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The Corren
« on: November 10, 2005, 08:25:49 AM »
A story that I'm working on for real. Don't worry M&H will be back. I just need time to type.

Saebyne rubbed his weary eyes, how long had he been staring at his model of Nevewald? Time meant nothing in his little pocket of space, yet the effort of creating a world tired him. –Do gods tire?- He wondered idly He knew not what he or his brother were. The desires to create drove him, keeping him far too busy to learn his origins. This world he worked on would change as the model before him did. As he added three suns of varying size to the model, three new suns emerged from the dust. He added five moons, each a different color, not knowing why he did so. This was how he created, guided by a force unknown to him.

His work was divided between the world and its people. His people, they were made like him. A couple, woman and man had been made first. Both of them possessing dark silver hair, one light of skin and the other dark. Then there was the child, who was currently studying the vessel of what would be her mate one day. There was a soul but no body yet, and still the child was draw like a moth to flame to the soul. This is what he wanted for his people, love eternal for everyone. He wanted his people to never suffer; he kept this in mind as he painted life-giving rivers on the model. He added greenery, they would want for nothing. Yes everything would be perfect.

A knock at the door unsettled him, the stream he had been painting so carefully turned into a river encompassing the model as his hand jerked. Saebyne swore under his breath, he would fix it later. Behind the door was his brother Valacor, as he moved shadows seemed to seep into the room, warmth from the fire was stolen as the shadows took the flames away. Saebyne nevertheless opened his arms to greet his brother only to receive a blade in the chest. Valacor continued to slash at him, spilling silver blood everywhere, including the model. Where the blood landed a silver forest arose…

“That forest to this day is known as Delgafia, blood of the father, also known as what? Aaron?”

“Silver forest because everything is silver colored there.”

“Very good. Now can anyone tell me more of the girl?” Several hands went up. “Jessie?”

“She’s known as the Mercy. She takes everyone’s pain into herself so we can live free of heart and spirit.”

“Good! Now what happened to her soul mate?”

“He was torn apart and made the four races.”

“Yes, next time raise your hand Rini. What were Mercy’s last words?” The teacher sighed when no hands rose. “Mercy’s words where thus: ‘You cannot destroy what you did not create, I will not allow you to hurt anyone. I will collect their pain and hold it for you for one day.’ That is how Mercy came into being. Remember they can break our bones, tear our flesh, destroy us as a Corren but remember, never let hate fester, that is Mercy’s job. She will take our pain and our hate and one day we will be free."
"Remember, blood is not only much thicker than water, it's much more difficult to get out of the carpet."~Phyllis Diller

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The Corren
« Reply #1 on: November 10, 2005, 08:30:42 AM »
Your Avatar Picture is Soooooo Beutiful!

Im in love in it...

Oh, and nice text too... ;)

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Birth
« Reply #2 on: December 31, 2005, 06:38:38 PM »
Blood. Blood represented four things in this world. Life, death, power and food. Well blood was only food if one was a Virrcan. As far as power all knew the healing power a Corren’s blood held and a Virrcan could become intoxicated with one drink. A’yi knew this as she sank her fangs into the Corren’s wrist, the woman stood there staring at the ground, only a slight tightening around the eyes showed the servant felt anything at all.

She drank at the cool blood, leaving no time to savor the taste or texture of it as she prayed the blood would keep her alive. She briefly wondered if she needed the warm blood of a male to live long enough to deliver the second of the twins. She pushed all thoughts away as pain rode her as the babe moved again. The first of the children had been easy and now the second refused to be born, it was almost as if he did not want to be touched by the Corren priestess.

“My lady, the child refuses to be born, I-I do not know what to do!”

Coming from a priestess that handled births everyday was disconcerting. A’yi knew that she would die with the child, making up her mind not to become hysterical she commanded the woman to bring her firstborn. As she held the child she nicked her thumb with her own fangs and pressed it into the babe’s mouth.

“That’s it drink my little Draconis.”

