Birth Rite Yea Right
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Original - Misc › General
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
5
Views:
3,564
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Momma? Papa?
CHAPTER FIVE: MOMMA? PAPA?
My father was a fun loving guy. My mother was a kind woman. My mother was a housekeeper for the nearby leader. She met my father before the war when they were young and he was training in the military. My mother became a nurse and when the war was over she searched for three months for my father. She found him feeding off scraps of food and he was so emaciated. She took him home and fed him helping him get better.
When he got better he went down on his knee and proposed. She married my father in the spring of 2375. It was one year after WWIII. The world was still recuperating from all the bombing. A wedding was just what was needed. Nine months later I was born. Every one made such a fuss for two reasons. One, I was born on the festival of Linnia, our goddess, and two was that I was born with the phoenix, her sign, on the back of my neck. When I was five, the high priest asked my mother if I could live with him and the monks at the temple and she told them to ask me.
“Young Shauni, Will you fulfill your destiny and live with me and the monks at the temple?”
“I will not leave this life for a life of shelter in the temple. I must not leave them as well.” I surprised the high priest with my answer.
“She talks like an adult! More proof that she is the messenger!” The high priest was ecstatic.
“I may be the messenger but I will not leave until Linnia calls me to.”
My mother told me that story over and over again. She was also praised for giving birth to me but she remained humble, as did my father. He got a job as an assassin for the king to destroy his enemies. My mother got a job as midwife, but took a break for a month when she had my brother. Everyone went to see if he would be marked as well but he wasn’t. I didn’t mind. I was an older sister for three wonderful days. He was born too small and weak.
I don’t remember much of what happened after that until when I was seven, I came back from the fields to find Mother crying.
“Mother? Why do you cry so?”
“There is no way to but this sweetly since you are wise beyond your years. Shauni, your father was killed on the job. They are sending his body to us as we speak.” I admit I did cry. I cried with my mother until the tears stopped themselves. I went to the temple with her to pray for my father’s soul to reach the other side safely.
Soon after that a plague came in and since the bombing in WWIII scientists lost cures for the Black Death causing it to wipe out hundreds. Children were sent to leave cities and to the country where my family lived.
Unknowingly to all that some of the children carried the deadly disease. Luckily only a few caught it. Unfortunately my mother was one of the few. My father’s body arrived after my mother’s death. I was left to bury the both of them.
Life was hard for an orphan then. It is still hard. Even though I am now a woman and not needed as a child I am looked down upon as a slave and then held up to high because of who I am meant to be. I am human. I am alone. That is when a red bird came to my side.
My father was a fun loving guy. My mother was a kind woman. My mother was a housekeeper for the nearby leader. She met my father before the war when they were young and he was training in the military. My mother became a nurse and when the war was over she searched for three months for my father. She found him feeding off scraps of food and he was so emaciated. She took him home and fed him helping him get better.
When he got better he went down on his knee and proposed. She married my father in the spring of 2375. It was one year after WWIII. The world was still recuperating from all the bombing. A wedding was just what was needed. Nine months later I was born. Every one made such a fuss for two reasons. One, I was born on the festival of Linnia, our goddess, and two was that I was born with the phoenix, her sign, on the back of my neck. When I was five, the high priest asked my mother if I could live with him and the monks at the temple and she told them to ask me.
“Young Shauni, Will you fulfill your destiny and live with me and the monks at the temple?”
“I will not leave this life for a life of shelter in the temple. I must not leave them as well.” I surprised the high priest with my answer.
“She talks like an adult! More proof that she is the messenger!” The high priest was ecstatic.
“I may be the messenger but I will not leave until Linnia calls me to.”
My mother told me that story over and over again. She was also praised for giving birth to me but she remained humble, as did my father. He got a job as an assassin for the king to destroy his enemies. My mother got a job as midwife, but took a break for a month when she had my brother. Everyone went to see if he would be marked as well but he wasn’t. I didn’t mind. I was an older sister for three wonderful days. He was born too small and weak.
I don’t remember much of what happened after that until when I was seven, I came back from the fields to find Mother crying.
“Mother? Why do you cry so?”
“There is no way to but this sweetly since you are wise beyond your years. Shauni, your father was killed on the job. They are sending his body to us as we speak.” I admit I did cry. I cried with my mother until the tears stopped themselves. I went to the temple with her to pray for my father’s soul to reach the other side safely.
Soon after that a plague came in and since the bombing in WWIII scientists lost cures for the Black Death causing it to wipe out hundreds. Children were sent to leave cities and to the country where my family lived.
Unknowingly to all that some of the children carried the deadly disease. Luckily only a few caught it. Unfortunately my mother was one of the few. My father’s body arrived after my mother’s death. I was left to bury the both of them.
Life was hard for an orphan then. It is still hard. Even though I am now a woman and not needed as a child I am looked down upon as a slave and then held up to high because of who I am meant to be. I am human. I am alone. That is when a red bird came to my side.