Darkness Rises Part I


Oshmdwa’s Children

Chapter One

 

Darkness Rises

Part 1

 

Dinorah suddenly woke up with a piercing pain in her heart; it seamed like it was trying to consume her whole.  It was just like piercing her heart with a heated nail, but it was more like someone was trying to enter it to posses her soul. She tried to scream, but all that came out of her mouth was a shrieking sound. Her chest was compress and lacked breath. She tried in vain to fight against the pain. Then she remembered the last words the Unnfrid, a priest who took care most of her life.

Close your eyes, sounded the Unnfrid’s voice in her head, “and breathe deeply.  Then pray the simple prayer of peace I have thought you.  When it comes, if it ever comes, you will be prepared to with stand it.  Those where the last words he said to her before she was taken away for the crowning of her brother Malkior. Dinorah closed her eyes and with great strength she breathed deeply, and in the ancient language she recited the Luminaria.

“Light, divine essence, come to my heart. Defend me from the shadows; don’t forsake me for I am your daughter!  Look for it burns inside of my being. Divine light, breath of life, ignite within me and suppress the shadows that mark me.”

A deem ray of light cover her and the penetrating pain appease for the moment. Dinorah know comprehended her arduous training in the monastery in which her mother put her. There she was to be trained for something she did not understood at that time, but lived inside her because of her linage. The same happened with her older brother Malkior, who was king of Irgoz. He was send to the head of the religion and was under the care of the Seboas Unnfrid, high priest and head of the religion. She was destined to be a princess and an example of peace within the realm of light, but everything changed when Malkior pronounce her heir to the throne against their parents’ wishes. . That’s why she was sent away by her mother to a monastery to be train for something she did not know at the begging but that resided with in her by her heritage. 

She took a small bell from her night stand and made it sound. Immediately Alora, her lady in waiting, came in. Alora was distressed to have found her mistress very pail and shivering.  She went to her and touched her forehead to check if Dinorah had a fever, which she had none but her skin was as cold as the snow.

            “Are you alright my lady?” Asked Alora very concerned.

            “I am. It is nothing to be concerned with, for now.  I need to ask for a favor,” answered an exhausted Dinorah.

            “How can I help?”

            “Look within the Sarai who the most trust worthy is and the one who would give his life for me without hesitation.”

            “My lady!” Exclaimed Alora scared.

            “Do not be scared, it has not come yet but it has found me.  Go know and do as I have commanded you.  Go quickly!”

            Alora did as her mistress asked of her and went looking within the Sarai Richari, the princess’ knights, to see who was the most trust worthy of all.  Outside the stable all the men, which were twenty of them, were gathering for breakfast.  She slowly walked amongst them looking at each one straight in the eyes.  The men found this very peculiar for she did not go to them personally, she always sends someone in her name.  They all vow when she approach as was the costume for she was the lady in company of her Royal Highness Princess Dinorah.  They all have to respect her as if she was the Princess herself for she represented her when she was not present.  Alora came upon a man of tall stature and strong features.  He was first in line for breakfast.  She looked at him for a while and the man did nothing but looked down with humility.  Alora smiled for she had found the man the Princess was looking for.

            “Are you the one they called Brengüer, the lance of the warrior?” She asked with authority.

            “I am that man, my lady.  What is your command?” He said kneeling.  

            “Follow me,” then she said to the cook. “Give him a loaf of bread and a glass of wine,” then she said to Brengüer. “You will eat this as you walk, Brengüer.”

            He took the loaf of bread and the wine at started eating as he followed Alora.  Suddenly she stopped and looked at a young man of fifteen that was in front of her.  She smiled knowing who he was.  This young man was the stable boy of Brengüer.  So she asked him, “Young man, you are this man stable boy?”

            “Yes, my lady,” said the young man with a shy voice.

            “Then do as I command.  Go and prepare his horse and his armor.”

            “As you command, my lady.”

