AmbrosiaCaress
Phoenix Rising!!!
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Lotus. A beautiful flower, with deep meaning... A lotus is often associated with beauty, fertility, prosperity, spiritual awakening, eternity, purity and faithfulness. The morning of her birth, she had been graced with this name. Lotus. Beauty, purity.. her birth had been a miracle in this small family, a miracle within the clan in general. But her life came not without sacrifice. Her mother, had not survived. The "Mentor" as he was called, her father, he was the leader of these people, but King, or President, or Sovereign, just never sat well with him. He was their Mentor. And now, the Mentor would have no further heirs, specifically male heirs, to carry on his leadership. She, his Lotus.. was all he had...
That, was nearly 20 seasons ago.
Lotus had grown under the peaceful guidance of her father and his people. Peaceful was the best way to describe them. They did not seek confrontation. They did not seek war. They only wished to survive, to live, as best they could in this decidedly not so peaceful world. A world many years removed from the old. She had not witnessed the downfall. She had not witnessed the riots and the wars. The bombs dropping on starving people. The ripping apart of all that had be normal up until then. She had not witnessed the horror. Her father had. He had seen it all. He had survived thru it all. It had not been easy. He had to kill many, had to do things that he would no longer talk about, do things that haunted his memory, in order to survive. His wife, Adeline, had taken away the horror and made living bareable again, such as it was. It was her that had lead him to the peaceful life of a nomad, roaming the lands. It was she that had calmed and ultimately silenced his horror and his memories. It was her that had brought peace into his life, a peace he now lived by. Losing her nearly drove him to the brink... but the people he swore to lead and protect, and his little daughter Lotus, they were the reason he still walked this world. The reason he still lived.
She had grown in a stunningly beautiful woman, with her long, midnight black hair, and sparkling jade green eyes. Lithe, sleek, and agile, she often reminded her father of a cobra waiting to strike.
This particular season, her Father's clan had managed to find, and temporarily inhabit, a small, nearly intact village, one may even have called it a town, in the shadow of a ruined, deserted city. Not the safest place to try and survive. Cities attracted many groups of nomads. Some not as friendly as others. In fact, many, were very, very dangerous. But one had to eek out a life where one could find it, and here, there was shelter from the unrelenting sun, as well as the savage storms that often blew by. It was a good home base from where scouts could be sent for supplies. They were running low. Rain had been scarce, so water was also scarce. Food was desperately needed as there were 3 new babies born within their clan and their survival was tantamount in importance. And lastly, medical supplies. More than likely those could be scavenged from the city. But food and water, that would be a much harder, and much more distant to find.
Lotus, as she had grown, had become one of the clan's best scouts, much to the chagrin of her Father, the Mentor. She was all he had. He worried about her. Women in this world were not always safe. What he wanted was for her to find a mate within the clan and bear a son who could then be groomed for leadership. But Lotus wanted to help, be productive, and she did not want to simply be known as the Mentor's daughter. She was active, strong, inquisitive, intelligent, and had a talent for tracking, which in this world, was very important. She was good at what she did. So, reluctantly, her father often sent her out with the other scouts, as he did this particular day as well.
She headed southwest from the clan's location. Lotus didn't mind the heat of the sun, and often choose venturing deeper into the desert when she scouted. It was not a desert of purely sand. This was more a desert made of the desolation of cities, of countries, of people. She heard stories of the wars. Stories of the battles, of the deaths, of the destruction. Now, she saw the aftermath with her own eyes. There were great expanses of nothingness, no trees, no shade, no nothing. But there was often hills, perhaps a cave or 2 embedded, and as the miles melted behind her, she would happen upon small campgrounds or habitations. Most were deserted. The people of this time, this world, were nomadic for the most part. Movement was life. Stagnation was death.
Sometimes, she would come across another traveling group. She would have to judge if friendly, approach, and establish that she herself, was not a threat. She carried polished stones and several silver coins, along with a few medical supplies gathered from the city, that she hoped to trade for dry goods, or water, if possible. That is when she encountered others. Her people did not carry weapons. So, she did not carry any weapons for trading, or for protection for that matter. It was a point she argued often with her father, but he was unrelenting in his decision. They were peaceful people, weapons were not negotiable. Her only way of keeping safe on these scouting trips was using her wits, as well as staying hidden. And this was something she did this well...
That is until that night, 9 nights into her scouting. She was tired. The sun was only just beginning it's descent in the west. And Lotus was about to make fateful mistake. She had figured she had to be at least 100+ miles from her clan, and she needed to start the long trek back. She had managed to gather some water, having been caught in a sudden thunderstorm, the rain water had filled 2 of her water jugs nearly full during the deluge. She hoped to locate some food, but other than the little she managed to find to survive herself, rotten vegtables for the most part, there was none to bring back to her clan.
"If I head north and then east, I can meet back up with my Father and the clan within 5 to 7 days" she told herself, unless she got lucky enough to meet up with another clan along the way back. She hadn't been lucky as of yet...
She calculated her travel time based on using main roads, in the hopes of finding another clan to trade with to get some dried goods, fruit maybe, or grain.
