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the_martyred) wrote2012-03-31 09:50 pm
the_martyred) wrote2012-03-31 09:50 pm
In another life
In another world, the stories changed. The Signless became known as the Sufferer, not because he died, but because he suffered the torment of living knowing his family, those he cared for most in the world, had died on his behalf. He lived a long life in hiding, preaching on occasion, but his belief in the good of others was forever tarnished. Hope had left him.
The books remember the Dolorosa, the strongest troll, the one who defied and raised the Sufferer. They remember Psiionic, the brave troll whose fate was worse than death, the one who was condemned to servitude that lasted a hundred lifetimes.
And they remember the other one. The troll who in her lifetime was known as the Disciple, the most faithful, the one whom he loved and who wrote down his sacred words. She was the one who became known as the Martyred.
The tales recall her death, never speaking regret of her beliefs. She was said to have died with tears in her eyes, not for her own pain, but for the knowledge that her beloved would die and his words would surely fade. The books stop her life there but it's not the truth.
Martyred had been discarded, assumed dead and left for the sun to bake her dry. Surely her carcass would be placed on a bonfire the next night, lighting the night sky. It wasn't easy to pull herself out of the pile of the dead; dozens of his followers had been culled as well. The sun burned through her clothes by the time she had reached shelter and her skin had blistered a painful red, speckled with the green of her own blood. Between the wound in her stomach and her sunburnt skin, she condemned herself to a death in the shade, slow and silent.
Yet she was found days later, not by the subjuggulators or the archeradicators, but by followers of Signless. They gave her water, bathed her wounds and helped her heal. It took a sweep before she was told of rumors that Signless lived. She headed off at once, skin permanently scarred and her telltale sign covered in cloaks.
Martyred told no one of her identity, calling herself only 'Nameless' in tribute. Information was slow to come as she wasn't willing to tell people her name. If the highbloods knew she was alive they might find out he was alive and she just couldn't risk that. Still, it took a long time to gain the trust needed to be taken to him--
And the changes in him were enormous. Yet he was alive.
And the Martyred promised herself that she would never leave his side again. She would keep him safe. She would never let him be caught again. She had given her life for him once only to be given it back and she would do it for the rest of her life if only to ease his pain.
The books remember the Dolorosa, the strongest troll, the one who defied and raised the Sufferer. They remember Psiionic, the brave troll whose fate was worse than death, the one who was condemned to servitude that lasted a hundred lifetimes.
And they remember the other one. The troll who in her lifetime was known as the Disciple, the most faithful, the one whom he loved and who wrote down his sacred words. She was the one who became known as the Martyred.
The tales recall her death, never speaking regret of her beliefs. She was said to have died with tears in her eyes, not for her own pain, but for the knowledge that her beloved would die and his words would surely fade. The books stop her life there but it's not the truth.
Martyred had been discarded, assumed dead and left for the sun to bake her dry. Surely her carcass would be placed on a bonfire the next night, lighting the night sky. It wasn't easy to pull herself out of the pile of the dead; dozens of his followers had been culled as well. The sun burned through her clothes by the time she had reached shelter and her skin had blistered a painful red, speckled with the green of her own blood. Between the wound in her stomach and her sunburnt skin, she condemned herself to a death in the shade, slow and silent.
Yet she was found days later, not by the subjuggulators or the archeradicators, but by followers of Signless. They gave her water, bathed her wounds and helped her heal. It took a sweep before she was told of rumors that Signless lived. She headed off at once, skin permanently scarred and her telltale sign covered in cloaks.
Martyred told no one of her identity, calling herself only 'Nameless' in tribute. Information was slow to come as she wasn't willing to tell people her name. If the highbloods knew she was alive they might find out he was alive and she just couldn't risk that. Still, it took a long time to gain the trust needed to be taken to him--
And the changes in him were enormous. Yet he was alive.
And the Martyred promised herself that she would never leave his side again. She would keep him safe. She would never let him be caught again. She had given her life for him once only to be given it back and she would do it for the rest of her life if only to ease his pain.