---
Out side of the birthing chamber a king paced and a priest prayed. The king was Dragonis, lord of the Dagon people, a king brought down to the common man’s level through the simple emotion of love. Yes, he truly loved A’yi, it was the reason he married her against all traditions. A king, a Dagon king, was supposed to be above such petty emotions, he knew this and yet he couldn’t deny his feelings. He knew if she died part of him would follow. As he paced he could hear muted screams from the closed rooms, the sounds only caused him to pace faster. The priest on the other hand was the picture of calm as he recited quiet prayers.

“Valacor give this poor fool wisdom.”

“I heard that.” He stopped his pacing to face the priest.

“Be glad I am the only one to witness your display.” Mayu, leader of the True exclaimed.

“Why not show emotion? I love her!”

“You are the rock to which our people cling, you set all standards for us and yet you act like some commoner.” He rose and corned the king. “I never approved of this marriage and as much as you wish it she will never be of our kind, she is Virrcan. Do you realize since you married her how many have married outside of our kind? You must deaden yourself to her at least in public.”

“I cannot do what you ask.”

“So be it on your head. Mark my words, no half breed will rule, it’s against our laws.”

“No more talk the midwife comes.” The priestess approached carrying a baby in swaddling, and handed him to the king.

“Lady A’yi did not survive the birth my lords, forgive me.” Had he not been holding his son he would have struck her.

---

The red moon was rising, so big that it was it was close to eclipsing the other four moons. Corren turned their eyes skyward, while others ignored the sign. They knew this was the night of Birth; now all they had to do was hope and pray. If the child survived, they would be free.

---

She’s beautiful my love.” Damien Zenn cooed over his newborn daughter. He was amazed, as all new fathers, at his babe. His child had a full head of brown hair and had brown eyes, both which would fade to silver as she grew as do all his people.

“The red moon, it couldn’t possibly be for her, could it?”

“It doesn’t matter, we will raise her as if we never saw it. In fact we will tell all she was born yesterday.”

“Ah, I see. IF she is suppose to become that a moon won’t matter.”

“Exactly my love.”
"Remember, blood is not only much thicker than water, it's much more difficult to get out of the carpet."~Phyllis Diller

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First Blood
« Reply #3 on: August 04, 2006, 04:29:45 PM »
Corren 3


Sindel Zenn never really wanted much out of life, only to have her Chosen and no children. She did not want to bring children into this world, into slavery, but Saebyne had chosen her Purpose, not her. She was mother to three, no soon to be four children. Her mate, Damien had the children while she ran. He was off to get new identities for the children and himself, but she was the one that was hunted. As a woman it was her duty to protect and provide for her family, unlike the Valacorian belief that it was up to the male to do so. She knew it was true, the Corren belief, woman was the mightier of the sexes. She held her hand to her belly as she walked through the night, it was a noisy night, the people of Slever were celebrating the anniversary of their freedom, the Slever had been slaves like the Corren but they had won their freedom. When would the Corren finally stand up for themselves and find freedom? This was neither here or now, the time would come if her and Damien's beliefs were true of their daughter.

It was putting so much on their little girl, barely five, but it was the only hope they had. She would never know her fate, to know it, the very pressure of it was too much to put on anyone. No she would be raised as a normal child, free of the blood curse and her destiny if she wish. Sindel had already made plans for her family, giving them a new identity, while she fled to Delgafia with the help of the current Simon. He was a gnarled old man, almost at the end of his life, but he was a Virrcan and they were known for smuggling out her people. With him was his lieutenant, she assume the next Simon, his white wings were folded behind him taking up as little room as possible. The three of them walked to the city's limits, to where the greenery ended and desert began.

"Adrian will take you from here. I cannot make the journey." Simon said as he faced her. She understood, if he was caught taking her it could risk a war with the Virrcans who were suppose to be neutral in all things on Nevewald. She held out her hand and he took it, kissing the palm of her hand. "May Saebyne's grace be with you." He said as he walked away.

"Do you wish to walk or fly?"

