Thear: Bree – Harvest Festival (part 2)

[k_a_webb]

When Bree sat back down she looked at her family. Her father was one of the supporters of the Dorma supremacist movement and it was something she just couldn’t understand. Maybe, if she hadn’t met her half brother, it might have made more sense. She wished she could asked him about Quinn, and Quinn’s mother, but she knew that was a subject she couldn’t bring up.

Trying not to sigh, she turned her attention to her mother. Bree was grateful every day to have such an understanding mother. On the day she’d first mentioned that she was interested in old texts and learning to translate them she’d had a loud argument with her father. Her father wanted her to be Dorma, which meant she had to do something practical. Translating was not practical. It was more Tein-Igni and their innane search for knowledge than Dorma. That had been the same day she had found herself losing all respect for her father, but her mother had taken her side. Bree had never been happier.

Of course that had caused problems that were yet to be fixed. Her father and mother argued even more than they had before. To begin with it had been about the Dorma supremacist movement. Some Dorma girls, who had been believed to be pure blood, had given birth to differently coloured children. Children who had been abandoned. Bree hated to think about those poor babies. It had not only caused an argument between her parents, but the whole village, and it became possible to see how few people were against the movement. Since then Bree had spent her time watching as people tried working out where the other races were in their family tree, which was almost impossible. Four hundred years before someone had set fire to everything about the history of Thear, so all of the knowledge they had of the country started from after that day. People searched, without success for anything from prior to that, in order to find out their true bloodline.

It made Bree wonder if that had been the whole point. No one knew why someone had destroyed their history, but until someone found something there was no possible way of knowing. The Tein-Igni had nothing, the Uisdro had three books on fishing that came from before the fire, and the Dorma had one short text on the priesthood of Herne. Bree knew that text well because she had been the one to translate it. When that had happened she had suddenly become useful and, because the priesthood had used her, very trustworthy. The text had been written by the High Priest at the time and held nothing about the fire.

Bree swallowed a mouthful of bread, thinking about that High Priest. He was newly called and wrote about the close relationship he had with Herne. Herne, apparently, had told him that the time had come for the Dorma to rule Thear. Four hundred years later and it seemed to becoming a real possibility that the Dorma might actually rule Thear.

Part 1

Mirrored from K. A. Webb Writing.