Sol Sisters

Sol Sisters

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Ashes, smoke, flames, blazing heat, light… fire. Many would say that fire is the cause of destruction in the world. The ashes that suffocate us when everything falls to the ground. The smoke that covers the air into darkness and smothers our breath as all chaos unfolds. The flames that rise to the heavens and bring down homes to the ground, burning the flesh of animals and humans.
Some would say that fire is the symbol of guidance and comfort in the world. The light that guides us home when lost in darkness. The heat that keeps us warm from the cold.

But no one has ever said that fire could give birth to life. Two little creatures of fire born from the heat of the sun. Heads full of blazing red curls. Eyes lit of whole rubies. Skin kissed from the sun yet shimmers of the metal bronze. Born of such intense beauty. Bearers of incredible powers, yet dangerous to uncover the secrets of those powers within. Identical little offspring that were born on the same day but born in two different worlds. Never to know that they were sisters… Until now…
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Summary

Ashes, smoke, flames, blazing heat, light… fire. Many would say that fire is the cause of destruction in the world. The ashes that suffocate us when everything falls to the ground. The smoke that covers the air into darkness and smothers our breath as all chaos unfolds. The flames that rise to the heavens and bring down homes to the ground, burning the flesh of animals and humans.
Some would say that fire is the symbol of guidance and comfort in the world. The light that guides us home when lost in darkness. The heat that keeps us warm from the cold.

But no one has ever said that fire could give birth to life. Two little creatures of fire born from the heat of the sun. Heads full of blazing red curls. Eyes lit of whole rubies. Skin kissed from the sun yet shimmers of the metal bronze. Born of such intense beauty. Bearers of incredible powers, yet dangerous to uncover the secrets of those powers within. Identical little offspring that were born on the same day but born in two different worlds. Never to know that they were sisters… Until now…

Chapter1 (v.1) - Topaz

Author Chapter Note

Topaz is a first time mother of twins and wife of Lord Brighton of Metagore. Though, she is already having a difficult time with motherhood... And the children aren't even born yet!

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: June 06, 2016

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My breaths were ragged as I took each step down the stairs. Beads of sweat rolled down my forehead as I tried to concentrate on not falling down to my doom. The only view I could get from below me was my bulging round tummy covered by the dark red gown I had worn for today. It was hard enough for me to look graceful as the Lord of Metagore’s wife. It was even harder being that status while I was carrying two of his heirs in my body. I am 7 months to be exact and already looked like I was ready to birth these two little demons. But no, not yet. I had to keep these children in as long as possible for full term. I was determined to do that… As long as I did not fall to cause a single contraction. Twins always kicking and pressing up against my spine whenever I decide to move. The very thought of that happening right now as I am going down the steps carefully made me cringe with fear.

It was very hard work to be a first time mother of twins and the Lady of Metagore. Of course, Brighton had always told me to take one step at a time in life. Well, I was at this very moment. Though, all of the servants have been on my tail since the day we announced that I was carrying twins. All the worry and stress over me always made me a little uneasy. Even Brighton gets worried often whenever I am on my own looking so pregnant and helpless that he wants to stay by my side. But I have told him that he had duties other than watching his pregnant wife the whole time. I get very irritated when my lady-in-waiting exclaims all of a sudden to watch out and cause me to stumble a little bit. 

My eyes widened as the thought ran through my head. That reminds me… Where the devil is that woman right now to help me?! Different creatures of Metagore walked all over the castle, bustling with chores and chatter as I just stood there watching in desperation. Even my little fire imps were busy with chores of their own, keeping the castle warm and toasty for me. I groaned in annoyance as I just waited for someone, just someone to appear in assistance. I was loved just as much as Brighton by the people of Metagore. No one ever gave me a cruel eye once. Everyone has always made sure I was well taken care of, especially when I carried the children of Brighton. No one ever failed that mission before, but today, I was second guessing them.

My legs started to tremble as I stood on the tenth to last step of the stair case. I breathed in slowly as I tried to take another step down. I held on tightly to the rail as I focused hard on my footing, trying to find the next surface. Damn, why was being pregnant so hard?! My hair began to flame a bit at my building frustration over the matter of these ridiculous steps. I clenched my jaw as I found the next step and then took another. Sweat rolled off from my chin and down to my bulging tummy. I was nearly there when one of my tired legs buckled on me. I gasped as all I could think was the end of me and my children.

This was it. I will be known as the fool wife of Lord Brighton who was stupid enough to go down the stairs pregnant with twins when she could barely keep balance! I am such a fool indeed. The fall seemed like forever in the moment. I dreaded for the impact until suddenly two hands caught me from behind. My eyes were sealed shut, terrified to see if I was alive or dead. My hands shook violently as I tried to place them on something or someone. I knew my hair was blazing fire with fear, that was a given. I did not even know I had held my breath the entire time. The whole room was very silent, no footsteps, no chatter, no rustle of coats and dresses. Just silence. A small whimper came from my mouth to break the silence.