"If Saebyne wanted us to fly he would have given us all wings as the Second had." She smiled, knowing that the Virrcan with wings detested walking, but she was afraid of flying. She wondered briefly if her children would learn to know of the First, Second and Mercy. Mercy was the only one with a name that was remembered, after all it was her efforts that destroyed the physical body of Valacor.  Both Gods had lost their mortal bodies and were in the spiritual realm and were as strong as their followers but Saebyne only had the Corren while his brother had four races following him. The priestess of Saebyne were strong enough to bring him into semi-physical form to speak to his people directly while his brother had to talk through his high priest. The current one was blessed with youth and life and a passion to see the Corren destroyed. Her family was going to the King's Haven, the center of Nevewald, they would be "found" and returned by Virrcans. It was where the royalty of the world stayed, it was the most protected green, surrounded by walls crafted of magic and tycca, the hardest rock known. She prayed that they would be protected by Saebyne's grace.

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Damien stopped where he was told. He carried his youngest, his son, on in his arms. His two daughters followed every command they were given, not giving anyone an excuse to harm them. They were lined up with several others who had been brought to King's Haven. He was the only full grown adult in the line, the rest had to be under two hundred. It made him feel old at nearly three hundred, he snorted to himself, him old at three hundred? He was still the baby of his family. His father had been nearly fifteen hundred when he was killed by his master. Damien hoped to never be killed by a master, he could only hope to have his children out live him. His oldest would have problems, she had too much of a mind of her own, not that they discouraged such a thing, it was just dangerous if she didn't keep her mouth shut. His other daughter only had spirit when she was with her sister, a common thing among distanced twins.

Twins, it was what started this whole mess on Nevewald. Saebyne and Valacor were ones. Saebyne had been born first and leaving the womb he took his twin's energy and killed him. Years later He felt remorse for what happened and split his soul in half and gave his brother life. It was thought that maybe he receive the negative emotions from Him, but only the two of them knew the truth. To keep any other from experiencing this He had made it so that twins could still be born but at different times. Iria and Kala were two years distanced but they were the same age. The other races didn't have this ability, one twin was almost always born dead. Another reason for the Corren to be hated.

"Dante Sennim, come forth." At first he didn't move, he had forgotten that was his new name. He receive a whip to the back for his lack of moving. He showed no emotion, he was use to the whip by now. Taking his daughter's hand he presented himself in front of the kings and the Dagon Prince. He went to his knees, his daughters following his example and bow their heads.

"You stayed with the caravan but where is your woman?" He was asked.

"I was told to stay and fend for the children, I do as I am told whether it be mate or master." He answered.

"Where is your woman, the mother of these mongrels?" The voice of Mayu pierced his ears.

"She left. I was not man enough for her. Whether she is alive or not is unknown to me." He lied, thinking to himself that he was more man than Mayu would ever be. He kept his temper in check, lord knew that the Zenns were a fiery bunch, the second main reason why they were all almost dead. He was not a Zenn anymore, he could never go back to being one, he was a Sennim now, a clan known for their submissiveness. Mayu was the type of man that felt good about himself when he pushed around a slave, especially a woman. Damien...Dante could only hope that one day a woman would be his down fall, until then they were all stuck with him. "I keep her name in case she comes back."

"I did not ask about your name, slave." He receive another crack with the whip, he did the mandatory flinch, the whip no longer bothered him, his skin had toughened. Saebyne forbid that the masters find out, they would find new punishments for his people.

"To lose a mate among the Corren is a grave thing, Mayu. It is only heard of if the female is unsatisfied. Is that what happened?" The Slever king asked of him.

"She felt I was not her Purpose nor where the children."

"The Corren and their Purposes. What rubbish, Saebyne is dead. The demon has been dead since the beginning. Yet they slave," He snickered at the pun, "away to their demon god hoping he will save them all." Mayu laughed. Every Corren just looked down, they would not hate Mayu for his opinion. They would give their hate to Mercy and live with their hearts light or that was what was they told themselves. Did they all secretly hate their masters as much as he tried not to, Dante couldn't help the hate festering inside, because of Mayu and his True, he would never see Sindel again. He couldn't let the hate spread to his children, they had to be pure and free of it. "They do not even argue that their god is a demon nor that he does evil deeds onto us, the True children."

