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The Lily's Path
The following are excerpts from the diary of Sister Aryanna of the Church
of Quiet Redemption.
February 12, 19xx
Dear Diary,
The villagers discovered and rescued four youths collapsed in the woods
just outside their borders, three boys, one girl. The villagers asked us
sisters to care for them and Sister Minhirva graciously agreed. While I
certainly sympathize with the decision to help those in need, I suspect
Sister Minhirva and my other sisters' enthusiasm in taking in this
children may stem from a desire to distract themselves from the still
recent loss of our head sister, Sister Mercedes, may she rest in peace.
As the youngest sister, it is not my place to say anything however, and
it is not as if I would have chosen to turn the children away myself, in
any event.
Since there are four children and four of us sisters, we each elected to
care for one. Sister Minhirva took the most mature looking boy with dark
brown hair. Sister Luuise will care for the lanky blond boy. Sister
Carli's anxiety towards men left her with no other choice than the dark
skinned girl, leaving me with the small, tanned young boy with the short
black hair. All four seem malnourished and weak, though in their
unconscious state we were unable to learn anything else. Minhirva's
charge clutched desperately to some kind of satchel or bag and even
unconscious, we were unable to separate it from him. I cannot help but
wonder what these poor children went through to arrive at our door in
such a state. In the mean time, I pray for their healthy recovery, for
there is little else I can do.
February 14, 19xx
Dear Diary,
While I am pleased that all four children have finally woken, we are
faced with new challenges. None of the children speak our language, and
we have been able to learn little more than their names. Sister
Minhirva's child calls himself "Yuan," and has been very helpful despite
the language barrier. Yuan identified the other children's names for us:
Carli's girl is "Lyn," Luuise's boy is "Paul," and my boy is "George."
Aside from his malnutrition, Yuan seems otherwise healthy, but sadly, the
same cannot be said for the other children. Lyn is quiet and unable to
walk. Paul has been a handful for Luuise; the boy seems to have lost his
sight and recently for all the frustration and difficulty he has been
suffering for it. I am admittedly unnerved by my George. He is
despondent, unspeaking, and will not meet my eyes, rarely raising his
gaze above my chest.
The diversity of their symptoms is curious but without being able to
properly communicate on more comprehensive level, I fear we will not
learn much more about their hardships any time soon.
February 15, 19xx
Dear Diary,
Yuan disappeared last night. Sister Minhirva was distraught.
Inconsolable, she stayed behind while the rest of us sisters spent most
of the day out searching the woodlands around our church. Despite our
efforts though, no sign or trail was found. Clutching Yuan's bag tightly
to her chest, Sister Minhirva retired early, and I pray with all my heart
that she can overcome this trial as adamantly as I pray for the safety
and recovery of the other children.
This evening, I happened to see Sister Minhirva visit Paul's room. I
wonder if, in her desperation, she wished to ask the boy about his
friend's disappearance, though with the barrier of language still
looming, I fear she will not find the answers she seeks regardless of
whether Paul may have any insights or not. Interestingly, Sister Luuise
was surprised to hear of Sister Minhirva's visit to her charge. Though
Sister Luuise agreed with my hypothesis on why, we both found it odd that
Sister Minhirva did not consult Sister Luuise first about speaking with
Paul. I suppose we have no rule against it, but still it did not seem
quite right to go behind Sister Luuise's back like that. Perhaps I am
over thinking things again though.
At the risk of sounding heartless, as distressing as the development was,
I was surprised to see that Sister Minhirva had grown so attached to the
boy in the few days since the children's arrival. Perhaps it is a
product of my own charge's unresponsiveness that I find myself thinking
such things, but at the same time I wonder if I see things more clearly
as a result of my detachment. Something about Sister Minhirva's
bereavement seems off to me, though I cannot say for certain what.
February 16, 19xx
Dear Diary,
I overheard Sister Minhirva speaking with Sister Luuise this evening. I
am glad that Sister Minhirva is reaching out to us for help. I am
concerned over how much Yuan's disappearance has affected her. Following
their conversation, Sister Minhirva joined Sister Luuise in Paul's room,
so I must believe that they came to some kind of agreement. I had not
intended to eavesdrop, however a peculiar phrase reached my ears before I
could grant my sister's their due privacy.
"The Lily's Path."
Sister Minhirva said it. For some reason my mind lingers on those words.
I cannot find any record in our humble library about it, but the phrase
fills me with apprehension nonetheless. I wonder if Yuan's disappearance
is beginning to affect me as well, or is this uncomfortable feeling
merely another product of my overactive imagination?
February 17, 19xx
Dear Diary,
This morning, Paul joined Yuan among the missing. I felt guilty that
despite the terrible turn of events, I could not help thinking that it
was nice to see Sister Minhirva seeming like her usual big sister-like
self as she soothed the younger nun. Sister Carli and I made token
search of the woodlands once again, but neither of us expected to find
any clues at this point.
I am beginning to suspect that these children may be cursed, and in our
proximity, we sisters may be suffering some of its effects. This
morning, I awoke feeling unrested and sore. Especially my womanhood. It
was a different pain than from my natural cycle and the timing was off as
well. My only recollection of last night after putting George to sleep
was being called into Lyn's room by Sister Carli before I left the
children's quarters. Curiously, I have no memory of anything past that
until waking this morning. Sister Luuise knows the most of medicine
among us. Perhaps if I present her with another puzzle it may help her
overcome her grief. I think I will pay her a visit now.
