Adventures of Kierra Katamiya | By : TheSpellSinger Category: +G through L > Guild Wars Views: 1485 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
Disclaimer: I do not own GW 2 and the places/gods/NPC's from the game. Kierra is my thief character while Uziel is my husband's character in GW1 and GW2. I do not make money from the story |
Comment: I guess I have some explaining to do before letting you read the story. When I created Kierra Katamiya I choose a story line for her as an orphaned streetrat thief and her only knowledge about her family is the pendant from "Wanderers of Melandru". It's the name of my guild in GW2 that is the remake of my Fiancée's guild in GW1. Iva Katamiya is my Faction ranger character from the first GW game. My Fiancée however choose to remake his ranger Uziel Foresthearth in Guild Wars 2 and therefore he appears again.
We figured out that 200 years has past based on the linage in the game.
Kierra is 19 years old while Uziel is around the (2)30 years of age. She's of cathan lineage (obviously) and has therefore slightly slanting eyes which is hazel/almond coloured. Her skin is Golden brown
Her hair is short (reach the middle of her neck) and dark brown. Her fringe is pulled to one side and is almost covering her right eye.
Frame: Slim shoulders, middle height (about 170 cm) and curvy.
The verdant secret of Melandru
by TheSpellSinger
(cutesauruscommission@gmail.com)
Kierra tugged firmly her only proof of once being part of a family under her shirt before she silently jump from a roof and onto the empty lamp lit streets. There were actually no reason for this, but she didn't felt like being stopped by a Seraph, who questioned about her whereabouts today. She hated that they didn't trust her, not even the slightest bit. But on the other hand she couldn't blame them. Who would ever rely on a street rat?
She sneaked from house to house, shadow to shadow and finally arrived at the large oak doors which lead from Salma District and right into the heart of Divinity Reach. It also meant the main roads with bigger chances of meeting someone on the way.
It was a risk she had to take. She had to visit the statue of Melandru beside Plaza of Melandru. It was one of the only places in the capital which gave her comfort. It was also home for her god.
Kierra opened the door halfway and squeezed herself out and onto the actually street. She quickly took a gaze of her surroundings, stating that no one was around. However she decided it would be best to shadow step until she reached her destination. She pull her hood up so her face lay in shadows, making her features uncertain.
She took inlet and disappeared into a cloud of smoke, just to reappeared outside Grenth Low Road ,continued to Balthazar's Low Road before she finally landed outside of Melandru Low Road, where she on light feet ran into the shadows and with her back against the stone surface she followed it until it gave her several choices of roads: She could turn right and go into The Great Collapse that lay open like a large earthy wound, straight up to Plaza of Melandru or left into the Western Commons.
She turned to the left and passed the way which lead upwards. Immediately she was into a small isolated pocket of columns, rich vegetation and a beautiful statue of Melandru's human form in a round pool of water.
She sat down by the stone edge of the pool with her legs crossed, just admiring the well-curved statue. She noted far away a dog barking, soon followed by another. Everything else rested in a pleasant silence.
Kierra didn't know how late the time had become before she heard the nearest church clock strike midnight. Thoughts about her missing parents still occupied a great deal of her waking hours and she usually went to this place to find peace for the night. Even though she never got an answer from her goddess.
She better had to get back, since it was difficult to tell what would happen on the days up to Halloween. She was not afraid - just cautious.
The black-purple clad figure got back on her feet and was about to disappear the same way back, when something in the corner of her eye caught her awareness: at first it seemed as if the whole area was bathed in light, but as she looked closer she noticed that it was a single object in the water near the statue which was in the centre of the ray. The light from the Halloween moon.
At its feet there was a circular platform which seemed to have a cracked line right across the middle. She had never given it close attention before, but now she came to wonder why it was there. It seemed odd to place a platform like that.
She decided to study it and stepped curiously over the stone edge and into the glittering water which reached her mid-calves.
Kierra began slowly to stroll a turn about it when she came to a halt. There! Under the surface of the water was a hollow mark: she kneeled and felt a gradually cold reach her warm skin. She ignored the water and studied the mark attentively.
The pattern seemed oddly familiar as if she had seen it, not just once but many times before and suddenly it dawned upon her.