She was an hour into her journey home, a mere hour, the sun had not even made it completely behind the horizan, when she heard it. The roar of engines. Not a sound one heard very often. Gas was the most rare of goods to find and utilize. But that was the unmistakable sound of engines. And they were coming right toward her, and she, was out in the open, on the main road, with not enough time to even think of hiding. Not that there was any place to hide. She ws completely out in the open, completely vulnerable. They came racing over the hill and into view... there had to be a dozen of them, if not more. 2-Wheelers is what her people called them. And Lotus knew ...2-Wheelers were never good. They were brutal, vicious animals that roamed the desert... And she... was in trouble...
That, was nearly 20 seasons ago.
Lotus had grown under the peaceful guidance of her father and his people. Peaceful was the best way to describe them. They did not seek confrontation. They did not seek war. They only wished to survive, to live, as best they could in this decidedly not so peaceful world. A world many years removed from the old. She had not witnessed the downfall. She had not witnessed the riots and the wars. The bombs dropping on starving people. The ripping apart of all that had be normal up until then. She had not witnessed the horror. Her father had. He had seen it all. He had survived thru it all. It had not been easy. He had to kill many, had to do things that he would no longer talk about, do things that haunted his memory, in order to survive. His wife, Adeline, had taken away the horror and made living bareable again, such as it was. It was her that had lead him to the peaceful life of a nomad, roaming the lands. It was she that had calmed and ultimately silenced his horror and his memories. It was her that had brought peace into his life, a peace he now lived by. Losing her nearly drove him to the brink... but the people he swore to lead and protect, and his little daughter Lotus, they were the reason he still walked this world. The reason he still lived.
She had grown in a stunningly beautiful woman, with her long, midnight black hair, and sparkling jade green eyes. Lithe, sleek, and agile, she often reminded her father of a cobra waiting to strike.
This particular season, her Father's clan had managed to find, and temporarily inhabit, a small, nearly intact village, one may even have called it a town, in the shadow of a ruined, deserted city. Not the safest place to try and survive. Cities attracted many groups of nomads. Some not as friendly as others. In fact, many, were very, very dangerous. But one had to eek out a life where one could find it, and here, there was shelter from the unrelenting sun, as well as the savage storms that often blew by. It was a good home base from where scouts could be sent for supplies. They were running low. Rain had been scarce, so water was also scarce. Food was desperately needed as there were 3 new babies born within their clan and their survival was tantamount in importance. And lastly, medical supplies. More than likely those could be scavenged from the city. But food and water, that would be a much harder, and much more distant to find.
Lotus, as she had grown, had become one of the clan's best scouts, much to the chagrin of her Father, the Mentor. She was all he had. He worried about her. Women in this world were not always safe. What he wanted was for her to find a mate within the clan and bear a son who could then be groomed for leadership. But Lotus wanted to help, be productive, and she did not want to simply be known as the Mentor's daughter. She was active, strong, inquisitive, intelligent, and had a talent for tracking, which in this world, was very important. She was good at what she did. So, reluctantly, her father often sent her out with the other scouts, as he did this particular day as well.
She headed southwest from the clan's location. Lotus didn't mind the heat of the sun, and often choose venturing deeper into the desert when she scouted. It was not a desert of purely sand. This was more a desert made of the desolation of cities, of countries, of people. She heard stories of the wars. Stories of the battles, of the deaths, of the destruction. Now, she saw the aftermath with her own eyes. There were great expanses of nothingness, no trees, no shade, no nothing. But there was often hills, perhaps a cave or 2 embedded, and as the miles melted behind her, she would happen upon small campgrounds or habitations. Most were deserted. The people of this time, this world, were nomadic for the most part. Movement was life. Stagnation was death.
Sometimes, she would come across another traveling group. She would have to judge if friendly, approach, and establish that she herself, was not a threat. She carried polished stones and several silver coins, along with a few medical supplies gathered from the city, that she hoped to trade for dry goods, or water, if possible. That is when she encountered others. Her people did not carry weapons. So, she did not carry any weapons for trading, or for protection for that matter. It was a point she argued often with her father, but he was unrelenting in his decision. They were peaceful people, weapons were not negotiable. Her only way of keeping safe on these scouting trips was using her wits, as well as staying hidden. And this was something she did this well...
That is until that night, 9 nights into her scouting. She was tired. The sun was only just beginning it's descent in the west. And Lotus was about to make fateful mistake. She had figured she had to be at least 100+ miles from her clan, and she needed to start the long trek back. She had managed to gather some water, having been caught in a sudden thunderstorm, the rain water had filled 2 of her water jugs nearly full during the deluge. She hoped to locate some food, but other than the little she managed to find to survive herself, rotten vegtables for the most part, there was none to bring back to her clan.
"If I head north and then east, I can meet back up with my Father and the clan within 5 to 7 days" she told herself, unless she got lucky enough to meet up with another clan along the way back. She hadn't been lucky as of yet...
She calculated her travel time based on using main roads, in the hopes of finding another clan to trade with to get some dried goods, fruit maybe, or grain.
She was an hour into her journey home, a mere hour, the sun had not even made it completely behind the horizan, when she heard it. The roar of engines. Not a sound one heard very often. Gas was the most rare of goods to find and utilize. But that was the unmistakable sound of engines. And they were coming right toward her, and she, was out in the open, on the main road, with not enough time to even think of hiding. Not that there was any place to hide. She ws completely out in the open, completely vulnerable. They came racing over the hill and into view... there had to be a dozen of them, if not more. 2-Wheelers is what her people called them. And Lotus knew ...2-Wheelers were never good. They were brutal, vicious animals that roamed the desert... And she... was in trouble...