Daughter of God meet Son of the City

<< Prologue >>

When you enter the clearing out of the thick, green trees of the Abdicrior Jungle on a certain half moon night,  you will see the Abdica people celebrating. In the center of the village, where all festivities take place, the Abdica Dancers are doing one of their oldest dances. Women in sleek black skirts with a matching black material to cover their upper chest dance to a fast pace song.

Men on the edges play the music, some beat on large drums while others hit hollow sticks together. The music is upbeat and exciting, similar to one they might play before their warriors are sent off to fight. The crowd gathers around, youngest are to the front, sitting with their legs sprawled out and huddling with their friends, ignoring the customs they will have to learn. The older ones kneel, while the veterans and trainees in the back keep one knee up, symbolizing respect.

Near the front of the crowd, with the children, are three young men. You do not have to look closely to see they do not belong. Their skin is paler than that of the natives, their hair lighter and short. They bare clothes made of strange materials and speak a new tongue. These guests, whom have traveled from the largest city moons and suns away, are here to meet their partners.

Their partners, whom have trained and tested, were matched with them by strength and weaknesses. The Abdicas have sent warriors to the city before, so this should not be strange, and yet, it is. Because so many of their people disagree with sending their strongest fighters away, and believe it smarter to keep them home to protect their village, they rarely have send offs to the city. When they do it is usually one, or at most and rarely two.

Today, on this half moon, three of their strongest and smartest warriors, or ricids as it is in the native language, will meet a soldier from the bright city who is as strong and brave as them. The tests the ricids took was sent to the city to be evaluated with the other tens of thousand test scores. Not only do they have three ricids to be sent off, but one has been declared the partner of the biggest city’s strongest soldier, making their ricid his equal - the strongest soldier and ricid.

The soldiers and the ricids have not communicated, when they are celebrated as honored guests with their new found partners will be their first meeting. You are tested after seventeen years, an age which they lowered after the Planet’s War, if you want to find a partner and go to the city. Nearly everyone in the city does this, and very few from the lands that scatter it. The long process is normally finished months later. The three ricids have now been waiting a full year for their partners, a time due to the distance to have results and then travel to the village. The soldiers were not allowed to use the big city’us technology, they never are, they must prove themselves by surviving the trip the same way the ricids will.

Bring your attention away from the strange guests and back to the dancers. It isn’t hard to find the bright red among the dark clothing. Right now, in the center, you will see one of the younger woman with a red top on instead of black, one that dips over one shoulder and under the other. Atop her long black hair is a head piece. A head piece made of one of the native bird’s, the Durcici’s deep red feathers. The head piece is large and most assumably heavy, and yet she dances with more grace than the elder woman around her.

She is beautiful, that much is clear. The village’s people have a story that surrounds her. It is said that when their cadiir, or fishermen, went out to the far end of the Dica River they saw a strange object, one that looked like a large fish washed ashore. They wouldn’t have noticed this strange thing if it had not been the setting sun breaking through the large trees behind the bundle, shining it’s gorgeous light upon it.

When one of the cadiir went to inspect it, he found a child. One of the most beautiful babies he’s ever seen. Many rumours surround this child and how she came to be where she was and her reasons, but the most well known and believed story includes two of their Gods. They believe that Rucridiri, the most beautiful and elegant goddess, had an affair. She never was married, forever single, always watching over her younger sister, Dicrii.

The God whom they believe this affair was with, was the god of strength, Aciou. The child, whom they name D’Ricricicouani, supposedly got her grace and looks from her mother and bravery and war skills from her father. Many of the town’s people loved the child for this, few simply watched her grow up in vain.  If you doubt this story of the daughter of Gods then there is one vital thing you are unaware of, the child’s tattoo. Always, D’Ricricicouani has had a mark on the back of her left shoulder blade. If you look now, when she turns her back to the crowd, it will seem as if someone took a thick red brush and slashed it across her shoulder blade in the form of an ‘X’. If a tattoo as odd as that since babe years doesn’t convince you, then sorcery that could only come from the Gods themselves will prove it. The tattoo, or so it’s been called, isn’t always a bright red as it is now.  Its been seen as the color of the sky and sun, or as the trees ruffling leaves. Even the stars rotating slowly across the sky. A mark such as that was given by the Gods, something none of the Abdica people doubt.

The women dancing wear black, a color for honour and respect. The color red, which the lady now dancing her way to the front in perfect synchrony wears, is for ricid and war. It shows bravery, strength, and honour. It is the same color as the small feather necklaces around the three aliens’ necks.

With a last few proud thunders from the large animal skin drums the dance ends, and the woman began moving slowly like a river as the rattling from an instrument like rain begins. D’Ricriciouani slowly goes to the center of the water made of women themselves, and slyly disappears, so easily that you cannot pinpoint where and when you last saw her angelic features. The music picks up slowly, and the women began dancing like the wind itself, the men play a peaceful song which the women easily dance to.

The guests are watching with wide, fascinated eyes at the strange customs. D’Ricriciouani has disapeared in the crowd, gingerly taking off the head piece and drifts behind the long leaves that serve as a wall between the highered floor and the back of the makeshift stage. The village’s people chant excitedly, clapping and stomping to the beat of the drums as they pick up and the women sway their hips back at an unrealistic speed.

Now, monsters will be hunted and grass will be trampled as an adventure beyond the planet’s soil begins.

Now the Daughter of Gods’ and Son of the City’s story begin.

~+~ Hi! This is the first part of a new story I've started using a different style for me. I can't honestly say I'll update every week, 'cause if I did, I'd probably rush and write down right crappy chapters. I hope you all like it! ~+~