#zarmina

[yui-kimura]

zarina x carmina comm for @mallgothfrenzy :3

[multifandomfanficwriters]

Chapter 1

A/N: oooooooooooooooooooookay so this is....I don’t even know what to say soooo... enjoy! :3 (also English isn’t my native language)

Words: 1206 (okay this is better than the first one 😅😅)

Warnings: death, me not giving you the queen’s name lol

Wow, you’re still here! Well, I suppose you want me to get on with the stories, right? Okay, okay! Calm down! Before I start, however, I think you might want to know what you’re going to read. This is a story about a queen and a mother who lost everything they had in one day.

Horrified screams could be heard. The streets, bathed in blood. Buildings were on fire. Destruction was everywhere. 

The queen, last of her kind, fled Zarmina on a ship with whoever had survived the attack. She now stood, barely breathing, leaning against a wall, looking back at her destroyed home with tears in her eyes and a pained expression. 

-”My queen, we must do something! We can’t just leave Zarmina! What if someone else managed to survive?” Callisto, the queen’s trusted advisor, came closer once he made sure the ship was secure and they weren’t being followed. 

The queen slumped down, not having the energy to keep herself standing anymore. Callisto flung himself forward, catching her barely alive body before it hit the cold, metal floor of the ship. She rested her hear on his shoulder, life leaving her more and more with every breath she took.

-”Oh no...” Callisto said, barely above a whisper. This couldn’t be happenning, he thought. He had spent his whole life serving the queen. He had been there when she lost her family and friends in the Great War. He stood next to her despite all the hardships she went through. And from a simple servant he became her closest friend. That is why Callisto couldn’t imagine a world in which she didn’t exist. “Help! Medic! We need a medic!” He yelled behind him, hoping it wasn’t too late.

-“It is okay. I have lived a long life. I believe my time has finally come.” She said with a gentle, albeit sad smile and reached a hand up, pushing a few strands of his dark hair to the side. 

-“Don’t say that. Please…” Callisto uttered with blurred vision. He leaned into her touch. This gesture brought out old memories from when he was still young and unruly. Memories of the woman that laid in his arms, fussing around him, most of time times because of an injury he had gained during one of his “adventures” as the other servants used to call them. Memories of her, fixing his clothes before an important event. Memories that made his heart ache seeing her like this, so fragile, like she could break from the smallest movement.

He was about to say something when the queen held her hand up, silencing him. She was focused on something behind him. And when Callisto followed her gaze he saw a woman. A young woman with thorn clothes and patches of dirt covering her bright red skin, crying over a bundle in her arms. When he looked closer, he saw that what she was holding, was an infant, not more than a few months old perhaps. The child stood still, with closed eyes, not moving while its mother cried her eyes out above it. 

With whatever energy she had left, the queen crawled closer to the woman, which jumped surprised when she felt a comforting hand of her shoulder. Turning around she was even more surprised to see that the queen was the one who had come to her aid. 

A small crowd had gathered around them. Some there to help the queen as Callisto has demanded, others to see what caused their ruler’s interest.

The queen looked at the child and then back at its mother, wordlessly asking her if she could hold it. The woman hesitantly placed her dead baby girl in her leader’s hands, surprising her yet aging with the gentleness with which she handled the infant. 

Brushing her fingertips against the child’s temple, she help its head in her palm. Closing her eyes and leaning closer to the babe, a faint glow could be seen in the little spacethere was between them. At that, the mother of the infant gasped, covering her tearstained face with her hands, only her eyes peaking above her fingers. 

-“I believe that it is quite clear that I won’t last much.” The queen said quietly, but her voice was carried above her people, reaching even the ones who couldn’t see her. “From now forth, this shall be your queen.” She held the baby high, whose skin had started to warm up and regain its red hue identical to its mother’s. “Protect her, as she will one day lead you.” She handed the child back to its mother who pressed her little girl close to her chest and looked at her dying leader with gratitude and disbelief.

And with her last breaths she turned to a shocked Callisto who was on the verge of collapsing into a heap of tears much like the mother of the newly resurrected child.

-“Come here.” She beckoned him and he obliged, taking her in his arms. “Please, don’t cry. I want you to celebrate, for you now have a new queen. An opportunity for a new start.”

-“But what good would this new start be if you aren’t there to see it?” Callisto asked, barely managing to squeeze out the words through the lump in his throat.

The queen’s only answer was a gentle smile before her eyes closed, giving in to the sweet embace of death and her body going completely limp in his hands. A scream of agony left the man’s lips as he weeped above his queen’s dead body. She was everything to him, not only a leader, but a friend when he most needed one, a mother he never had, a ray of hope when everything seemed lost, a beacon of light which guided him through the darkness. She was the only family he had ever known. Losing her would have crushed him, if only she hadn’t left behind a part of herself, an heir. But she did.

