August 7 update
Mamon had put all of her energy into training the girl in everything she would need to survive once her secrets were revealed. Often, though, she had gazed at the frail, quiet child and worried that she would not be strong enough for what lie ahead of her?
Amunet was long a silent one… At first they had thought she might be mute or could not hear, either of which would be a sorrowful, tragic flaw in
a world consumed with perfection? Amunet was neither, it turned out, just a very quiet but extremely perceptive soul silently absorbing the world around her. She said little, but felt much- sometimes too much? Often feeling the emotions of those around her, she preferred to be on her own, alone. Not a positive quality for one who would someday be put in a position of power and surrounded by conflicting, warring emotions at the highest levels.
Over the years, her Mother had forced her to be a part of the group within those walls of the Temple. Mamon had realized the girl’s fears, and her
hidden talent so had worked tirelessly to get her to the point where she could be comfortable with others, feel their emotions, yet still retain her own calm.
Amunet’s childhood had been one of seriousness and study with little time for frivolty or fun. She had not minded that because she of a serious
nature. She did on occasion have her day dreams and fantasies, for even as serious as she was- she still yearned at times for that mythical Prince who would carry her off and love only her? She kept those notions to herself thinking naught anyone else would understand. But, one day she stood gazing out to the ocean lost for a moment in that dream. Her Mother had come up aside her, hugged her close and whispered, “Ahhhh my little one, Someday you will have that dream, and yes it will be far away from here.” She stroked her daughter’s thick
dark hair, “Until then, You must work hard so that you are ready for that new life?”
Amunet rested her head against Mamon’s chest and sighed, “Ohhhh Mamon, tis but a childish dream, I would do nothing that would take me away from you, or the Temple, or this land of ours”
Mamon hugged her close, thinking to herself, “Sometimes, Dearest Daughter, destiny and fate step in to force us on the path we need to follow”
They stood together there for some time silently watching the ocean, feeling the breeze surround them. A moment of peace and togetherness. A tender memory that Amunet would hold forever dear, as soon after that, Mamon had started to fade ever so quickly.
The following weeks of her illness became the focus of everyone’s attention. From her bed Mamon still insisted to her aides and council members that there was still much to be done? Amunet had understood little of it at first, was overwhelmed and distraught that while her Mother was ill, she was being bothered by all of these people when she should be resting, gaining strength, getting better!
Finally, late one night after messengers, secretaries, priests and priestesses had left, her Mother had called for her- patted the space next to
her on bed, motioning for Amunet to join her. They wrapped around each other much as they had done when Amunet was tiny and frightened of the night storms. Mamon soothed her as she sobbed and tried to comfort her while gently telling the girl of her oncoming death, of the turbulent times past and ahead for Amunet.
At the end, Amunet had responded, rebelliously for what might have been the first time in her life! “NO! I will not go! I will not leave this
place, leave you and all that I hold dear to become but a pawn in this Nonsensical war, this treachorus game!”
Mamon summoned all of her fading energy, “YOU, My Daughter will do as you are told! I am still your Mother and you will do as I see fit for you now!” She knew it sounded cold and harsh but had to make Amunet understand the direness of the situation. “Nonsense? Game? You think this but a game, Do you?!”
Amunet cringed and shuddered at the sudden heated sparks flying throughout the room, she had never seen her Mother thus before? Mamon went on, “Why is it that youth think it all a game, until of course it all topples down upon them and their own?”
There was silence, the room grew dark and still. Amunet gasped in horror. She feared the worst, in her foolishness, she had caused her Mother’s
Mamon took a slight breath, her skin glowed softly like waxy candlelight, “No you have not killed me child, but, yes indeed you have been
foolishly selfish” she whispered now, though none the less forbidding and stern, “This is not about you and what you want! This is what is good for our people and our temple!”
Amunet hung her head, shamed that these limited precious moments with her Mother should have to be wasted with her Mother reminding her of what was important. Mamon continued her lecture, “You are right in one thing. This war is treachorus for all and has been a long time in the coming. We can only hope but to help shed peace with our moves?”
Thus that night, Amunet was schooled in the very serious game of the Thrones that all were playing right now, so much like a game of chess. Yes,
indeed she was a pawn, albiet a very important, powerful one which the Moon Temple needed to use to their advantage, along with the House of Dracon?
The house of Raven had suddenly chosen to use her as well… though they had no realization yet that she was not theirs to use?
