Rhyna

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Hello!
To whoever has decided to take a chance with this book - thanks!! This has been a recurring day dream that I keep happening so I decided to write it down. It's probably not much good and feedback is always welcome. Please enjoy the first few chapters and tell me what you think.
Thanks, Mary

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The smell of burning woke the village. Screams barely heard over the crackling of lightning striking the ground, tearing houses from the ground and setting the ground alight.

Some God's fury fell unto the isolated village.

A meek attempt to put out the raging fire was made by the older males while the females gathered the elderly and children in the centre - a place where the most overwhelming and beautiful traditional ceremonies once took place. A place that was now the only safe haven for the villagers.

A fountain stood in the centre of a young maiden named Proashta who had sat there since before life began in the village. She sat upon her knees, forever looking up at the sky, as if she could see all the universe from behind her closed eyes. She was worshipped by all the villagers, and all those who managed their way from other places for trade, bestowing peace and good harvest upon those that looked upon her, her water never drying up as it poured into the pool at her feet from an unknown source.

Proashta's hands reached out cupping the air. "She holds all of our souls, carrying them so we are not burdened by their weight. In return, we pray to her and provide her the first fruit of the Meighan tree that buds on the first day of Shkhali. And we wash our new born children in the water at her feet so her protection is passed on the future generations for she is a source of love and honour that will never dry up." The elder Miraih would tell all the children as they gathered near the fountain year after year to hear her stories of both sorrow and fortune. They all learnt from a young age that life had its hardships; that a life worth living was built upon hard work and an iron will. Miraih herself had been taught this almost a century ago, her age a proof of the maiden's protection.

Now, Miraih stood next to the fountain whispering prayer after prayer to Proashta as lighting threw up dirt from all directions but somehow managing to stay away from the fountain. Children wept and women sobbed as their beloved husbands, brothers and fathers fell outside the fountains protection.

The men knew that the protection was starting to weaken and shrink into itself - there was no longer any room left for them. They decided to try and find cover elsewhere, but it was for naught. Lightening had struck down on the last building, lighting it up in flames that danced wickedly around their feet.

It wasn't long before the mothers of the children realised that they were being forced to push together as dirt started exploding closer and closer to their feet. The praying got louder before women started dropping out of the chant, placing kisses on the heads of their children and at the feet of their maiden. Without any glances back, one by one, they were no longer under the maiden's protection as she weakened, and escaped out into the open to join their loved ones in hopes that their children lived on. Children tried to run after them but Miraih held them back as they sobbed into her arms.

Crack

Lightning shattered the last remaining protection and created a harsh line underneath the maiden's left eye. The wide eyed children stared bewildered at it but had no time to react when an earth-shattering thud landed near them knocking them all off their feet.

Recovering from the fall, Miraih slowly stood from her fallen position and glanced at the large beast of a man that had landed in the midst of the lighting. A foreboding feeling sat heavy in her stomach and she realised that their fates had been sealed. The children's crying had been stopped, too shocked to understand what was happening anymore.