She reach inside of her rawhide leather west, finding what she had been looking for; a pendant.
It had been a heritage of the female members for over 200 years, but the origin was somewhat lost in the past. However it was said to belong to her three times, something, great grandmother Iva Katamiya.
The family heirloom held a caving of Melandru on one side and a blooming tree on the other. The tree had until recently been a complete mystery to her, but she discovered its true meaning when she became a great part of The wanderers of Melandru. An ancient guild which had existed for just as long.
Her long slim fingers found the back of her neck and experienced removed the pendant. She had done this more times than she could count on two hands but never on herself. Kierra never removed the pendant - not even when she washed herself in the rivers near Village of Shaemoor nor bathing in Lake Delavan. It was too precious and with the scum she had her daily routine with, she had to have her guards up 24/7 - there were no such thing as personal belongings.
She quickly glanced about her surroundings but the houses nearby still lay dark, the Haidryn's Menagerie was quiet and her figure was hidden in this small paradise so she would stay unnoticed for a while yet - unless something unexpected happened.
After securing the area she returned to the platform: The mark held the symbol of the blooming tree which meant that the pendant, the guild and this platform had to share a connection. But what?
She carefully place the pendant into the mark - she was right. It was a perfect match.
She narrowed her eyes in thought as she waited. Did she do something wrong?
It seemed like hours before a low rumbling erupted from the ground underneath her and steadily went into a real shaken of the earth. She made a double dodge backwards, out of the danger zone and found her footing immediately. From here she could see that it was not the earth which shook, but the two parts of the platform which parted with difficulty. She could only guess that the platform had been sealed for so long that roots and the mechanism had stuck and only reluctantly gave in to the greater forces.
She double-checked the area but everything still rested in a sleepy cosy atmosphere.
When she looked back at the platform, she witnessed something incredible: from the platform a tree not unlike the one on the pendant shoot out from it and it just seemed as if it kept growing - until it suddenly stopped. Before her was a beautiful golden tree now standing in its full glory.
She narrowed her eyes into small slits as she tried to focus on the crown. Wasn't there something in the tree? Something which seemed to had the appearance of a human being?
As if her thoughts had been read, strong branches grew out of the trunk and created an alternate staircase, which she without hesitation climbed with a practiced agility.
In seconds she had entered a small platform of tangled branches where she discovered a man held in place by the same golden branches and twigs twisted into his blond hair in a wild mess. It was already long and collected in small dreadlock.
Who was this man?
A blush crept over her cheeks when she realized that he was stark naked. Agile but strong muscles adorned his body and she could tell by the Melandru stalker who slept beside him that he was a ranger. Her eyes continued to scan his body and blushed if possible deeper. He was rather well-hung and his member was not even fully erected. How would she ever get him home like that? She would probably have to steal some clothes from a clothesline until he had enough copper to pay for new ones.
She didn't question one bit that she had to take him with her since she had the pendant. However she had a more important matter at hand - how to wake him?
Kierra stepped warily closer and took his features in. Even though he seemed to be quite a lot older than herself she couldn't help but think he was handsome.
Gently she reached out and touched one bare shoulder.
He came to life with a cough as if he had breathed dust for the last 200 years. Which he has, Kierra stated ironically to herself while still keeping an eye on him.
His eyes fluttered open and a pair of green eyes focused groggily upon her after some time.
"Iva..." his voice was deep but hoarse. He moved his blond head and as he did, he grunted from pain.
Kierra widened her eyes in recognition: Right, his hair was still caught by the twigs. Before she could get him anywhere she had to cut him loose.
With no greater effort she easily took her dull dagger from its sheath and pressed herself against him as she reached out to get a hold on the hair.
"What...?"he muttered dizzily, the effect from the enchantment still having a hold on him.
"Hold still for just a moment. I might cut wrong," she answered concentrated on her task. When she finally thought she had collected every strand of hair, she cut it with a precise clean whip of her hand. In other circumstances it would have been deadly.
His head rolled forward, free from the chains and she got sudden aware of their position, blushing violently: she had a leg on either side of his right thigh, feeling his bulge at her groin area and generally just the whole body contact made her heart beat skip a beat.
