| LiShen | Created on Friday, 21 May 2010 22:01 |
| AmaLyn |
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It was a day that I will never forget. The many faces will forever be a memory I'll keep. My mother was a strange woman; My father was noble and strong. I often wonder why he put up with her many strange antics. But none of that matters, since they are not around any longer. Although I did not know it then, I later found out that my mother was a Shaman Witch. One of those who were so interested in her own self, and whom loved the feel of having power. She would often be found testing many potions and spells. Her thirst to use these things to control others would soon over take her life. The day was a rather gloom one; It had been raining and it felt different for some odd reason. Perhaps it was the impending doom that hung above all of our heads. I will never know. The sudden rush of bodies was accompanied by loud voices and bangs. I was but a child then, but I knew that something was wrong. The Ogre tribe had murdered most of the village before they came after my family. I was hidden away in the secret basement by my father. He knew that something was wrong right from the start, and that none of us would be alive at the end of it all. So he hid me away in hopes that I would be the last surviving member of our family. He was right. The Ogres killed everyone in my family, except for myself of course. My memories of my family before that disaster were a blur. It was my mother's memory that would haunt me for years after. After the tragedy, and seeing as I was the only one left, I ventured to the land of Buya. I quickly learned the ways of a Mage, as my mother did, and her mother did. When I was at the age of 12, something changed within me. I began to hear my mother's voice. I was haunted by dreams of the Ogres. No matter how hard I tried, it seemed as if I was being tormented by my own mother. To appease her spirit, I began to do as she did: Experiment with potions and spells. It was one in particular which would change my life forever. Because of my experimentations and sudden voices flooding my head, I thought that I should follow the path of a Shaman; And I did. It was a potion experiment that would change my life forever. Although I enjoyed making potions, it seemed as if my mother's haunting voice would push me to try new and strange ones. Ones that I would otherwise never do. She urged me to discover the spirit world, and experience it for myself. So, that night, I created a dusk blossom potion. This potion is to help in the aid of sleeping - my potion in particular would put me into a deep sleep in which I could call forth the spirits. I did not trust my mother completely, and so I added some midnight's reign to reveal her true intentions. I found myself in a deep and lost meditation. I could tell that my mother was pulling the strings, so I tried to take control of the situation. Unbeknownst to me, my mother was inside my head more than I thought. She knew every thing I was thinking, every move that I had planned to make before I made it, and most concerning - that I did not want any of this. She had manipulated my mind onto this path because *she* wanted this. She was always a selfish woman in life, and her death meant nothing. She had managed to still wiggle her way into my life and force things upon me which I would never force on anyone. She used my slight interest in potion making as a way to get into my mind. Once she was there, her goal was to take over. I know it is quite strange for those who have no knowledge of the spirit world to understand this. The fact is that my mother was a very strong Shaman, and her years of speaking to the spirits granted her something more powerful than any Shaman had ever recieved. Through our bond, she was able to follow the silvery string of life to me. She used it to pull me in the directions she chose fit. She was using me to complete that which she never did. She was manipulative, decieving, yet strong. Her power over me was so great. I lost who I was. The line between me and my mother was beginning to fade. Her spirit still lingered, and I discovered what her goal was. She was horrified to have died. She could never come to terms that it was her fault, and perhaps she should follow a new path. She was never one for letting go. She lured me into this world of spirits in hopes that I would enter the spirit world with her. Once I was there, she planned to trap me in it. My mother was going to murder me. She would force my spirit to be unable to return to it's body. Since a body is nothing but a hollow shell without a soul, she planned to replace mine .. with her own. Her planned would have worked, if I had not felt some- thing in the pit of my stomach that told me something was wrong. The night before, I had a strange dream; I was nothing but an empty shell of a girl, with a blank look upon my face. I walked around like a zombie, with nothing particular to say or do. I knew at that moment I was nothing like my mother. I knew at that moment when the Ogre tribe attacked, they probably had every reason to. I was in possession of my mother's spell journal but I had never been able to decipher it. I knew then that her journal was the clue to finding out the truth. But at that moment, I found myself stuck in the spirit world. I knew my mother's intentions, and decided to sacrifice a very important thing in my life: My body. Doing what I was about to do would force my body to remain the same age forever. I would never grow old, and I would be forced to look like a 12 year old for the rest of my life. Perhaps some would see this as a blessing, but to me, it was just one more thing my mother took from me. My name is Amaya Lynna Starr. Amaya means night rain; Lynna means from the lake. I am truly like the water - able to glide through anything. My family name might bring fear into some scared Ogre tribes, but I know in my heart that I will do everything to prove my mother's legacy wrong. I am a Starr. |
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