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Here is Chapter Two of my AU story 'The Trial of the Sun'. Not too long, so enjoy!
Title: - The Trial of the Sun
Chapter: - Two
Author: - Valiantfan
Pairing: - Orlando/Dominic/Elijah
Rating: - NC17 eventually
Warnings: - None.
Disclaimer: - Total fiction
Summary: - An AU fantasy. Orlando is a Gypsy outsider, Dominic is a 'pure blood' aristocrat,(and a hermaphrodite) and Elijah is an albino (temporarily) and the spanner in the works! I have taken liberties with spellings, just for effect, but I’m sure you’ll recognise everyone
My childhood came to an abrupt halt one morning when I woke up with stomach cramps and felt blood between my legs. I screamed. It sounds weak and foolish to admit that, but I was convinced that I was dying. Both Hennara, my nurse, and my mother had become so used to the idea that I was male that they had given no thought to warning me in advance. My scream brought Hennara rushing in; she took one look and ran for my mother.
I heard my mother before I saw her. All the way along the corridor she was taking Hennara to task.
“You said nothing to him? You ran straight to me? Hennara, you are a fool!”
If it had been an ordinary servant I suppose she might have been treated badly for her mistake, but Hennara was family. She was a cousin of my mothers who had lost all her wealth, gambled away by a beloved but feckless husband. My mother had saved her from her debtors by buying her house, having no wish to see any property leave the family and go to foreign moneylenders. She was not being remotely altruistic in this action. The house was now the home of my eldest sister and her new family. Hennara became my nurse, although officially she was ‘helping’ her cousin Mara. It would not do for a pure-blood woman to be seen to be working as a servant to another.
“Hennara,” I once asked her. “Where is your husband?”
She never answered but her eyes filled with tears, which shocked me so much – I was very young – that I never mentioned him again. Later I found that he had vanished in disgrace. ‘Run off with a gipsy’ was the phrase used, but that meant nothing in particular. It was an expression to convey that a person was beyond redemption.
It seems cruel to be thankful for her misfortunes, but as a child I was. I loved my Hennara deeply. Far more, I fear, than my mother, who was too involved in her many business interests to pay much attention to the smaller matters involved in child-rearing – the bathing of a hurt knee, the soothing of night-time fears.
“Dominik!” my mother murmured as she entered. “My poor dear!”
It was meant to be comforting, but by then I was past such small actions. Hennara’s swift exit had convinced me I was seriously ill, and I was curled up on my bed, a sheet stuffed between my legs, and tears streaming down my face.
******
“You’re late!” said Orlahndo, his voice gruff.
It was the day of our third meeting and I had been kept behind at archery practice. Not that I was poor – it was my best discipline - but Derren the archery master saw me as a possible winner in the trials at the Midsummer Festival. He kept me practising until my bow fingers were bleeding, some days.
“I come and go as I please!” I answered, rather nettled by the tone of his words as much as anything. I felt accused, and didn’t like that.
“Of course you do!” Orlahndo was sitting on the steps with his arms wrapped around his knees. “And I am the last person you would consider.”
I sensed that more than my lateness was bothering him. “What is it?” I asked. “Has something happened?”
“Why should you care?” he muttered, but he began to look uncomfortable.
“Of course I care!” I sat down beside him. “We are friends, aren’t we?”
“Are we?”
“Why… yes, we are.” It surprised me to have said it, but having spoken the words I knew they were true.
“Perhaps, then, you would tell me your name?” He kept his eyes on the floor as he spoke, and when I giggled his head jerked up. “Do I amuse you? Is that why you keep coming? Do you laugh about me with your friends?”
“Well, yes… no…this is silly!”
“Thank you!” He stood and reached to pick up his bag.
“No, no, not you. You are not silly! The situation! I just forgot that I hadn’t told you at first. Sit down again.”
“Is that an order?”
“No!” I was getting angry myself but I tried to speak calmly. “Please.”
He sat down beside me. “Sorry!” he muttered. “Some boys, they were annoying me in the market square today. Throwing money at me, rather than in my box, and then running in and snatching it back. Put me in a bad temper, I suppose.”
“I’m sorry for their bad behaviour,” I said, putting an arm around his shoulder and drawing him close. “And my name is Dominik.” We had not touched since that very first meeting, when he had cupped my cheek and sent tingles down my spine. My action was unconsidered, a natural way to extend comfort, and once it was done it seemed bad mannered to pull back.
“Dom-in-ik,” he said, as if trying it out on his tongue. He turned and stared at me. Our faces were uncomfortably close.
“My friends call me Nik, or… or Nikky.” I was beginning to stutter, but it was unnerving, feeling his warm breath on my cheek.
“I shall call you Dom,” he said, “Because I am not like your other friends.”
“Y… yes. Er… yes, if you… if you wish!”
“I wish. I do wish.” He was whispering, now, which worried me still further. “Shall I tell you what I wish?”
“Yes. Please!” There was a squeak at the end of this word, which embarrassed me, but he did not seem to notice.
“Dom?” He reached a hand out and traced a line down my cheek with one finger. “I want…please…may I kiss you?”