            The young man did what Alora told him to.  He went to the stables and took out Brengüer’s horse.  It was a gorgeous and strong animal of brown glowing mare and a white chest which gave him his name, Bronwen.  The boy prepared him with out any questions at all of what was happening, but he knew, as so the men, that there was something very important to do and the Princess needed the best qualified for the job.  The young man kept on doing what he was told and the men went to eat breakfast as they usually did before practicing there art of war. 

            Alora was walking fast like she floated over the floor, and Brengüer was trying to keep up while eating his breakfast at the same time for he didn’t want the Princess to see him eating. As he ate his last piece of bread they arrived at the Princess’ chamber.  He made a pause to drink what was left of the wine and put it on a table that was beside him.  Alora turn to him gently and said, “Wait here.”

            He did, and he contemplated the lady disappear behind the door.  Alora went to her mistress whom was standing beside a large window that looked upon the city square.  She was dress with a beautiful light blue robe; her wavy brown hair was loose and fell elegantly over her shoulders.  The people said Princess Dinorah was a sigh for sore eyes for her beauty had no compare.  They also say that if you look into her green eyes you could see a peaceful light that emerge from them.  Her mother Queen Eduvigis saw that light when her youngest child was born and named her Dinorah that means “the one who irradiates light”.  Dinorah was now twenty seven years old, but since she was a teenager she possessed wisdom beyond her age.  Her brother King Malkior named her his royal counsel for she had always words of wisdom in matters of state and of the people. He also named her his heir for he had no child of his own and has always thought of his sister as best suited for the job.  Even though his father made him promise not to named Dinorah his heir for his responsibility was to give an heir to the throne.

            “My lady,” said Alora.

            “Have you done what I’ve requested?” Asked Dinorah, still looking through the window.

            “Yes.  I have brought Brengüer to you.  Would you like to see him know?” Alora inquired.

            “Yes.”

            Alora went to the door and when she opened it, she found Brengüer smelling a rose that was part of an arrangement placed on the table he had put his glass of wine.  Alora smiled for she had never seen a soft side like that in a knight.  She has always seen them fighting and practicing their craft.  They were always strong showing little sentiment to things in order to have the respect of others.  Alora found this intriguing from a man of his stature, for he was the best of all the Princess’ men.  She called him and he was very surprised.  Brengüer looked at her in dismay for he was caught of guard and that was very unusual for him.  He was always ready for anything and this time a lady, beautiful as Alora, had caught him enjoying a simple rose.  For him, Lady Alora was as sweet as that rose.  He stood straight waiting for her commands with out saying any words of what had happened.  Alora new that he was in an awkward situation so she decided not to approach it or to ask any questions.  But she was very curious, still there where other matters to attend to.  Her lady had given her an instruction and was waiting for Brengüer.

            “Come in, the Princess is waiting for you,” she said opening the door.

            Brengüer entered the room and when he saw the Princess he immediately kneel, extended his arms and said to her, “Li Jahivé fridu, Sarai Dinorah!”

            With out looking at him she said softly, “There is a matter of urgency that needs to be kept secret.  Can, Li Jahivé fridu, trust you Brengüer?”

            “Yes, my Princess.  I am at your service,” he answered solemnly.    

            She turned to face him and ask him to stand.  Then she said looking at him into his eyes and with a soft voice, “Brengüer I need you to go to Karmiérz.  I fear the king is dead and no one has send word.  You must go and found out if this is true.  Let no one know that I have sent you.  Do what you have to do to keep this a secret.  I trust in you, Brengüer. Ride as fast as you can for the faith of the kingdom and my life are in your hands. Choose from the Sarai Richari one that you trust to accompany you so you won’t be alone.”

            “I will do as you request, Jahivé fridu.”

            “Go know and go with my blessing.”

            He left the room but first he looked at Alora’s eyes and smiled.  Alora smiled back at him and vow. 

