kawa~ inspiration #12
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Title~ Anticipation
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ Mine again, who'da thunk it?
Notes~ kawa~ inspiration #12. 'min anticipating her hrai-dani.
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Yamin sighed and rested her arms on the windowsill, casting her eyes over the wavering red and blue horizon. A gentle breeze blew through the window, but it wasn’t this that sent goosebumps crawling over her skin.
She and Nimay would celebrate their hrai-dani in a month. While most nineteen-year-olds awaited the day with excitement and maybe a few nerves, Yamin had a complicated mixture of emotions. It would be the first time in thirteen years when she could look into her sister’s eyes, and have Nimay look back. It would be the day when she would finally be able to cast away the disguise she had been wearing for almost three quarters of her life.
If it were only these things Yamin had to anticipate, she would probably have been more excited and nervous than most girls her age, but the black presence of Raykin’s first king had been growing darker every day. It was almost as though King Yan was there already.
The healer squinted out at the indistinct horizon, wondering where he was, dreading what would happen on the night of her hrai-dani. He’d already turned hers and her twin’s lives upside-down in the space of a day, and just as the two of them were settled in their new lives, he was bound to do it again. Would he give Nimay her memories back? Would it even be worth it? If he could so completely change the lives of a pair of previously-ordinary twins, what could he do to the whole kingdom?
Yamin thought back over the four thousand years of Raykin’s history. King Yan had experienced every one of them, observing the changing world with cold indifference.
The entire continent had once been ruled by Kazin for nearly a century, before Raykin had finally mustered an army large enough to fight back. Kazin had invaded Llayad, and consequently the northern kingdom was attacked from all sides by the might of the Tsaythi navy, at the time unknown to anyone but the white kingdom.
The internal wars of the northern kingdom were well-known, even to those who had never been there and knew little else of the foreign kingdoms. Raykin, too, had internal problems. There was a period when Raykin was still young, that the desert people, feeling they had been robbed of Raykin’s throne, had laid siege on Ni-Yana’s palace. The few who had survived fled back to the desert.
Plagues, droughts and floods had wreaked havoc on all four kingdoms. Three times over those four thousand years, the Ra-Lin had ceased flowing for a month, so that not even a trickle of water ran through Raykin. Once, even Ni-Yana was abandoned as the people travelled to Llayad in the hopes of finding water.
Kings and queens had been killed, sometimes by their own children, borders had shifted, even eliminated almost entirely…
King Yan had seen it all. Yamin refused to believe that a man with so much experience—not to mention his yrae stone—had not played a hand in Tsyllaes’ fortunes. It was no wonder half the kingdom considered him a myth.
The young healer clenched her eyes tight, squeezing the tears that had pooled in her eyes. For all he had done in the past four thousand years, the fallen king had barely begun.
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ Mine again, who'da thunk it?
Notes~ kawa~ inspiration #12. 'min anticipating her hrai-dani.
Yamin sighed and rested her arms on the windowsill, casting her eyes over the wavering red and blue horizon. A gentle breeze blew through the window, but it wasn’t this that sent goosebumps crawling over her skin.
She and Nimay would celebrate their hrai-dani in a month. While most nineteen-year-olds awaited the day with excitement and maybe a few nerves, Yamin had a complicated mixture of emotions. It would be the first time in thirteen years when she could look into her sister’s eyes, and have Nimay look back. It would be the day when she would finally be able to cast away the disguise she had been wearing for almost three quarters of her life.
If it were only these things Yamin had to anticipate, she would probably have been more excited and nervous than most girls her age, but the black presence of Raykin’s first king had been growing darker every day. It was almost as though King Yan was there already.
The healer squinted out at the indistinct horizon, wondering where he was, dreading what would happen on the night of her hrai-dani. He’d already turned hers and her twin’s lives upside-down in the space of a day, and just as the two of them were settled in their new lives, he was bound to do it again. Would he give Nimay her memories back? Would it even be worth it? If he could so completely change the lives of a pair of previously-ordinary twins, what could he do to the whole kingdom?
Yamin thought back over the four thousand years of Raykin’s history. King Yan had experienced every one of them, observing the changing world with cold indifference.
The entire continent had once been ruled by Kazin for nearly a century, before Raykin had finally mustered an army large enough to fight back. Kazin had invaded Llayad, and consequently the northern kingdom was attacked from all sides by the might of the Tsaythi navy, at the time unknown to anyone but the white kingdom.
The internal wars of the northern kingdom were well-known, even to those who had never been there and knew little else of the foreign kingdoms. Raykin, too, had internal problems. There was a period when Raykin was still young, that the desert people, feeling they had been robbed of Raykin’s throne, had laid siege on Ni-Yana’s palace. The few who had survived fled back to the desert.
Plagues, droughts and floods had wreaked havoc on all four kingdoms. Three times over those four thousand years, the Ra-Lin had ceased flowing for a month, so that not even a trickle of water ran through Raykin. Once, even Ni-Yana was abandoned as the people travelled to Llayad in the hopes of finding water.
Kings and queens had been killed, sometimes by their own children, borders had shifted, even eliminated almost entirely…
King Yan had seen it all. Yamin refused to believe that a man with so much experience—not to mention his yrae stone—had not played a hand in Tsyllaes’ fortunes. It was no wonder half the kingdom considered him a myth.
The young healer clenched her eyes tight, squeezing the tears that had pooled in her eyes. For all he had done in the past four thousand years, the fallen king had barely begun.