Phiraz, 740 BC.
She could not remember that day, the day she was born. The sudden snap in the wheel of time. "Black eyes, black eyes", she would have heard, by muffled voices and screams, mingled with her own, that breath of life. We start dying the day we are born. A flower being born and plucked, and given away, as a gift, as a discarded beauty, as act of unwise compassion.
The Amber Wastes, 754 BC.
The Angel's wrath was on their land, they could just move and move, from source to other source. The shadows hiding more dangers than the burning sun, and the night offering the Angel's wrath. She helped with everything they asked, she learned respect, she learned not to fear. She loathed the Angel with all her heart, the divine injustice on her friends, her people, her family. She made tea. She was named Jasmine. And she hunted. And she learned. The hope and joy of life provided by a single drop of water, a tear of joy of real angels, not the fake ones like him. Diamabel. A name which was seldom spoken, not to attract his attention. Or his wrath. Winds of hope sweeped away by the dusty and sandy grains of the envious breath of the white-robed angels.
Village of Muhar, 763 BC.
All the slaves around, even less water than Pharazia, and an unknown destiny. Young, beautiful and servile. Camels and dates were asked for her and always more and more. She seemed precious. She was a wingless bird. A fallen real angel. Despair and dismay. Run, Jasmine, as you used to, she said to herself, run, just run. And she was unable to move. And for the first time she faltered, and prayed. The Mists replied.
Vallaki, 766 BC.
One year. Run Jasmine, run. She ran. A world of water yet with fake angels all around, all in white, even disguised as animals. She was scared, but recollecting her nomad pride. And strange beings, like the elves or the hins, real angels, she faltered again. She started making tea again with the new leaves she found. And working hard. Running and running, challenging the cold in her mink furs. Until that day in which she met his wrath. And she gave herself away. And she realised Diamabel had been watching her.