A BOOK OF SCROLLS: THE RAPE OF MY'NIRAH

THE RAPE OF MY'NIRAH

From the unseen realm, spiritually peopled with the Armud there came one named Mynirah, the aspect of ‘Beauty’. For she greatly desired to experienced what the gods had brought into being and so took upon herself mortal flesh. After traversing the entirety of Midgeon she had utterly fallen in love with all she had come across, finding the nature of gardens her most favorite. Looking skyward through the mingling of tree limbs she told her brother, Mortesin, Lord of Health, “Experiencing is far different than all our planning, for in its fullness there is true wealth.” With that she lay down her mortal body in a deep slumber.

Not long there after a young man came to tend the garden as had become his custom. Upon seeing the naked woman, thinly veiled only in a gossamer-web of pale blue, but unable to arouse her he became spellbound by her beauty. Long was his time spent adoring her fair form till at last his lust drove him to have intercourse with the sleeping woman. With his desires fulfilled he was suddenly consumed with shame and regret and quickly fled from that park beside the inland sea.

Being fully rested the awakened woman instantly realized her mortal flesh was no longer pure but defiled against her will. At once she sought out who would have shamefully abused her in such a manner but found none in all the places she searched.

Being of the Armud she dissipated back unto that realm and called others to her aid as then and there her wrath fell upon the pools, streams and seas being changed into the stench of blood! After three days with none coming forth to confess themselves, she continued in her distress. In the temple of Lyndol, the Armud inhabited her statue causing the stone to come to life before her priest, demanding justice to be call by them, “Tell that one who raped my incarnated form to return to that place in the Garden of Fellagross and face may retribution in person!”

When none came to confess, the Armudian Goddess once again caused her indignation to be felt across the land. For three days a blinding sandstorm covered Eriduah thus founding a desert wasted in a once fertile land. When still no one came before the priests a destructive horde of gnats swarmed plains near the bay.

Shuma, the young offender ran unto his father and confessed all he had done because of his lust and how he ran away in fear. The old man told his son to, “Go unto your brothers in the cover of the cities and pray this plague is lifted from us soon.”

Seeing she was having no results from her rage the mortal woman forsook again her flesh and returned as one of the Armud in the spirit realm of the unseen. To Vidma, the lord of her kin she desired advise in the matter. To which, he said, “Mortals play little part in the affair of the larger things to the good of our Father Alno’illmana. But in the tiny affairs are they like ripples upon the great sea of deeds.”

Pondering this she replied, “So be it. These are but momentary discomforts to them; be subsided – for such folly of disrespect shall they all be made to feel. Such are the ripples of my lasting disfavor upon them be remembered!” At that Mynirah waved her hand over the creation of Silva, the wife of Vidma who understood but was saddened to see sickness and disease came upon Men of that realm.

Seven days later the son of Shudra, Shuma came to the priest of Lyndol, covered with boils and weeping he confessed his behavior. Jumal, the head of that temple demanded, “You must return to that very place where you defiled that stranger for in truth, she was no woman at all but Armudian Goddess in the disguise of mortal flesh! Cursed have you made us all for your lust against her. On us was her hand, in an attempt to find you out, now go!”

The young man did as he was instructed and returned to the place. He cried aloud, “Not least of which for my bleeding boils, but for the sorrow in my heart for my miss deeds against you, oh unseen Goddess of Beauty, forgive them for my lust.” Shuma cried in that place for three days, when he looked up his body was no longer cover in sores. Suddenly emerging from that treelined garden was the same, blue-gowned woman, only this time she held a babe in arms.

“From your dreadful lack of control in falling against me I have birthed your son. He is so named Ibimus, meaning ‘Smoke-Serpent’. For in your stealth of deceit you shall be made to bear the consequences of your folly in spilling your seed in such a manner.” With that she handed the child over to him, then like candle smoke stood before the man no longer as she had vanished from his sight.

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