04-18-2015, 08:48 AM
and death shall have no
DOMINION
"Those words follow you, Dominion.” Dom tilted her head, considering what the goddess of the raging sea had said. More than that, she thought. They more than followed her. They flowed in her veins. They fused into every breath she took. Murmured into growing ears, uttered like a vow when tragedy struck time and again, screamed into the void as her people looked death in the face, those words were her heart, her soul, her name. “Anyone can hear them, they just need to know how to listen correctly." Her soul, laid bare for anyone to see. Anyone with the eyes to look upon it could see her whole world, her life, her deepest truth.
Good. Let them look. The corners of her lips tilted upward, just the barest hint of a teeth-baring grin that had stared down death and come out the other side every time. Let them see. She had nothing to hide. “It’s a pleasure to…encounter you, then, Camrynn. Maybe we’ll meet in the future.” The sea shifted and changed, gentle one day and raging the next. Soft and blue and inviting, stormy grey and crashing waves, it didn’t matter. The sea was still the sea. No matter her moods, she still rose and fell with the tides, ebbing and flowing but always the sea. And Dom had another friend who could make himself hard to recognize. She would learn, given the chance. Or she would not.
"Tell me, Dominion, do you have any idea where you are?"
The question had Dom tilting her head again, glancing around with idle curiosity. “A meadow,” she replied with a shrug. “Somewhere in Beqanna. In the shadow’s-edge of mountains, as it seems most of this whole world is.” A few hours’ run from a lake surrounded by sheltering willow trees. Farther still from a fresh graveyard filled with so many familiar bodies. So much farther still from the cold, bitter sea and a world that had ended four years ago. “Does it matter where I am?”
Good. Let them look. The corners of her lips tilted upward, just the barest hint of a teeth-baring grin that had stared down death and come out the other side every time. Let them see. She had nothing to hide. “It’s a pleasure to…encounter you, then, Camrynn. Maybe we’ll meet in the future.” The sea shifted and changed, gentle one day and raging the next. Soft and blue and inviting, stormy grey and crashing waves, it didn’t matter. The sea was still the sea. No matter her moods, she still rose and fell with the tides, ebbing and flowing but always the sea. And Dom had another friend who could make himself hard to recognize. She would learn, given the chance. Or she would not.
"Tell me, Dominion, do you have any idea where you are?"
The question had Dom tilting her head again, glancing around with idle curiosity. “A meadow,” she replied with a shrug. “Somewhere in Beqanna. In the shadow’s-edge of mountains, as it seems most of this whole world is.” A few hours’ run from a lake surrounded by sheltering willow trees. Farther still from a fresh graveyard filled with so many familiar bodies. So much farther still from the cold, bitter sea and a world that had ended four years ago. “Does it matter where I am?”
No more may gulls cry at their ears
Or waves break loud on the seashores;
Where blew a flower may a flower no more
Lift its head to the blows of the rain;
Or waves break loud on the seashores;
Where blew a flower may a flower no more
Lift its head to the blows of the rain;