Oracle's End

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Part 6

 “Anien, don’t push the child.  She just went through something horrific.  When she is ready she will talk to us." the big man announced.

  

I stared at him in awe.  He was tall with big arms that looked like tree trunks.  He had light brown hair and the same blue eyes as Anien. 

I went through my bag that Anien placed at my feet as he walked away.  He was leaving me so that the man could look at my head.  I was too scared to be alone, so I ran after him and grabbed his hand.  He followed me back down to the horse. I pointed for him to sit on the ground, but he just stood there.

“I…am scared.”  I managed to squeak out.

“Are you?” he asked softly.  “You want me to stay by you is that it?”

I smiled at Anien.  He would be my friend from that point on.  What surprised me the most was the feeling of warmth that spread through my body at that realization.  While the man was looking my head over.  I heard several hums, and ohs.  But I stood still. 

 “Father, is she okay?”  Anien asked just as curious as I was.

The big man slowly got down on his knees to look me in the eyes. “You have a few cuts on your head. But you should be okay.  When we get back to our home you will need to have something put on your head.  We do not want you to get an infection.” 

“Father, look a note, I think this is her name.”

The big man took the note and examined it. 

My head was not hurting as much as before and my throat was beginning to feel slightly normal.

The big man was still examining the note.  He looked right at me.

“Yes, Anien it is her name.  This note her mother wrote for her.”  He paused for a minute. “Young Kyrah, my name is Lord Arlin, I rule Azregard.  When we got to you, your mother had little life left in her.  Still she was able to tell me your name and who you are, and who your father is.  I must tell you, that your mother took great risk to have you.  Do you understand this?”

“Yes” I managed to choke out. 

“I am sorry about your mother, my dear.”

I looked down just a ways and saw her body was now wrapped in a blanket.  This was now her life.  I could only hope that she had found peace.  So long ago it had seemed when I watched her laugh and smile with me, but I knew there was something missing in those laughs and small smiles.  At night I could see her longing for more.  Still she said nothing, and always loved me. 

Part 5

I watched from the reflection in the water as the boy left me and walked to the big man.   The muffled sounds from where they were caused me to turn in their direction, I watched their lips moving but could not make out what they were saying, but felt as though it had something to do with me.  The boy soon walked slowly towards me holding his hands out.  I could see in his hands as he got closer that he had bread.

  “Small one, can you eat?"  I nodded for I was afraid to use my voice. "You have an injury that my father would like to look at, please come with me.”

I tried to look my body over to see if there truly was an injury, but from my point of view I could not visibly see this injury he spoke about. I weighed my options.  The big man was with my mother and he and the boy had yet to hurt me so I nodded.  I took the bread out of his hands and was trying to tear a piece off as I starting walking back towards my mother and the big man.   As I was attempting this task I heard.

“May I help you with that” he said reaching for my hands.  I gave the bread back and in return he handed me the piece I was working on.  As we made our way to where his father the big man was I reached for my bag.  The boy knelt down faster than me and put it into my arms.  “My name is Anien. Can you tell me your name?”

I looked at him very puzzled. I tried to speak but my voice hurt and nothing came out.  So he handed me a jug and told me to drink.

Part 4 Truth of Crystal Eyes

It seemed as though the journey lasted years when in truth I cannot tell you how long it lasted.  My eyes were blurred with each tree that we passed that I lost count of the seconds that i counted. It was only when we stopped at a stream, that time seem to have come back to me.  The rider that I was with got off his horse, it was when he turned to look at me that I saw he was young but older than myself.  As this boy carried me down to the stream for water and probably to clean up some I saw the big man kneeling next to his horse with a body on the ground.  I knew it was my mother, she must not have survive the journey. Was all I could think.  Yet, in my head I knew that she should have died long ago, it was her sheer will that she lived for me.  She lived to make sure I was safe. 

I sat at the edge of the water scrubbing my face as the tears flowed. I cried for those in my village that I knew, for those babies that would never grow, never take a first step, never smell spring, I cried for my mother.  She risked every thing just to have me and then again to save me.

Part 3

“Don’t be afraid child…I am not the one who did this. You must let me look at you and your mother.”  I could see him lowering himself down onto his legs.  I didn't care that his voice was soft and soothing.  With everything that I had left in my body I took one lunge at him and fell at his feet.  He looked at me with the most caring blue eyes I had seen. Looking at him I starting crying as he picked me up with such gentleness that I had only experienced with my mother.  He took me to the other rider that was with him.  As I laid cradled against this other person, 

I watched as the big man bent down to my mother.  I saw all her strength go into wrapping her arm around his neck.  It was then I noticed her lips moving and his head nodding. 

“What is she saying to him?” I wondered silently

He slowly put her on his horse and then jumped up behind her.  The horse did not flitch one muscle as this big man made his jump to sit on the horse.   Even though my body was trembling with fright I some how felt safe in the arms of this other man.

The Truth of Crystal Eyes-2

When I woke up it was night, I found that I ached from a pain that was as much as a bodily hurt to an emotional one.   I slowly crawled out of my hiding spot.  I did not want to get caught.  I stuck my head out through the thick bushes that held my hiding place.  When I did not see anyone around, I slowly moved out.  In a small distance I saw a small figure lying on the ground.  I quickly took another look around, stood and walked very slowly over to that figure.  It was my mother, I think I knew that before I made my way over to her.  Her face was beaten, blood still dripping out of her ears and nose.  She had only a little breathe left in her.  I dropped at her side pulling the bag that she still clung too from her arms.  Quickly going through our bag to find a cloth to clean her face with.  As I was going through the bag I found a note folding just slightly but enough it showed that I read

KYRAH, YOU ARE HIS CHILD

I found the cloth in the bag and started to wipe her face as my mind wondered to the fact that my mother knew something bad was going to happen.

How could this be happening to me? I thought to myself I was just a child.

I did not know how to find my father, where to go or how to really do anything.  So now I am here alone and in the dark with out my mother to guide me I began to cry uncontrollably looking at my mother fragile disfigured body. I laid my head down on her stomach wishing her to magically be healed of all wounds.  I had only known her my whole life, and just stories of my father who was never there. 

I am not sure how long I laid there crying, because when I finally opened my eyes I could see a little light.  In that light I saw this white majestic figure approaching me.  I was too petrified to move. Then a man got off the majestic being. A horse it finally dawned on me.  He slowly walked over to me.  I grabbed a branch that was near my arm.  I started to swing it at him.  I did not know if he was good or bad, but he was not going to touch my mother nor I.  I was determined to fight with what little strength I had.