Mistress Of The Dark's Story
Prologue
In the nothingness, it is neither dark nor light, there is no smell, no sound, no feeling. You can not see, you can not think, you do not breath. You are not aware of who you are, where you are, you are not even aware that you are there. You are not alive and you are not dead. You have no body, nor any type of spirit. You are simply nothing. It is hard to picture nothing because no one has ever seen it. Many of you will probably picture just blackness or some will think of whiteness and think its nothingness. But if you stop and think for a min, you will realize, no one will ever be able to picture nothingness because it is simply nothing. However, you once existed in nothingness before you were born and you will return to nothingness when you die. And so you will find out once again what nothingness is. However if again you think for a moment, you will realize you won't find out cause there is nothing to find out, and if you return there, you too will become nothing.
And so we begin our story in nothingness. From here a spark of life starts. How this life started is unknown, it just simply happened. This life form is not aware though, it does not think, it just simply does what it does. Over time it grows and forms a brain and a body. After a longer period it becomes aware of itself, but it still doesn't know where it is or what it is. It doesn't even realize it is growing or that it is aware. But yet its still alive. Nine months pass.....
Chapter 1
It was a cold and dark night. You could feel the coldness as the wind blew through your clothing, through your skin to your bones. The moon was bright and redish in colour. As storm clouds quickly rolled in over the stars, a storm started to form. The lightning could be seen flashing for miles and the sound of thunder could be heard.
Deep in the forest, there stood an old tower. Inside, screams could be heard by a lovely young lady who was giving birth for the very first time. The young lady had long brown hair, blue eyes and milky white skin. She was dressed in a sensuous, silky white dress. Her body was covered in sweat, her hair was clinging to the side of her face. She was in such agony, such pain and she knew she would not live. As the midwife helped her give birth, the Warlord stood by the fireplace, waiting. He was hopping for a son, but a daughter would be just as fine. Finally with a last scream from the women, the baby came out. The midwife quickly woke the baby who started to cry. The Warlord turned around, picked up the baby in his arms. She had brown eyes, milky white skin like her mother. She was a beatiful baby. He looked at the women on the bed and was about to say something, but she was dead. Her dress, the bed and her lower body were covered in blood. He handed the baby to the midwife and told her to get it ready for the trip back to the castle. Once she left the room, he knelt down beside the bed, picked up his mistress's limp hand and kissed it gently, tears running down his face. He was alone once again.
It was 12 months ago that he had found his mistress deep in the forest while he was hunting. The minute he saw her, he was transfixed by her beauty. She had long flown, brown hair. Her skin white and silky. Her eyes the deepest blue he had ever seen and when she spoke, her voice was like that of an angel singing. It was love at first sight for him, and he wanted her to be his. He offered her gold, he offered her silver, but she would not take them. And so he took her and bound her, with ropes tied around her and threw her in his tower. There she would stay, and everyday the Warlord would visit her. He would talk, but she ignored him. Until finally one day she said she would do as he wanted if he would leave the animals alone, and so he agreed. That night, he had sex with her. It was unlike anything else he had ever had. And when they were done, he left to his castle where he set out for hunting once more.
He was a tall man, with long dark hair, green eyes and tanned skin. Rich was his castle, he lacked for nothing, and killing was his plan. He wore black and silver armor. He had a long black cape and a black stallion for a horse. He ruled the lands with an iron fist and all those around, feared him. Not only was he rich and knew how to use many weapons, but he also knew the secret of magic. His powers were great and often he would use them to destroy entire villages merely for enjoyment. He enjoyed his power and he enjoyed having power over people, both mentally and physically. He enjoyed watching people in pain and he enjoyed inflicting that pain. However, there was always one thing he had never conquered, and that was love. He had never loved anyone before, nor did anyone ever love him. He had many women but none did he love and in the end, when he got tired of them, he would simply kill them or sometimes he would give them to his loyal guards who would have their way with them until they died.
Now, in this tower, his mistress's dead body on the bed, her limp hand in his. He had loved her with all his heart, but she did not love him. Because of his love for her, he treated her differently from his other women. He would talk to her, treat her like an equal, and he had sex with her only once. But she in turn ignored him, and looked down on him and she did not enjoy the sex with him. And although this had always angered him, he loved her to much to punish her. He had locked her in this tower, visiting her almost everyday, hoping she would fall in love with him, but deep inside, he knew it would never happen. And now, any hope of it ever happening was gone. She was dead. His one and only love, gone, forever. He finally realized his mistake.
To make up for it, he would have a temple built where her body would be laid to rest. And everyday, he would have white roses placed there for her. For miles around this temple, there would be no hunting allowed. Her temple would be in the most beatiful garden in all the lands.
Back at this castle the Warlord sat in his throne. His new born baby in the arms of the midwife sitting at his side. He looked at her and said "Mave, I name her after her mother." The midwife noded her head and smiled looking down at the baby.
Chapter 2
