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It wasn’t a long wait!
500+
"I can only hope for such a thing," the quiet melody replied. "I am a child of rape...." And my soul is bright enough to have drawn Onus. She had worked hard to ward of the darkness in her soul, and those cold winds of the icelands had stripped the darkness from her soul, polishing it. And yet, a black blemish had remained, for the crow wolf had found her as she had entered that white place, and he had raped her then, though she had been unable yet to conceive. A warning. For a moment, the white orbs closed, and she tried once more to hear their songs. But there was nothing. Perhaps the life within her was not yet strong enough. But her soul would sing to them. She could begin to urge them from the darkness and to push them away from the darkness within her. She didn’t want the litter within her to live with what she had had to live with. She would not pamper them, she would make them strong enough to survive. The black fae could give to them the childhood that she did not have, and she could love them, as mothers loved their children. Would that be enough?
The white orbs found those eyes that held the water. So Mati had almost experienced what she herself had known. It was more than relief that was felt from the knowledge that such a thing had not been allowed to occur. It was promising that her children, whether from her womb or not, had grown with the light in their souls. At the name of Conri, the woad bound ears flickered in recognition. Conri Church. It had been a name that she had only heard, and she knew only hints of what he had done. Onus had been seeking out that particular male when she had met him several weeks after Hybrid’s attack upon her. This rape must have been the reason for such a search. She knew Onus killed those who committed the crimes that Conri Church—and Haku Soul, for that matter—had committed. But Cwmfen...she was not a fighter for blind Justice as Onus was. She was simply a warrior.
But the children, from Anu’s words, had been conceived before the rape. They had been conceived without the anger and hate that her mother had felt, without her soul, drawn to the darkness within others, having been placed so near to the blackness of her father. She had felt the blackness seep into her every time. Within her, that blackness was like a black blossom waiting to bloom. But when, she did not know. It was like a slow moving poison within her viens. And now the life within her had had been conceived of it. So would what she had to give be enough? She could not suffer one like her father to be conceived from her womb.... She could do what would be required. She could kill them. And she knew that, because she knew how to steel her heart.
"Why did he rape her," the woman asked suddenly, a strange curiosity flickering in her eyes. "Did he not love her?" Love was such a strong thing, dangerous like hate and yet far more beautiful. But if there had been love, why did such a thing happen? The woad warrior could not answer that question because she did not understand. Perhaps it was because she knew nothing of this family’s story. She could understand the dissolving of a relationship, but she could not understand mateship. She could understand the binding ropes of Love, but she could not understand the concept of tying oneself in such a way as this society did. Was not love enough? Did they have to clip the wings of birds? Surely those birds would die, as it had done with Naniko and Conri. But she did not know if Anu would be willing to share such a thing.
It wasn’t a long wait!
500+
"I can only hope for such a thing," the quiet melody replied. "I am a child of rape...." And my soul is bright enough to have drawn Onus. She had worked hard to ward of the darkness in her soul, and those cold winds of the icelands had stripped the darkness from her soul, polishing it. And yet, a black blemish had remained, for the crow wolf had found her as she had entered that white place, and he had raped her then, though she had been unable yet to conceive. A warning. For a moment, the white orbs closed, and she tried once more to hear their songs. But there was nothing. Perhaps the life within her was not yet strong enough. But her soul would sing to them. She could begin to urge them from the darkness and to push them away from the darkness within her. She didn’t want the litter within her to live with what she had had to live with. She would not pamper them, she would make them strong enough to survive. The black fae could give to them the childhood that she did not have, and she could love them, as mothers loved their children. Would that be enough?
The white orbs found those eyes that held the water. So Mati had almost experienced what she herself had known. It was more than relief that was felt from the knowledge that such a thing had not been allowed to occur. It was promising that her children, whether from her womb or not, had grown with the light in their souls. At the name of Conri, the woad bound ears flickered in recognition. Conri Church. It had been a name that she had only heard, and she knew only hints of what he had done. Onus had been seeking out that particular male when she had met him several weeks after Hybrid’s attack upon her. This rape must have been the reason for such a search. She knew Onus killed those who committed the crimes that Conri Church—and Haku Soul, for that matter—had committed. But Cwmfen...she was not a fighter for blind Justice as Onus was. She was simply a warrior.
But the children, from Anu’s words, had been conceived before the rape. They had been conceived without the anger and hate that her mother had felt, without her soul, drawn to the darkness within others, having been placed so near to the blackness of her father. She had felt the blackness seep into her every time. Within her, that blackness was like a black blossom waiting to bloom. But when, she did not know. It was like a slow moving poison within her viens. And now the life within her had had been conceived of it. So would what she had to give be enough? She could not suffer one like her father to be conceived from her womb.... She could do what would be required. She could kill them. And she knew that, because she knew how to steel her heart.
"Why did he rape her," the woman asked suddenly, a strange curiosity flickering in her eyes. "Did he not love her?" Love was such a strong thing, dangerous like hate and yet far more beautiful. But if there had been love, why did such a thing happen? The woad warrior could not answer that question because she did not understand. Perhaps it was because she knew nothing of this family’s story. She could understand the dissolving of a relationship, but she could not understand mateship. She could understand the binding ropes of Love, but she could not understand the concept of tying oneself in such a way as this society did. Was not love enough? Did they have to clip the wings of birds? Surely those birds would die, as it had done with Naniko and Conri. But she did not know if Anu would be willing to share such a thing.