*******
My mother sent Hennara off to summon the doctor, then sat beside me and pulled me into an embrace.
“You mustn’t worry, Nikky,” she murmured. She was trying to sound motherly so I tried to respond by leaning against her, but it was awkward for us both. “This will all be sorted soon. It’s quite normal, you know. It’s the girl side of you showing itself, that’s all.”
When I did not answer she turned me to face her. “You know you are… different… don’t you?”
I wanted to shout ‘no!’ very loudly at her. Because of course I knew; I knew from the first time I saw other boys swimming naked in a pool, and I had never swum since. I pretended to be afraid of water, and since it was not considered an important accomplishment – we were far from the river – no one asked further. But no one had ever told me about this difference. Perhaps Hennara thought my mother should explain, and my mother thought Hennara would do it, and certainly my father never spoke to me of personal matters if he could avoid it.
It was left to my best friend Ellija to actually tell me what the difference meant, and if he did not already hold a place in my heart he would have had my undying love for never telling another soul. Well, almost never.
The doctor came and glanced at me. I knew him well, naturally; he had attended all my childhood ailments. I often wondered why he, a foreigner, was so relaxed and plain speaking with my mother, but I realise now that he held a family secret which gave him some power. Once he had realised he was not to be knifed in some alley, of course.
“I did warn you of this possibility,” he told my mother. “He is, what, twelve years old?” He shook his head.
“What can be done?” whispered my mother. She was a loud woman, so that I could still hear.
“Well…perhaps a small operation? He could become a girl quite easily.”
While my mother digested this information he came over to me and removed the sheets.
“Tell me, Dominik,” he asked, examining me carefully, “when you pass water, where does it come from?”
“Here,” I said, pointing to my penis.
“Oh dear!” he muttered. “Perhaps not so small an operation. And has anything…” he leaned closer so my mother could not hear, “ has anything…else come out of here?”
I blushed, and looked down at the bed.
“Something… sticky?”
“Yes!” I snapped. “And I do know what it is, doctor.” It was a new phenomenon on which Ellija and I had compared notes.
“Hmm!” the doctor turned back to my mother.
“It seems both aspects of…er… sexuality are functioning, madam.”
“But what does that mean?” I could tell my mother was losing patience and so did the doctor.
“If this continues, he will develop in both ways.” He waved his arms across his chest. “Both ways.”
“He will grow breasts!” squeaked my mother.
The doctor nodded, and looked towards her own anatomy. All the women in our family were well endowed, and the inference was obvious.
Other Chapter and Prologue here.
The Trial of the Sun
Title: - The Trial of the Sun
Chapter: - Two
Author: - Valiantfan
Pairing: - Orlando/Dominic/Elijah
Rating: - NC17 eventually
Warnings: - None.
Disclaimer: - Total fiction
Summary: - An AU fantasy. Orlando is a Gypsy outsider, Dominic is a 'pure blood' aristocrat,(and a hermaphrodite) and Elijah is an albino (temporarily) and the spanner in the works! I have taken liberties with spellings, just for effect, but I’m sure you’ll recognise everyone
My childhood came to an abrupt halt one morning when I woke up with stomach cramps and felt blood between my legs. I screamed. It sounds weak and foolish to admit that, but I was convinced that I was dying. Both Hennara, my nurse, and my mother had become so used to the idea that I was male that they had given no thought to warning me in advance. My scream brought Hennara rushing in; she took one look and ran for my mother.
I heard my mother before I saw her. All the way along the corridor she was taking Hennara to task.
“You said nothing to him? You ran straight to me? Hennara, you are a fool!”
If it had been an ordinary servant I suppose she might have been treated badly for her mistake, but Hennara was family. She was a cousin of my mothers who had lost all her wealth, gambled away by a beloved but feckless husband. My mother had saved her from her debtors by buying her house, having no wish to see any property leave the family and go to foreign moneylenders. She was not being remotely altruistic in this action. The house was now the home of my eldest sister and her new family. Hennara became my nurse, although officially she was ‘helping’ her cousin Mara. It would not do for a pure-blood woman to be seen to be working as a servant to another.
“Hennara,” I once asked her. “Where is your husband?”
She never answered but her eyes filled with tears, which shocked me so much – I was very young – that I never mentioned him again. Later I found that he had vanished in disgrace. ‘Run off with a gipsy’ was the phrase used, but that meant nothing in particular. It was an expression to convey that a person was beyond redemption.
It seems cruel to be thankful for her misfortunes, but as a child I was. I loved my Hennara deeply. Far more, I fear, than my mother, who was too involved in her many business interests to pay much attention to the smaller matters involved in child-rearing – the bathing of a hurt knee, the soothing of night-time fears.
“Dominik!” my mother murmured as she entered. “My poor dear!”
It was meant to be comforting, but by then I was past such small actions. Hennara’s swift exit had convinced me I was seriously ill, and I was curled up on my bed, a sheet stuffed between my legs, and tears streaming down my face.
******
“You’re late!” said Orlahndo, his voice gruff.
