Fallen World

Some of you may be saying, wtf, I've seen this before. Well, I moved it to my NEW account (this one) so I wouldn't be so spread out. This is an entirly original story, and slow in progress (I am writing 4 at once with little time to spare) As always, I will not warn you about anything during the story, just up here in this little area.
Now read it damnit.

In this chapter:: violence and confusion
~Loki


Fallen World

Lera hanna vaga ah,
Epa alla tu.
Lera hanna vaga ah,
Epa alla tu.

Creece e creece ah,
Eno vaga con.
So doe ka, so do koa,
…So le ra de on!

Lehanna! Lehanna!
Vemos ente lon.
Lehanna! Lehanna!
Somo da laron…


In the darkness we may find,
The light to lead the way.
In the darkness we may find,
The light to lead the way.

Out of time,
We are lost.
Hear us now,
…And guide us!

Lehanna! Lehanna!
Daughter of us all.
Lehanna! Lehanna!
Tear us from the storm…

“Le…hanna…” Was the first word whispered from my cracked lips as I woke from my distant slumber. My eyes would not open; they felt as if they had been rudely nailed shut. I became aware of a distant searing pain in my legs and tried desperately to speak again.

“Come quick! She’s awoken!” A soft male’s voice sounded from my left. Fear pounded through my veins…where am I? Who’s speaking? Why can’t I move?!

“Daithi, make sure she doesn’t panic!” A female said, and I felt a cool hand on my face.

“You’re safe…you’re with friends now…” he said again, moving his other hand across my stomach. His touch…it was so light. I began to feel dizzy and my mind spiraled away from my grasp.

“We’re losing her!”

“Please…you must open you eyes!” Too late…the voices were fading back into murmurs, the sensation of touch going with it.
Is this…Death…?

Five Years before…

“Yah! Child, get up! Must ye be late on this day of all days!?” The widow threw open my wooden doors, making me jump from my bed. Quickly, her hands were on me, rough with age, stripping my bedclothes from me; tossing me clean ones.

“Neeha! Must I do everything for you? Get up, get up, we have to prepare!” She ran back from the small room, slamming the door behind her.

“Yes ma’am.” I dressed quickly, and grabbed my small pearl comb my brother had given me. Brushing out my short black hair, I gazed at myself in the fragment of mirror I had managed to steal from a local shop. It had broken in my retreat…I was a terrible thief, and this is what was left.
Must she always call me neeha?

Neeha was the Aranian word for “bastard child”. My Mother and Father had died when I was still very young and my brother, Baku, raised me. I missed him. Baku was recruited into the militia of our small town just two years ago. I was only eight, and had to live with an adopter. Unfortunately…I was sent to this old bat of a widow, who only needed me for work.

I was not the only child here; in fact there were many of us. The old widow, or Magda, ran a tavern called the Jetsu, and the children worked it. It was popular with traders and locals alike. Since I was still young, ten years to be precise, I could not work the bar or cook. So I cleaned to earn my stay. The widow hated me; I think she hates everyone, but especially me. She only kept me around because I was fluent in five different languages and could translate. Of course…this made me unpopular with the other children because, aside from her own kids, I had the best room. Smoothing out my plain white dress, I slipped into my cloth shoes, and went out the door to begin my daily chores.

We lived in a small town called Lugana, far away from the outside world. We were an island, small and humble, yet full of bustling people all with busy lives and many words. Our town ran on trade, and once every two months a group of men would sail to the other cities or the Outer World as we liked to call it, to get more supplies and make money for our village. We were also the home of many healing herbs, which brought thousands a week to us, and particularly, the Jetsu.

Grabbing a mop and a bucket of soapy water, I began to clean the floors of the main bar. The sun was shining through the small glass window above me, and I cold tell it was going to be a beautiful day. A good day for the Festival of Health.

When I was young, my brother would always tell me stories of Lehanna, the daughter of light. He said that she was a beautiful goddess who lived inside the Moon. It was said that one day a great darkness would threaten to engulf the world and on that day, Lehanna would rise on white wings and deliver her believers to a new world, free of evil. The Festival of Health celebrated the day she was rise up and save us all.

