*Warning; mention of child death*
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One deep breath and closed eyes.
"A story, untold and hidden.
Never to enter one's ears. Words chained within the darkness of the chest. Never to be uttered or sang. This story of the forgotten."
The youth listened. His silver eyes are a bright moon, glowing with inquisitiveness. The small hand within his grasp felt as soft as a feathered pillow, holding him gently, embracing his long fingers. The childish voice echoed within his ears and Moulin stayed quiet to hear more of it.
Warmth seeped into his hand and the life of another played before his eyes.
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Morhas was a god's child but was never a God.
Ripped out from the womb he was created within, he perished pointlessly. But an offspring of a deity could not die and disappear so quickly. Before the blade of his aunt could cut his body and shatter his soul. The voice of his mother's hateful screams echoed throughout the temple walls. Anguish and fear laced her words as she crawled. Tears streaming down her face. Her nails clawed the stoned floors while she cried and bled.
Naithalauna pitied Ethowna. However, confusion devoured her does her sister cherish the child after all? Within her grasped was the limp body of the child of her sister. Her hands bathed in blood and the limp body of the sweet child. The wails of her sister struck her with guilt and she began to yield to submitting herself to the grace of mercy. Blade lowered to spare the body.
However, when she did, the pitiful screams from her sister grew and grew. Blood sprayed from her mouth as she spat unlawful words with bloodshot eyes. The once beautiful and kind goddess was driven with the poison of revenge. She cursed and cursed while her wounded hands moved to wrap around her empty stomach. Salty tears mixed with the deep crimson of blood. Mind muddled, screaming with denial.
"It's GONE! GONEEE! NO!!!" Her eyes bulged from her skull as she screamed. The blood on the floor soaked her hair of curls. The deceit, so deep she drowned in it.
The sight was horrible. Even Naithalauna could not bear to look at her sister any longer. The pain of realizing what she had done to her sister pierced her heart.
"Sister-"
"Kill it! Kill it!" Ethowna screamed. "He took it from me! My Life! He STOLE IT FROM ME!!!"
It was then that the goddess realized that her sister did not despair because of the loss of her child but the loss of her godhood. The thin and tiny still body within her hand had devoured her sister's divinity for his own. But now this child was dead and the means of returning her sister's powers have died along with him.
Was this their punishment?
Although the power of protection revolves around her and her followers, Naithalauna has killed an unborn child who was without fault. Perhaps this was her punishment. If she knew, she wouldn't have killed this parasitic creature.
The shake of her head destroyed all of Ethowna's hope. She bawled like a wronged mortal. Cursing under her breath with broken sobs.
Where did it all go wrong? Was it the time when she embraced love with all her heart? When she chose to serve her people than rule with 'him'? When she held her womb with infinite disgust of the parasite leeching off her?
No, that wasn't wrong. She didn't do anything wrong! She was innocent!
Faultless!
A victim!
