Saeva layed on her bed, her body aching. She dared not move, scared she might hurt herself even more. It truely was a cruel world. Her memories of being Cor was such a long time ago, she dared not tell her father that she was no longer that child. He would never beleive her.
Saeva's mother seperated from her husband 7 years ago right after child birth. She had given life to two beautiful daughters, but if she were to be found out she would be executed as a witch, a hoarder of magic, serpent of the old religion. So she took Cor and left Saeva.
" o amor, et non conturbemini. Sit vita tua mala mea." she whispered, "my dear love, do not be frightened. your life will now be as bad as mine."
Saeva remembered those words, those sad cruel, but honest words, for she was right.
"Nunc autem mihi crevit saeua cor" Savea gasped out "i grew up as Cor but now i am Saeva"
Being born of the old religion, you are given a name from birth by the old gods. Both Saeva and Cor were given their names, not many knew what each ment since they were founded in the dead language. To deceive her husband, Saevas mother switched the names of her children, leaving with Cor, her first born daughter. As mother left she sang one last song to her daughter born last.
"Noli flere nate videbo vos dies unus. Stellae micant, duce videor vobis, ut in antiquis deos cradel calore animae. Non sinit ad labores, mea filia pulchrior, godess sitis saeculorum. Tu te ipse pater."
her mother sand in beautiful song, a chant like a spell, drifting in the wind as the left. no imagry could be given. only the rememberance of the song. saeva did not even know her mothers face, but she could remeber the song. in fear of what would happen if she were to sing it in the language of old, so Saeva would sing in the language of the new. Repeating her oldest memory.
"Do not cry my child, i will see you one day. May the stars guid you brightly, may the gods of old cradel your soul with warmth. Do not lets the hardships get to you, my beautiful daughter, for you are the godess of ages. You are the father of your own soul."
Saeva, in times like this could not obey her mothers words, and she began to cry.
"mater, et revertimini ad me." she whimpered. "mother come back to me. "
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Saeva, deam veteres. "The Goddess Of Old"
Short Storya child born of the old religion. Saeva Consilia, has to live her life in an abusive house hold. her father believe Saeva is possessed by a demon of the old religion and the only way to free her is to cleanse her corrupted soul by brutally starving...
