Just a quick note that the blog is on hold until after the first of the year…with the holidays and my health, things have spiraled a little and time has passed too fast. So, a little break and we will return again after the first of the year…and hopefully the new chapter will be ready and posted by then, but it may have to be postponed and posted on February 1st instead. We will See. I wish all of you many happy wishes during the holidays.
Cherry
I had mentioned a while back that the noise and smell was horrible. I spoke too soon. Much too soon. I had not accounted for a storm.
Take the sound of animals and humans and add moaning and retching of women getting sick to the sounds along with the crashing waves. The pounding rain and the booming thunder and the snapping lightning. Then you have the sounds that are occurring here.
Yet, as bad as the sounds are…the smells have to be worse by a thousand-fold. The urine, feces, the bile, the sweat, and the stench of fear. The seawater with the sea life dying in it, the women's soaked belongings, and the waterlogged crates and barrels. Oh, and do not forget the very wood itself. It lends the most…intriguing aroma to the mix.
We have no window's to open, we cannot open the hatch above the steps. We are virtual prisoners down here. The swaying of the hammocks are unbearable, yet the only other alternative is to sit or lay on the waterlogged floor. We have not seen hide nor hair of the captain or any of the crew since the storm begain. If we could not hear the occasional shout or boot thudding on the wood above us over the din of the storm, I would begin to wonder if we had been abandoned.
It has been only a day--or has it been two?--but it feels much longer than that. Already several of the women are showing signs of fever…and one is even showing symptoms of madness. I am beginning to fear for these women…and in reality, we have barely begun our journey.
I have to wonder, just how much worse this is going to get…and I am not talking of the storm--not with this…
~Shashanna
I supposed you wonder where Allorana's father is in all of this. I have yet to mention him.
Allorana knows nothing of him, other than our joining was in part to try to unite the islands of Atlantis and Lemuria, and in part to try to create a child. We succeeded on one account and we had thought that we had succeeded on the second as well.
That was the first, and only, time I had gone to Atlantis. I had lived with her father for a few months as we performed the sacred magics.
During that time, I came to care for him, he was a very charming man, strong and yet tender. A warrior, yet also not afraid to show his feelings. His feelings that I believe were stronger for me than mine were for him. For I did care for him, but I did not love him.
He wished for me to forsake my vows as a priestess and my pledges to both our people to stay with him. This I could not do. I believe I hurt him more than I intended the day I left. It was on my journey home that I found I was child…his child. I arrived back home with only a few months left to prepare for the birth.
When Allorana was born, I did send a letter to him, but I also told him that neither of us would, or could, join him. That our place was with the Lemurians. Our duty was to serve them, and that I hoped that our pledges to his people would hold, that I did not break trust with them. Nor did I intend to--I sent a letter to his king of that part as well--and that one day I hoped he could come to Lemuria to meet his daughter, for that is what he had, and I told him her name.
I had no idea this was the way that they would one day meet, that she would be taken there. I do not know if he has a part in it or not, I hope he does not…
~Shashanna
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