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Hey guys. I'm still going to continue with The Holy War, but my teacher offered me extra credit if I could turn my project on a female version of The Odyssey into a short story. I couldn't turn it up. I hope you enjoy it.
Constantinople was a city of strife. With the new Arabic presence, unrest was amidst within the European section of the city. Still, Muslim influence spread rapidly through the city, a disease to the Europeans, but a blessing to the Arabs. Dome-shaped Mosques sprang through the city seemingly overnight. Christian symbols were taken down, replaced by the Crescent.
A single woman walked down the narrow streets, her head down. She wore a long, white robe. When she let her dark brown eyes look forward, one could see a long strip of white cloth covering her mouth, the hood of her cowl reaching down to her nose. Underneath the article of clothing laid wiry muscles.
She made her way to a large building, its steeple nearly touching the sky. The woman looked up at the top, the storm clouds gathering around it. No rain fell from the black pieces of cotton in the sky. A clap of thunder, however, broke the silence of the city. An enormous lightning bolt came from the sky, striking the tower.
A feeling overcame the woman. Not fear, but a feeling as though she should investigate. She ran into the tower. She looked up, the staircase spiraling for what seemed like miles. With a sigh, she began to climb.
A woman stood atop the tower. The Galata Tower, she knew. She held a long, thin sword in the air. Lightning crackled around it as she chanted. Her Priestess robes violently waved in the wind. Her chants became louder as the clouds grew darker, the thunder louder.
Her dark skin seemed darker as the sun hid behind the sinister-looking clouds. Her eyes looked at the book she held in her free hand, its texts written in a language that time had long forgotten and left behind.
As the crackle of thunder blotted out the words she spoke, a bolt of lightning came and struck her sword. For a split second, a cold sweat broke out on the woman; she feared that she was to die. She lowered her sword directly in front of her, and heaved a sigh of relief. The lightning redirected to the wall in front of her. Before her was a black vortex.
At first, nothing happened. Then, four figures emerged from the vortex. She glanced over each entity, her eyes growing wide. “You are not gods, you are-“
“Be silent!” an entity hissed between his teeth. He pounced on her, his fangs bared.
The curious woman poked her head up as she reached the final step. She let out a gasp as she saw the scene. Her sister lay there, bloodied, and weakened. She ran to her, caressing her cheek. “Sister,” she breathed, the tears beginning to form around the corners of her eyes.
“Adiba,” she rasped. “You must leave. Now. Don’t look back.”
“I can’t leave you,” Adiba sobbed. Her sister let out small gasps of breath, searching for as much oxygen as her pierced lungs would allow. “Tell me who did this, sister.”
Adiba never received a reply. Her sister turned her head to the side, her eyes glazed. The sword in her hand fell with a loud clatter. Adiba held it in her hand, violently sobbing. The tears fell on her sister’s corpse, dampening her bloody clothes.
“Drop the sword,” a voice commanded. Adiba turned to face the voice, her hand gripping the sword. Before her was a large, demonic figure. Fur bristled and teeth bared, his red eyes stared at Adiba, disdain evident. His claws held onto the tower, the demon a quarter the size of the structure. His snout was inches from Adiba, his ears pricked, listening to every noise. His canine features also boasted feral ones.
Adiba turned and sprinted back down the tower, the wolf-like demon’s paw just barely missing the Arab girl. She descended the stairs as fast as she could, skipping steps as frequently as she could. With every window came opportunity for the demon to strike. His paw would stick into the tower, claws sheathed. Many times she would duck under the paw, but other times she would slash at it, drawing blood.
She finally reached the bottom of the tower and headed for the exit. There, however, was the head of the great beast itself. The opening was large enough for his entire head to fit through, and open its enormous mouth. He let out a loud roar, revealing rows of sharp teeth. Adiba backed away for a moment, unsure of what course of action to take. She couldn’t escape. She could only fight back.
She slowly made her way to the side of his snout, testing to see if he could move in either direction. Tried as he might, he couldn’t move his head to either side. She held the sword high in the air, and plunged it deep into the beast’s snout.
A cacophonous roar pierced the air as the sword split through his flesh. Adiba twisted the blade, resulting in further vociferations. She took the blade out just as the beast withdrew from the tower. She made her way stealthily out of the tower, careful to make as little noise as possible.
