Spirits have such a unique perspective on things. Either we have had time to dwell on our last moments in silence and contemplation, and determine where we went wrong. Or, being truly stubborn about our situation, we become angry that we no longer have true impact upon the lives of mortals, immortals, gods, nor demons.
Sometimes, though, we simply watch. Waiting for an event that we had hoped in life would not occur, yet now looked likely to do so.
I have just such a problem at hand. My life wasn't so much taken as given. My time, though short, was well spent. But let me not get ahead of myself, nor my story.
You see, my name, in life, was Sarita, though there was a time when I went by another, that was the name given to me by my parents. It was also the name my master had decided to leave me with when he had taken me.
I had hoped that I could truly avoid coming back to this realm. It's not that I did not enjoy my life here. I had even reveled in my unlife. However, being a slave, I had made the mistake of getting with child, and as we all know, the child of a slave is a slave. When my master had gone into battle, and not returned, I knew that my situation and that of my child had become precarious.
Though he had granted me a privilege of making a request of him, and even promised that he would fulfill it, I now found myself realizing he would not be able to do so. He would not train her, nor would he find a master to purchase her who would be compassionate towards her. Her fate would be left to other whims who never would care for me nor her.
So it was that I fled. So it was that I found a woman who was a stranger to me, yet was willing to take another in. So it was that I gave birth to twins. One a boy. One a girl. So it was that I told her my story, and begged her to care for my children as if they were her own, before I fled into the night. And so it was that I was found, turned, and made new, and Daria came to be.
Yet fate has a way of bringing all things together in the end.
Sometimes, though, we simply watch. Waiting for an event that we had hoped in life would not occur, yet now looked likely to do so.
I have just such a problem at hand. My life wasn't so much taken as given. My time, though short, was well spent. But let me not get ahead of myself, nor my story.
You see, my name, in life, was Sarita, though there was a time when I went by another, that was the name given to me by my parents. It was also the name my master had decided to leave me with when he had taken me.
I had hoped that I could truly avoid coming back to this realm. It's not that I did not enjoy my life here. I had even reveled in my unlife. However, being a slave, I had made the mistake of getting with child, and as we all know, the child of a slave is a slave. When my master had gone into battle, and not returned, I knew that my situation and that of my child had become precarious.
Though he had granted me a privilege of making a request of him, and even promised that he would fulfill it, I now found myself realizing he would not be able to do so. He would not train her, nor would he find a master to purchase her who would be compassionate towards her. Her fate would be left to other whims who never would care for me nor her.
So it was that I fled. So it was that I found a woman who was a stranger to me, yet was willing to take another in. So it was that I gave birth to twins. One a boy. One a girl. So it was that I told her my story, and begged her to care for my children as if they were her own, before I fled into the night. And so it was that I was found, turned, and made new, and Daria came to be.
Yet fate has a way of bringing all things together in the end.