Sand Daughter: Part Two
Also by smurfafied1800
Lion and Lamb
Immi stared at her holder with dumb fright for seconds
that seemed like hours. The Usul's smile widened, yet her eyes kept the fearful
look. "The sands have awaited you," she said, shaking Immi's shoulder uncontrollably.
The Kacheek stared back at the elder with equal terror; she wasn't too comfortable
with insane pets. While thinking this Usul had a screw loose, she couldn't help
but feel that she was powerful in a way.
"Uh, l-look..." Immi stuttered, trying to shake
the Usul's paw off (which didn't work), "I don't think any sands are waiting
for me--" The fear in the old Usul's eyes quickly disappeared and she giggled
"Oooh, yes! The sands have awaited this day
with great eagerness!" she giggled, dragging Immi away. She briefly considered
calling for help, but none of the villagers seemed disturbed by the Usul's antics,
so she must've been harmless.
The Usul dragged her to a large tent and shoved
her in violently, closing the flap behind her and giggling all the more madly.
Immi sat where she'd been tossed, feeling extremely nervous. Beads ranging from
shades of green to red hung from the ceiling of the tent. The ground was decorated
with exotic and colourful mats, and in the corners of the tent many ornaments
sat. The Usul hurried past Immi, shoving her out of the middle of the room,
and grabbed a glass ball and a stand. She propped them up in the middle and
sat down next to them, humming (or in Immi's opinion, droning) loudly.
She stared up at Immi, grinning in an insane way.
"You will be swept away into the sands, by the
sands," she hummed, sliding her hands over the glass ball. "You will be like
the lion and the lamb with the sands." Immi gaped at her all the while. She
had no clue to why this psycho was talking about "sand and lions and lambs,
O my". The most she could utter from her clenched throat was, "Uh, yeah." Her
mind screamed, Get... away... from me... but she found herself immobile
- if she had attempted to leave, she had a feeling the crazed hag would just
come after her again, and her shoulder was already smarting. She managed a nervous,
false smile and waited for the Usul to cease ranting. Unfortunately for Immi,
she had a lot more to say.
"Destiny lies amongst the sands, for you are
one with the sands. Your ancestors both feared and embraced the sands, and the
lion of the sands." She let out another throaty giggle, and her eyes spun as
she matched Immi's gaze again, pausing for a moment, like a child awaiting a
treat for doing something special.
The silence was uncomfortable. "Um…" mumbled
Immi, about to make an excuse to leave, but the elderly lunatic interrupted
her again, eyeing the glass orb on its pedestal with spastic excitement she
could barely contain. "THE SANDS!!!"
Immi fell over with shock - the Usul's screeching
voice was almost ear rending. Wouldn't she shut up? 'Sands' is like the only
word in her vocabulary! Immi reflected snappishly. She wondered what the
villagers outside thought of the tent were thinking - it must have sounded like
she was being harassed or something, unless this was some kind of stupid let-the-crazy-woman-scare-the-foreigner
joke. The Kacheek struggled to get up from the mats she was lying on, only to
encounter the insane grin of her acquaintance. "Lady…are you…um…okay?" she managed.
She didn't care if it was slightly rude at this point - it was clearly obvious
from the start that the Usul had some kind of issues.
"'OKAY'? Child, I assure you I am more than
all right! The sands have called you to meeee!" She did a small pirouette, which
made Immi raise an eyebrow quizzically. She then kneeled over on the Kacheek,
so that they were face-to-face and Immi could smell her stenchy breath. "The
sands do odd things, you know."
"Yeah," Immi finally snapped back. "Like screw
with pets' BRAINS..."
She was interrupted once again with the Usul
squealed. "I betcha you don't know my name."
Even though this was a sudden change of topic,
Immi quickly retorted, "Sand." Much to her surprise, the Usul jumped up multiple
times. "You're so SMART!" She then regained her mystic attitude. "I have one
last thing to say before you leave into the sands."
"What?" Immi snapped irritably. "Sand" didn't
seem at all shaken by her attitude.
"Beware of the sand," she said, grinning once
again. "It will sweep you away by the moon." Immi groaned and left the tent,
hearing Sand shriek once again, "SAND!! EEE!!!" And she felt little pebbles
hitting her back as the Usul threw sand all over her.
Immi found the nearest shop as quickly as she
could and purchased some water and a loaf of dried bread with her few Neopoints.
