suenix

Here is my offering for the lovely

astrogirl2 .
Sorry about the small delay . I think a fluff alert is required
here. Hope it pleases.

This is AU to fulfill the request of " not dead" Zhann.

Benediction

The Banik slave known as Stark rarely had cause to count his blessings. His life had been a cruel one. From birth his fate had been sealed. His entire race was fated to suffer the evil of others. He was saved from an early death only by the accidental discovery of his talent as a conduit for the dead. The terror and struggle that his skills as a Strykera exposed him to often came perilously close to breaking his mind. But the anguish he bore forged in him a fierce survival instinct. And that same instinct allowed him to save his greatest blessing , Pa’u Zotoh Zhaan.
Their reunion was long in coming. Stark had searched in desperation for her among the living and the dead. Just as he had begun to succumb to the darkness , she found him . The goddess had been merciful , bringing her beautiful form and calming presence back to him. He gave himself over to her. And they formed a bond in love and gratitude that stands to this day.
Stark and Zhaan traveled together for many cycles. Wherever they went , word, of their skills as healers of mind and body spread. Souls in peril sought them out. A group of thankful followers formed around them. Other healers also arrived, drawn by the modest fame they had gained . A small green planet finally provided a haven for the expanding community. Cycles came and went as the “found” family settled in.
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Zhaan awoke in the chambers that she shared with her mate. The strong sunlight that crossed the sleeping alcove still came as a pleasant surprise to her. She relished in its glow and sent a brief thanks to the goddess. Rising and looking about, she took in the tranquil room . She was alone in the chamber , but voices from surrounding rooms buzzed about her. She had not expected such a haven. Many of her past deeds haunted her still. She had often lost hope, falling into violence or rage. But she had regained her own strength by sharing it with others. She moved from her bed to begin her daily prayers.
Across the small compound Stark was consulting with a
young Strykera . He coached the boy in forming a first channel to the other side. Stark chanted softly to act as an anchor to the child. There was both satisfaction and regret in his act. He was pleased to be able to aid the young one. But he sometimes felt the lack of his own guidance when young. The session went well for both of them and soon the acolyte was sent away. Stark sat a moment in silence. The tranquillity he found here filled him with a quiet amazement. He soon heard the stirrings of someone’s approach. Turning , he saw Zhaan coming through
the low curved doorway.
“Good morning my love” she said taking his hands. He brought his forehead to hers murmuring “ My own Zhaan”. They breathed in each other and counted their blessings together.

I look forward to reading the other entries tonight after I get back from work.
Thanks for hosting this.

Suenix