(Author's Note)
The Great Migration takes place over the next week. I may have an opportunity to post perhaps once more before the back breaking work begins, hopefully tomorrow evening. After that, I don't expect a chance to post more on the story until the 6th, at the earliest.
In the mean time, I have a Reader's Poll that I would like you folks to respond to regarding the first Rusty Bones novel...
Please vote via comments or directly by e-mail to me.
Here goes:
Question 1: How interested would you be in seeing Rusty in print? Would you buy a novel(or novels) if it had substantially more info and insight into Rusty and his world?
Question 2: If you would like to see Rusty Bones novels, would you prefer that they be told in the first person as the blog is, or would you prefer to see a third person perspective showing the events and thoughts of multiple characters?
Question 3: How interested would you be in an experimental form of storytelling that used first person accounts from multiple characters?
Any input you provide will be read and appreciated.
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(Added 09/06/2005)--Now that word verification is turned on, this post is now open for comments again.
Doug
Tuesday, August 30, 2005
Friday, August 26, 2005
The Tree Whisperer
(Continued from previous post...)
“So I have to stop this...Dark Seed...that is inside me from doing things that help me, like heal my body?”
“No. You don’t have to.”
“Wait a minute...first you say I have to control it, and now you’re saying I can let it heal me up? Can you make some sense here?”
“You do not have to stop the Seed. You need to learn to control and harness it’s abilities with your own Will. If you fail to learn how to control it, there will come a time in the not so distant future when it shall have gained enough strength and independence to take control of you, just as the mother of this Seed did to you.”
“OK, I get that, but HOW do I learn to control it?”
“That’s an answer I cannot provide for you. Only you have the answer to that question.”
“Great, the one damn question I needed an answer to, you won’t answer.”
“Perhaps that is because you don’t know what questions to ask yet.”
“Fuck off, Tree.”
“If you cannot learn to express your frustration with more creativity and less vulgarity, you will find it very difficult to learn the control in other areas of your existence that will become necessary for you to fulfill your true potential.”
“What is this, a lesson on etiquette?”
“A mere observation.”
“Well you can keep that damn lesson to yourself, ass....” I stopped in mid-insult. Maybe he had a point there, but I wasn’t about to admit it to a damn...uh, I meant to say,...darn tree.
I sat there for a bit in the dark, dank chamber, listening to the sounds of the steady dripping into the pool, trying to gather my own thoughts. The Tree was apparently content to let me stew in those thoughts.
Finally, I thought of a different tack to try. “Tree, can you tell me something?”
“Yes. Most likely.”
Ignoring his smartass reply, I plowed forward. “Before I came here tonight, I noticed that my body was beginning to feel hot and sweaty. It was like I was alive again. Can you tell me what exactly is happening to my body?”
“The Dark Seed is trying to lay a trap for you, to create the illusion that it can bring you back to life again.”
“Aha! So those things I was feeling and experiencing are not really real?”
“No, they are real enough.”
“Ugh, you lost me again.”
“The things you are experiencing are real, they are just not evidence that the Dark Seed can restore that which cannot be restored. It is building thousands of tiny connections between your skin and your artifical neurological system, so you can, at the moment anyway, feel real pain or pleasure, heat or cold. It is also tapping into some of your now shared reservoir of emotions and experiences to find ways of restoring things it thinks that you feel are most important.”
“This thing has access to my memories?”
“Not all of them, yet. But it is going to try and find more and more keys to unlock whatever barriers you have left so that it can find more ways of taking control.”
“Will I be able to do the same to it? I mean will I be able to access its memories and abilities like it is starting to do with me?”
“If you don’t find ways to do precisely that, then the battle between you and the Seed will be one-sided, with only one possible victor....”
“It would win.”
“Indeed. There is a balance that you must find and enforce where you are able to access some of the abilities of the Seed, but not to the point where you become dependent on it. You must take and remain in control, prevent it from growing in strength until you find the strength within you to either consume it entirely, or expell it from your Spirit.”
“Man, how am I going to learn to do that?”
“The strength to do so lies within you.”
“How do you know that?”
