The darkness was all around, devoid of anything. Tajer shuddered, remembering this Void and wondering why she kept returning here. Since Jetamio's touch she had been plagued every time she slept...which unfortunately for her was more often.
A soft rustle in the darkness caught her attention but it was impossible to tell where from.
"Who's there?" Tajer demanded. Until now she had never sensed anyone else. A soft whisper came to her ears from everywhere at once, a voice like nothing she had ever heard.
"Anashti Sul."
The name meant nothing to Tajer. She said nothing, only watched as a shadow slowly began to take form into the shape of a woman. Eyes of an indeterminable colour, long black tresses woven with peacock feathers.
"And you... you are like no other." The being circled her slowly. "Neither mortal nor immortal...yet both. And not even a demi-god. How interesting."
"Who are you?"
"Anashti Sul." The being repeated. "The Prime Healer."
Tajer shook her head. "Last I knew that was Rodcet Nife."
The beings form shimmered lightly at the name, a faint sneer on her face which is quickly replaced by a pleading look.
"You must believe in me...help me return!"
Tajer tried to back away but the woman grabbed her hand, her ethereal eyes suddenly glowing bright green.
"No!" Tajer screamed as she sat bolt upright in bed. She looked around only to find herself in her room, holding her hand against her chest. Her hand was cold where the woman had touched her but there was no other sign of anything unusual. Her cat sat glaring at her from his perch for rudely awakening him. She took a deep breath to calm herself down and slow her racing heart.
It meant nothing surely. Just a manifestation of her conscious confusion about what she was now. At first she thought her Sanguine abilities would fade over time. Her hand prickled with pins and needles as blood filled it again. Her blood, made by her own body, not stolen from someone else to sustain her. Her monthly cycles had returned too, her hair and nails grew. There was no question in her mind that she was alive. But she was still as fast and strong as she had been, her hearing and vision still far surpassed that of a normal Tier'Dal.
Her only explanation as to why it had happened was that Jetamio had touched her; she had not drank from the Druid. Was she still Sanguine? Would the taste of blood send her on a feeding frenzy? Could her blood create another like it used to or could she create a child within her now? So many questions constantly plagued her, and Jetamio did not seem to know the answers either.
The Forgotten Goddess
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