Jazz'meen of the Temple Singers,
mother of J'ar.
Jazz'meen of the Temple Singers,
mother of J'ar.
If it was not for his son J'ar, Jazz'meen would end up as a passing memory to him as many of his lovers did. She was just one of those passing fancy. She would not union with him or live with him. She was a free spirit that could not, would not be tied down. J'ar was the only connection that they had. He would come from a dare that lead to a bed then him in nine months. It would be for the love of him that would keep them together in the same city.
Jazz'meen was of the temples and she tended to them with care. She would travel from one to the next, but it would be E'Mor on bended knee begging her not to leave the Crown City. He knew she carrying a child and he wanted to give that child a chance, with that said she agreed. It was hard for her to do so, but she for did for E'Mor and little J'ar.
When J'ar was born the bells of the temples rang out. There would only be one birth after J'ar's birth that would be that celebrated. King E'Mor would stay with Jazz'meen for several months conducting business right from the temples. He wanted to make Jazz'meen understand that he was going to follow through with this. Jazz'meen's waunder lust was curved by E'Mor's simple touch and so she stayed there to raise their child as he had ask.
He grew quickly as most children do or that most parents thing that they do. His long blond hair and blue eyes were like that of Jazz'meen's. He had Jazz'meen's waunder lust, you could see it in his eyes. The ambishsion was there and true. E'Mor was so scared that he had lost his son the day he had lost Jazz'meen. How do you tell a child that his mother was murdered? He had feared that the light would never come back to J'ar again.
Jazz'meen came up missing for two weeks. Everyone told E'Mor that she had finally waundered on, but he knew in his heart that she did not. She promised to stay for him and their child. He kept the pressure on the City Guard to find her and when they did, it was truely a sad day for all the temples. Her bloody body was found or dumped on the steps of a lesser temple. The day was like the moment, clouded and rainy.
All contents of this page is Copyrighted March 2006,
By Laurlee Harbig
|
|