《The Order of Sekhmet》Pilgrimage: Goodbye, the world as I knew it
Advertisement
One week after we caught the Vice Representative’s attention, we were to embark on our journey. Only I knew that it was going to be one with no return. My mother made sure I remained silent. But to be honest, though, after the incident on that evening, I had pretty much forgotten everything already. Instead, I was enjoying life to the fullest again, playing in the streets with my friends. What can you expect from a 6-year-old boy?
During the days until then, my mother had stopped accepting clients and locked herself up in the little cabin next to our house, distilling and compounding dozens of tinctures and powders. People were starting to get worried, but they didn't dare approach my father.
You’re probably asking why mother forced me to remain silent. Wouldn’t it be better if everybody knew and we would be saved? Well, fuck, you guys are right. Looking back, however, they knew that Hawthorn knew what was going on, but even he was in no position to change the situation. And the Vice Representative, upon seeing me, decided to teach my parents a lesson. Nobody questioned her choices.
On the day of the Pilgrimage, we were made to wear really showy white robes. The sleeves were so wide, you could fit another person inside. And the robe was so long, we kept stumbling over it. Every child was allowed to bring a bag with them. While my friends all carried their favorite stuffed toy, sweets, and other things a child of their age would want to have, my mother stuffed my bag with small pillows containing medicine upon medicine. In addition, she handed over a stuffed animal that had several small vials of tinctures sewn inside.
While my mother may be incredibly talented with brewing concoctions, she was a terrible seamstress. Looking at the piece of fluff, I recognized that she intended to create a hen. Its face was created with the help of buttons and awkward long stitches. Looking at me with a suffering gaze, it was begging for me to put it out of its misery. The vials, which have been well-insulated, were the only things that really kept the neck upright and the body somewhat plump. It's actually sad that I never was able to keep it. I really would have loved to show it to you guys.
Advertisement
“Listen, Rowan.” Mother looked at me sternly after she gave me the sad hen. Her gaze was so tense, she could have turned plants to stone. “Under no circumstances must you reveal that you have these herbs. Do you understand?”
I nodded. Back then I was more scared of being found out by mother and then spanked until my butt was sore. She grasped my left arm so tightly, it felt as if my bones would snap any moment. Even though I still hadn’t fully grasped the graveness of my situation, it felt very grave indeed.
“They will take you to a faraway place. When you get there, do not attract attention, do not kick a fuss.”
Again, I nodded. Mother, let go of me already, I can hear people singing and dancing in the streets! They are waiting for me! I wasn't in the mood to feel grave at all.
“The people there will make you eat things that are not good for you. But this is why I put medicine into this little hen.” She pointed at the abomination that she had sewn together.
“Every evening, before going to bed, you need to drink the medicine that's inside, alright? Two drops are enough. Don’t share with anybody else, neither with Lilly nor the other boys. Do you understand?”
Yes, mother. Now, let me go. But obviously, she wasn’t done yet. Looking out the window, I saw a big mule-drawn carriage arrive, surrounded by a huge flock of cheering people. They were singing and throwing flowers all over.
“If you have the chance, then use it to escape. Come back to us. We will wait for you.” Her eyes watered up as she swallowed down her tears. Having already forgotten where I would be heading, I gave her a puzzled look. She hugged me tightly. “We love you so much, Rowan. We love you.” Finally, she let go.
Advertisement
“Rowan! Rowan!” I heard Valerian calling me outside. My friends were waiting for me. Hearing their voices, everything that I had been told a moment ago slipped into the farthest point in my mind. All I wanted to do is have fun with my friends. Taking the bag and pushing my stuffed hen inside, I dashed outside with a bright smile and boarded the carriage. I was the last to join the party.
Everybody was already there, talking and waving furiously at the chanting crowd accompanying us. I waved as well when I noticed that we were being accompanied not only by the Vice Representative but by four guards. They were wearing black, so I didn’t know what Order they were from. What was most striking, however, was that their skin had the same tan as my father and the same blue eyes.
This appeared unusual to me. You see, I had always believed that my father was a descendant of a Celestial, but watered down over the generations. Nothing really special, since there were many who had similar light brown skin and were of a similar heritage. But these people seemed uniform as if they were brothers and sisters. Especially the combination with those blue eyes. I gazed at them, wondering what hair color they may have had. After all, they were all bald.
Every one of them carried two blades with white hilts and blood-red tassels. The steeds on which they rode were as black as their robes. And, by Nu, they were incredibly muscular. They stood in stark contrast to the ee-awing mules that were pulling our carriage.
The Vice Representative herself rode on a golden chariot pulled by two winged lionesses. Their white wings were wrapped around their bodies. If I hadn't seen a winged lion before, I would have thought they were wearing white-feathered blankets.
Ushering them forward, the Vice Representative moved to one of the guards and spoke, “I will travel ahead and make way for the Pilgrimage. Keep the children safe.” With these words, the lionesses unfolded their wings and took to the sky, heading south. Shortly thereafter, the practitioner in charge of our carriage led us out of town, following the speck in the sky.
