Ninlil (ladysky) wrote in history_dot_com, @ 2012-04-10 00:28:00 |
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Entry tags: | ~nergal, ~ninlil |
Dearest Hopes and Wishes - Ancient Sumer (Nergal)
Ninlil had always hoped to provide the best for her children. She aspired for them to be the best at what they were gifted with. She was born a simple maiden, ancient in a way, the daughter of great people but plain. Through Enlil's wanton actions which eventually lead to her loving him and then her marrying him... She became more than the maiden. More than Sud. She was Ninlil. Equal to her husband and maybe even slightly wiser than him. Though she would never say such aloud. They had wonderful children together, whom she loved more than life itself. But Ninlil was human in a way.
What she was witnessing was terrible. The land was scorched with fire. The land soaked in blood. It was the wind that called her here. The wind which doused the fire in places and spread it in others. Ninlil could not control it now. Tears were flooding her eyes because she knew. She felt him. He was everywhere and nowhere in sight at once.
This was Nergal's doing.
She loved her children, but she could not stand behind this. She had seen it coming, the boy had always had a taste for.. was this her fault? Could she have prevented it. She searched, moving as quick as the wind. From place to place for her boy. She had to find him, she had to stop this. If Enlil saw, oh what if they all knew? Her boy. She had followed Enlil down below and this was her doing was it not?
She had bore him into being. She shared in the fault. War. That was what they called this. Ninlil had no taste for it.
"Nergal!" She called, moving, switching places, flowing with the wind. Where as he?
"Nergal!"