Chimera, Chapter 1

They say that journaling is a quality channel for your thoughts. I have been mass journaling these past two weeks, both for personal and professional (I’ll tout this blog as a side job for me) reasons.

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For my first story I will write a story around the themes of true love and soulmates. I know it sounds very juvenile. I assure you it is a lifelong dilemma and affects everyone and I will try to be very sophisticated with the message.

It is not coincidental that I just got out of a relationship. Deep sigh. I suppose I needed an outlet for all the thoughts surrounding my break up, that if I could learn the logic of it, I could understand and move on.

So onward we go…

I’m unsure about the characters and their culture and therefore societal practices. I don’t know their names. But I do know the general idea and the title says it all: Chimera

Premise

When mates are gifted to each person’s soul at birth, people spend their whole lives searching for The One. What happens when one person contains two souls?

I’m posting only an excerpt because 1. that’s all I’ve got written down so far and 2. I’ll put the complete chapter on my FictionPress account as it’s a better medium for a lengthy read.

Chapter 1

 

“Can we go see your grandmother? My belly hurts and I’d like for her to look at them.”

“Why? Are you bleeding?”

“No, no, it just hurts. It feels tight, like cramps.”

Jodoe looked at his wife and wanted to chase the worry away. She was rubbing her small stomach in rapid strokes. He feared she would scratch herself soon enough and as her husband, he couldn’t allow that. As her soulmate, any harm that came to her would harm him, especially if it was self-inflicted. Everyone would see it as the gods bringing displeasure to their household for their unharmonious love.

He brought her a blanket and sandals. His wife rejected the blanket and quickly slipped on the shoes and made for the door.

It was a quick walk to his family’s homes. They were the reigning family for decades. They were the powerful Cases and they have been responsible for the wellbeing of the village for years. People came to them to solve problems. They brought everyone together if the problem stemmed beyond the brain power of the family and the villagers respected them. If a man injured another with intent, it was the Cases who brought down the hand of justice down upon the convicted. If the river flow was reaching dangerous heights, the family gathered the villagers and delegated tasks to manage the water. And everyone listened without hesitation. To all, the hierarchy went from the gods to Cases to man and then woman.

And so the family lived in a secluded area of the village. His siblings lived with their spouses in homes only a stone’s throw away. If he needed help in an emergency, he could count the immediate support. His grandmother, the village healer, moved from the outer edge of the mall to a lodge much closer to the home Jodoe shared with his wife after their expectant announcement. The protection of the Case lineage was of upmost important and the villagers were wont to remember even as they had to trek a little farther and have less privacy to seek help from their healer.

Arriving at the door to the house of his sister, he called out is entrance. “Omochi, where are you? Can you help us?”

He brushed aside the hanging vines to enter and saw his sister seated on the floor, preparing food. Cahee stopped her chopping when she looked up and her eyes gravitated to his wife’s stomach and concern etched onto her face. Immediately she stood and said, “I’ll get grandmother,” but by then Omochi was already toddling out of her room in the back.

Omochi was short and round, like most of the elderly, with the exception of her hands. While many had hard callouses and cracked with deep set lines from hard work outdoors, this old woman had hands that were soft like cloth. She made sure to take great care of her hands as for years they were responsible for the health of so many folks. Those hands delivered babies, wiped away blood and closed wounds, and picked special herbs to cure an illness. Her hands showcased the rarity of her.

When Omochi entered the room, her slow steps went into a full stop. “I knew something bad would happen today. My right eye was twitching.”

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