Now, some months after Mamon’s passing, Amunet stood alone at her monument in front of the temple, weeping bittersweet tears sharing a
heartbreaking good bye to her Mother, her homeland, her youth, her childish dreams, and her freedom. Her Mother’s brothers now waited to take her to a new land? They would serve as her guards and her protectors. They were after all the only family she had here now, and she barely knew them?
Mamon’s brothers had come to claim her body as was the custom of the temple. When a priestess died, her physical body was returned to her family for them to worship and mourn. Her heart was removed and kept at the Temple Shrine as befitting- a Priestess’ heart is always forever with her temple. If a family should receive a loved one’s body with the heart still intact, much shame and disgrace would fall for that meant the woman had never truly been faithful or dedicated to her Temple!
Mamon’s heart rested in a high place of honor, no doubts ever that she had been a faithful and dedicated servant.
Her brothers had been called to the High council chambers and told of the precarious situation their niece and the temple were in. They had ever
always been loyaly to the Royal House and were now being entrusted to deliver their niece, a royal highness, to Fae Valley and release her only to Dracon Fae.
The older brother Hazzid, questioned this move, “Are you certain this is the wisest course of action? I am advised his land is full of turmoil now and with all of the factions vying for a crown, is this the safest time and course for her?” Hazzid was worried for his niece, and for the rest of his family as well. This was a huge risk they were taking? What if it back fired and blew up in front of them?!
The Temple assured him the safety of their family. “Bring them here, they will be safe behind these walls of nuetrality” The high Priestess calmly
added, “And if in case, you should not succeed in this mission, or per chance think to change sides? They will still be quite safe here!” She looked down at him from her seat on dias platform, “Pray take this serious warning, your family is being collected as we speak?!” With that he and his brother were dismissed and escorted out of the temple. Hazzid looked at his younger brother, “We dare not fail this mission my brother, you had best get your temper reigned in right now!”
The younger brother was hot headed, not keen on being told what to do, but right now he was well aware of the risks and consequences of this
situation. He silently prayed for guidance, and secretly looked forward to the adventure! Amit was young, adventurous, wanted to experience these other worlds everyone kept talking about?
They would travel down the river in secrecy, then at the ocean’s edge meet up with the official envoy headed for Fae Valley. Hazzid was not at all
comfortable with this game of subterfuge they played here. The slightest slip or mistake could prove deadly for them all? He felt sick at the instructions he had been given should anything go wrong… to kill the girl immediately sparing her any torture at the hands of an enemy. He knew that should it come to that, it would be the merciful, necessary thing to do, but the thought of it caused him to ensure nothing did go wrong?!
This whole plan just set him at unease? He had sat awake through many nights with Amit analyzing every detail, making sure there was not one loophole or breech in their walls of defense. In the end they were well prepared for anything but still uneasy as they boarded the ship with her Royal Highness Amunet of the House of Raven! Yes, that had been the High Priestess’ doing, her plan was to out wit him at his own game? Allow him to believe he had the upper hand, that they had turned the girl over to him to use as his own bargaining chip at the United Council?!
Amunet had been well schooled in this game as well- knowing full well the consequences should they fail at this? She bowed her head and easily slipped into the acquiescing, submissive, dim headed female to do her “New Father’s” bidding. She felt the cold chill of evil in him but also felt the knowing that as long as she went along with what ever his plans were, he would not harm her? He wanted her healthy and in one piece, after all it would do no good to offer up a half dead bride for auction, would it?! His whole plan depended on being able to use her as leverage marrying her off to who ever would make the best alliance for him. His intention was to gain power over Fae Valley and thus use that to gain control of the Desert Homeland. His brother thought the matter done and over with years ago? Raven stood on the deck staring out at the night, “Ohhh No, brother of mine, Not over by far, Only just begun again! You think you can walk away, build a new empire and not share it yet again? I do not think so!” Raven’s mind had never been quite right, but now it was at the point of bordering, edging towards total madness? His reasoning and rationals for his thoughts made little or no sense to anyone but him… He thought that gaining power and control would cure his demons, but really it just added to the swirling mess in his mind!
Now, he deemed himself the only rightful heir to any Dracon stronghold or colony, Fae Valley being one of those. His ire and anger at his
brother was fueled in part by the fact that while Dracon was the rightful heir to the Royal House, he had chosen rather to step aside, walk away leaving to the council of elders? He had insisted that Raven should prove himself worthy of the throne and the people? He chose not to rule, but would not allow Raven to rule either?