Dinorah suddenly woke up with a piercing pain in her heart; it seamed like it was trying to consume her whole.  It was just like piercing her heart with a heated nail, but it was more like someone was trying to enter it to posses her soul. She tried to scream, but all that came out of her mouth was a shrieking sound. Her chest was compress and lacked breath. She tried in vain to fight against the pain. Then she remembered the last words the Unnfrid, a priest who took care most of her life.

 

Close your eyes, sounded the Unnfrid’s voice in her head, “and breathe deeply.  Then pray the simple prayer of peace I have thought you.  When it comes, if it ever comes, you will be prepared to with stand it.  Those where the last words he said to her before she was taken away for the crowning of her brother Malkior. Dinorah closed her eyes and with great strength she breathed deeply, and in the ancient language she recited the Luminaria.

 

“Light, divine essence, come to my heart. Defend me from the shadows; don’t forsake me for I am your daughter!  Look for it burns inside of my being. Divine light, breath of life, ignite within me and suppress the shadows that mark me.”

             

A deem ray of light cover her and the penetrating pain appease for the moment. Dinorah know comprehended her arduous training in the monastery in which her mother put her. There she was to be trained for something she did not understood at that time, but lived inside her because of her linage. The same happened with her older brother Malkior, who was king of Irgoz. He was send to the head of the religion and was under the care of the Seboas Unnfrid, high priest and head of the religion. She was destined to be a princess and an example of peace within the realm of light, but everything changed when Malkior pronounce her heir to the throne against their parents’ wishes. . That’s why she was sent away by her mother to a monastery to be train for something she did not know at the begging but that resided with in her by her heritage. 

 

She took a small bell from her night stand and made it sound. Immediately Alora, her lady in waiting, came in. Alora was distressed to have found her mistress very pail and shivering.  She went to her and touched her forehead to check if Dinorah had a fever, which she had none but her skin was as cold as the snow.

 

            “Are you alright my lady?” Asked Alora very concerned.

 

            “I am. It is nothing to be concerned with, for now.  I need to ask for a favor,” answered an exhausted Dinorah.

 

            “How can I help?”

 

            “Look within the Sarai who the most trust worthy is and the one who would give his life for me without hesitation.”

 

            “My lady!” Exclaimed Alora scared.

            “Do not be scared, it has not come yet but it has found me.  Go know and do as I have commanded you.  Go quickly!”

            Alora did as her mistress asked of her and went looking within the Sarai Richari, the princess’ knights, to see who was the most trust worthy of all.  Outside the stable all the men, which were twenty of them, were gathering for breakfast.  She slowly walked amongst them looking at each one straight in the eyes.  The men found this very peculiar for she did not go to them personally, she always sends someone in her name.  They all vow when she approach as was the costume for she was the lady in company of her Royal Highness Princess Dinorah.  They all have to respect her as if she was the Princess herself for she represented her when she was not present.  Alora came upon a man of tall stature and strong features.  He was first in line for breakfast.  She looked at him for a while and the man did nothing but looked down with humility.  Alora smiled for she had found the man the Princess was looking for.

 

            “Are you the one they called Brengüer, the lance of the warrior?” She asked with authority.

 

            “I am that man, my lady.  What is your command?” He said kneeling.  

 

            “Follow me,” then she said to the cook. “Give him a loaf of bread and a glass of wine,” then she said to Brengüer. “You will eat this as you walk, Brengüer.”

 

            He took the loaf of bread and the wine at started eating as he followed Alora.  Suddenly she stopped and looked at a young man of fifteen that was in front of her.  She smiled knowing who he was.  This young man was the stable boy of Brengüer.  So she asked him, “Young man, you are this man stable boy?”

 

            “Yes, my lady,” said the young man with a shy voice.

 

            “Then do as I command.  Go and prepare his horse and his armor.”

 

            “As you command, my lady.”

