Jealousy on the Sands a short story
Jealousy on the Sands
Jealousy on the Sands
Every time she looked at the other woman she imagined her in the arms of her lover. Jealousy like a rage grew within her and Shantry plotted to make sure the feeling disappeared. Her tongue was sweet when near her love, and she portrayed the most innocent of anyone he touched. Wondering in the back of her mind what he did to his lover sickened her and hate grew within her like a festering wound.
Jealousy led the woman named Shantry to the heights of twisting the man around her finger, even though he thought she was so innocent when bent at her knees doing his every bidding, she was the manipulator, and she wanted Envy out of his life.
Envy was Ergos true love without her he felt a void she was a bright red haired woman with a body that was flawless, a nice curve to her hips, soft skin, and breasts that he couldn’t get enough of. There was more to this woman than flesh. She had a height of intelligence where they could sit and talk for hours, and they grew from each other’s knowledge.
Shantry never gave Envy a chance, never looked beyond the sexual connection to her lover, why would she though, when all she thought of was sex and love … she the great controller of jealousy. Whims and hate grew every day and the manipulation of Ergo could of filled books teaching others how to manipulate a person.
Envy was a busy woman and gave her spirit to her lover, if anyone could hand spirit on a plate she did, but she allowed him to wander. There were no secrets between them none at all, and she knew of his other sexual rendezvous, but they were considerate to each other and didn’t wander over the borderline to dive into orgies together, there was a separation of respect but neither of them could hide the burning passion when near each other. It would be strange if he didn’t gather her in his arms to kiss her deeply not caring who was there.
They were intelligent enough to know their boundaries and yet free enough to allow themselves to express. There were no promises… how can a spirit promise to another spirit in spoken words, but that is where the word intelligence comes in again, and understanding.
Shantry spent more time worrying about her place in his life than actually enjoying life even when she was promised to never be left behind. It was a sad situation for the time wasted in worry, could have been the right time for her to enjoy him and everyone else around him. Envy found her charming and offered her friendship wanting nothing to do with the whimpering. She was working to wipe that sort of person out of her path. She kept her temper and had put up with it for a long, long time.
Envy was given a silver dagger named Fate from a grand mage she met at The Tower, nothing fancy but plenty sharp enough to end someone’s life. It was always tucked into a sheath on her waist all the time, and sometimes she would occupy herself sharpening it and testing how sharp it was.
Then the fateful night came; when Envy shared a tent in the desert with her love Ergos, they were wrapped in each other’s arms and the firelight played their shadows against the canvas. Talking and listening to the fire crackle, it was ecstasy that night as they told stories of elementals of sand, and worlds not even seen by the strongest warrior’s eyes. That night brought the couple to a new ecstasy...imagination.
Ergos wondered if what they conjured in their minds was truth or fiction. Sand Elementals were something he never seen, nor did Envy really, but she was a curious one and watched outside the tent knowing there was no breeze, nor was anyone suppose to be there... yet she seen a shadow.
Ergos was reading a book about elementals by the firelight as Envy crept out of the tent to see what was out there. She couldn’t help go see after such a conversation, since the shadow through the tent looked so odd. That's when the dagger came down to plunge into her back and she fell face first into the sand. Her breath faded from her body and she watched the blood seep into the sand, but she managed one call out, “Ergos!”
He could tell by the tone of her cry something was wrong. Shantry used her own dagger and was tried pulling Envy's from the sheath on her belt to make it look like Envy attacked her first with her dagger, but she hadn’t known there was an enchantment on Envy's dagger that allowed it only to be removed with a special word, and it wouldn’t budge. Ergos stood there looking down at Envy and gathered her dead body into his arms.
Shantry slipped her bloody dagger under her tunic and stood there wide eyed, and looked at Ergo’s face never seeing such hate and desperation.
“How did this happen?”
“I don’t know; I think she was mad and came at me with her dagger and I had to protect myself. I tried not to kill her and only stop her from killing me.”
His voice bellowed in that desolate desert.
“DO NOT LIE to me anymore, she couldn’t have pulled that dagger without saying a word it was enchanted, and I heard nothing.”
He stormed over to her and ripped Shantry's clothes off only to see the hidden dagger fall to the sand with Envy’s blood on it. Oh Ergos could be a cruel man and that is what fascinated his love Envy, she sometimes wanted to see how cruel he could be.
Ergos took her bloody dagger and slashed it across Shantry’s lying lips watching them fall to the sand and neatly cut her tongue out, taking his time to dissect her piece by piece until the last flutter of life faded from her, and she fell silent in the sand.
Bellows of rage were so loud it was like a hurricane of wind that whipped the sand into forms of elementals that to this day wander about the tent where Ergos remains next to Envy’s grave.
Shantry’s body was consumed by vultures until all that was left was white gleaming bones in the sand. Ergos erected the bones into a totem with Envy’s dagger sticking into the ribcage as symbolism. They were pristine and white gleaming in the sunlight, and every night he would curl up against that mounded grave where Envy rested until one night he found her sitting there looking at him, and she held her hands out to him.
She looked into his eyes and the sand elementals gathered around them and knew every story and dream they had would come true as death put Ergos hand into hers. Rest, peace, and eternity, finally, Jealousy was gone from their life.
To this day adventurers that travel to that area of the desert come back reporting of the ribcage totem that no one is able to pull from the ground, and up on a large dune they can see a couple’ with their bodies entwined in the most passionate kiss only to disappear quickly into the moonlight with a parade of sand elementals in back of them.
Written and (c) B. A. Williams All Rights Reserved