LegendLand Big Bang Challenge - "Love is a Gift" (PG)
Title: Love is a Gift
Rating: PG; rated for general concepts
Theme: Mother Confessors
Genre: General/Drama
Characters: Magda Searus, Wizard Merrit (bookverse characters)
Timeline/Spoilers: About 3,000 years before series
Prompt: Gift
Word Count: 650
Author's Notes: Okay, so this is just my twist on how the creation of the first Mother Confessor might have gone from her point of view. I've basically taken the bookverse characters (their names and bare-bones history) and placed them in the world of the series. The rite and words are of my creation (just in case you were saying hey I don't recognize that *grin*)
I shook, as if with an ague, and felt the light fabric of my gown stick almost painfully to my back. I bit my tongue to keep from screaming out, and tasted blood, my own coppery sweet blood, fill my mouth. But instead of spitting it out, I swallowed, grounding myself to life with taste and feel of it.
“Mitha, mitha tathus tathua...”
I felt, more than heard, the painful words as they washed over me, and into me, and through me.
“Mitha yuthia... Magda...”
I sensed Merrit faltering, and forced myself to look up, to meet his blue eyes with my own darkened ones.
“Don't stop,” I hissed, breathing through the pain. “You can't stop. Don't stop,” I commanded, never doubting that the wizard would follow the order, and knowing that I wouldn't have to tell him again.
Merrit nodded, swallowed; his eyes pleading for forgiveness even as he continued to chant. “Mitha yuthia, Magda. Luthian marrowiai iaemoana, Magda...”
I bit back another aching scream, breathing through it. I would never have dreamed, could never have imagined, that the power of love would sear me so. It was like an unquenchable fire consuming me from the inside out, and it was like nothing I had ever known before.
I had always thought that I understood love; had always thought that I had felt a love as deep as any a woman could ever know. I had felt it, and I had given it. And when I had found my husband dead, fallen from the highest tower, I had felt it like the deepest wound.
It was only now, in this moment, that I realized that that had all been as nothing to this.
“Uthyia kiuononia... Magda, Magda, Magda...”
I rocked in time to the sound of my name, feeling it like a second heartbeat.
“Mitha uthyia luthian yuthia...Magda, Magda, Magda...”
The heartbeat pulsed somewhere high in my throat and I thought of everyone fallen in battle, friends gone, but not forgotten.
“Nythis nythia infai... Magda, Magda, Magda...”
The phantom beat fell low into my belly and I ached to hold an infant in my arms.
“Yuthia mitha uthyai... Magda, Magda, Magda...”
The second heartbeat pulsed higher, and I longed to see sisters and brothers I had never had.
“Kiynoai reymi mi'toth... Magda, Magda, Magda...”
That strange second heartbeat ached in my lowest secret places, and I felt a need for Baraccus such as I had never known before. I moaned, the sound ripping from deep in my throat as I curled in around myself.
“Jiygi lithorina kynia mitha mithrusa... Magda, Magda, Magda...”
The words pushed into me with a violence that tore and scratched at my soul, tearing it to shreds even as it remade me into something wholly new; something less, and something infinitely more. The phantom heartbeat settled over my left breast and everything lost all meaning but the feel of it rocking my whole body.
I screamed.
“Mith mitha mithrus... Magda, Magda, Magda,” Merrit bellowed before scrambling to where I lay.
“Magda... oh Magda, answer me. Please, please, please...”
The wizard gathered me in his arms and I felt him rocking me like a child.
“Oh Magda, I'm so sorry. Please... please tell me that it's a gift. Tell me that it's something wonderful... please... please tell me that it is a wondrous gift...”
“It...” I whispered weakly, feeling my gown chill me to the bone as the sweat dried slowly, though I was still feverish where Merrit pressed me to him. “It was necessary...”
I took a deep breath, trying to control my shaking.
“It was necessary...” I assured the wizard, because it may have been a Gift that he had just given me, but I had nothing left to give him in return... I was a Confessor...