“Because that strength lies deep within all humans. It is the strength that allows a woman to give birth to her child. It is the strength of the hunter who chases his prey over the vast savannahs of your ancient habitat for days on end. It is the strength of the warrior who takes a mortal wound and yet continues to fight. It is the strength of the mother who lets her child touch the fire even though she knows it harm the child. It is the strength of an athlete who continues to perform well after exhaustion has set in. It is the strength of the martial artist to master their own body and perform feats that are beyond the reasoning of most observers. It is the strength of a mage who taps into and controls the wild elements that ever strive to be free and unfettered. It is the strength to love someone so much that you can spend the rest of your life with them. It is the stength to be able to care for a dear loved one who you know is dying, but there is nothing to prevent it. Finally, it is the strength that it takes to face the fear of the unknown and overcome it. That is the strength you must find deep within yourself. It is something that can be done, even by you. That is why the easy path has ended for you. There are no more easy answers, no more easy solutions to your problems. If you fail to rise to this challenge, you will fall before this determined and resourceful foe and your body and strength will become the weapons of a master so foul and so dark that it will imperil all you still hold dear.”
Whoah, there wasn’t much I could say to that, so for once, I didn’t say another thing. I sat there in silence and contemplation. After a bit I got up and made my way back up and out to where Diego and Herlinda would be waiting...or so I thought anyway...
“So I have to stop this...Dark Seed...that is inside me from doing things that help me, like heal my body?”
“No. You don’t have to.”
“Wait a minute...first you say I have to control it, and now you’re saying I can let it heal me up? Can you make some sense here?”
“You do not have to stop the Seed. You need to learn to control and harness it’s abilities with your own Will. If you fail to learn how to control it, there will come a time in the not so distant future when it shall have gained enough strength and independence to take control of you, just as the mother of this Seed did to you.”
“OK, I get that, but HOW do I learn to control it?”
“That’s an answer I cannot provide for you. Only you have the answer to that question.”
“Great, the one damn question I needed an answer to, you won’t answer.”
“Perhaps that is because you don’t know what questions to ask yet.”
“Fuck off, Tree.”
“If you cannot learn to express your frustration with more creativity and less vulgarity, you will find it very difficult to learn the control in other areas of your existence that will become necessary for you to fulfill your true potential.”
“What is this, a lesson on etiquette?”
“A mere observation.”
“Well you can keep that damn lesson to yourself, ass....” I stopped in mid-insult. Maybe he had a point there, but I wasn’t about to admit it to a damn...uh, I meant to say,...darn tree.
I sat there for a bit in the dark, dank chamber, listening to the sounds of the steady dripping into the pool, trying to gather my own thoughts. The Tree was apparently content to let me stew in those thoughts.
Finally, I thought of a different tack to try. “Tree, can you tell me something?”
“Yes. Most likely.”
Ignoring his smartass reply, I plowed forward. “Before I came here tonight, I noticed that my body was beginning to feel hot and sweaty. It was like I was alive again. Can you tell me what exactly is happening to my body?”
“The Dark Seed is trying to lay a trap for you, to create the illusion that it can bring you back to life again.”
“Aha! So those things I was feeling and experiencing are not really real?”
“No, they are real enough.”
“Ugh, you lost me again.”
“The things you are experiencing are real, they are just not evidence that the Dark Seed can restore that which cannot be restored. It is building thousands of tiny connections between your skin and your artifical neurological system, so you can, at the moment anyway, feel real pain or pleasure, heat or cold. It is also tapping into some of your now shared reservoir of emotions and experiences to find ways of restoring things it thinks that you feel are most important.”
“This thing has access to my memories?”
“Not all of them, yet. But it is going to try and find more and more keys to unlock whatever barriers you have left so that it can find more ways of taking control.”
“Will I be able to do the same to it? I mean will I be able to access its memories and abilities like it is starting to do with me?”
“If you don’t find ways to do precisely that, then the battle between you and the Seed will be one-sided, with only one possible victor....”
“It would win.”
“Indeed. There is a balance that you must find and enforce where you are able to access some of the abilities of the Seed, but not to the point where you become dependent on it. You must take and remain in control, prevent it from growing in strength until you find the strength within you to either consume it entirely, or expell it from your Spirit.”
“Man, how am I going to learn to do that?”
“The strength to do so lies within you.”
“How do you know that?”
