Week 9 Story: The Growth of Evil
A wretched sound echoed from Ghandhari's bathing quarters as she sat hunched over a basin, green slime emerging from her throat in sickening waves. Each morning she was wrenched awake by a terrible feeling in the pit of her stomach, and was held captive by the nausea for hours at a time. Her pregnancy had been extremely difficult, and the illness it caused showed no signs of letting up. The physical sickness had made her weak and stripped her body of its vitality. Her curves were replaced by bony protrusions, and her dewy complexion became dull and lifeless. Welts and bruises of rich burgundy and indigo hues covered her skin, and the slightest touch felt like fire. These symptoms paled in comparison to the nightmares that haunted Ghandhari. She writhed in bed for hours as horrifying scenes flashed before her eyes, her sleep disturbed by demons and visions of death. Ghandhari had watched the wives of Pandu navigate pregnancy with grace. Kunti was mother to ...