The Grey Storm

3

The Rosemary Manor
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Jerking awake to see she was in a dark unfamiliar room clasping her nightshirt tightly. Gasping as pain shot through her shoulder blade to her lower back, chocking back a scream and she muffled it through bitting her lips. Collapsing back into the pillows panting as tears trailed down the side of her face, closing her eyes controlling her heavy breathing. "A granny flat isn't as bad, it vill do for now." looking up at the ceiling, thinking of what to do for the day.

Sitting up to feel cold sweat running down her back as her feet dangled above the floor, looking at the clock on the single nightstand to see the time was past three in the morning. Pressing her shoulder in pain, frowning slightly at five hours of sleep. Getting up slightly groaning in pain as she held her rib cage supporting herself to walk, wibbling slightly but she attempted to pass her bed.

Walking to the large wooden doors who automatically slide open with motion sensors, sliding apart to show a mini study office room that moved aside revealing a bathroom. Dropping the sleepwear into the laundry bin and the old, bloody bandages before getting into the shower, turning the hot waters on. Scrubbing the cold sweat from her back and neck hard, rewashing herself until her skin started to burn from the harsh scrubbing. Leaning against the cool sand grey tiles as the water ran down her back, looking at the metallic structure sticking out her skin. Lifting her head as the shower rain upon her face as she let out a satisfied sigh.

After a while Isamiona turned the shower off, stepping out of the shower while drying herself leaving her hair to dry. Leaning against the bathroom counter looking down at her stomach as three stitches became loose as blood trickle down, opening an emergency First Aid kit. Taking out a serum which is like glue in case stitches might break, squeeze slightly the tip as the colourless serum went over the broken stitches. Cleaning up the blood and bandaging herself with her right hand. Looking at mirror seeing her reflection after a long time. Her hair has grown a bit longer to her lower back, her skin is pale again as metallic coloured veins appearing along with heavy bruises. Brushing her teeth to start a very long day. Coming out of the bathroom, to see that the time was only half past four.

Thinking of more ways to kill off time she got dress, wearing causal but formal clothes. That consisted of: a plain long sleeve grey T-shirt with a darker grey botton shirt, black tights. Tying a ribbon around her neck into a bow while sitting in front of a mirror looking at her makeup set in thought, applying light foundation to cover the weird grey veins and pale skin. Wrapping a black scarf around her head making it into a bun, then placing a grey kedaat over the scarf. Carefully placing a breastplate around her torso, wrapping her shoulder carefully with bandages. Strapping her knee into a knee strap, feeling like a cast mummy.

She opened up the thick curtains to see very little orange sunburst appearing at the bottom, picking up a prayer mat and a long prayer beads. Isamiona opened the glass sliding door to the balcony, stepping out to smell the smell of the backyard garden. Placing the prayer mat on the vertically on the smooth ground setting a small box in front of the prayer mat, crashing scented incense sticks into the box before lighting it. Kneeling down on the mat then placing her forehead slightly on the edge of the mat, whispering a small prayer into the Earth. Getting back up with her hands in front of her:

"Nyse Arora, ves ne Mira Ossä, Seyat Aya Nara. Ora pas der Daé di Amorsa," (Sunrise Aurora upon thy Heavenly Mother Ossä, Bless me Spirit Nara. Daughter of the universe Amorsa, guide my fate to the stars.) she said softly before going back down with her forehead, whispering her prayers:

"Goddess Amyras, Bride of U'Maat. Dhe Eternal Sunset of Estrus, a child lost her mother. A child lost her only family, a child is lost. Guide her dhrough dhe pain, may her heart not drown in grief and bitterness. If she choose vengeance, call out Goddess Amyraa for her. So let it be. . ."