Advertisement
- In Serial55 Chapters
Spirit Reincarnation
Beings of unimaginable power exist within our universe. Only few mortals reach the path of immortality and gain that 'unimaginable' power. "Sometimes these powers can come at a price" As much as there are gods, there are also deities who use their power for evil. They are beings who have the power to instantly change the shape of a star, bend the matter in a black hole or absorb the energy from a sun. These beings are what the Old Gods call immortals. The Universal Primordial’s children and the new generation of gods...I, Clyde Astley was born into a world where gods are much more active than in my previous life. I’ll use the power I was given to protect the ones I love. I won’t make the same mistakes I made when I became a NEET in my previous world and lost the love of my family. “End this suffering that will fall upon this world.” “You may be talented but don’t get conceited. It is only potential in the end.”“Do not accept their offer…”“I lost my emotions after watching the person I love die, countless times.” This world will suffer all for the sake of a certain someone’s goal. -
8 322 - End276 Chapters
Kill the Hero
In a game-like world where dungeons appear, monsters appear, and players appear. In that world, only I knew the truth. “Let’s save the world together. Let’s put an end to this game.” The secret that the man who’s idolized as the “Messiah who will save the world” is actually trying to rule it as its emperor. Only I, who experienced his betrayal. I, who was murdered by him and returned to the past, knows the truth.
8 2221 - In Serial27 Chapters
Again from Scratch Saga: Izmittor Unchained
If someone precious to you needed your help, would you extend it? Would you still do it if it costs you your peace and perhaps even your life? For Tercius, a man mysteriously reborn nearly thirteen years ago, there was only one answer to both questions. Feeling compelled, he sets out to journey to the northern Sogea and its infamous Western Izmittor mountain range, a natural stronghold of sky tearing mountains and deep canyons. Legends about the place abounded, but he knew without a doubt that the hidden valleys, rushing rivers, thick forests, and desolate landscapes hid powerful predators, the likes of which stalk the harsh terrains for an easy source of meat and bones. The many natural dangers of Western Izmittor would be hard enough to navigate safely for a lone traveler, but to make matters worse Tercius had enemies in the heights of Western Izmittor, humans and spirits who would see him dead if they ever learned of his true connection to the Pyramid of Tergaron and the Society of the Magi. To make things even more difficult, he also had to ensure that the true extent of his own Innate Skills remained hidden, for if the prying eyes of the world fell on him and his many secrets came to light, then he would never again know a day of peace. Can one reborn man manage to keep his secrets and still succeed in doing what his conscience compels him to? Will he have to choose one over the other? And can he do any of it without reigniting the sparks of a planetary war the likes of which had not been seen in millennia? Follow Tercius’ story and find out! *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** This story is a continuation of Again from Scratch, a story of mine also posted on RR. Reading it is NOT necessary to read this story, but for anyone who wants to get a little bit more background, here is a link: https://www.royalroad.com/fiction/38803/again-from-scratch Again from Scratch was my first journey into writing and I have taken all I learned from that and started writing Again from Scratch Saga, a continuation that is almost stand alone. Changes in certain phrases and words between the two are edits made because of the rewrite plans I have for the old story. The story is available here, on RR, on Webnovel, and on Scribble Hub.The cover was taken from PublicDomainPictures.net and made by one Nona Lohr
8 121 - In Serial61 Chapters
Phantom Path
Knowledge, mysteries, and power. A group of youngsters are summoned by a figure titled "The Overseer", a mysterious man who strips them of their normal lives as teenagers. Inside his castle, gleamed by the brilliance of countless stars that dance around it as they flow in the cosmos, he sets them on a quest with these words: "You've been invited to a world, not of your own. Why? With this opportunity that I've given to you, that is a reason you will seek for yourselves. Only when you've found knowledge will you find the truth. May your journey bring good fortune, children of another world" To this world with his grand words, now will they confront their new challenges ahead, in a world filled with magic, unique personalities that share this world of fantasy, and many questions and obstacles that lie ahead. As beginners of a journey that was set upon like destiny. Into the new world.
8 77 - In Serial13 Chapters
love stories
I'm turning every episode into a romance#chenry➡️➡️➡️See my other book⬅️
8 142 - In Serial42 Chapters
Unearth The Shadows
Fantasy novel | gay romance sub-plot| poc main character. An heir to a monarchy threatened by a popular revolution forges an alliance with an amnesiac man with forgotten links to the rebellion. • • •Heron, Monarch-in-Prospect of Ceres, lost his mother to an icy storm. Two years later he still battles with the grief. The storm is back. And Heron finds a man trapped unconscious in the middle of the cold winds. His vital signs are odd and the only thing he remembers is his name : Davir.Heron provides Davir with medical care and finds in the stranger the opportunity to have a pawn in the royal guard. An alibi to buy himself liberty from the control of the ruling council of the capital. An indebted man is a man easy to persuade, and Davir acts as intended. As a popular rebellion against the Monarchy festers in the capital, Heron's new-found liberty soon leads him to cross paths with the rebels. An unsettling discovery comes to the surface: he'd been lied to about the death of his mother by the ruling council. Suspicious that he's, too, a pawn trapped in a tangle of political interests he cares little for, Heron is determined to get to the bottom of the secrets kept from him. Davir's military abilities could be of great help. Davir, too, needs Heron's ressources to discover his forgotten identity. An alliance between the two is then formed. But the clues leading to Davir's past point toward where they shouldn't : the rebellion and dark, sinful, supernatural arts of soul eaters.____________________________________©Copyright A. Gonçalo. All rights reserved.
8 102

