ASPECT: Wonder Woman Pt. 2

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Amidst the madness of the crowd stood a woman.

Until recently, her name had been Sara, a healer from the outer provinces of Brigantes. She did not recall how she found herself to be here, in the centre of the kingdom, yet her eyes were drawn to the figure who stood before her. The tattered and bloodied king, Tiberis swayed upon the podium, his body barely holding him, his mind barely present through the pain of his injuries. Around him, his people cheered and bowed before him, won over by the power of his words and actions. She watched as those who had only recently stood against Tiberis’ madness now knelt before him in godlike worship and bellowed his name as if it were forged in the sun. They were lost, it seemed, their previous thoughts shifted, moulded by Tiberis’ own and the woman who had once been called Sara wondered what dread power was capable of such a thing.

In time, Tiberis’ most trusted remaining lieutenants came and carried him upon their shoulder, through the braying crowds and through the gates of his keep. The doors were slammed shut behind them as the crowd beat upon its timbers and pleaded for their king to return, as if spurned lovers. Amidst this hysteria, the woman still stood, yet she did not weep, nor moan. Her eyes rose up to the great Western tower of the keep, for she knew that this was where Tiberis would be taken, as this was where his chambers lay. How she came to know this, she was not sure, just as she was uncertain how she found herself able to enter the keep itself.

The guards succumbed to her every word, her slightest gesture and allowed her entry through the gates, while all around her screamed and hollered their rejection. She knew not how she was able to walk the halls so freely with none batting an eyelid and, in truth, she knew not what her true purpose would be once she came upon the king. Yet, once the door to his chamber stood before her, she did not hesitate and entered freely, like a ghost, gliding across the floor toward the great bed where Tiberis lay.

“Nurse maid?” He lay on the bed, his eyes closed to the roof above him. His voice cracked, now as wearied as the rest of his body. “Remove what remains of this hollow costume and dress my wounds.”

She saw the bowl of hot water next to his bed, great handfuls of healing herbs placed within; Arnica, Goldenrod, the thick, oil of Aloe Vera floating upon its surface. Besides the steaming bowl were strips of cloth, bandages and she picked one up and felt its fibres between her fingers. She placed it within the herbal water and allowed it to soak before placing it on the temple of the king, dabbing it gently, then lowering it and stretching it across his eyes, obscuring his sight like a blindfold.

“What are you doing, woman?” The king sighed, his mind slowly fading into unconsciousness, “It is not my eyes which ail me.”

She moved her hands across the dried blood that stained his chest and down across his stomach before unbuckling the belt which held around his waist. She pulled it clear and removed his bloodied leggings and boots. The king groaned as she moved his legs and hips yet fell silent when she suddenly lifted her self upon the bed and straddled his form. She lifted up her skirts and slid her hand, firm between his legs. The king groaned, a different sound this time before raising his hand to lift his moistened blindfold. She grabbed his hands to stop him and placed them upon her thighs before reaching back down and placing him inside her. She felt a quiver, part disgust, part pleasure writhe through her and the Tiberis laughed, a laugh filled with pain and madness.

“Why, nurse maiden, you do have the most interesting bedside manner.” He bellowed as he thrust his hips, the violence of his motion matching the intent of the man himself. For her part, the woman who had once been Sara rode out his fury, her face emotionless, her body unresponsive until the king was spent and lay, motionless below her. Finally, the weight of his wounds, coupled with his copulations had rendered him unconscious and using the moment, she lifted herself from him. Tiberis lay naked on the bed before her, in an absolute state of vulnerability. If she did not know of what he was capable, he would almost have looked beautiful. Yet she did know him and for a moment her mind flashed to grabbing the great sword, Tartarus and ending his madness before it stained the world.

But she did not. She knew that this was not the way. Fate would play its hand and she would play her part also.

Fixing her skirts, she left the chamber and just as she had gained entry, found her path from the keep unfettered by guard and townsman alike. She walked from the centre of Brigantes, out into the woods beyond where the woman once know as Sara had lived until this past day. She began to run, through the thick undergrowth of the forest, pushing herself from tree to tree as an unyielding sadness, a great sob built up within her. Finally, seeking release, the tears burst free, a sickening wail accompanying them as she fell to her knees and remembered who she was and what she had done. For many a long moment, the tears came unabated, the pain in her chest threatening to engulf her when she became aware of a light before her. Her eyes took a moment to adjust as she saw its trail move from her own body out in to wood before her. Its luminous form began to move her, taking its shape from that of woman.

“Do not hate me, my child.” It said, its voice filling Saras’ mind and soul, “What has transpired here today is most necessary.”

Her eyes adjusted, Sara suddenly saw the light for what it truly was. She recognized the godly visage before her and as the breath stuck in her throat, she managed to whisper the name;

“Gaea.”

“You have the soul of a healer, Child. Trust in that soul in the years to come. Trust in fate. Trust in your Goddess.”

And she was gone.

As quickly as the light had formed, it disappeared, drawn back into the earth around her. The flowers about the clearing flourished and the grass flushed a brilliant green. Yet the figure was no more and all that remained was the confused, bewildered form of a woman.

She was Sara once more.

Yet… more.

For now, she carried within her the seed of Tiberis.

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