I hummed the Hymn of Light as I cleaned, and waited anxiously for the Jetsu to open. As soon as the clock chimed nine, the widow threw open the door and called everyone to the room. Soon it was filled with bodies of all ages, and the widow had to stand on a chair just to see us all.

“Everyone do well today! This is important! It was only the last festival the Nimari spilled all the good mead!” The old lady cast a glaring brown eye on a small blushing child.

As she rebuked us out, one by one, I let my mind wander, when my friend nudged me in the shoulder.

“Kata! Let’s ditch this place!” Ami whispered, his eyes twinkling brightly. I smiled and nodded. We were always sneaking out.

I followed Ami on hands and knees under the wooden tables and into a small crawl space that led to outside. Then we ran for the main town.

Losing ourselves quickly in the bustle of people, I grabbed his pale hand and pulled him over to a market stand.

“Where are we going?”

“To the docks, maybe we can find out some things about the war.” He shook his blue hair out of his eyes.

“You know we can’t get down there…”

“I know a way!”

“Last time you said that, we got caught…”

“Don’t you have any trust in me?” He pouted mockingly, grabbed my hand and led me to the outskirts of the main market. The road ended and we reached the woods. Already I could taste the ocean salt, and feel the cold air coming from the water. Ami stopped, out of breath.

That’s when I heard it. A sound of footsteps coming our way. Ami looked up, his blue eyes wide with fear.

“No one’s supposed to be here…”

“Maybe it’s the guard?”

“No…they don’t patrol at this time…” Thinking quickly, I jumped up onto a tree branch and motioned for him to come, as the footsteps got louder still. He grabbed my hand, and then went up a few more branches. I followed, and he wrapped his arms around my waist in fear. Fear of what he saw below us.

The creature was at least eight feet tall, and if we had stretched out our arms we could have touched its black hair. Its skin was dark and covered in bone in some places, like a natural armor. It extended its right arm, and two large bone blades came out from it. It’s hand…if you could call it a hand was a metallic color, and where its fingers should have been, there were long claws dripping crimson.

Ami clutched me, his head buried in my hair. I felt him shaking, or was it me? I couldn’t tell. I hung onto the tree branch for dear life hoping the leaves would hide us enough. The creature moved forward again, heading for the village.

A whimpering sound came from behind me, and I felt water on my neck.

“A-ami?” More whimpering. I struggled to turn around but, he held me fast.

“W-we gotta warn them.” My teeth chattered but I was not cold.

“Please don’t leave me!” His voice was high and shaking.

“I’m not gonna, but w-we need to go get the guard.”

“I can’t move…Kata, I can’t!”

“Sh!” I heard another noise, this one was above us. Ami turned his head, toward it and slowly let go.

“H-hello…?”

Something answered.

It hit us hard, throwing us to the ground. I saw a splash of red, and then Ami’s head went rolling across the ground, his face still frozen in a scream. Before I could react, I was hurled upward and in the arms of something. The world around me was a blur, and I screamed until I felt my lungs would burst. Then I was falling.

It was like slow motion…I was above the town. The creatures were ripping apart everything in sight. Blood stained the ground, and ran from the well in streams. The creatures…they were slaughtering them. I saw the small Nimari, her heart ripped out and eaten in front of her before she even died. Body parts were flying, houses were burning, and I hit the icy ocean.

Panic!!

I struggled to swim but felt myself losing the battle. I could get no air!

A rough hand grabbed me, a hand of claws, and then blackness filled my view.

Present Day…

A hiss of air, and my body tumbled to the ground. I was almost senseless, only aware of my touch and hearing.

“This one. She’s ready.” A male’s voice spoke. I was roughly clothed and when I tried to move on my own, I was rudely slapped.

“Ismish kat’arl!” Dimly my brain processed the Finnan curse.

Ignorant…slave…?