“Because that strength lies deep within all humans. It is the strength that allows a woman to give birth to her child. It is the strength of the hunter who chases his prey over the vast savannahs of your ancient habitat for days on end. It is the strength of the warrior who takes a mortal wound and yet continues to fight. It is the strength of the mother who lets her child touch the fire even though she knows it harm the child. It is the strength of an athlete who continues to perform well after exhaustion has set in. It is the strength of the martial artist to master their own body and perform feats that are beyond the reasoning of most observers. It is the strength of a mage who taps into and controls the wild elements that ever strive to be free and unfettered. It is the strength to love someone so much that you can spend the rest of your life with them. It is the stength to be able to care for a dear loved one who you know is dying, but there is nothing to prevent it. Finally, it is the strength that it takes to face the fear of the unknown and overcome it. That is the strength you must find deep within yourself. It is something that can be done, even by you. That is why the easy path has ended for you. There are no more easy answers, no more easy solutions to your problems. If you fail to rise to this challenge, you will fall before this determined and resourceful foe and your body and strength will become the weapons of a master so foul and so dark that it will imperil all you still hold dear.”
Whoah, there wasn’t much I could say to that, so for once, I didn’t say another thing. I sat there in silence and contemplation. After a bit I got up and made my way back up and out to where Diego and Herlinda would be waiting...or so I thought anyway...
Wednesday, August 24, 2005
Ma Grendel's Revenge
(Continued from previous post...)
“What is happening to my body? Why am I reacting to light now like that? Why is my skin crawling with little worms and why am I starting to feel things again? Why the Hell can’t I stay a fucking zombie? It’s so much easier that way!”
“You have taken the easy path for most of your existence. That path has ended.”
“What the fuck does that mean?”
“You lived your life taking the path of least resistance, when faced with choices of between a quick and easy solution, and a hard or challenging one, you inevitably chose the easiest, as most humans tend to do.”
“Don’t piss me off, Tree! I’ve faced plenty of tough choices in my life, took on my share of difficult tasks! I was married, for Christsake! I had two children! I was a soldier and went to war! I was a fucking beat cop in a tough city! Don’t give me any shit about taking the easy damn way out!”
“If you wish to list your littany of life’s choices, I will dissect them for you if you would like.”
“Fucking right, you will. Why don’t you tell me how the easy choice was made when I got married? Her father hated my ass, but we got married anydamnway!”
The Tree actually sighed before it began, the prick, “If you will remember, you were in fact dating more than one young lady at the time. Once you and your future wife discovered that she had gotten pregnant from your dalliances, you made the decision to get married against the wishes of her parents. However, your decision to get married in the way that you did was the easiest solution to the problem of her pregnancy and the dislike of her parents. Rather than try to build a relationship with them, you swept their daughter off her feet and convinced her to marry you, even though you didn’t in fact love her in that way.”
“What the Hell would you know about human relationships? Would you have had us abort the baby? I did the honorable thing!”
“The honorable thing would have been to not be involved with more than one young woman, and to not have engaged in pre-marital sex in the first place!”
“Pah. Like you even know what it is to be human.”
“Indeed, I am but a humble Tree.”
“Humble tree my ass. You’re about the most arrogant thing I’ve met, outside of Drake anyway. In any event, what does this ‘easy path ending’ shit have to do with my present condition? What the Hell is happening to my body now?”
“When you were facing the creature that have called Grendel’s Mother, you took one last, fateful easy way out of a predicament, you surrendered yourself to her Essence...”
“Now wait just a Goddamn minute! The only way I saw to prevent her from winning and taking my body anyway was to sacrifice myself! I figured I was done, but I was determined to take her with me. How was that the easy way out?”
“Had you more fully explored your own abilities before, you would have found the strength to resist her powers of absorption. You made a number of decisions to lead to that conclusion, but nevertheless, that final choice you made, to sacrifice yourself in order to destroy her was merely thelast in a long line of bad choices. Now you must face the consequences of all those bad choices.”
“And just what are those consequences?”
“You have been Called to this exstence to face a much greater foe than that dark spirit. If you had been allowed to be consumed by her at that time, the loss of your potential would have been catastrophic to the Powers that made your existence possible. That is why the Spirit of that blade, Maria Guadelupe de la Paz, was given the authority to try and save you from your own decision.”
