Rhiannon CH 2

Oh wait have i gone to far ahead in this story?Damn it all i have,must i all ways do this?Anyways this story is not all about m y life as an immortal bloodsucking leeche.That is near the end of my little memoir.Right now i will tell you of my childhood.My upbringing and the reason i absolutly abhor my disgusting father.Which will bring me to my childhood home in a comfortable part of a vast plain bordering two of the elemental countries of Air and Earth.Who have been at war with each other for far too many years than can be counted.Back then i wasnt a battle hardened and bitter woman like i am now.I was vulnerable,believing almost everything i was told.Didn't matter if it was right or it was wrong i believed it solely cause i knew nothing of lying.That wonderful thing that could make all things better or so it was made to seem.Any way i lived with my father,mother and the servents of the house.my father a cruel and calculating man,who saw people only as what they had in thier coinpurses.Was also the personal attendent to the king of the air.Which only brought him access to the royal treasurey where he could take all the wealth,or all his disgusting lying self could get away with.Also he was known as a infamous womanizer mostly because of his unworldly looks.As if an angel had taken human flesh.His genes were the only good things he has ever given to me.Since i did recieve my entrancing blue eyes form him,but keep in mind that is all he ever gave me.Due to his cheating ways my mother would weep at night while he "slept" around.Her beautiful body wasting away from her lack of eating.Which i still blame to this day to my bastard father.Everything else i gained from my mother.From my lithe and perfect curves to my angelic olive skin tone.Oh how i loved my mother from the way she would sing to me till i would drift off to sleep.Her voice like that of a midnoon breeze soothing to the ear.As it came out of he beautiful full rose pink lips as if from a goddess."Sleep my dear blessed one,for now the long battles won,no more blood to be shed,none we love will be dead,just sleep my love and one day,wake again in the forest of old".She sung an ancient hymn of the elven priestesses about the ancient homeland lost in an unknown cataclysm.Oh how i miss those peace filled days where i could lay in my mothers lap and hear her voice sing to me.As i drift off to sleep as i used to,but i must be boring you.You are probably reading this cause yuo thought it would be full of intrigue and betrayl. Patince little one we will get to that in due time but now i will go to my childhood home.
A statley mansion made of the finest marble in the earth country.Levitating above a deep lake thanks to my father prowess in the arts.Glowing runes decorated it like grass on the wide expansive plains.Most likely they kept the house from plumeting in to the lake drowning everyone inside.A large expanding porch jutted out of the front like a snaggled tooth.That came in way to snaggled for its own good.That is where my mother would spend her alone time brewing medical potions for the injured of the war.Also it was the only time she wasn't verbally abused by my horrible mockery of a father.So she rellished it along with when she sung to me,or so it seemed.Oh how i loved to learn of the healing properties of the herbs,and how they helped people.In those days i wanted to be a priestess to the goddess of beauty Aquaria who made all elves.Since i was half elf i was still a child of the goddess.Anyway lets get to some concieveable plot.
Today was a typical sunny day in the Plains of Purgatory.The sun watched over like an omnipotent eye threatining to rain divine judgement upon us,but i loved the sun.My mother was on her porch as she usually was.Mixing together a concoction into a red paste with her mortar and pestel.Her face in a serene expression,honey colored eyes gazing at her task.I watched with absolute fascination not even playing with the hem of my expensive blue silk dress.A habit i formed when i became bored which i so often did.She wistled an ancient battle anthem lost to most in the flow of time making the potion like a master."To promote clotting you mix this in to the potion"She said holding up a six leafed plant.Pink roots dangling from beneath it.I only nodded engrossed by everthing she said.As if she was a goddess and i was a devoted follower hanging on her every word."Do you understand my dear flower"She would ask after each explanation.The reason behind the nickname is Rihannon is an exotic flower known for its beauty.So she named me after the flower because as she said i was more beautiful than the flower."yes mother"i would answer still mesmerized by her everyword.Then she would return to her long lecturous teaching.Though this day would be different on many accords.My bastard of a father lumbered out of the house his usual regal robes covering his body.The stink of alchohol was on his breath as he staggered."i'm going out"he mummbled."to where?To sleep with more of your whores"My mother asked both angry and heartbroken."shut up you bitch"My father spat.Then i heard a loud smack as my father back handed my mother.Leaving a red hand print on her face.Tears began to form in her eyes,and i was frozen in shock and fear."learn your place"He barked before walking off.My mother fell into a heap of tear on the floor,tenderly holding her cheek.I did the only thing i could think of with the mind of someone eight years into life.Held her in my embrace joining her heartbroken weeping.Though why she cryed for that monster in a mans flesh i will never understand.Reason being all he did all day was sleep around with the whores of the street and lumber back.Drunk expecting to be fed.Sometimes he seemed worse than an infirm child,and i hated the way he would curse at my mother.Dayly i was tempted to put a knife in his twisted black heart.Only the sad looks of my mother when she realized what i contemplated.Kept me from killing him.I've even almost poisoned his drink once but as usual my mother would stop me.How can you love someone who treated you worse than the mange ridden mutts of the street."mother why do you stay with a man like him?"i would ask as tears streamed down my cheeks."Now he strikes you and you sit by and let him"i demand tears only going faster.She let out a heavy sigh running her smooth hands through my long sand colored hair."One day my little one you will understand.Until then dry your tears"She cooed wiping away my tears oh so gently.Planting a single loving kiss on my cheek."Remember my little flower even if you get revenge it will never solve any of your problems"She whispered in my ear before walking off into the house.I never really listened to that piece of advice.Revenge had always felt so good and it made everything better for me.So where shall i go from here.Oh yes i'll tell you how i became interested in the art of assassination.Though i warn you this is probably one of the least interesting parts of the story and you may lose interest.Please don't if you do i might get angry,and noone wants that do they.You will know what i mean if you read the first chapter anyway, but i'm babbling aren't I?