The NamingA Chapter by Kaitlin W. BlaylockFinally, our characters have names!
Dumbfounded, the girl followed her orb. They walked for about two miles before coming upon a waterfall, with a rounded basin from which she drank. She sat back on her haunches and stared at the orb, which she couldn’t fathom. Her magic had never been that strong, it shouldn’t exist, yet here it was: her guide. Realizing how awkward she must look, she turned away and faced the shallow pool of water before her. Her reflection had changed so much since the last time she saw it…about a year ago. “Oh, c’mon,” her brother had teased. “What, you scared of your own reflection? I don’t exactly blame you.”
“I’ll show you who’s ugly. Let’s go,” she claimed indignantly.
The mistress was out for the afternoon. She shouldn’t have been home for a few hours, so they walked in. Her brother uncovered the mirror, and the two of them stared, soaking in for the first time what others saw.
“Wow…I’m…pretty.” She’d whispered aloud. Her brother said nothing. They heard footfalls on the stairs.
“Run, boy, run. Don’t let her catch you! I’ll take the heat…GO!!!” she’d said fiercely. The ten year old ran for his life.
“You fool! How dare you skulk around MY castle and enter MY room to look in MY MIRROR!!!” the woman towered over her, shouting.
The girl cowered, protecting herself from the expected beating. Instead, she received hard kicks in the tender place between her ribs. She screamed and cried until the woman backed away. She ran back to the darkness and safety of her cell, below ground. She curled around her right side, where the woman had kicked her. At least she’d gotten what she was after, a glimpse of herself.
“Lorraina,” she whispered, staring into the water.
“What did you say?” asked the orb, wondering why she was acting so spooked.
“My name, it must be my name for I recall no other. Lorraina,” she breathed. After all those years lost in the dungeons of the Sorceress’s castle, the girl remembered her name, though nothing of her parents or home. She couldn’t even be sure if the boy were her blood-brother or if they’d become as close as siblings with no relation at all.
“Well, least one of us has a name,” the orb glowed with sarcasm.
“Oh, I’m sorry. I suppose you do need a name, don’t you?” mused Lorraina. “Well, what would you like to be called? I’m horrible with names, and it doesn’t feel right, the ignorant naming the enlightened.”
“You want me to choose?” the orb was spinning and glowing with delight. “Well now, there are so many to choose from…Bob, Charley, Aura of Jafar…what is an appropriate name for an orb created by magic through song? Something musical and magical, I suppose, well…what do you think?”
“I think you’re right, after all my song created the magic and the magic created you, so that makes sense,” she replied gingerly.
“Wait…what was the name of the song? That would be fitting,” he said excitedly.
“Oh, I don’t think it fits you. The song is “The Place Where They Cried,” and it’s about the death of the Old Ones,” she mourned.
“Well, I could take the name of the Old One who taught it to you,” he said hopefully.
“If you insist. Her name was Ohana, and it was taught to her by her father Yamagi. He was called Yama for short, and was believed to be a demon by some demented culture,” she informed him dourly.
“Yama…I like it. Call me Yama,” said the orb, and that was that.
© 2008 Kaitlin W. BlaylockAuthor's Note
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4 Reviews Added on October 23, 2008 Last Updated on November 4, 2008 Previous Versions AuthorKaitlin W. BlaylockCherokee, NCAboutI am a 21-yr-old graduate of Western Carolina University. I live with my Yorkie, Rose. Rose is very spoiled, and I call her my baby. I am pursuing a MA New Media Journalism degree, currently in the ap.. more..Writing
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