15min fic #26
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Title~ Nightmare
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ One word: mine~
Notes~ 15 minute fic, word 26. I have a shiny new keyboard =D I can fic again~!
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Yamin’s eyes snapped open as she lay in bed. She sniffed, aware that her eyes had shed tears and dampened her pillow. She sat up slowly, wiping her cheeks dry with the back of her hand and staring out at the stars.
She had been standing in the yard at the back of her house… the house she lived in as a child. That alone set a pang in her chest. She had not even seen the house since she had arrived at the palace. She had stared out of her window at the area of the city where she knew it was, but she could never pinpoint the actual building where she had once lived.
Standing around her was everyone she knew. Her parents, alive and whole. Riona, her mother, tall and graceful, the knowing, loving smile hat had seemed to almost always be on her lips, and her father, Mehni, considerably shorter and with much lighter skin, but with a similar expression to that of his wife.
King Mithé, the man who had adopted her as his daughter, and his son Nolryn, who had effectively taken her on as a sister. Initially he hadn’t much liked the idea; Yamin’s bleached appearance undoubtedly made more than one person uncomfortable, but he had gradually warmed to her as a brother. He was still nervous of her magic, but that couldn’t be helped.
Auin, the palace’s head healer, who had passed on no more than a year previously, and who had named Yamin as the one to take her place. She had been a strict leader, but Yamin had never held that against her. It got the job done.
The other healers were there as well, as well as a number of scribes and other palace staff. Yamin recognised all of them, though she couldn’t quite put a name to every face.
And finally, her once-identical twin, Nimay. Her dark eyes shone out of golden skin; no yrae stone was held at her wrist, and she wore the clothes she would have worn did she still live at the house where they both stood.
All the people she knew and loved, together at the place to which she longed to return. As a group, they turned their back on her, walked back into the house or down the narrow alleyways to the road beyond…
And left.
Only one remained now. She hadn’t noticed him before. A tall figure with a smirk playing on his sharply featured face, too sharp for the bulk of his body. Yamin took an involuntary step backwards as the bulk shifted, burst out from the black cloak in the form of wings.
Yamin drew her knees up to her chest and let out a shaky breath, her eyes fixed blankly on the foot of her bed as she remembered the dream. The colours had been so vivid, so real. More tears threatened to flow as her mind recalled again the vision of all those people turning their backs on her, and Yan’s cold, hard eyes.
If he wanted to, he could probably make the dream a reality.
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ One word: mine~
Notes~ 15 minute fic, word 26. I have a shiny new keyboard =D I can fic again~!
Yamin’s eyes snapped open as she lay in bed. She sniffed, aware that her eyes had shed tears and dampened her pillow. She sat up slowly, wiping her cheeks dry with the back of her hand and staring out at the stars.
She had been standing in the yard at the back of her house… the house she lived in as a child. That alone set a pang in her chest. She had not even seen the house since she had arrived at the palace. She had stared out of her window at the area of the city where she knew it was, but she could never pinpoint the actual building where she had once lived.
Standing around her was everyone she knew. Her parents, alive and whole. Riona, her mother, tall and graceful, the knowing, loving smile hat had seemed to almost always be on her lips, and her father, Mehni, considerably shorter and with much lighter skin, but with a similar expression to that of his wife.
King Mithé, the man who had adopted her as his daughter, and his son Nolryn, who had effectively taken her on as a sister. Initially he hadn’t much liked the idea; Yamin’s bleached appearance undoubtedly made more than one person uncomfortable, but he had gradually warmed to her as a brother. He was still nervous of her magic, but that couldn’t be helped.
Auin, the palace’s head healer, who had passed on no more than a year previously, and who had named Yamin as the one to take her place. She had been a strict leader, but Yamin had never held that against her. It got the job done.
The other healers were there as well, as well as a number of scribes and other palace staff. Yamin recognised all of them, though she couldn’t quite put a name to every face.
And finally, her once-identical twin, Nimay. Her dark eyes shone out of golden skin; no yrae stone was held at her wrist, and she wore the clothes she would have worn did she still live at the house where they both stood.
All the people she knew and loved, together at the place to which she longed to return. As a group, they turned their back on her, walked back into the house or down the narrow alleyways to the road beyond…
And left.
Only one remained now. She hadn’t noticed him before. A tall figure with a smirk playing on his sharply featured face, too sharp for the bulk of his body. Yamin took an involuntary step backwards as the bulk shifted, burst out from the black cloak in the form of wings.
Yamin drew her knees up to her chest and let out a shaky breath, her eyes fixed blankly on the foot of her bed as she remembered the dream. The colours had been so vivid, so real. More tears threatened to flow as her mind recalled again the vision of all those people turning their backs on her, and Yan’s cold, hard eyes.
If he wanted to, he could probably make the dream a reality.