I was led to some source of blinding heat. My sight was murky; all I could make out were dim shapes. Something was lifted, and its heat made the hair on my neck curl back.

“AHHH!” The red-hot iron was pressed to my skin, branding something there for life. I whimpered, tears blinding me even further. There was laughter in the background, as my hands were chained behind me.

Then, more noise, screams, pleads, cries, the cracking of whips. My vision, somewhat restored by my tears, cleared enough for me to see what hell I had landed in. It was giant cave, no, a mine. I couldn’t even see the top of it, it seemed to just spiral upward. They’re were people everywhere, all working, hammering away at the brown rocks, loading up pinkish looking crystals into huge wagons, pushing the wagons into a dark tunnel, and thousands more activities I could ever have counted.

I was shoved, so I would walk. I was being led by a beautiful man. His features were flawless; his long black hair flowed gently behind him as he seemingly glided down the stone steps. He wore a sort of uniform, black pants with a leather whip tied at the side. His shirt was black as well, and he wore a chain necklace, I saw as he turned. However beautiful his body was, his face showed none of it. Oh, it was flawless, by his eyes were cold and empty, and his mouth sneered.

“You dare look upon my face, slave?” His knee rushed up to meet my stomach. My breath came out in a whoosh and I fell, gasping. He laughed at my attempts, grabbed me by the throat and raised me to eye level.

“Let’s get this straight. I am your Master, you are a slave. You do what I say and we won’t have any problems. Let this be a lesson to you.” He smiled and held me over the edge of the rock stairs. Below me came shouts and I shook helplessly. He let go and I plummeted.

“Oh no!”

“Someone do something!”

“Help, help!” Came the cries, as I hit wagon of crystals, I felt something slice and break. Immediately, a crowd was around me, but I was so blinded by pain that they all blended together. Hands grabbed me, and I opened my mouth in a silent screams as shooting pain rocketed from my head to my feet.

“Here he comes!”

“Quick drop her!”

“Don’t just stand there, Makalani, drop her!”

“No! I won’t let another one die this way!” I guessed this voice to be Makalani.

“You’ll perish too, if he finds you helping her!”

“He can go fuck himself for all I care!” I was lifted and lost consciousness.


“Le…hanna…” Was the first word whispered from my cracked lips as I woke from my distant slumber. My eyes would not open; they felt as if they had been rudely nailed shut. I became aware of a distant searing pain in my legs and tried desperately to speak again.

“Come quick! She’s awoken!” A soft male’s voice sounded from my left. Fear pounded through my veins…where am I? Who’s speaking? Why can’t I move?!

“Daithi, make sure she doesn’t panic!” A female said, and I felt a cool hand on my face.

“You’re safe…you’re with friends now…” he said again, moving his other hand across my stomach. His touch…it was so light. I began to feel dizzy and my mind spiraled away from my grasp.

“We’re losing her!”

“Please…you must open you eyes!” Too late…the voices were fading back into murmurs, the sensation of touch going with it.

Is this…Death…?

*Daithi’s POV*

The strange girl slipped back into slumber, and I breathed a sigh of relief. Slipping my hands off of her, I turned my head to Sekhmet, who was standing at the doorway.

“Is she…?”

“No…she is just asleep. We should leave her that way for awhile.” Sekhmet looked as relieved as I felt, and brought in another dish of cool water. Placing the rag in it, I folded it over the girl’s head. She had been running a fever for some time, due to her injuries. I saw her fall off the stairway, and land in the cart of crystals. Makalani had rescued her and if he had not brought her back here in time, she would have been gone. Her back and legs were severely damaged, but as long as the Master’s thought she was dead, she would be safe.

I had to remember to thank Makalani. I hate it when people die or get hurt.

Rubbing my eyes, I yawned and leaned back on the wall. She had taken occupancy in my bed, which was a special hammock Sekhmet had woven me as a gift after I was realized just where I was. Sliding down the wall, I gathered my arms around my knees and sank back into my memories.