 

            The young man did what Alora told him to.  He went to the stables and took out Brengüer’s horse.  It was a gorgeous and strong animal of brown glowing mare and a white chest which gave him his name, Bronwen.  The boy prepared him with out any questions at all of what was happening, but he knew, as so the men, that there was something very important to do and the Princess needed the best qualified for the job.  The young man kept on doing what he was told and the men went to eat breakfast as they usually did before practicing there art of war. 

 

            Alora was walking fast like she floated over the floor, and Brengüer was trying to keep up while eating his breakfast at the same time for he didn’t want the Princess to see him eating. As he ate his last piece of bread they arrived at the Princess’ chamber.  He made a pause to drink what was left of the wine and put it on a table that was beside him.  Alora turn to him gently and said, “Wait here.”

 

            He did, and he contemplated the lady disappear behind the door.  Alora went to her mistress whom was standing beside a large window that looked upon the city square.  She was dress with a beautiful light blue robe; her wavy brown hair was loose and fell elegantly over her shoulders.  The people said Princess Dinorah was a sigh for sore eyes for her beauty had no compare.  They also say that if you look into her green eyes you could see a peaceful light that emerge from them.  Her mother Queen Eduvigis saw that light when her youngest child was born and named her Dinorah that means “the one who irradiates light”.  Dinorah was now twenty seven years old, but since she was a teenager she possessed wisdom beyond her age.  Her brother King Malkior named her his royal counsel for she had always words of wisdom in matters of state and of the people. He also named her his heir for he had no child of his own and has always thought of his sister as best suited for the job.  Even though his father made him promise not to named Dinorah his heir for his responsibility was to give an heir to the throne.

 

            “My lady,” said Alora.

 

            “Have you done what I’ve requested?” Asked Dinorah, still looking through the window.

 

            “Yes.  I have brought Brengüer to you.  Would you like to see him know?” Alora inquired.

 

            “Yes.”

 

            Alora went to the door and when she opened it, she found Brengüer smelling a rose that was part of an arrangement placed on the table he had put his glass of wine.  Alora smiled for she had never seen a soft side like that in a knight.  She has always seen them fighting and practicing their craft.  They were always strong showing little sentiment to things in order to have the respect of others.  Alora found this intriguing from a man of his stature, for he was the best of all the Princess’ men.  She called him and he was very surprised.  Brengüer looked at her in dismay for he was caught of guard and that was very unusual for him.  He was always ready for anything and this time a lady, beautiful as Alora, had caught him enjoying a simple rose.  For him, Lady Alora was as sweet as that rose.  He stood straight waiting for her commands with out saying any words of what had happened.  Alora new that he was in an awkward situation so she decided not to approach it or to ask any questions.  But she was very curious, still there where other matters to attend to.  Her lady had given her an instruction and was waiting for Brengüer.

 

            “Come in, the Princess is waiting for you,” she said opening the door.

 

            Brengüer entered the room and when he saw the Princess he immediately kneel, extended his arms and said to her, “Li Jahivé fridu, Sarai Dinorah!”

 

            With out looking at him she said softly, “There is a matter of urgency that needs to be kept secret.  Can, Li Jahivé fridu, trust you Brengüer?”

 

            “Yes, my Princess.  I am at your service,” he answered solemnly.    

 

            She turned to face him and ask him to stand.  Then she said looking at him into his eyes and with a soft voice, “Brengüer I need you to go to Karmiérz.  I fear the king is dead and no one has send word.  You must go and found out if this is true.  Let no one know that I have sent you.  Do what you have to do to keep this a secret.  I trust in you, Brengüer. Ride as fast as you can for the faith of the kingdom and my life are in your hands. Choose from the Sarai Richari one that you trust to accompany you so you won’t be alone.”

 

            “I will do as you request, Jahivé fridu.”

 

            “Go know and go with my blessing.”

            He left the room but first he looked at Alora’s eyes and smiled.  Alora smiled back at him and vow.

 

The continuation of this chapter will be delivered on February 23, 2011


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