“Try, huh? She succeeded, didn’t she? I’m here dammit!”
The damn Tree audibly sighed again, apparently I was testing even the patience of a tree, go figure. “There are limits to all Powers, even those who have chosen to use you as their agent. The attempt to free you from her clutches was not entirely successful. A part of that dark spirit, a very small part at this time, remains within you, looking to grow and take root.”
“You mean she’s not gone, not destroyed, or whatever you call it when a spirit is killed?”
“No, not entirely. Just as you had within you the ability to plant my Seed, she has left her own seed deep within you. If allowed to grow in power and mature, it will take you over as surely as she did in the first place.”
“What the Hell!? Can I get rid of this damn Seed? I don’t want whatever it is!”
Somehow, I sensed a damn ironic smile from the Tree in its next words, “That is what I meant when I said your path of easy choices has come to an end. The easy path in this set of choices will lead you down a path of darkness and destruction that no Power can redeem you from, only you have the power to avert that. But it will not be easy, nor will it end anytime soon. You must learn to master your own Will and learn the skills you will need to control and reduce the influence of the Dark Seed within you. Failure to do so will result in the unleashing of a monster that will be far more dangerous, and far more powerful than Grendel ever was.”
“Fuck me.”
“That is one way of describing your situation, yes.”
“OK, smartass, where do I start? How do I take control of what is happening in my body?”
“The Dark Seed within you will always look to increase your dependence on its abilities. It will heal your wounds, it will restore things that have been lost to you until now...”
“You mean like feelings of pain and pleasure?”
“Yes.”
(To be continued...)
“What is happening to my body? Why am I reacting to light now like that? Why is my skin crawling with little worms and why am I starting to feel things again? Why the Hell can’t I stay a fucking zombie? It’s so much easier that way!”
“You have taken the easy path for most of your existence. That path has ended.”
“What the fuck does that mean?”
“You lived your life taking the path of least resistance, when faced with choices of between a quick and easy solution, and a hard or challenging one, you inevitably chose the easiest, as most humans tend to do.”
“Don’t piss me off, Tree! I’ve faced plenty of tough choices in my life, took on my share of difficult tasks! I was married, for Christsake! I had two children! I was a soldier and went to war! I was a fucking beat cop in a tough city! Don’t give me any shit about taking the easy damn way out!”
“If you wish to list your littany of life’s choices, I will dissect them for you if you would like.”
“Fucking right, you will. Why don’t you tell me how the easy choice was made when I got married? Her father hated my ass, but we got married anydamnway!”
The Tree actually sighed before it began, the prick, “If you will remember, you were in fact dating more than one young lady at the time. Once you and your future wife discovered that she had gotten pregnant from your dalliances, you made the decision to get married against the wishes of her parents. However, your decision to get married in the way that you did was the easiest solution to the problem of her pregnancy and the dislike of her parents. Rather than try to build a relationship with them, you swept their daughter off her feet and convinced her to marry you, even though you didn’t in fact love her in that way.”
“What the Hell would you know about human relationships? Would you have had us abort the baby? I did the honorable thing!”
“The honorable thing would have been to not be involved with more than one young woman, and to not have engaged in pre-marital sex in the first place!”
“Pah. Like you even know what it is to be human.”
“Indeed, I am but a humble Tree.”
“Humble tree my ass. You’re about the most arrogant thing I’ve met, outside of Drake anyway. In any event, what does this ‘easy path ending’ shit have to do with my present condition? What the Hell is happening to my body now?”
“When you were facing the creature that have called Grendel’s Mother, you took one last, fateful easy way out of a predicament, you surrendered yourself to her Essence...”
“Now wait just a Goddamn minute! The only way I saw to prevent her from winning and taking my body anyway was to sacrifice myself! I figured I was done, but I was determined to take her with me. How was that the easy way out?”
“Had you more fully explored your own abilities before, you would have found the strength to resist her powers of absorption. You made a number of decisions to lead to that conclusion, but nevertheless, that final choice you made, to sacrifice yourself in order to destroy her was merely thelast in a long line of bad choices. Now you must face the consequences of all those bad choices.”
“And just what are those consequences?”