As if she had received a lightning bolt, she drew herself back hastily. Kierra was glad that the hood hid most of her face and therefore also her embarrassment.
"I'm sorry about your hair.... It was the only way," she said nonchalantly, practiced in concealing her feelings.
A moment past where he just stared dumbfounded at her before he seemed to gain back to his full senses and the meaning of her words understood.
"My hair? You cut it off!" he said while running his rough hands through the now only shoulder-long mane. "Iva, how dare you!?And why are you wearing a hood?"
There was that the name again. Iva. The one who was given the pendant. So it hadn't been made up. Most of all did she really look so much like Iva that this stranger thought she was her? She obviously couldn't know nor find out.
Kierra heard a soft purr and looked down. At her feet sat the beautiful Melandru feline. A tiny smile appeared on her lips as she kneeled down beside it and scratched it behind the ear.
"I'm sorry beautiful - I have never been so good with animals, so I can't do it any better... Thorn? Is that your name? It's...." she small-talked to the stalker, who seemed satisfied with the treatment.
Something had bothered her senses since she had begun speaking to the feline and now she realized that there was a sound. A whistling. It has to be one of the Seraph guards, she thought and glanced out through the branches where there was an amazing view. Too bad she couldn't enjoy it. Metal from an armour flashed white when it passed a lantern. Bingo!
"Come with me! I'll explain everything later, I promise" she rambled on and grabbed the man by the arm - the next second they disappeared into thin air.
Kierra had her pendant dangling from one hand and the man in the other as she ran in the direction she originally came from. They were soon at their destination and good thing at that, because he had begun to get tired. Thorn on the other hand kept up with them as if it had never slept.
She had succeeded in teleporting them down to the ground where she gathered the pendant and as soon as she did, everything had turned back to normal. Or as normal things could be when one had a living naked proof by the fact that it really did happen.
The next thing she had grabbed on the way was some formal wear which consisted of a puffy shirt ,pants and a vest. All of it had hung between some houses and this was also where he changed into his new clothes. In the meantime she had looked out from the shadows, just waiting for free passage.
When the coast was clear, she had shadow-stepped once and felt how it drained her initiative. This way of transportation was not suited for passengers. Instead she had urged the stranger to run and he had followed.
She could now see the gate of Salma district and she speed up the last few metres. The heavy oak doors closed behind them. They were safe.
"Welcome to my home. It's not much but it's the first time I can call one my own," Kierra gestured with a wave, indicating the small room with the few furniture. It contained a wooden table with two chairs at one wall and a single bed at the other. She also had a small stove. After having helped the Village of Shaemoor and saved them from the Centaurs, she had been able to afford a room. It was nothing special but as she just told this man, it was hers.
Kierra knelt by the wood stove, arranging the firewood and put it on fire.
Soon a cosy atmosphere spread out in every corner of the room. The Melandru stalker had made itself comfortable next to the stove, looking like a large ball of patterned fur. She had to suppress a smile.
When she had made sure it wouldn’t burn out, she lifted her head to look at him from under the hood. Kierra felt safer this way.
The soft yellow light bathed his face and she noticed his eyes actually were a leafy-green.
“Who are you?” she asked without further ado.
There was a long pause before he answered starring into the depth of the flames. It seemed as if he was far away in the past.
“My name is Uziel Foresthearth. And as I can understand you’re not Iva. But where is she then? And may I ask who you are in return?”
Uziel Foresthearth, she pondered to herself. That name rang a bell but from where? Then it hit her like a rolling pin. From the history books of the old times, there was mentioned an Ascalonian Ranger by the name of Uziel Foresthearth: The hero of Tyria and founder of Wanderers of Melandru. Wanderers of Melandru! And Iva Katamiya – she had accompanied Uziel on his journeys and she had been a great heroine and apprentice of Uziel as well.
Kierra rose and laid her hood down, her almond-brown eyes flaming almost like liquid amber.
“Iva...” she paused, suddenly unsure of what to say and with her eyes plastered on the floor, “She’s not here anymore, Uziel. I’m so sorry, but she died 200 years ago. I’m... I’m the last Katamiya living. My name is Kierra,”
She had lifted her gaze, meeting his eyes with a mixture of sadness and determination when she spoke the last part.
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