"Saebyne is not a demon." A single voice cried out, much to his horror it came from his daughter Iria. He yanked on her hand trying to get her to knee down again but she shook him off. She stood proud, her little hands clenched into fists, her hair and dress moving with the power radiated by her aura. The whip came down on her back hard enough it tore into her skin, silver blood staining the drab dress. The only sign that she had felt it was a tightening of her eyes, her sister Kala was trembling, her link with her sister allowing her to know the pain she was in.

"Irinan, quiet." Dante...hell he would never get use to that name, whispered to his daughter, trying to pull her back down to her knees.

"No, no, this is interesting. A Corren standing up for herself and so young, what's next Corren entering the Arena for their freedom."

"And If I did, I could kick your butt." She said boldly.

"Insolence!" Mayu yelled as he grabbed a hold of her by the neck and slapped her once on each cheek. She fell to the ground and stared up at him, her honey and silver eyes meeting his tri-colored ones. He stepped back before he realized what he was doing, the child had something in her eyes that he had never seen a slave have before.

She hated him.

"Kill her." He stated and turned away from her, feeling her gaze on his back.

"No, don't." This came from the Dagonian prince, Draconis. "Her emotions, I've never felt anything like it." He slipped out of his throne from next to his father, dressed in silks imported from other realms, he move easily around the room to face the child. "And how old are you?"

"Fifty-two." She answered.

"In Valacorian terms."

"Five." She reluctantly answered. The Corren counted every year, not diminishing it to less years like the others did.

"How old am I do you know?" She stared up at him.

"You're one hundred and thirty. Thirteen in Valacorian terms. You are also a Virrcan. I know you feel what I feel."

"Very smart for one so young. Then I suppose you know that someone will die for your disrespect."

"I am willing to die for the truth. Saebyne is not a demon. Mayu's downfall will be his arrogance."

"Oh she is smart, Mayu. You should know that just because they are slaves it doesn't give us the right to antagonize them. One day they will face us in the Arena, they will turn on us one day."

"That is why children like her must die."

"I like her, I say she lives." Draconis walked back to this throne, leaning back. The room was quiet as Mayu turned to him, the disgust in his eyes plain for him to see, while the prince just smiled back. An idea came into his head, a way to break the girl and to rid himself of a Corren while he was at it. The priest walked over and took Dante's son from him, who only started crying as he was awakened. He placed the baby in front of the girl and handed her a dagger.

"Kill him. That is your punishment and if you think of coming after me, I will have all slaves here put to death."

"Mayu this is a little extreme. Are you truly thinking that she will be able to do this and not go insane?" The Slever king spoke up.

"It is better to be in death with Saebyne than in life in slavery." Irinan said as she handled the dagger. She bent down to her brother and whispered to him, "Forgive me Robyn. I love you." Dante closed his eyes as tears ran down his face, if only she had stayed quiet. He couldn't watch as the blade descended and pierced the main heart of his only son. She made it quick, going in straight, barely nicking his ribs, she twisted the blade, ruining his heart, making it impossible for him to heal it. Robyn gave a little cry, before his breath stopped. Tears were running down the young girl's face as she turned her eyes back to Mayu as her brother's body dissipated leaving nothing behind but silver dust. Her eyes were as dead as her brother as she look at him. She dropped to her knees and bowed her head like every other Corren in the room.

"That is how you handle a Corren, take away what they care for and they will submit."

"Do not forget it was that which caused the Slever to revolt." The Galken King warned as he watched the young girl.

"You have endangered us all, Mayu. The prophecy of Mercy is bound to come true, now you and the prince have given someone to full fill it."

"The child was not born on the red moon. There is no way that she can be part of the prophecy. When she takes a mate, we will simply kill him in order to keep her from birthing it." He said smugly. "Take them away." Draconis was tempted to follow the family, the misery coming from the girl was something so delicious, some emotion he could feed of off. He was partly responsible for her punishment, if only he could feed off the emotion, she wouldn't feel the way she did. He could only wonder how this would affect her life, but that was not his problem, his problem was smiling as the slaves where being led out of the room. Mayu would be the destruction of them all.

He had to be stopped.
"Remember, blood is not only much thicker than water, it's much more difficult to get out of the carpet."~Phyllis Diller

"Death is the only inescapable, unavoidable, sure thing. We are sentenced to die the day we're born." - Gary Mark Gilmore

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