“Enslaved” Chapter Two
Chapter two
The Scent
Jen woke suddenly from her nap, her clothing drenched in sweat. Jen was confused, questions raced through her mind. Why she thought? Why had she dreamed of that a second time in a row? Memories she had blocked out long ago now flooded her thoughts. What was it that brought her memories back? There was something familiar, something she recognized from her past. Jen sat on the side of the bed and took a deep breath to calm herself. She suddenly looked up, that scent in the air, it was familiar to her. A sweet smell she remembered. Had it been that which brought back those painful memories she had blocked out of her mind.
Jen rose from the bed and slipped her feet into her slippers; the stone floor was too chilly for her bare feet. She pulled her robe over her shoulders and walked through the open doors onto the balcony, stopping at the railing. The view was lovely; it was early evening just a little before dark. Jen had been napping just before dinner time. She lifted her head and gazed upon the three moons. The colors they cast on the horizon were intense, such brilliant shades of orange and red. It was hard to imagine that anything this beautiful could be recreated by an artist mixing colors onto a canvas. Jen had tried several times to paint this view but the colors would never come out just right.
There was a slight cool breeze on the air that evening. That sweet scent drifting in the breeze that evening caught her attention; she turned to face in the direction of the wind, trying to place that scent. What is that scent? She asked herself. It is so familiar, but I can’t place it. Jen lifted her head and gazed back at the three moons slowly rising. She closed her eyes inhaling the scent deeply. Emptying her thoughts of everything else, she breathed in the sweet smell, and studied it familiarity. Painful memories clouded her mind as her thoughts drifted to the past. Jen relaxed and studied the things in her memory for the one of that sweat aroma. The image of a small meadow appeared in her thoughts. Jen saw herself walking down a familiar path with her best friend and slave sister Sarah. Sarah always joined Jen on their walks down that path in the early mornings. The path they took wound through a small field and continued into a forested area of tall dark green fur trees. As they walked along the path, Jen and Sarah would often talk. Other times they would just walk in silence, seeking the comfort of that peaceful mesmerizing place. A few hundred yards into the forest a small animal trail broke off from the main path, a trail made by years of game animals, deer, foxes, rabbits and even an occasional bear, moving through the forest. Jen and Sarah would turn down the game trail and walk a couple hundred yards down the path. The path opened onto a small clearing in the forest, a beautiful meadow appeared at the end of that trail. The animals that traveled down this path were heading to that same meadow with its sweet mosses, tall sweet tender patches of grass, and a small stream running through the center of the meadow feed by a fresh water spring. The girls often noticed that the animals would even munch on some of the Lilac blossoms. Jen figured it was mostly the bears ate the blossoms.
Jen stood there on her chamber balcony, closing her eyes and concentrated on that familiar place from her past. Jen inhaled deeply that sweet scent in the air. Her mind drifted back to the lovely meadow. She remembered how the floor of that small meadow was covered with thick lush green moss. When they reached the meadow they would slip off their shoes and walk barefoot over the thick moss, it was like walking on velvet to their bare feet. They both headed for the center of the meadow and lay down in the soft moss. Looking up the two gazed at the huge bushes surrounding them; there were a dozens of them. Large thick Lilac bush’s with there branches heavily loaded down in thick masses of blossoms, drooping almost to the ground. The colors were brilliant shades of purple and the palest soft pink one could imagine. All Jen and Sarah had to do was reach a hand up to pick clumps of the luscious blossoms. Jen would lye there closing her eyes inhaling the sweet scent of the blooms. That was it; that sweet scent of the Lilac bush’s in bloom. That was the scent in the breeze that was so familiar. Jen closed her eyes and brought back that peaceful image to her mind.
Jen opened her eyes and gazed back onto the rising moons and smiled finally remembering what that lovely scent was in her memory. She had consciously blocked out the years she spent at the villa, of the man she was forced to call, Master RasK. She shook her head and tried to forget those not so distant years of her past, but it was no use, she remembered it all. The scent of the Lilacs had brought them all back. Her mind raced too fast, flooded with those terrifying memories. If only she could block out the bad memories and only remember the ones of places where she felt peace and happiness, like those morning in that small meadow with Sarah and those sweat Lilac’s.
Written by:
Asha`di
2009 2010©
Asha`di
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