Eternally Bound: Prologue
----- In Time -----
The last word of the bedtime story was almost a whisper. The child's mother stood from the slumbering teen, looking blissfully at her daughter. The innocent child was of caramel skin and dark brown hair laced with golden highlights; had her eyes been opened, they would have glowed with a vibrant emerald-like shimmer. Her mother softly sighed, said a prayer to ask the gods to watch over her, then kissed the child softly on the forehead before leaving.
A brisk night desert breeze found its way into the room from the nearby window, chilling the child. She curled up in an attempt to regain her comfort, when a wrinkled grey-clawed hand pulled the blanket up to assist. Content, the girl exhaled softly and resumed her dreams. Above her, the hand pulled away, joining three others, all attached to the same being beside the child's cot: an elder Djinn.
The creature towered above the girl, floating legless, by unseen forces which held him aloft. His four arms were folded as the purple flames of his eyes illuminated the room in an ambient violet. A lipless smile came to the Djinn as he inspected the child quietly. "They believe the time is not at hand. I believe our interference will be our downfall and I choose to wait no longer," came a ghostly determined voice. All four arms reached out, stretching out over the sleeping girl as magical sparkling sands of fuchsia lightly showered her. Where the grains landed came a bright blue shimmer, then sank into the child's skin. She stirred and opened her eyes for a moment, but rather than be afraid of the creature, or the spell he was casting, the girl simply smiled thick lips at the Djinn.
"Shhhh, be still okht; this is but the beginning of your journey. Sleep now," the Djinn whispered as the girl was lulled back into her slumber.
The Djinn materialized a chest from a puff of black and white smoke held by one of his four arms. The lid opened on its own accord, revealing a purple gossamer velvety silk, pillowing two intricate finger-less bracers, affixed to golden blades running alongside their length. He waved another hand over the gloves, while simultaneously continuing the sandfall over the girl's body. The same magical sparkling sands of fuchsia flowed into the gloves.
Ritual complete, the chest left the Djinn's hand in another small cloud of smoke; this time with a purple hue. The Djinn was pleased as he looked upon the girl for a moment longer. His gaze was through the child, staring at something beyond. "In time, you shall come to know me, and in time, you shall come to understand… If it takes a millennia, they all shall understand…"
In a cloud of white and black smoke, the Djinn vanished. In its place sparked a fire, which ignited, spread and burned the entire village to the ground; its only survivor: a young girl named Demitra Naja Nyimah.
[To be Continued...]