It was the day of our third meeting and I had been kept behind at archery practice. Not that I was poor – it was my best discipline - but Derren the archery master saw me as a possible winner in the trials at the Midsummer Festival. He kept me practising until my bow fingers were bleeding, some days.
“I come and go as I please!” I answered, rather nettled by the tone of his words as much as anything. I felt accused, and didn’t like that.
“Of course you do!” Orlahndo was sitting on the steps with his arms wrapped around his knees. “And I am the last person you would consider.”
I sensed that more than my lateness was bothering him. “What is it?” I asked. “Has something happened?”
“Why should you care?” he muttered, but he began to look uncomfortable.
“Of course I care!” I sat down beside him. “We are friends, aren’t we?”
“Are we?”
“Why… yes, we are.” It surprised me to have said it, but having spoken the words I knew they were true.
“Perhaps, then, you would tell me your name?” He kept his eyes on the floor as he spoke, and when I giggled his head jerked up. “Do I amuse you? Is that why you keep coming? Do you laugh about me with your friends?”
“Well, yes… no…this is silly!”
“Thank you!” He stood and reached to pick up his bag.
“No, no, not you. You are not silly! The situation! I just forgot that I hadn’t told you at first. Sit down again.”
“Is that an order?”
“No!” I was getting angry myself but I tried to speak calmly. “Please.”
He sat down beside me. “Sorry!” he muttered. “Some boys, they were annoying me in the market square today. Throwing money at me, rather than in my box, and then running in and snatching it back. Put me in a bad temper, I suppose.”
“I’m sorry for their bad behaviour,” I said, putting an arm around his shoulder and drawing him close. “And my name is Dominik.” We had not touched since that very first meeting, when he had cupped my cheek and sent tingles down my spine. My action was unconsidered, a natural way to extend comfort, and once it was done it seemed bad mannered to pull back.
“Dom-in-ik,” he said, as if trying it out on his tongue. He turned and stared at me. Our faces were uncomfortably close.
“My friends call me Nik, or… or Nikky.” I was beginning to stutter, but it was unnerving, feeling his warm breath on my cheek.
“I shall call you Dom,” he said, “Because I am not like your other friends.”
“Y… yes. Er… yes, if you… if you wish!”
“I wish. I do wish.” He was whispering, now, which worried me still further. “Shall I tell you what I wish?”
“Yes. Please!” There was a squeak at the end of this word, which embarrassed me, but he did not seem to notice.
“Dom?” He reached a hand out and traced a line down my cheek with one finger. “I want…please…may I kiss you?”
*******
My mother sent Hennara off to summon the doctor, then sat beside me and pulled me into an embrace.
“You mustn’t worry, Nikky,” she murmured. She was trying to sound motherly so I tried to respond by leaning against her, but it was awkward for us both. “This will all be sorted soon. It’s quite normal, you know. It’s the girl side of you showing itself, that’s all.”
When I did not answer she turned me to face her. “You know you are… different… don’t you?”
I wanted to shout ‘no!’ very loudly at her. Because of course I knew; I knew from the first time I saw other boys swimming naked in a pool, and I had never swum since. I pretended to be afraid of water, and since it was not considered an important accomplishment – we were far from the river – no one asked further. But no one had ever told me about this difference. Perhaps Hennara thought my mother should explain, and my mother thought Hennara would do it, and certainly my father never spoke to me of personal matters if he could avoid it.
It was left to my best friend Ellija to actually tell me what the difference meant, and if he did not already hold a place in my heart he would have had my undying love for never telling another soul. Well, almost never.
The doctor came and glanced at me. I knew him well, naturally; he had attended all my childhood ailments. I often wondered why he, a foreigner, was so relaxed and plain speaking with my mother, but I realise now that he held a family secret which gave him some power. Once he had realised he was not to be knifed in some alley, of course.
“I did warn you of this possibility,” he told my mother. “He is, what, twelve years old?” He shook his head.
“What can be done?” whispered my mother. She was a loud woman, so that I could still hear.
“Well…perhaps a small operation? He could become a girl quite easily.”
While my mother digested this information he came over to me and removed the sheets.
“Tell me, Dominik,” he asked, examining me carefully, “when you pass water, where does it come from?”
“Here,” I said, pointing to my penis.
“Oh dear!” he muttered. “Perhaps not so small an operation. And has anything…” he leaned closer so my mother could not hear, “ has anything…else come out of here?”
I blushed, and looked down at the bed.
“Something… sticky?”
“Yes!” I snapped. “And I do know what it is, doctor.” It was a new phenomenon on which Ellija and I had compared notes.
“Hmm!” the doctor turned back to my mother.
“It seems both aspects of…er… sexuality are functioning, madam.”
“But what does that mean?” I could tell my mother was losing patience and so did the doctor.
“If this continues, he will develop in both ways.” He waved his arms across his chest. “Both ways.”
“He will grow breasts!” squeaked my mother.
The doctor nodded, and looked towards her own anatomy. All the women in our family were well endowed, and the inference was obvious.
Other Chapter and Prologue here.
The Trial of the Sun
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This story is so unexpected, so bizarre and wonderful.
I'm genuinely looking forward to continuing this particular journey.
Thanks so much for sharing this with us!
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