Current WIP. No, it's not depressing :P
“Are you sure that we should let Rekka do this?”
“I’m positive, we need all of the help we can get.”
Rekka cracked one of her eyes open. She was trying to meditate in her room. The wiry twelve year old was shaken, to be sure, and had been under house arrest for the past two weeks, unable to leave her room. Life in the order was strict, to be sure, and when one crossed the order there was no escaping that your life became forfit and anyone you were in contact with became subject to everything from simple house arrest to banishment to other punishments that might be deserved only half of the time.
Rekka closed her eye again and slid the rope of beads one bead over.
I am born of the dust, to be incarenate as a servant of the Great Mother, and to dust I return when my tasks on this plane are done. May my works here be pleasing to our ever Merciful Mother so that upon my termination from this world, I will be returned to her side to continue my service. Amen.
She slid another bead by. Normally, she was a bundle of energy, a flame such as her name sake was, but when she sat to clear her mind of stress and tiredness, she was serious and calm, like embers. Quiet warmth and promise.of great things.
In reality, she was bored out of her mind, and today her mind would not focus on the prayers that were in the forground. In the background, she was listening to the conversation outside of her door, picking up those snippets that came to her when her mind wandered from the prayer at hand.
“She’s still young. There’s no telling what was put into her mind by him.”
“She was his only student, we are lucky in that. However, he was not her only teacher.”
Great Mother, forgive the transgressions of this lowly mortal servant and lead me to the path that is right and true. Grant me the insight to accept my lot and to strive to be with you once again. In your name I prey. Amen.
The Order was very odd, in terms of a modern religious sect. The Order was fluid, ever changing, looking for ways to adapt to whatever man kind’s collective mind came up with next. They embraced technology, observed a Sabbath away from it each week as well as a small Sabbath each day at sunrise and again at sundown. Rekka, currently the only school age member of the group, attended public school yet spent her early mornings and late afternoons in study with her elders. She had friends who thought she was part of a weird cult, but they didn’t seem to care when she was out about town with them in the evenings or on the one weekend day she was out.
“I’m positive, we need all of the help we can get.”
Rekka cracked one of her eyes open. She was trying to meditate in her room. The wiry twelve year old was shaken, to be sure, and had been under house arrest for the past two weeks, unable to leave her room. Life in the order was strict, to be sure, and when one crossed the order there was no escaping that your life became forfit and anyone you were in contact with became subject to everything from simple house arrest to banishment to other punishments that might be deserved only half of the time.
Rekka closed her eye again and slid the rope of beads one bead over.
I am born of the dust, to be incarenate as a servant of the Great Mother, and to dust I return when my tasks on this plane are done. May my works here be pleasing to our ever Merciful Mother so that upon my termination from this world, I will be returned to her side to continue my service. Amen.
She slid another bead by. Normally, she was a bundle of energy, a flame such as her name sake was, but when she sat to clear her mind of stress and tiredness, she was serious and calm, like embers. Quiet warmth and promise.of great things.
In reality, she was bored out of her mind, and today her mind would not focus on the prayers that were in the forground. In the background, she was listening to the conversation outside of her door, picking up those snippets that came to her when her mind wandered from the prayer at hand.
“She’s still young. There’s no telling what was put into her mind by him.”
“She was his only student, we are lucky in that. However, he was not her only teacher.”
Great Mother, forgive the transgressions of this lowly mortal servant and lead me to the path that is right and true. Grant me the insight to accept my lot and to strive to be with you once again. In your name I prey. Amen.
The Order was very odd, in terms of a modern religious sect. The Order was fluid, ever changing, looking for ways to adapt to whatever man kind’s collective mind came up with next. They embraced technology, observed a Sabbath away from it each week as well as a small Sabbath each day at sunrise and again at sundown. Rekka, currently the only school age member of the group, attended public school yet spent her early mornings and late afternoons in study with her elders. She had friends who thought she was part of a weird cult, but they didn’t seem to care when she was out about town with them in the evenings or on the one weekend day she was out.