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LegendLand Big Bang Challenge - "Into the Waters" (R)
Title: Into the Waters
Rating: R; rated for non-graphic infanticide
Theme: Mother Confessors
Genre: Drama/Tragedy
Characters: Original Characters
Timeline/Spoilers: 1003 BCB
Warning: Non-graphic infanticide
Prompt: Water
Word Count: 577
Author's Notes: Again, the words and the rite are just what I imagine might be since the show was not specific in regards to it or how it had been practiced before.
Ashani hesitated before the dark, wrought-iron gate, pressing her hand to the cool metal vines and knots.
“Creator...please... please...” she gasped, weakening enough to slide her hand down the still vines until her skin suddenly caught on a sharp point. She hissed in pain and held her fingers up in the moonlight, watching her blood drip in dark glimmers down the tips.
“So be it,” the Mother Confessor murmured, taking it as a message and drawing a small key loose from her long white sleeve. She set it to the lock and pushed against the disused gate with nearly all of her strength.
“Creator, grant me Your Grace... good Spirits...please...” she whispered breathlessly as she paused just inside of the ceremonial sand garden.
“Grant me strength...” she pleaded before taking a deep breath and forcing herself to walk to the ceremonial pool with its statue of the Creator. She stared up into the cold marble eyes a moment before slowly removing her white Confessor's dress to stand clad in only her undergown and chain of office. She shivered in the cool autumn air as she placed the gown in the open arms of the statue.
“Creator... please...”
She took a rasping breath, and another...
“Please...”
She wrapped her arms around herself, feeling the raised gooseflesh on her arms before she made herself draw her chain of office up and over her head. This too, she set in the arms of the Creator, settling it atop her dress.
And she took yet another breath before sinking down to the side of the pool. She stared into the depths of the too dark waters; unnaturally dark and sterile waters. She trailed her fingertips through the cool liquid and watched ripples die quicker than they should have in a natural pool.
“Ashani...”
She turned and watched her mate as he walked through the open gateway. In his arms he carried a surprisingly quiet, white swaddled bundle.
“Bring him,” she commanded as she rose.
Nicholas walked toward her. When he reached the Mother Confessor, she drew back the swaddling to look into the dark, unfocused eyes of her son. Before she could stop herself, she brushed a gentle hand over his brow, and even drugged, the infant responded instinctively, pressing himself into his mother's caress. Ashani pulled her hand back as if burned and closed her eyes. She bit her lip to hold back a cry.
“Ashani...”
“It must be done,” the Mother Confessor forced herself to say as steadily as possible. She turned her back on her mate and her child and faced the pool once more. She listened as her mate entered the waters with the child.
“Pour the Waters,” Ashani directed, watching as Nicholas poured a small vial into the waters, creating a dim phosphorescence in their depths.
“From the Waters we have come...” the Mother Confessor chanted the ritual words. “Mithra uth ithias... and to the Waters we return... th'isus yusha mira...”
Ashani closed her eyes as the sound of splashing water filled her ears.
“So be it...” she whispered. “It is as it must be...”
The waters stilled and Ashani opened her eyes to look into her mate's.
“Ashani... are you... how are....”
Nicholas took a breath.
“How may I serve you?”
“Give me daughters...” the Mother Confessor replied simply before sinking to the sand at her feet...
Rating: R; rated for non-graphic infanticide
Theme: Mother Confessors
Genre: Drama/Tragedy
Characters: Original Characters
Timeline/Spoilers: 1003 BCB
Warning: Non-graphic infanticide
Prompt: Water
Word Count: 577
Author's Notes: Again, the words and the rite are just what I imagine might be since the show was not specific in regards to it or how it had been practiced before.
Ashani hesitated before the dark, wrought-iron gate, pressing her hand to the cool metal vines and knots.
“Creator...please... please...” she gasped, weakening enough to slide her hand down the still vines until her skin suddenly caught on a sharp point. She hissed in pain and held her fingers up in the moonlight, watching her blood drip in dark glimmers down the tips.
“So be it,” the Mother Confessor murmured, taking it as a message and drawing a small key loose from her long white sleeve. She set it to the lock and pushed against the disused gate with nearly all of her strength.
“Creator, grant me Your Grace... good Spirits...please...” she whispered breathlessly as she paused just inside of the ceremonial sand garden.
“Grant me strength...” she pleaded before taking a deep breath and forcing herself to walk to the ceremonial pool with its statue of the Creator. She stared up into the cold marble eyes a moment before slowly removing her white Confessor's dress to stand clad in only her undergown and chain of office. She shivered in the cool autumn air as she placed the gown in the open arms of the statue.
“Creator... please...”
She took a rasping breath, and another...
“Please...”
She wrapped her arms around herself, feeling the raised gooseflesh on her arms before she made herself draw her chain of office up and over her head. This too, she set in the arms of the Creator, settling it atop her dress.
And she took yet another breath before sinking down to the side of the pool. She stared into the depths of the too dark waters; unnaturally dark and sterile waters. She trailed her fingertips through the cool liquid and watched ripples die quicker than they should have in a natural pool.
“Ashani...”
She turned and watched her mate as he walked through the open gateway. In his arms he carried a surprisingly quiet, white swaddled bundle.
“Bring him,” she commanded as she rose.
Nicholas walked toward her. When he reached the Mother Confessor, she drew back the swaddling to look into the dark, unfocused eyes of her son. Before she could stop herself, she brushed a gentle hand over his brow, and even drugged, the infant responded instinctively, pressing himself into his mother's caress. Ashani pulled her hand back as if burned and closed her eyes. She bit her lip to hold back a cry.
“Ashani...”
“It must be done,” the Mother Confessor forced herself to say as steadily as possible. She turned her back on her mate and her child and faced the pool once more. She listened as her mate entered the waters with the child.
“Pour the Waters,” Ashani directed, watching as Nicholas poured a small vial into the waters, creating a dim phosphorescence in their depths.
“From the Waters we have come...” the Mother Confessor chanted the ritual words. “Mithra uth ithias... and to the Waters we return... th'isus yusha mira...”
Ashani closed her eyes as the sound of splashing water filled her ears.
“So be it...” she whispered. “It is as it must be...”
The waters stilled and Ashani opened her eyes to look into her mate's.
“Ashani... are you... how are....”
Nicholas took a breath.
“How may I serve you?”
“Give me daughters...” the Mother Confessor replied simply before sinking to the sand at her feet...