Raise thy sword - Original series by
MISTER BIG T
The next chapter in the new series, continues straight where
last part ended.
Chapter 3: Preparing for afterlife
The daughter of Inoer gazed at the written report of her father’s demise. She felt sad, but she shed no tears.
“Mistress, if you’re ashamed to cry during my presence, I can leave for you to
mourn,” the commander spoke to her.
She just shook her head, making her purple hair wave in the air.
“No, Arcoul. I do not have any tears to give up. The only thing that’ll bring
justice to my father, is the blood of Lichen on my blade,” she spoke.
“But mistress Miwako… Be reasonable. You are too young to go to a war,” the commander protested.
The six year old girl gave a smug grin.
“I have grown up in the battle field. I have seen death closer than you’d believe. I am not an innocent angel nor a girl attending the wounded, so do not treat me like one,” she spoke up. In her mind she added “And you’re not even aware of my power within me you pathetic cur…”
“Very well, but the customs require that we shall mourn for your father. How shall we do it?” Arcoul asked.
“A feast. We shall toast in the memory of my father, aswell as in the honor of
all those who shall go to the war soon,” she finally said.
“Shall I write up a poem?” he asked.
“Nay, I can do one,” she replied.
Arcoul gave a slight bow and left the room of his new superior. He had noted how her room was anything but an ordinary girl’s room. It seemed more like soldier’s barracks.
“What a lovely sight. A girl who almost doesn’t even blink after hearing that her father’s dead,” a voice suddenly spoke to Miwako.
“Who dares enter my chambers??!” Miwako exclaimed as she turned around.
Before her stood a woman dressed in a pitch black cloak. She had tall red hair and pale skin. The cloak covered much of her, only revealing small parts of her face.
“What is your business? How did you get in?!” Miwako questioned the intruder.
“Groeten, I mean no harm young war princess. I merely came to see how you are doing upon this hour of grief,” Jenny spoke to her.
“You failed to answer either of my questions. I do not like uninvited people sneaking into my room and claiming that they just want to see how I’m doing. Get out or else I’ll call the guards,” Miwako spoke with a stern voice.
Jenny gave a small laugh, which made Miwako shiver. Something in this woman…Scared her. She reminded Miwako of the old monster stories, which she had heard during the bedtime.
“So I was indeed correct. You are anything but a regular girl,” Jenny said.
Just then, Miwako, in a blink of an eye, pulled out a small dagger from her
sleeve and stabbed at Jenny’s heart.
Much to Miwako’s horror, Jenny had somehow been able took hold of the dagger with her right hand, the blade sinking inside the arm. No human could have moved their hand so fast to block the blow but…. She had just done the impossible.
“You really are trying to kill me, aren’t you?” she asked almost admiring the young girl.
“L…. Leave!! Please, leave!!!” Miwako yelled at her as she started to lose her usual confidence.
“I intend to. However, this reaction of yours just proved my suspicions correct. You shall be much greater to your kind than your father ever could have hoped to be,” Jenny spoke, as she disappeared into thin air.
Miwako breathed hard and looked at her dagger. How had she been able to block and sustain the blow so easily? She didn’t even flinch even though the dagger had pierced her hand…
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Chapter 4: Mother will always love you, no matter what
Melisa looked at her young, beautiful daughter play with a doll. Her long, beautiful, dark hair waved in air when she played with the doll. She was so innocent… So pure…. So young…. What could that demonic woman want with her?
I can’t……Do it… I love her too much… Too much…… The…The throne……
“Umm, Camilla?” she finally asked.
“Yes, mommy?” the four year old asked, stopping her play.
Melisa closed her eyes and bowed her head a little.
Do not think of it… Do not… Do not even consider it…… She is more worth…… Isn’t…Isn’t she??! She is MY daughter!!
“How was your day?” she asked as she looked at her daughter again.
“It was very good! Sir Longoose gave me this doll!” Camilla replied, while extending the doll.
“It looks beautiful. But… It’s broken,” Melisa said.
The doll was missing its button eye, which was hanging a little lower. Overall, it was in a bad shape ….. The beauty of the doll had been stolen from it.
“Mommy…. Is something wrong?” Camilla asked.
Don’t think of it. Don’t think of it. Don’t think of it. She is your daughter… Not merchandise… She’s not a cow, she’s not jewelry, she’s a human being… Your child… Your ONLY child…
“N-no… Nothing is wrong. Mom just had a rough day, that’s all,” Melisa spoke.
Camilla walked closer to her mother and placed her head to rest on Melisa’s
lap. Melisa’s armor was cold and made Camilla give out an eep.
“I’d want you to be home more often mother. It’s lonely here without you,” she
said.
“I….I’ll try and get more time for you……But you must understand this thing mommy is doing……She is doing it, because no one else can….” Melisa explained to Camilla.
Melisa gave a painful sigh as she got up to her feet.
“And… Mother needs to go again…. She’s needed at the king’s place,” Melisa said, although it was a lie and she was just escaping the horrible voices in her head.
“Bye bye mommy. I love you,” Camilla said to her.
Melisa began to walk out from the room. She was sweating and her pulse was running. Was she turning insane??!
I can’t bear this any longer… Its making me mad……Why do I suddenly want to rule Lichen kingdom so much? What……What did that sorceress do to me?? Or… Was I always this power hungry?
As she walked out of the room, she met a familiar person.
“Have you made your decision yet?” Jenny asked.
“Y-yes…. I….I have….,” Melisa said.
“Excellent. So, you choose to give her… Right?” Jenny kept questioning her.
Melisa swallowed hard, as few tears came down her eyes. In her heart and soul, she wanted to say no…. But something was pulling her closer.
“May God forgive me…………… I give her in…….” she finally said.
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Chapter 5: And the men toasted and whooped
The feast had started. Wine was running and the stories were told. People were singing in honour of their fallen leader and performing rituals to help his travel to the afterlife.
And then, Miwako showed up. She was wearing a complete dark dress with golden
symbols in it. She seemed really beautiful and almost looked like she belonged
to royalty.
“I’d like a moment of everyone’s time. I have made lore for my father’s memory. I’d like everyone to listen and be silent, while I read it out loud,” she spoke up.
Just then, a very muscular man rose up from his seat and slammed his mug onto a table.
“YOU are the one making sad poem? I should make a sad poem for getting a mere
kid as my new war chief. How are we supposed to follow a leader, whose main
concern in life is getting the prettiest dolls and being miss popular?” he spat
as he walked close towards Miwako. “Why should we follow a person who knows
less of war than any of us do?”
It happened so fast, that no one saw it coming. Only the huge scream of the man suddenly alerted everyone something had gone wrong.
Miwako had stabbed him directly between the legs. The dagger had sunk all the
way in; even the handle had gone inside. The pain from the loss of his groin
was so huge that the man fell on his knees while screaming and bleeding at
horrifying rate.
Without even giving a blink, Miwako gave a punch with her open palm to the man’s throat, making him fall to his back dead.
“Anyone else want to interrupt my speech or feels that I am not a worthy war leader for you people?”she asked with a completely straight face as she eyed around the room.
She pulled the dagger out from the blood-covered genitals and wiped it clean, against a tablecloth. She did not look anyone into the eyes during the rest of the ceremony.
Today the men feast for tomorrow’s butchering.