This was my first foray into Flash Fiction. It is based on characters created by W.A. McDonald. Hope you enjoy.
The only thing Ventus-Ver II could see was the empty eyes of her mentor. Throngs of Lords, their sons, and guests filled the Church of Earth First, but she was oblivious to them all.
“Why did you leave me?” She whispered.
She then cast her eyes about the expansive room, taking note of all those who came to pay homage to the departed High Priestess. None of them here because they cared. Only because it was their duty.
Well I am High Priestess now! Ventus-Ver thought bitterly. She could strip them all of their rank and title. Send everyone one of them out an air lock.
Then her eyes locked on a young Lords. His eyes captured her attention. She saw herself reflected in his soft blue eyes. It was as if she knew him. But, that was impossible, there are no men in the Church.
The sound of a throat clearing pulled her back.
She glanced irritably at Lord Kwikrip before refocusing on the silvery eyes of Unda-Hiems III…her predecessor…her mentor. Three hundred years of High Priestess’ and Ventus-Ver II, will be the youngest.
“I am too young to be High Priestess.” She whispered quietly, tears stinging her eyes. “Who do I turn to now?”
Since becoming High Priestess, chaos overshadowed the solar system. First, rumors of the mining colony wanting their independence. Now, the infidels that infest that broken old city fired up an old power plant.
Why do they still exist? The Exodus was supposed to rid Mother Earth of all human defilement.
Still, the infestation persists.
Today’s mission was a great success. Some of her council argued against it. Nevertheless, under the guidance of young Captain Trevi Tyminsk, the power plant is no more, and Mother Earth is no worse for wear.
As Ventus-Ver looked at holovids of the mission, recognition registered in her mind. His eyes! It’s the young Lord from Unda-Hiems sendoff ceremony. Ventus-Ver paused the video, and relished in those unfamiliar feelings for several minutes before coming to a decision.
“It is time to meet this young Lord.” She whispered to herself as she gazed into his eyes.
Within days of the young Lords return to the Moon, the House of Commons proposed some silly law to hunt down, and exterminate the infidels’ that still plagued Mother Earth.
Now, she wasn’t sure, when she could summon the young Lord, or why.
Then, she was struck by an epiphany. She would consult in him. Use his knowledge as the leader of a successful mission against the infidels. Now she can finally meet the man who so thoroughly captured her attention.
Like a rag doll, Ventus-Ver let her knees buckle as the door to her chambers closed, ending her meeting with the young Lord Trevi. From the moment, he walked into her office, and his eyes met hers, they were lost to each other.
She could sense that even though he desired her, initially he was resistant.
Was there someone else? She bristled at the thought. No, there couldn’t be. Before leaving, he promised that one day they would forever be together. No man, with his heart belonging to another would make such a promise.
Doubt blossomed within her as she realized how naive she was in matters of the heart.
“No!” she whispered. Trevi is mine, and we will be together.