Blythe_Wood

Many aeons ago, in a land filled with riches and abundance, where peace reigned unhindered by anything, lived a kind called A'Khina.
The realm was painted with lush greenery, its meadows were filled with blooming colours, and its sun was just warm enough so everything could grow and thrive.
Seasons changed, and a new ruler rose, determined to bring change into the realm and show her people that there was so much that they hadn't seen or experienced.
She broke the sacred law that had kept her kind safe for such a long time and allowed for the very first entry into their realm to one other kind. 
One man from a realm filled with abundance brought with him sparkling stones and precious metals, which began to ornate the Queen's Palace and the homes of the A'khina. The man was a merchant, one of the lowest of his guild, and his name was N'gatarkan.
Time passed, and the man was allowed entry once every season to bring in his precious stones in exchange for grains and food. He slowly began to earn their trust, and with each visit, he found out more about the realm, and the more found he began coveting the power that made that realm so special.
Many seasons passed, and he began planning and scheming an uprise and taking the power that he wanted for himself, and with it, the demise of an entire kind began, and he became the first of his kind.
Aeons passed once more, and peace reigned in the realm until one day, the power he had coveted for himself, others wanted it just like he did. And a silent war began between what they called the First One and the powerful entities that desired to wield that power.
To save his people and himself, he returned to his roots and bargained his precious life and the power he held in exchange for the safety of his kind, the sithrians.
Until one day, when a girl was born unlike any other of her kind, with her white hair and sparkling emerald green eyes that held the promise of change but also led to her kind's demise once more.
And thus our story begins.....

Souls of the Damned

The warmth in her hand brought Iris's thoughts back to the man standing next to her, still trying to wrap her head around the situation that she was in. Despite the feeling that she somehow belonged to this place and she felt safe around him, there was a nagging thought at the back of her head that kept telling her that there was more to it. Her memories were broken she could remember only bits and pieces and none linked together as it should, so many things were missing as if someone had plucked them one by one only to leave with enough to know who she was. She reasoned that it was because she was on the brink of death that would be the cause of her memories being all over the place.


" We should get inside and start and prepare dinner, since we missed lunch" Ian's calm and soft voice brought Iris back to the present 


Iris nodded and walked inside the hut dragging Ian with her.


" You should have some rest while I get dinner ready and latter I will help you wash your since we didn't get a chance at the river"  the last words coming out in a wisper as he was feeling guilty about the whole matter. 


" I want to help you make dinner " Iris chided  with a smile.


" There will be plenty of time for you to do that, for now you should rest" Ian's was resolute in his statement 


" I'll check the wounds on your hands later, they seem to be taking longer to heal" Ian continued his train of thought 


"Alright" Iris replied with a small smile feeling somewhat uncomfortable at the fact that he was doing all the work


Sitting down on the edge of bed,  with her eyes on Ian that was busy getting everything prepared for dinner and unpacking the herbs that he picked ealier. Her thoughts started drifting back to what  happened at the river and how she felt while Ian had touched her. She closed her eyes as if trying to relive the moment, she didn't feel strange or ashamed, it felt familiar like they have done this before but it didn't make any sense since she and Ian never met before. His kiss left a burning feeling on her lips lingering even now.


The sound of water splashing brought her back from her reverie. Opening her eyes she saw Ian holding a large bowl full of water, he was looking at her intently as if trying to read her thoughts. 


" It will be a while before dinner is ready, we can wash your hair while we wait" Ian grumbled while placing the bowl on one of the tree stumps .


Iris nodded and got up from the bed and made her way to where Ian was. Sitting on the floor she  leaned against the tree stump and tilted her head back just enough for head to be  above bowl.


Ian ran his fingers through her hair mesmerised by the soft feel and the shine of her har despite it being stained by blood.


He filled his hands with water and started washing her hair, all the while Iris was enjoying Ian's gentle touch and revelled in the feeling of being cared for. Squeezing the water out of her hair he grabbed a cloth and gently massaging he started drying her hair.


" You should sit in front of the of the fire, your hair will dry faster ". Ian's soft  voice broke the silence 


Iris got up from the floor and moved to sit in front of the fire with Ian sitting next to her both staring at the flame going ablaze.


Looking at her hands that were wraped in bandages, Iris started unwrapping her fingers one by one, so she could have look at the condition of her hands.


Grabbing her hands Ian looked at them and turning them to  see if they were healed. 


" You don't need the bandages anymore,  I will apply some ointment on the ones that haven't healed completely,  by tomorrow they should be healed at this rate" Ian concluded letting Iris know his thoughts 


Iris smiled " Thank you for taking care of me"  


placing a soft kiss on his cheek Ian closed his eyes at the touch  of her lips and took in a sharp breath.


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