Ah, Jahsmihna; a wonderful example of Allah's handiwork, she brings
me my evening meal. A beautiful young woman with coal black eyes, silken
black hair, and
caramel colored skin. A vision of loveliness.
"Jahsmihna, sit and sup with me."
"allas, my sultan, I cannot. It is not permitted."
"I will tell no one. Please only for awhile."
Reluctantly she seats herself on the pillow next to mine. She pours
my wine, then hers. Her eyes , they captivate me. The scent of her hair,
it makes my mouth begin
to water. I feel a hunger in my belly I can barely control.
Suddenly her eyes widen in terror. her mouth opens as if to scream but
is able to produce no sound. The scent of her fear ... so.. so ...enticing.
Unable to control
myself grab her by the shoulders and pull her to me. I open my
mouth and sink my teeth into her neck just above the shoulder. She
struggles feverently. This makes
her smell so much more appetizing. Her flesh so... so... tender,
her blood so sweet.
"I forgive you, my sultan, Allah may not be so merciful."
The scent of her last breath...an inscent I will carry to my grave.
Jahsmihnas last words still ringing in my ears and her virtue on my breath.
I venture into the night air.
Everything seems so different. The air so...so much more aromatic.
The echoes of the voices of the populace so much more melodic than ever
I remember them. The
moonlight caresses my body. I feel strangely invigorated. The hunger
that sweet, sweet Jahsmihnas so wonderfully displaced now is just
a dull tingle iin the pit of my
stomach.
On the night air a new scent. One unlike I have ever smelled.
I seem uncontrolably drawn to follow it to its source. As I
venture through the dark streets of
Daharahn I begin to notice that I am able to move faster, stealthier,
and with more vigor than ever before; almost as if granted a new
body capable of feats beyond
my physical capabilities.
As I wander through the backstreets of this city I encounter one of
the high sultans guard patrols. They number three altogether. I seem to
have startled them. The
look on their faces much like the grimace on Jahsmihnas face earlier
this evening. The first is so startled he freezes in my wake. With my hand
I swing down on him.
From left shoulder to waist on the right side just above his belt,
I cleft the poor wretch in half. His blood sprays me like a baptismal shower.
As the halves of the poor soul fall to either of my path on of the three
( two now ) turns in terror and flees. The third, an odd looking man in
a red robe with a yellow
baldric stands motionless muttering in a tounge I cannot comprehend.
The tone of his voice reaches a climatic volume level as if to avenge his
fallen comrade. At that
instant from the shadows he is attacked by two wolves. They are
demonic in the manner in which they dispatch my foe.
From out of the shadows a voice, "Fear not my child, I will watch over
you as you come into your own." Almost as suddenly as they appeared, the
wolves are
goone, almost as if they were never there. I wander the streets of
Daharahn afew more hours before I find my way home. SLEEP.. I must sleep
so that I might wake
from this vision of carnage.
The sun piercing through my eyelids heralds the fact tat a new day is
upon me. The sun so high in the sky, the day is half gone. I should have
been wakened hours
ago. "Jahsmihna?! Why did you not wake me!?" Silence echoes in
my chamber. "Jahsmihna, bring me my food, and coffee, lots of coffee."
The door to my chamber opens an a very dark skinned woman bearing my food enters. "You are not Jahsmihna? Where is Jahsmihna?"
" Do you not remember, my sultan, she dined with you last eve."
"She What?! It is not permi..."at that moment as if a lamp in my mind had been lighted the images of the meal played on the back of my eyes for me to see again.
"Whats wrong, my lord. Something bothering you?"
"WHO are you , and where is Jahsmihna?"
" I believe you've a piece of her stuck ( curling back her lip and pointing at her teeth ) right there."
The woman finishes setting out my meal and pours my coffee, brings
it to me and sit on the foot of my bed. "Do not be startled. I was frightened
at first too. That is
why I am here. I am to watch over and assist you until you are ready
to join us whole heartedly."
"You've still not told me who you are."
At that instant the woman begins to change into ... into Jahsmihna.
" I am CHANGELING DARKSONG. I am here to help you. In my presence you will
act as if I
AM Jahsmihna."
" WHAT, WHO ARE YOU!!!"
" Calm yourself, all will be revealed soon enough. When my master comes you will know all you need to know."
At that instant from outside my chamber stirs a commotion. Soon
enters one o my kings guardsman ROCKHOUND. "Lord Carlton, an emmissary
from the high
sultan is here to see you." Show them in Rockhound, Jahsmihna
bring more food and drink. " They answer in unison " Yes , my lord."
Moments later, in front of me , the cowardly guard from the evening
before. His tale is gruesome. "... and , my lord, the beast ripped him
in Half , IN FUCKIN'
HALF, with one swing. Please forgive me I ran. I know not what transpired
afterward. When I returned with help they were both ripped to pieces. Their
bodies
were everywhere. My Sultan has asked me to inform you so that you may
prepare your security measures for your KINGS annual pilgrimage to our
fair city."
At that moment Jahsm... ( I mean Changeling ) gives the man a cup of
coffee and says..." My Lord, holds the safety of his king in the highest
regard. You needn't
worry."
" THAT WILL BE ALL, JAHSMIHNA !!!"
" Yes, My lord. "
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