My name is Nadira Templa. My mother used to call me Nadie. she said it meant "no one". She told me not to be offended. to be a no body was a good thing. life was less complicated and people didn't expect much. she desired for me to have a simple life. She would never have her wish.
When it is said that the sins of the father are passed on to the sons , it goes for women too. My mother had many secrets and many sins. Unfortunately I didn't discover this until 12 years after her untimely death...
I was nineteen when he came to me. his name was Azrael and he was unlike anyone I had ever known or seen. he was an alien to this world, time and place and yet he was very familiar to me in ways that i could not imagine. I remember the first place i had seen him had been in my dreams. He had been a dark force n my dreams, a moody sorrowful spirit who walked the ancient earth alone. He was like the grim reaper surounded by shadows and death. Perhaps he was the grim reaper.
I never expected to see him in reality. he had just been a dream, a dream that i had constantly, but yet still a dream. so when i saw him standing on my balcony one dark night when i was restless, i thought perhaps i was sleep. maybe i was only dreaming about diress. But he was there and he was real. he looked so out of place, so foreign. he stood dressed in all black. black pants, black boots and a black shirt that was torn and bloody. his skin was the color of pale moonlight and it gave off an eerie glow and a dark aura. his hair was wild and dark as a raven's feathers. Looking into his dark piercing eyes was like staring into a dark abyss, being lost in a world where no light exists. i have heard it said that the eyes are the window to the soul. when i looked into his eyes i could see no soul. Perhaps he had none.
The man had been watching me through my dark but sheer curtains. he watched me like a predator might watch the prey he was seeking to capture. he stood as stone never moving, never even breathing.
when i saw him on the balcony i was drawn to him. he could have been the devil but i didn't care. i knew his face and i was not afraid. i should have been afraid. he was a peculiar sight to see. it was as if he had stepped out of the middle ages from some horror movie with vampires and ghouls. Perhaps he had. Perhaps he was a vampire or some supernatural being. Ah, but i forgot. i was only dreaming. he only came to me in dreams. it didnt matter how he had mannaged to climb my high balcony when there was nothing to climb that allowed him to reach it. it didn't matter that he gave off a strange vibe of death. he could been death , but it did not matter...
he looked at me with those obsidian eyes and when he spoke his voice was deep and strong filled with the cold sound of arrogance.
"Mayoree, you hve been gone too long from your home," he said to me.
Did i look that much like my mother hd in her youth that he would mistaken me for her?
"My name is Nadira. I am Mayoree's daughter," I told him. It may sound stupid that i would give a strange man on my balcony my name. but this was a dream. i could do no wrong in my own mind and if i got into trouble i would always wake up.
The stranger studied me silently and i asked his name.
"Azrael,' was his reply.
The sound of his name, the sound of his deep voice sent shivers through my body. i was having a sense of eerie deja vu.
"Well Azrael if you were looking for my mother, it is my duty to tell you she is dead. Did you know her well? "
Again another stupid question. The guy looked like he was around my age maybe in his early to mid twenties. how could someone so young know my mother?
" she left too soon, before her time," he answered vaguely.
I reached out to touch his ice cold hand. he immediatley pulled away.
" You said that my mother had been away from home too long. where did she live?" i asked.
He told me the name of the place but i found it strange because we were in tht place. the place i had lived my entire life. i told Azrael this but he disagreed.
" No. this is not the place. This is not the time."
The time? was he saying my mother was from a different time. no matter. i made up my mind that eve if this was all a dream, i wante.d to see it, the place ( rather the time) that my mother had come from.