His purpose was to protect the queen and that was exactly what he planned to do. Swallowing his tears and sorrow, he gently laid her lifeless body down and stood up in front of the still crying woman only to kneel, looking at the child. Right then it opened its eyes, eliciting a gasp from everyone who could see the heartbreaking scene unfold. One of the infant’s eyes was a bright blue, much like its mother’s. But what caused the surprise was the child’s other eye. It had a golden hue, the same as the deceased queen’s. The babe’s eyes landed on Callisto and she laughed, as if she recognized him, and reached out her small hand towards him. With a pained expression, he extended his hand and a small smile tugged at the corner of his lips when the child grasped one of his fingers.

-“Hello there, little one.” He whispered softly as if making any sound louder than that would scare her away.

The child, happy to have gained Callisto’s attention laughed and started chewing on his finger. Her mother, happy beyond belief, leaned down and planted a feathery kiss to her child’s temple.

-“My little morning star. My little queen.” The woman said lovingly as she watched her baby.

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[blucomelamarea]

Il giorno del giudizio griderò forte: ho abbandonato il mondo con il cuore pieno di speranza.

Rahila Muska, nom de plume di Zarmina, poetessa afghana suicidatasi dopo essere stata picchiata dagli uomini di casa perché sospettata di avere una relazione extraconiugale. Stava semplicemente sussurrando al telefono una poesia d'amore ad un'amica. Aveva 17 anni.

[writingsforwinter]

Dear Zarmina

Zarmina, a young female Afghan poet, was forbidden by her parents to marry the man she loved. She was a frequent caller to meetings at the Ministry of Women’s Affairs in Kabul, where she read her poems aloud over the phone to the other members present. One day when she was reading her love poems over the phone, she was caught by her family and beaten by her brothers as punishment. A few weeks later, Zarmina committed suicide as protest by setting herself on fire.

Zarmina, at night I see you hovering over my desk as I write,

burqa wreathed in gold, mouth opening like the ghost of a fish.

You leave ash behind instead of scales,

crisp edges from your notebooks scenting the room with darkness

like cinnamon peels.

When my mother cut my hair, it hurt. Not tender, just something she had to do,

trimming down to the bone.

I know your mother lied, Zarmina,

said it was an accident, that you loathed writing, loathed landai,

did not want an education.

I’d give myself up gladly to you, all 250 poems, all the loss and nerves,

each muscle wrapped in tissue like preserved flowers.

I’d let you take back what you never got to have.

My mother has no idea I once made love to a boy

in my bedroom as she slept only one floor below me,

rain the only sound we made besides muffled howls.

Maybe that’s a way of losing myself.

Zarmina, I know it wasn’t the fire you lost yourself in,

but the words.

You had no headstone.

No place for a goodbye to be inscribed, not even a poem.

Perhaps

you’re inside this one.

[alienpoet]

This isn't a fairy tale

“I am shouting but you don’t answer — One day you’ll look for me and I’ll be gone from this world.”by Zarmina

I write love poems to boys I haven't met yet In this world or the next. Life can be a fairy tale But behind closed doors and high walls the scary step mother can be your own mother and your family home can be the place your most alone. There are no dragons but your father can act like one and when its all said and done No prince will save you. In this land of Middle Eastern extremism A schism of thoughts and ideals Can't steal your words But can not steal your dreams There is no education for girls in this country No hero or heroine can save us from circumstances Beyond our control I will not lose my soul Or be crushed beneath the fist Of my family who caught me saying love poems over the phone When I have never even felt a kiss Two weeks ago my brothers beat me and tore up my notebooks of rhyme Oh how can it be a crime to write poetry or prose I suppose it can when life is a messed up fairy tale Without the happy ending So I will be a martyr I will burn like the sun My soul will rise Like Phoenix free, into freedom.

[juju-kun]

Idea

So yeah, Zarmina will pretty much be written as a fiction novel book, likely released as a ebook or PDF or whatever. But the idea is, this book will be released with its original soundtrack so you can listen to some fitting music while you read! How novel is it? Pun intended?

So yeah, once the book is almost done I'll mount myself a music team (also an art team because, well, I guess it's a must?) and they'll write music on each chapter of the book (depending of how long the book will be and how much music we will have, I guess), the idea is that each chapter will have its theme song, kinda like a video game...

So yeah, I guess it'll be a nice idea.

[juju-kun]

Fun facts about that novel I'm writing

Based on an idea I had for a videogame back in Summer 2012

Not a fanfic of anything, that is, new IP I made up!

The sci-fi setting mostly makes sense scientifically and is based on real scientific findings

Mostly because there will still be some fantastic elements such as magic, unicorns and furry creatures

I'm writing it in Notepad++ (Windows), nano or pluma (Linux) in .txt format because why not

Writing began in 2012, put on a shelf for a while then rebooted in 2014

The rebooted rough draft plan have been made on June 24th, 2014, then I decided I could write it into a novel that could be adapted into something else later

Writing began on July 12th, 2014

There is a few challenges, such as no concept of day... Gotta be interesting.

And that's pretty much it I guess... Stay tuned!

[juju-kun]

Thinking of that, I'll probably adapt Zarmina into a novel, finally. I already have about 256 words written. I'm kind of a slow writer and everything is distracting me, but I guess it's kinda fun...

And then I could be published, that would also be pretty fun :P