Betrayal
The icy wind whistles around the small cottage nestled deep within the woods. A beautiful woman stands looking out the window, gazing towards the main fortress of her home of Treve. Knowing that within it's wall holds Her family those that will protect Her always. As the storm outside wars with nature a storm wars inside of her, one of lonliness and longing.
White bear skin furs drape about the womans body, arms locking about her middle as she tries desperately to ward off the chill of the evening air. Dark eyes continually scanning the horizon as she looks out the window, waiting, wanting a sign of His return. Hours it feels, perhaps days she stands longing for a word from Him. Her mate the guardian of her heart.
A loud knock echos through the small cottage making the Woman jump. Her eyes widen in wonderment at who would disturb Her solitude, let alone venturing in the cold at such an hour. Striding to the door she throws it open to look at the messenger standing behind the heavy door. His hands trembling as he hands her a message.. "Tis from Him M'Lady..."
Taking the message she rips it open, dark eyes scanning the scroll.. "Tis over Lady. I have chosen another. I wish you well.. I am sorry." Her small hand closes around the message, collapsing to the floor in a wave of heartache and nausea she bows her head to the floor, her small frame wracking with the sobs she's kept at bay for days.
What seems like hours the woman lifts her head finially, lashes flecked with silver tears, her creamy cheeks reddend and damp from weeping, rising to Her feet she looks about the door wide open, puddles from the rain soaking the carpets of her inner sanctuary. Tossing off her furs she steps to the door to stand and look beyond into the night.
Turning from the door she snags Her long blue cloak from the hook on the wall, the length swallowing her into it as she ties it about her. Lifting the hood, she strides out slamming the door behind her, the messenger long having fled to see the strong woman kneeling in tears. Bare feet sinking into the mud of the well worn path leading from her cottage to the Fortress, not carrying that it's cold, or that Her cloak swishes through puddles.
Pushing the heavy door open, the woman strides inside, the wind causing it to slam shut behind her. Moving to Her Ubar she stands in front of Him, dark eyes glisten with tears that still threaten, as she looks to Him. Dropping to Her knees she sweeps Her hood from Her head, auburn locks tumble down about her shoulders.
Leaning forward the woman whispers to Him, handing Him the message as Her head lowers, chin touching her chest, another wave of tears catching in her throat, she cries silently. Those of the home watching the woman who has always appeared so strong, her small body shuddering with her tears.
Slowly She lifts her head, proudly she tosses Her long curls from her face, looking to her Ubar and Ubara she whispers.. Tis done, My Ubar, My Ubara...it is over.
The woman reaches into her well worn pack, where She keeps all of her fondest memories of Her travels, pulling out a lovingly wrapped scroll she looks to Her Ubar, then to Her Ubara before rising to Her feet. Turning on her heels the woman strides to the firepit and kneels once more. Taking the scroll she unwraps it from the beautiful lilac silk, holds it above the flame watching it ignite.
As it burns down the length of the scroll she sets it to the side of the firepit so that She can use the ashes. Reaching beneath Her robes, She pulls out Her beloved blade, taking it She slides it across Her palm, making Herself bleed... She waits until it pools in Her palm before turning her hand so the blood flows freely into the ashes.
Her head raises from Her task as if deep in thought then into the shadows you hear her.... Her voice a soft chant as She bows Her head once more The relationship like so many others before it has come to an end, it has burned itself bright and now lays within this pile of ashes.. I will bleed no more for you. I will cry no more tears for you. This is the last you will get from me. With this I swear. You are a ghost to me, dead as these ashes. Gone from me will be your name, gone from me will be your memories. You are dead.
Squeezing her hand once more, the last traces of blood fall free. Wrapping her hand in the lilac cloth she cleans Her hand then holds the cloth to the fire as well, giving it the same fate as the scroll... as it burns she drops it with the other ashes. Dark eyes flickering with emotion.
Drawing Her cloak about Her once more, She rises to Her feet, turning to Her family she looks at them each .. I am unsure where My life will lead, the journey before Me is one I do not know. My heart aches, it cries out confused. I know not who I am now, or where I shall go.
What the woman didn't know was that Her future laid within the walls of Her home. She's not sure what will happen now but she knows that Treve is Her home, yet if the Man ever returns she knows She'll have to leave, but until that day... her journey for love and laughter continues.
~The end~


A story written for #Gates_of_Treve on irc.bondage.com. Copyright Crea` October 2004