  “Topaz, my love, what the hell were you thinking? Putting yourself and our babies in danger?” I knew that voice by heart. He sounded very frightened yet gentle as he spoke to me. I slowly opened my eyes to peer at my beautiful husband. His face full of worry and anger that I had done such a thing, bright blue eyes almost seemed to be glowing. He still held me firmly in the dipping position from a dance choreographed on the stairs, his white hair falling down a bit on his shoulders. 

  I managed to speak, my voice a bit hoarse from the shock. “I am sorry, my Lord. It will not happen again...”

For a moment, Brighton’s eyes were hard on mine. I could tell he was searching hard for the truth. I meant what I said, honestly. Then within seconds he carried me down the steps like I weighed nothing and placed me down on the ground. He brought me into a sudden embrace, I savored his nearness. I embraced him back, not wanting the moment to go away. But of course, we had an audience with us. 

We broke our embrace, his eyes looking down at me then my huge tummy. Brighton placed his strong hands on my tummy, kneeling before me and kissed it tenderly. I could not help but smile at him as he did that. My hands hovered over his as he stood up and looked authoritively at the servants who just stood there gawking at us. 

His voice was demanding and cold, “Lady Topaz should not have been on those steps alone! She is supposed to acquire assistance at all time while she is bearing any child of mine. I'm very disappointed right now. She could have very well died on those steps!” He said enough to make the servants beg for forgiveness and promise to be more sharp to take care of me. I did not mind to be assisted, but I was embarrassed by the attention and scene I had caused. 

“You did not need to do that, Brighton.” I whispered in his ear, my cheeks colored red.

“Of course I needed to. You are my life and love. I can't just stand on the sidelines always worried about your health.” His voice low with determination. 

“I know you are worried, but I think I can manage.” I said in annoyance, arching a brow at him. I crossed my arms against my chest to make my point.

He gave me a face that I should have seen coming. Sighing, he said, “Darling… You nearly fell to your death on the stairs. That's all it took for you to be in harm’s way.” He ended with a wave of his hands. I groaned in defeat as he lead me to the dining area. 

 

Later that night, I stroked Brighton's long white hair as he laid his head on my lap. He wore nothing but the sheets covering his manhood. He brushed his fingers across my very pregnant tummy as I hummed a song. It always tickled me that Brighton could still wrap his arms around me with my tummy in his way. Sometimes he would just lie all over my tummy as he tries to get comfortable. I laugh each time he would perform his love making to me, he would laugh as well.

The moment we shared was beautiful in my eyes. Even though I am not as sexually active right now, Brighton still gives me the gentlest pleasure I need. My naked chest heaved heavily as I took a deep breath in awe. I had always loved playing with my husband's hair. Sometimes, he would get a bit annoyed but let's me play with his hair anyway. It was one of the things Brighton knew that would make me happy. 

As I sighed in content still stroking my husband's head, Brighton's body suddenly flinched on the bed. My eyes popped open within a second. 

“My love, what is the matter?” Narrowing my eyes at him as he placed his head on my tummy.

“Not to worry, Topaz. I just felt the little tikes go at it.” He chuckled.

"Then why get closer to the chaos they are causing?” I asked in curiosity.

“Because, it makes me happy to not miss a moment like our children moving inside you. It's quite a magical time, isn't it?” He gave me a wink.

I could not help but grin. “Yes, I suppose you are right. Though these demons will not give their mother a break.” I said humorously tapping at my tummy in a motherly way. 

The first time I felt a kick from one of the babies, I almost thought there was a monster inside of me. But the midwife laughed and told me it was just one of the babies trying to get comfortable. I still look back at my fifth month humorous but a time of discovery. I still do not know much of motherhood but I will learn soon enough.

“They're just trying to say hi. Nothing to it.” Brighton joked, rubbing a hand on one of the moving babies behind my skin. It surprised me at first but then I relaxed. 

“Talk to me when you are a woman with a baby inside, then tell me how it feels.” I challenged playfully. 

He looked up at me with the same mischief in his eyes. “I will see if I can find a djinn to perform such magic.” He tapped my nose and gave me a tender kiss. How I love the man with all of my heart.  

There are days when I fear of the event that I will birth my children into this world. But I do feel excitement for that day I get to finally meet them. What will they look like, how will they act? Those are always the questions I ask myself. Maybe they will look like me or look more like Brighton, maybe look like a very interesting mixture of the two of us. Brighton thinks we are having a girl and a boy. I have never really thought of the genders the children will be, just knowing they are beautiful and healthy is enough for me.

They will know us by mother and father. Brighton's family is looking forward for the children to arrive. We already have many toys and clothing purchased by them. It is very helpful and sweet for their thought of us. But most of the time it pains me to know Brighton's family and not mine. What would I tell my children? Where are their grandparents, aunts and uncles? That has always bothered me, my children would not know my half of the family. Sometimes I wonder if I am the only one of my kind. I stopped looking after Brighton brought me to Metagore and made it my home once we were married. But now, I have those wonders again as I lay with my husband, embraced by his protective hold. It is very hard to know where I come from as I have made my own family and life.

I shrugged off the thought, needing to just relax and focus on the future ahead of me. Tomorrow will be a better day. Will it??



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