She scanned the area, hoping not to see the oversized canine waiting for her. Satisfied with his absence, she leaned against the tower and examined the sword. It shone a bright blue, even as it was covered in scarlet blood.
She felt something hit the top of her head. It felt like a liquid of sorts; a warmer liquid. It dripped down her cheek, and she put her finger to the liquid. When she examined the liquid, it was the same shade of red as was on the blade. With a great sense of dread, she looked up.
There looking down at her was the wolf. His claws were embedded into the tower, and he was snarling. He leaped down at her with great speed. Adiba thought she had never run so fast when she had descended down the stairs, but she felt a second wind come over her as she scrambled away from the beast’s descent.
The wolf hit the ground head-first, Adiba untouched. With a whimper, his neck snapped, but he still lived. His head awkwardly on its side, he snarled at Adiba, the contempt in his stare. His stomach was entirely exposed, unable to move. Adiba sprinted at the demon, climbing on to the beast. She sent her sword through the demonic entity, dragging it down as she jumped off of the beast’s body and onto the ground.
The caterwaul of the beast was loud, leaving Adiba’s ears ringing long after he stopped. He still clung to life desperately, however. Knowing his death was near; Adiba began to question the powerful canine. “Why did you kill my sister?”
“She had something I wanted,” he replied, staring at Adiba’s sword. “But it is now in your possession. My brethren will see to it that you die just as your sister did.” He smiled – something that astonished Adiba. “You don’t understand the power that the sword contains.”
“Then teach me of its power while you still breathe,” she pressed on.
“There is not enough time for such things. It is not meant for human hands. It will be,” he looked onward. Adiba turned in the direction, but could not see what he was staring at. It was as though the beast was looking far beyond what Adiba could hope to see. “Corrupted,” he finally finished once he snapped out of his trance.
“You hold little regard for humans,” Adiba observed.
“Why should I? We came to your world, and showed you our abilities as superior beings. You worshipped us as gods. You and your sister still do,” he sneered. “Humans are weak, ignorant, and gullible. Technology is magic to your kind. Perhaps in a few centuries you won’t be such a pitiful race.”
“What are you talking about?” Adiba continued, but it was too late. The wolf-like demon had already died. His face was perpetually curled into a smile.
***
Chapter 1
Chapter 1
Constantinople was a city of strife. With the new Arabic presence, unrest was amidst within the European section of the city. Still, Muslim influence spread rapidly through the city, a disease to the Europeans, but a blessing to the Arabs. Dome-shaped Mosques sprang through the city seemingly overnight. Christian symbols were taken down, replaced by the Crescent.
A single woman walked down the narrow streets, her head down. She wore a long, white robe. When she let her dark brown eyes look forward, one could see a long strip of white cloth covering her mouth, the hood of her cowl reaching down to her nose. Underneath the article of clothing laid wiry muscles.
She made her way to a large building, its steeple nearly touching the sky. The woman looked up at the top, the storm clouds gathering around it. No rain fell from the black pieces of cotton in the sky. A clap of thunder, however, broke the silence of the city. An enormous lightning bolt came from the sky, striking the tower.
A feeling overcame the woman. Not fear, but a feeling as though she should investigate. She ran into the tower. She looked up, the staircase spiraling for what seemed like miles. With a sigh, she began to climb.
***
A woman stood atop the tower. The Galata Tower, she knew. She held a long, thin sword in the air. Lightning crackled around it as she chanted. Her Priestess robes violently waved in the wind. Her chants became louder as the clouds grew darker, the thunder louder.
Her dark skin seemed darker as the sun hid behind the sinister-looking clouds. Her eyes looked at the book she held in her free hand, its texts written in a language that time had long forgotten and left behind.
As the crackle of thunder blotted out the words she spoke, a bolt of lightning came and struck her sword. For a split second, a cold sweat broke out on the woman; she feared that she was to die. She lowered her sword directly in front of her, and heaved a sigh of relief. The lightning redirected to the wall in front of her. Before her was a black vortex.
At first, nothing happened. Then, four figures emerged from the vortex. She glanced over each entity, her eyes growing wide. “You are not gods, you are-“
“Be silent!” an entity hissed between his teeth. He pounced on her, his fangs bared.