February 18, 19xx
Dear Diary,
I fear I am now convinced that we sisters are suffering from the
children's curse. When I went to visit Sister Luuise last night, she had
thankfully calmed down. I presented her with my concerns and she heard
them patiently as she used to. She asked that I remove my habit so that
she may examine my womanhood. It made me uncomfortable, but I agreed,
trusting that Sister Luuise could help me.
Her inspection of my womanhood was different than I had expected. She
touched it with her finger, inside and out. The feeling of her touch
felt odd. I could not stop my heart from beating faster, and my whole
body began to feel hot. When she insisted that she could get a better
diagnosis by taste, I felt shocks throughout and at one point, my body
tensed up. That strange feeling of tension and then release that had
permeated me was nothing like I had ever felt before and it lingered on
my mind even after Sister Luuise finished her examination.
To my surprise, She offered me a solution of faith. Our recent
tribulations regarding the children had admittedly distracted me from my
usual piety, despite such hardships normally being a source of
strengthening one's faith. Sister Luuise recommended I join her on "The
Lily's Path."
I had almost forgotten my previous obsession with that phrase until it
reappeared before me. Sister Luuise claimed that it was a new teaching
that Sister Minhirva had received from God himself in the wake of Yuan's
disappearance. "The Lily's Path" taught that inhibitions bound the
spirit and the stronger one's bindings, the more the spirit was
strangled. Sister Luuise said that she received Sister Minhirva's love,
shared with her by God through The Lily's Path and that love had
liberated her from guilt and pain she had suffered. Pain not unlike that
which plagued me. Sister Luuise said that receiving love from her and
Sister Minhirva on The Lily's Path would be like what I had experienced
from her examination, but more intense.
I am a coward though. The hot shocking feeling that I was not ready for
scared me. In my panic I made an excuse and fled. Even now, the aching
between my thighs begs me to accept the Lily's Path, but my mind rejects
it. Sister Luuise's description sounded dangerously like heresy, and the
feelings she had imparted upon me, witchcraft. I continue to care for
George but I am unable to put my heart into my efforts. Whatever curse
plagues this church, I fear I will not survive it.
February 20, 19xx
Dear Diary,
The memory of my late evenings continue to elude me, and my privates feel
suffering as if I am being tested by God Himself, which I may very well
be. Lyn is gone, and Sister Carli is taking it comparatively well. I
believe that she, like myself, was expecting it. At this point, I expect
George to disappear as well in a day or two, yet I feel hollow. I feel
guilty that I have little attachment to this poor cursed boy. Will I
feel anything when he is gone? I fear that the answer is no. How have I
come to be so unfeeling towards another human being? These thoughts
contrast so sharply with the intensity that was the Lily's Path. To me,
The Lily's Path seemed to be feeling itself, a gateway back to the
sensation of liveliness that I fear is slowly disappearing from me.
My sisters met without me this evening. I overheard the chorus of their
voices from Sister Carli's room. I can only assume they have all
accepted The Lily's Path. Only I remain, slowly decaying from the
inside, if the steady soreness between my legs was any indication of my
condition.
Tomorrow. Tomorrow I will ask to join The Lily's Path. If I do not
embrace it, an existence bereft of feeling akin to purgatory inevitably
awaits me. The Lily's Path is my salvation and I will have to accept
whatever it takes to reach it. Tomorrow. For tonight, I pray. May God
have mercy upon this damaged soul of mine.
February 21, 19xx
Dear Diary,
I walk the Lily's Path.
This evening, I sought the guidance of my sisters and they welcomed me
with open arms. They brought me to Jeorge's candle-lit room where, by
Sister Minhirva's command, I stripped off my habit and underwear. Bare
as the day I entered this world, I prostrated myself before my sisters.
There was a ceremony, an initiation, to prepare me for what was to come.
I watched as my sisters also shed their robes and undergarments. Sister
Luuise instructed me to seek the "Lily's nectar," explaining that the
exercise reinforced God's teaching that one should give in order to
receive. One by one, I drank from my sisters' blossoms, offering the
prayers upon my lips in exchange for their dew. Once I had finished,
each of my sisters tested my own petals, and through their lips and
tongues, my body grew hot with the passion I had come to so desperately
seek. When Sister Minhirva's turn came, she confirmed that I had adopted
the taste of the lily.
I was next taught that we reject men and their proud arrogance in favor
of the fairer sex. The Lily's path equips women with the power to
antiquate men. Sister Minhirva and Sister Luuise demonstrated for me,
spreading their femininity and producing from its depths a lily's
simulation of a man. It was my first time seeing a male sex, and the
memory of how my sisters' equipment made me feel then, even now, makes me
shudder and brings heat between my legs. Sister Luuise taught me the
taste of a lily's stamen, while my pistil learned from the form and
function of Sister Minhirva's tool. When I had drank from and bathed in
the lily's liquid pollen, my sisters informed me that I had been baptized
and was prepared for the final step.
I surrendered myself to Sister Minhirva who opened the seal in my back
that had bound me to worldly anxieties and regrets. Laid open, I
consumed the flesh of the young Jeorge, and inside of me, we are together
reborn on the Lily's path as one.
February 27, 19xx
In the days since my rebirth, I have come to understand the Lily's Path.
Each night I converse with my sisters, we speak without words, letting
our bodies instead convey our feelings. We were lost and hurt, but now
we are recovering. Slowly, guided by the Lily's Path, we find the
strength to face the trials of each day. Some day we will be strong
enough to withstand the whispers we must face. Together we can be more
than what we are alone.
Tomorrow, we plan on venturing into the village. The war has robbed it
of many of its men and the women and children are in need of consoling.
How can we claim to be women of the cloth if we cannot sooth the
suffering of those close to us? We hope that we can bring them peace
through the Lily's Path.
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