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Once again, a story I wrote some time ago that I thought I would post
for reaction and critique. The character featured here is a different
Chani than the similar more modern character depicted in "Chani's
Flight".
Chani's Run - by: Maura Elaine Kelly 1997
Chani wandered down the almost-path, her silken clothing torn and her
skin flayed with red stripes from the branches and brambles which she
stumbled through. Small tears ran down her cheeks, causing her to blink
her eyes as she walked. She whimpered softy as she pushed through some
more branches and a branch snapped back and whipped her ass through
the silk she wore, leaving yet another welt on her soft skin.
She sank to her knees at that point, soiling her white skin with the
soft moist black dirt of the forest floor and burst into sobbing
tears, realizing for the hundredth time that her own foolishness had
placed her in this situation. Separated from her Mistress by her own
anger, she had run down a path into the woods after she watched from
afar as Ilsa had given a more than tender kiss to another of her
slaves in training.
Irrational anger had burned up her spine at seeing this...even though
she had seen it before. She had turn and run across the courtyard of
the temple, past the slave quarters and through a small garden where
she had stopped to catch her breath and then decided...she would keep
running....running to nowhere, but away...hiding from Ilsa....hiding
from what she had become...away from what she wanted to be....
So she ran...through the flowers, and then through some hedges, and
then past a frond-covered pond filled with geese, and then finally
into the dark, beckoning trees of the forest...where she could finally
be alone, alone with herself and her anger.
Once in the forest, she had slowed and walked the wide paths there....
listening to the singing of the birds...cupping one in her hands before
sending it flitting free back into the sky.... "Free....am I free?"
Chani thought, her brow furrowing in puzzlement at the thought... The
bird spiraled high into the trees and lighted on a branch as she
watched...
"It flew so far and then stopped.....like....like....", the thought
stopped as anger flared once more at the image in her mind and she
ran, from the path through the trees, into the dark, leafy boughs
of the forest.
"Free, free," she cried out as she ran.......losing herself in the
thought and within the wood....yet somehow, feeling empty and cold
even as she sweated from her long run.
Chani finally stops running, tired and spent....and lost.... Biting her
lower lip, she slips to the ground, and curls up there...alone to
sleep, amidst the sounds of the forest.....alone, and with no one to
help her or to protect her. She lays, huddled and quivering, shivering
through the light sleep that takes her.
Chani awakes later, cold and hungry, unrested.....somehow unfulfilled,
but free. "What is freedom? What is Love?" she ponders to herself, as
she walks....her stomach rumbling...her legs scratched and red....
She strips from her fingers and arms, the beautiful jewelry that Ilsa
has allowed her to adorn herself with...all but one thing....a black
leather bracelet on her right wrist, worked around with plain silver
wire....That she will wear.....
As she walks, she squeezes it with her left hand, tighter and tighter
on her wrist....without noticing.
The woods are dark...and Chani hears noises in the brush....twigs
snapping, branches swaying, the rush of the wind through the trees.
Her head snaps around as the cry of a hunting bird rips through the
woods. She bites her lips again and twists the bracelet, squeezing it
even tighter as she walks.
For the first time since she ran away, she is afraid.....
"but she is Free!...isn't she?"
Rustling noises suddenly emit from the trees to her right.... Chani
rushes to the base of a large tree and hides, cowering... afraid to
look out and see what it might be coming towards her. Low sounds fall
on her ears... A voice? A low growl? She cannot tell and refuses to
look.
She rises and slips away, ears straining.... trying not to make any
noise.... is she being followed?
Staying quiet for as long as she can, she runs..... the branches
flaying her.... brambles tearing at her legs...skin so soft from the
pampering of the temple... Chani whimpers softly as she plunges blindly
on towards..... what?
Slowing finally to a staggering walk, Chani stumbles down the almost-
path she finds in the trees.... she looks down at her red striped
legs...the scracthes from her bramble torn arms.... the frayed silks
hanging in torn strips off her.....
"What has have I done?".... she moans softly to no one, as she kneels
in the dirt, sobbing and feeling lost.... her hands twisting the
bracelet which she now realizes she would not ever remove.. by her own
choice....
Chani drops her forehead to the ground, tears wracking her as she
realizes... that Ilsa is her freedom... and that like the bird.... she
has flown, but not far away.... but she doesn't know the way back....
nor does she know if she can go back....
Lost.... and separated from the One she loves..... her Ilsa...her
Mistress.......
Chani chokes back a sob as she utters the name aloud in the woods,
where no can hear her.
"Ilsa, my Mistress.... I need you.... I need you.... I want you to show
me myself.... through pain and love.... and now.... you are lost...
because again I am a foolish and silly little thing. I wanted you to
train me to my fullest... and now... that will never happen!"
Footsteps..... Chani gasps and looks up... "Mistress!" she whimpers as
she swoons....
Ilsa smiles a somehow pleased, yet dangerous smile.... "It will happen,
little one.... more will happen than you can imagine..."
Mara
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