Thorer sat in his library staring at a small dot on the wall. He couldn’t get her out of his mind. She was one of the most beautiful creatures he has ever laid eyes upon.
Simple?
Yes; but attractive none the less.
Her hair was straight and reached mid- back, and her body was any mans dreams. She was slender but healthy, had a tiny waist with thick hips.
Thorer unconsciously licked his lips and Triinu caught a glimpse at him. His eyelids were lowered and his gaze was smoked, as if he had a woman that he wanted to consume right in front of him; only that he was staring at the wall.
“So who have you all dreamy eyed?” Thorer looked up at his younger sister. “I don’t get dreamy eyed. I was merely thinking.” He said emphasizing don’t. “Well I feel bad for the woman you’re not dreamy eyed for cause you were about to devour that wall in front of you.” Triinu responded giggling.
He truly did love his sister there were just times he wished she was mute.
Triinu, his dear little sister, she was a true splendor. They looked a lot alike only she was soft and feminine. She had a coiled black mane that reached her lower back, teal eyes lighter than his with golden and grey flecks here and there, with fair porcelain skin, which was soft and creamy. Any man that would even consider doing his little sister harm would unsuspectingly have signed they’re death warrant. No one would ever hurt her, no one!
“So who is this mystery girl?” Ok maybe he’ll do some harm to her but no one else, he thought to himself.
With a sigh he gave in to her constant jabbering. “I don’t know her. I was on the roof of a building in the southern part of downtown following the beast that has been causing the recent deaths and she was walking to her car. I guess she saw me because I felt her gaze my way, when I looked I got this odd sensation; and well then she lowered her head and drove away.”
Triinu just stood there looking at him. She had a knowing look in her eyes that he didn’t like. “What?” “You don’t think she can be your Vallabha do you?” “Don’t be ridiculous. You know no Dark Warrior has ever had a Vallabha. Plus what would you know?” The instant he said those word he lamented them. “I’m sorry, that-” “No!” she interrupted raising her hand to silence any future comment. “You have spoken the truth, if you will excuse me brother I think ill withdraw to my bedroom now.” With that she left. Not saying another word.


That night Fahima had ordered in pizza (cheese and mushrooms), taken an hour long bubble bath while she read one of her all time favorite books Jacob by Jacquelyn Frank, and finally painted her toes and nails drizzle-dazzle pink.
That had been her entire night. Actually that’s what most of her nights look like.
Fahima noticed the instant she started feeling sorry for herself and jumped of bed at lightning speed. One thing she couldn’t tolerate was self pity. It was self pity that had caused her mother to give up on life and on her and she refused to follow her path.
She walked over to the night stand and pulled out her camera. One thing that always made her feel better was taking pictures. Wearing her plaid sleeping pant, a white tank top and her pink furry slippers she grabbed her keys and camera and walked out of her apartment.
One thing she loved about where she lived was that about two blocks away there was everything. To the left hand side of her apartment, which were she was going now, was a beautiful pond. Across the street from her was the Don Shula steak house and all the small shops and restaurants that were located on Main Street.
The street lamps had been on for almost an hour now, giving the perfect lighting for the dark pictures she wanted for her newest inspirational piece Dark Warrior.
She had been having this specific dream for almost a month now. She was standing on the bridge that crossed the pond right here and a guy came up to her. Unable to see him she tried to get closer but every time she did he would disappear more and more. Fahima would ask questions and get no answer. The only words she heard as a light faint whisper was Dark Warrior and as soon as that was said she would wake up drenched in sweat and trembling immensely. Since that was the only thing she heard and it was always at the pond she decided to name the piece Dark Warrior.
After taking about 10 frames she headed back to her apartment; on the way taking pictures of the Oak trees that were found any and every where in Miami Lakes.