“You have been Called to this exstence to face a much greater foe than that dark spirit. If you had been allowed to be consumed by her at that time, the loss of your potential would have been catastrophic to the Powers that made your existence possible. That is why the Spirit of that blade, Maria Guadelupe de la Paz, was given the authority to try and save you from your own decision.”
“Try, huh? She succeeded, didn’t she? I’m here dammit!”
The damn Tree audibly sighed again, apparently I was testing even the patience of a tree, go figure. “There are limits to all Powers, even those who have chosen to use you as their agent. The attempt to free you from her clutches was not entirely successful. A part of that dark spirit, a very small part at this time, remains within you, looking to grow and take root.”
“You mean she’s not gone, not destroyed, or whatever you call it when a spirit is killed?”
“No, not entirely. Just as you had within you the ability to plant my Seed, she has left her own seed deep within you. If allowed to grow in power and mature, it will take you over as surely as she did in the first place.”
“What the Hell!? Can I get rid of this damn Seed? I don’t want whatever it is!”
Somehow, I sensed a damn ironic smile from the Tree in its next words, “That is what I meant when I said your path of easy choices has come to an end. The easy path in this set of choices will lead you down a path of darkness and destruction that no Power can redeem you from, only you have the power to avert that. But it will not be easy, nor will it end anytime soon. You must learn to master your own Will and learn the skills you will need to control and reduce the influence of the Dark Seed within you. Failure to do so will result in the unleashing of a monster that will be far more dangerous, and far more powerful than Grendel ever was.”
“Fuck me.”
“That is one way of describing your situation, yes.”
“OK, smartass, where do I start? How do I take control of what is happening in my body?”
“The Dark Seed within you will always look to increase your dependence on its abilities. It will heal your wounds, it will restore things that have been lost to you until now...”
“You mean like feelings of pain and pleasure?”
“Yes.”
(To be continued...)
Sunday, August 21, 2005
Life Sucks, Then You Die, Then it Just Gets Worse
I got back to the Bonesmobile, locked the rental van up, and went inside.
First, I called the Frau to make sure Ravyn and Herne made it to her safely. That call was more than a little surreal. After we conferred on the health status of my two injured companions and on the sad loss of Fang, Frau asked about how I was doing.
“Uh...I think I’m alright.”
“What do you mean, you think you’re alright? What’s wrong?”
I described what happened when I stepped out into the sunlight, how I felt the strange sensations on my skin and then noticed that I was burning. I then described how I began to heal up when I stepped back into the shadow. Her reaction was a bit of a shock.
“Oh cool. Hey, can I get a sample of your new skin sometime? I would love to run a few experiments on it to see what exactly has happened to you.”
“Uh...yeah...I suppose so.” What else could I say? “Hey Frau, I’ve a got a lot more to get done tonight, so I need to get going. I’m glad Herne and Ravyn are OK, can you pass along my regards and sympathy to Fang’s family? Thanks a bunch.”
I hung up before she could ask any more questions I didn’t want to even think about answering.
Wow. I sat back for a second and tried to gather my own thoughts on the events of the last day or so. But wrapped up like I still was, I just couldn’t relax. I was actually feeling almost hot and maybe a little sweaty....that’s strange. I hadn’t had any feelings like that since I was alive...just how much was I changing?
I got up and locked the vehicle up, turned off all of the computers and communication gear in the living area and retired to my meditation chamber. There I began stripping all of the extra clothes off, but I still felt hot and sweaty, so I started shucking all of my clothes and gear into a big pile.
Before long, I was standing naked in the chamber, staring at myself in the single wall length mirror in the muted glow of a nightlight. My skin had a wet sheen to it, like it was actually sweating! Everywhere I looked on my skin, I could see just barely visible tendrils of darkness, like tiny little black worms, moving and shifting about underneath the surface layer of skin! My whole body was a squirming mass of pasty white dead flesh infested by small, fast moving worms of dark energy!
Son of a bitch! What the fuck was happening to me?
I soon began to feel random patches of itchiness, cold, heat, pain, and even the remembered touch of a lover’s skin all over my body. All of these sensations were more than I could bear!
I sat down, crossed my legs and closed my eyes. I needed some damn answers and fast!
