Ink is one short but epic story of self-discovery by Casidii, who beautifully portrays (in less than three chapters) the internal battle we all must in order to rise and realize who we truly are.
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Chapter 1: The goddess of the sand
I will tell you about nne-nne and the battle that changed my life, for lack of a better clichè term.
She was the eccentric type that caused people to lower their gaze and voices whenever she walked past.
Tall ebony, hardened with age, wisdom and a silence that echoed through the storm.
Her hair was a rich black moss that sat like a crown on her head.
I remember the first time I saw the strange ink that lined her body, how she smiled and convinced me I was not crazy when I pointed out that the words pulsed and moved.
“Your vision is limited”, she said with a pat on my back, “Don’t you see? The destiny of our souls, the words of power to become who we will is written all over us.” I laughed and thought about how people would think I was crazy too.
One day, she said it was time for my eyes to be opened.
She stood in front of me and yanked a pointy strand of hair. Without warning, she poked my eye hard with the pointy bit, i yelled out in pain.
And then i witnessed the battle. The strand of hair had transformed to a spear.
They stood in the middle of a barren land, Nne-Nne and the small man robed from head to toe in white, littered with bones that stretched further than my eyes could see.
Above the man hovered a bird like creature, the size of a crow, brown feathers and a sledge hammer in its claws.
I did not recognize the Nne-Nne that glowed under the amber lit sky, the wicked grin that hung on her face or the massive creature that floated above her wielding a saw in its claws. It had the face of an owl but the body of a dragon. Each time it flapped its wings the ground seemed to shake.
“I have come to claim what is mine.” Nne said in a thunderous voice I had never heard before.
She struck the spear she clutched in her hand into the ground and a powerful gust tore through the space around her as the owl like creature above her charged at the man.
Suddenly I was the eye of the owl-dragon, chasing down the other creature with the sledge hammer.
It raised its hammer in defiance like it stood a chance, a blow came crashing on our left wing with the force of an army.
Child’s play. We grabbed the creature and pinned it to the ground, the fool. I felt no remorse as we sliced through the creature effortlessly with the saw, its screams lasting no more than a few seconds. A hoot of victory as we lifted a sliced half of its corpse to the battle scene.
My vision returned to Nne-nne and the man now lying at her feet, its spirit animal gone, the battle won.
The land was green.
Nne-Nne looked at me, lifting her spear in the air. I laughed and cheered in delight…and then I noticed the ink pulsing on my skin.
I was the goddess of the sand.