Rating: PG; rated for general concepts
Theme: Mother Confessors
Genre: General/Drama
Characters: Magda Searus, Wizard Merrit (bookverse characters)
Timeline/Spoilers: About 3,000 years before series
Prompt: Gift
Word Count: 650
Author's Notes: Okay, so this is just my twist on how the creation of the first Mother Confessor might have gone from her point of view. I've basically taken the bookverse characters (their names and bare-bones history) and placed them in the world of the series. The rite and words are of my creation (just in case you were saying hey I don't recognize that *grin*)
I shook, as if with an ague, and felt the light fabric of my gown stick almost painfully to my back. I bit my tongue to keep from screaming out, and tasted blood, my own coppery sweet blood, fill my mouth. But instead of spitting it out, I swallowed, grounding myself to life with taste and feel of it.
“Mitha, mitha tathus tathua...”
I felt, more than heard, the painful words as they washed over me, and into me, and through me.
“Mitha yuthia... Magda...”
I sensed Merrit faltering, and forced myself to look up, to meet his blue eyes with my own darkened ones.
“Don't stop,” I hissed, breathing through the pain. “You can't stop. Don't stop,” I commanded, never doubting that the wizard would follow the order, and knowing that I wouldn't have to tell him again.
Merrit nodded, swallowed; his eyes pleading for forgiveness even as he continued to chant. “Mitha yuthia, Magda. Luthian marrowiai iaemoana, Magda...”
I bit back another aching scream, breathing through it. I would never have dreamed, could never have imagined, that the power of love would sear me so. It was like an unquenchable fire consuming me from the inside out, and it was like nothing I had ever known before.
I had always thought that I understood love; had always thought that I had felt a love as deep as any a woman could ever know. I had felt it, and I had given it. And when I had found my husband dead, fallen from the highest tower, I had felt it like the deepest wound.
It was only now, in this moment, that I realized that that had all been as nothing to this.
“Uthyia kiuononia... Magda, Magda, Magda...”
I rocked in time to the sound of my name, feeling it like a second heartbeat.
“Mitha uthyia luthian yuthia...Magda, Magda, Magda...”
The heartbeat pulsed somewhere high in my throat and I thought of everyone fallen in battle, friends gone, but not forgotten.
“Nythis nythia infai... Magda, Magda, Magda...”
The phantom beat fell low into my belly and I ached to hold an infant in my arms.
“Yuthia mitha uthyai... Magda, Magda, Magda...”
The second heartbeat pulsed higher, and I longed to see sisters and brothers I had never had.
“Kiynoai reymi mi'toth... Magda, Magda, Magda...”
That strange second heartbeat ached in my lowest secret places, and I felt a need for Baraccus such as I had never known before. I moaned, the sound ripping from deep in my throat as I curled in around myself.
“Jiygi lithorina kynia mitha mithrusa... Magda, Magda, Magda...”
The words pushed into me with a violence that tore and scratched at my soul, tearing it to shreds even as it remade me into something wholly new; something less, and something infinitely more. The phantom heartbeat settled over my left breast and everything lost all meaning but the feel of it rocking my whole body.
I screamed.
“Mith mitha mithrus... Magda, Magda, Magda,” Merrit bellowed before scrambling to where I lay.
“Magda... oh Magda, answer me. Please, please, please...”
The wizard gathered me in his arms and I felt him rocking me like a child.
“Oh Magda, I'm so sorry. Please... please tell me that it's a gift. Tell me that it's something wonderful... please... please tell me that it is a wondrous gift...”
“It...” I whispered weakly, feeling my gown chill me to the bone as the sweat dried slowly, though I was still feverish where Merrit pressed me to him. “It was necessary...”
I took a deep breath, trying to control my shaking.
“It was necessary...” I assured the wizard, because it may have been a Gift that he had just given me, but I had nothing left to give him in return... I was a Confessor...