DESTHARA (THE GIVEN)

I am Desthara; I am the daughter of the sun. I am the daughter of the sun begat upon a heartless fool on a moonless night. I am the preferred playmate of the Gods and a confidant of children. I am splendid, I am majestic. I walk the worlds alone.

I see all yet know nothing and in this lies the source of my infinite wisdom.
As i walk hovering briefly, not quite upon this earth, stars caress my ankles and the oceans waters drive back my hair leaving it stiff and smelling of brine. My arms are akin to elderly trees and with them I reach out searching, my single desire being to encompass, to embrace, and to share my solitude.
I know of no other medicine than love, but old Maweja bequeathed the gift of healing upon my hands the day of his death which was the midnight of my birth.
Thus it is my duty to buffer pain and to close all wounds inside and out of the heart.

Carabahaya who both admired and envied my beauty gifted me a scent. It is called "Yormash", an overpowering and essential odor that envelops all and precedes my every step. It is a mixture of earth, sea, danger, and just conceived children. It has brought warriors to their knees in wonder, and makes it virtually impossible for any woman to trust, or to misunderstand me.
I was also awarded the power to change my physicality at will. I appear young and yet am more ancient than an un-ordained eye can determine. I am full and frail, my hair hangs down beneath my feet but its length is concealed as i keep it high upon my head. I give the impression of elegance in a slightly shoddy way not unlike worn, once expensive lace. I am overbearing yet some were never totally sure of my presence only imagining my passage by the existence of my 'Yormash". I wreak havoc and breed uncertainty.


The people of my race are called "KWAASUTU AFHAR" The Given. You see, we were invited upon this earth not to take and not to receive. It has been told that our people have existed in this universe since the beginning and that we have passed through all the stations of life forever proud. I was a renegade for I was born with a longing inside that no mans fire can extinguish. I have wandered the many worlds with outstretched hands and gaping mouth waiting to be fed. The populace glances at me and flees in terror for it is a unique and horrible sight to see someone of my race begging.


In desperation and longing I once used my change to conceal my true self and so was able to take a man of this earth and this time. We quarreled and struggled. For Five thousand one hundred and ten days exactly. And in this time I adopted many of his ways but all was in vain. I lost much of my power and shed so much water that my cousin the sea disappeared. Needless to say, I caused a great imbalance in his world and mine. I now repent and know that I must go back to the ways of my people. For I am Desthara daughter of the sun. I am one of the given.


How could my minds dreams lead me to a place of such desperate longing? How could impudence lead me to believe that a giver could receive? It is written in the book by the hand of Gorva himself that such a thing can never come to pass. It is for the good of universal kind.
And if ever the Gods decide to bring about a change it shall be the competence of Shiraya, son of the wind to announce it's forthcoming, not for me.
Certainly not for me.