Entry 3

Part three of three of entries to Dahdtoudi’s contest

Recommended soundtrack: Dead can Dance - The Host of Seraphim and to finish it: Dido – Here with me or even Tripoli feat. Cirque Papillion - Walk on (If You don’t have these songs available, look on Youtube.com)

It was over. The Queen had fallen and Tia’ja would soon claim her head as a trophy and give it to Kemono as a sign of graditude, but then she saw something that would almost break her heart.
Kemono, despite his strength, was as fragile and soft as any oomans. He fell on his knees, bruised and mortally wounded, making a pool of blood underneath him. Moved by the sight and the sacrifice done by him, Tia’ja embraced Kemono, feeling his warm blood growing colder as it ran over her soft and beautiful body. With a tear in her eye, she softly whispered her gratitude in Kemono ear. But being modest as he always was, Kemono simply shrugged before he lost conscious, hanging on a very thin line between life and death.
Not willing to let go of this noble creature that saved her life, Tia’ja tended to his wounds so that no more blood would escape from his body and carried him to safety of her ship. To make sure that this world would not be plagued by the Raw Heads anymore, Tia’ja left one of her explosive devises powerful enough to eradicate all kind of life in the mines. Despite the weakened state of Kemono, she rushed as she carried him while singing a song to make sure that he was still around and praying to every god from both her mother’s and father’s side that they would make it, and that they would not be attacked by the Raw Heads seeking revenge. But almost as if her prayers were heard, nothing or anything crossed her path. As if they would know what would happen. They were afraid…
Finally, they arrived to the ship, barely in time for the bomb to reach its time limit. After Tia’ja took off, she could finally put Kemono into medical care. She never left; she just sat there by his side, holding his hand whose grip grew stronger as the healing progress did its wonder.
But now you may wonder what fate would lay ahead for this most unlikely duo, what would become of this rather mutual alliance between them? Would they form a partnership and experience more adventures ahead? Would they find the love they both have desired for so long within each other? Would they go to separate paths and never see each other again, only in their memories?
Alas, this tale has no conclusion, for as it may be, their fate is still yet to be seal before the drapery falls and the fat lady sings. And of course to your imagination, which has no limitation but by yourselves.

Tia’ja (c)
Paul Kemono (c) me,