***
The curious woman poked her head up as she reached the final step. She let out a gasp as she saw the scene. Her sister lay there, bloodied, and weakened. She ran to her, caressing her cheek. “Sister,” she breathed, the tears beginning to form around the corners of her eyes.
“Adiba,” she rasped. “You must leave. Now. Don’t look back.”
“I can’t leave you,” Adiba sobbed. Her sister let out small gasps of breath, searching for as much oxygen as her pierced lungs would allow. “Tell me who did this, sister.”
Adiba never received a reply. Her sister turned her head to the side, her eyes glazed. The sword in her hand fell with a loud clatter. Adiba held it in her hand, violently sobbing. The tears fell on her sister’s corpse, dampening her bloody clothes.
“Drop the sword,” a voice commanded. Adiba turned to face the voice, her hand gripping the sword. Before her was a large, demonic figure. Fur bristled and teeth bared, his red eyes stared at Adiba, disdain evident. His claws held onto the tower, the demon a quarter the size of the structure. His snout was inches from Adiba, his ears pricked, listening to every noise. His canine features also boasted feral ones.
Adiba turned and sprinted back down the tower, the wolf-like demon’s paw just barely missing the Arab girl. She descended the stairs as fast as she could, skipping steps as frequently as she could. With every window came opportunity for the demon to strike. His paw would stick into the tower, claws sheathed. Many times she would duck under the paw, but other times she would slash at it, drawing blood.
She finally reached the bottom of the tower and headed for the exit. There, however, was the head of the great beast itself. The opening was large enough for his entire head to fit through, and open its enormous mouth. He let out a loud roar, revealing rows of sharp teeth. Adiba backed away for a moment, unsure of what course of action to take. She couldn’t escape. She could only fight back.
She slowly made her way to the side of his snout, testing to see if he could move in either direction. Tried as he might, he couldn’t move his head to either side. She held the sword high in the air, and plunged it deep into the beast’s snout.
A cacophonous roar pierced the air as the sword split through his flesh. Adiba twisted the blade, resulting in further vociferations. She took the blade out just as the beast withdrew from the tower. She made her way stealthily out of the tower, careful to make as little noise as possible.
She scanned the area, hoping not to see the oversized canine waiting for her. Satisfied with his absence, she leaned against the tower and examined the sword. It shone a bright blue, even as it was covered in scarlet blood.
She felt something hit the top of her head. It felt like a liquid of sorts; a warmer liquid. It dripped down her cheek, and she put her finger to the liquid. When she examined the liquid, it was the same shade of red as was on the blade. With a great sense of dread, she looked up.
There looking down at her was the wolf. His claws were embedded into the tower, and he was snarling. He leaped down at her with great speed. Adiba thought she had never run so fast when she had descended down the stairs, but she felt a second wind come over her as she scrambled away from the beast’s descent.
The wolf hit the ground head-first, Adiba untouched. With a whimper, his neck snapped, but he still lived. His head awkwardly on its side, he snarled at Adiba, the contempt in his stare. His stomach was entirely exposed, unable to move. Adiba sprinted at the demon, climbing on to the beast. She sent her sword through the demonic entity, dragging it down as she jumped off of the beast’s body and onto the ground.
The caterwaul of the beast was loud, leaving Adiba’s ears ringing long after he stopped. He still clung to life desperately, however. Knowing his death was near; Adiba began to question the powerful canine. “Why did you kill my sister?”
“She had something I wanted,” he replied, staring at Adiba’s sword. “But it is now in your possession. My brethren will see to it that you die just as your sister did.” He smiled – something that astonished Adiba. “You don’t understand the power that the sword contains.”
“Then teach me of its power while you still breathe,” she pressed on.
“There is not enough time for such things. It is not meant for human hands. It will be,” he looked onward. Adiba turned in the direction, but could not see what he was staring at. It was as though the beast was looking far beyond what Adiba could hope to see. “Corrupted,” he finally finished once he snapped out of his trance.
“You hold little regard for humans,” Adiba observed.
“Why should I? We came to your world, and showed you our abilities as superior beings. You worshipped us as gods. You and your sister still do,” he sneered. “Humans are weak, ignorant, and gullible. Technology is magic to your kind. Perhaps in a few centuries you won’t be such a pitiful race.”
“What are you talking about?” Adiba continued, but it was too late. The wolf-like demon had already died. His face was perpetually curled into a smile.