TFTC: The Moons and the Black Orchids

Welcome back fair travellers, thank you for stopping by and we hope you will enjoy tonight's fireside tale, in a closet… yes, it makes little sense but if you overthink this then you will likely not relax, so take another toke read this and then the rest, then go to Zamnesia.com and get yourself a nice little treat, they sponsor this tale by giving me seeds to base the stories on. So without further preamble on with “TFTC: The Moons and the Black Orchids”. ======================================================================== The twins were born with the rising of the moons, they had a green hue to their skin which was odd compared to the pale skin of the clan, this was taken as a divine blessing. Their mother in the act of giving birth died, which left the twin girls to the care of the Temple of The Twin Moons where they were born. Upon first inspection it was obvious they were not born the same; their early years were marked by physical differences between them with one being of ordinary size, the other being stunted. The strong one fed from their wet nurses' bosom hungrily, taking all nourishment it could, the other refused Milk from any nurse, it scared the priests, the thought of neglecting their God was too much and all manners of veneration was offered. Then the new Seer of the temple began to swell as if having had a child, she offered her milk, the child took it and only fed from her, it also only fed when necessary and chose to spend most of its time watching the world around it. Everything they would ever need was given to them, it was the clans thinking that when their training would start, this would allow for a healthy juxtaposition, the stress would help strengthen them as the road was long and difficult, much of the future was uncertain as the prophecy gave little to no indication of how this new rise of the clan would be achieved. The children in time were given names, they took on the names of their Gods, only adding a prefix, the larger was called Acals where the smaller was called Atyl. In the dark compound of the moon temple they lived, in the darkness of their cloisters they as infants progressed, Acals very soon learnt to walk and was strong, so would carry Atyl wherever she wanted. They still made no sound, they seemed to have a telepathic bond, the scents and hues of their green skin changed depending on what they were communicating, it was a language of colour and scent that the priests struggled to fathom, but the twins, they knew of its meaning by instinct. The High Priest of the temple, a man named Garvill had them watched, although the twins presence had created an almost fanatical fever among the people, it appeared they were worshiping and waiting on the twins, this made him jealous, he loved the standing his position gave, these twins were beginning to take away from the attention and respect he had enjoyed: no longer was he the mouthpiece of the Gods, no longer did people feel the need for him to give direction and guidance, instead people just waited for the twins to eventually communicate the Gods demands. From this, the twins had an early enemy, they were now in danger from the very person who was supposed to oversee their freedom and safety. Luckily the matron of their clan employed an old trick, placing sticky yellow patches on the ground leading up to their beds, this way any person seeking to sneak in and take advantage would be stuck or at least alert the guards. Yet he had them watched, had them followed, had them monitored, he looked for the opening he needed to make his move. ======================================================================== Thank you for stopping by, hopefully you will stay around and read the other features on my channel. If you have done that then go get yourself a treat from Zamnesia, with 20% off using code: ZAMMIGD2023, I recommend some Part-E packs, they will make sure that when you decide to trip the lights fantastic, that the next day you are not tripping over your suffering. 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