The then walked through the sand (MAN, she hated thinking of the very WORD now)
and found a small clearing a little ways away from the village. If she hadn't
met the insane Sand, she probably would've stayed in town, but Immi didn't feel
exactly safe in the same providence with her.
Immi dug a small hole in the shade of some thin,
dead trees, and chugged down some of her water. The cool drink was like heaven
for her throat, despite the clods of sand that hadn't been filtered out of it.
Immi then took a chunk out of her bread and chewed happily, savouring the taste.
It was beginning to get dark - the boat HAD arrived around noon - so she curled
up in her small hole and slowly fell asleep. The intense heat had only gone
down a little at night, but it felt the same thanks to the humid air.
Lying down, Immi rolled up the back of her t-shirt
so that her fur and skin made contact with the slightly cooler sand below the
surface she had dug up. Feeling a little more comfortable, she gazed towards
the sun, making its slow journey through the dim sky before trading places with
the moon. Immi raised her right hand and checked her watch - seven thirty. She
knew that the FaerieSprite would return to Neopia Central again at nine
- something she'd noticed when first checking the cruise times before going
through with Farl's dare. Resting her hands behind her head, she decided that
she had time for a short nap - it would at least take her mind off the desert's
climate and her thoughts of Sand's psychotic words. Immi doubted she'd oversleep
and miss the boat - she'd slept while onboard after all.
With that in mind, she let her eyelids block
out the sunlight and allowed her tired body to release itself to slumber.
A while later, she was awakened by a sharp prodding
on her arm. Blinking, she had a second to glance down at her watch - quarter
to nine - before she was seized violently from behind and a rag was forced into
her mouth. Eyes wide with panic, all Immi could see was the rising moon in the
Beware…it will sweep you away by the moon…
Sand's words rang through her brain, but she
didn't know what the make of them. The instinct to get out of this situation
blared in the rapid beating of her frightened heart. Inhaling sharply through
her nose, Immi struggled to twist around. Despite the firm grip her captor had
on her upper arms, she managed to glimpse a countenance hidden by a burnoose
and loose scarf, covering the creature's mouth and shadowing its eyes.
"LET ME GO!" Immi screamed, or at least tried
to. What resulted was a string of incomprehensible mumbling and a throbbing
"Shut up," hissed her foe's rasping voice; it
was the sound of a male pet's deeper tones. Responding to her struggle, he hoisted
Immi over his shoulders. The Kacheek thrashed about helplessly, realizing that
he had bound her ankles and wrists while asleep. Immi's mind whirled in fear,
but she suddenly felt a rush of sedation as the scent of tangy, unfamiliar herbs
reached her nostrils. With one last look at the sand, starry sky, and sparse
trees she had lain under, the world fell away for her as her senses dulled to
She remembered this night. It was one she
wanted to forget, but she never could. It had been in the summer, years ago.
Immi had been six years old. She even vividly remembered the weather - hot,
moist air with hardly any wind.
Immi had been playing in the garden. Her father
had been playing hide-n'-seek with her. Immi remembered as she saw the tiny
cloud Kacheek looking around frantically, and being satisfied with a bush of
roses. She hid behind them, giggling at the thought of her daddy looking for
her, and was silent.
She waited for hours. Immi was patient for a
while, but then she curled up and took a long nap, still waiting for her father.
Daddy ALWAYS knew where to look for her... why was he taking so long? Immi finally
picked herself up, wiping off the sweat from her brow, and toddled out of the
rose bush. She walked through the maze garden she had memorized, calling out,
Immi rounded a corner and stopped instantly
as she beheld her father. The yellow Kacheek's usually kind face was twisted
in fear and pain. Immi walked up to her daddy; she didn't understand. Why was
he being so still? "Daddy?" she whispered. From all she could see, only one
thing seemed wrong with him: the small dart in his neck.
"Daddy," Immi whispered, shaking him gently.
"Wake up. You found me!" But her daddy wouldn't move. Immi finally realized
this. With trembling knees she stumbled back, tears streaming down her cheeks.
She didn't understand! Why wasn't he moving?!
Minutes later she was running through the forest.
Immi glanced back over her shoulder every now and then, seeing nothing but feeling
all the more terrified. She had seen her mother - the same thing had happened
A shadowy figure landed in front of her, laughing
cruelly. Immi stumbled back, and the figure advanced. It was one of about the
same size as her; probably a eight-year-old.
"I'm going to finish what my friend started
back at your house," he hissed, drawing out a dagger. Immi instantly felt the
knife penetrate her flesh and screamed out...
To be continued...