It took more concentration that I could remember needing anytime recently, but I was able to slip out of my quickly changing body and find the nearest hidey hole to take me down into the Spirit World.
The journey seemed slower and more frustating than I remembered, even though I was trying to hurry to the clearing where I knew Yggsdrasil would be waiting...hopefully with some damn answers!
After an eternity of trekking through endless woods, I came to the place. I was actually relieved to see everything as I had last left it. The massive black tree with its gently swaying white and black leaves looked just the way I remembered it looking. At least this place hadn’t changed!
I stepped into the clearing and made my way through the tangle of roots towards the trunk. “Tree, please, I need to ask some questions. Don’t play games with me this time, dammit!”
I stopped to listen to its leaves, since its voice can be as soft as the murmurring of the leaves, I didn’t want to miss anything it might have to say.
I did hear a rustling of the leaves above me, so I looked up curious. Usually when the thing answered, the whole treetop swayed. I about jumped out of my skin when I saw the barely familiar brown face of Diego looking down at me from among the branches!
“Diego! What are you doing here?”
He waved and laughed, and went clambering up higher among the branches. I was just about to yell after him, when I saw the slim form of Herlinda come out from behind the main trunk of the tree. Her cheeks were tearstained, her shoulders wracking with sobs.
“Herlinda, what’s wrong?” I moved up next to her, hugged her in the fatherly kind of way I’ve hugged my own daughter to give comfort.
“Oh Senor Bones, this place, this Tree, it is so beautiful.” She was holding something in her hands, but it was being held too closely to her body for me to make out what it was.
“Yes, it is. But tell me, why are you crying? And how did you two get here?”
She brought one hand up to wipe away the tears from her eyes and to push her long black hair out of her face before looking up to answer me. “The Tree called to us Senor Bones, asked us to come here and be with him. I was afraid when I first saw him, but Diego had no fear. He just started climbing.” She stopped for minute, sniffled a bit, and then continued. “As soon as I touched the tree, I knew that everything would be OK. The Tree, he told me to pick a leaf from one of his branches. When I did, I turned it around and saw this picture of Mama and Papa holding each other.”
She was holding out a now crumpled leaf for me to look at.
I took the proferred leaf and looked at the likeness of two people, a middle aged man and woman who had a world weary look about them, with a deep sadness in their eyes that came through even on this outlined sketch. These were quite clearly the parents of two lost children who knew that would never see them again. I felt all choked up looking at them. Tears blurred my own eyes. I handed the leaf back to her and sat down heavily on a nearby root.
Herlinda took the leaf back with both hands, held it close to her body again as she too sat down.
She looked up at me after a minute, “The Tree, he said that we were welcome here whenever we want to come, that makes me glad. But he did say that the cave on the other side is a special place where only you, Senor Bones, were allowed to go. Even Diego has agreed to leave that place alone, especially after the Tree gave him permission to climb his branches. Diego loves to climb.”
“Yeah, so I noticed. Hey, if the Tree says you can stay here, I have no problem with that. I come here sometimes for answers to questions I can’t find any other answers to. His name is Yggsdrasil.”
“Yes, he told us.”
“OK, speaking of needing answers, I need to go visit that special place. The Tree had better not have worn himself out just yet, he’s got some ‘splaining to do!”
Herlinda nodded her understading as I got up, her eyes were fixed again on the image of her long dead parent. I could hear her nearly silent sobs as I slunk away, feeling like quite the heel.
But what could I do? I barely knew the girl. I was still coming to terms with the shit I was going through. Damn, how weird is this, thinking I should be going over to comfort one fo the Spirits who inhabited a deadly damn blade?
I set my shoulders and continued on around the trunk of the Tree, coming to the small entrance to the Cave below.
I stooped down and entered, slinking down the slick steps carefully until I was standing in the dark room that echoed with the steady drip drop of water falling from the roots above to the small pool that I had looked into before.
Finally, I had sense of aloneness with the Tree. Diego and Herlinda were just fleeting memories as I breathed deep the dank air of the cave, heavy with moisture and earthy aromas. There was a sense of decay and thriving life all at once here.
“Tree, please help me.”
I heard the familiar sighing rustle from above. I was finally able to make out what the Tree was saying as it responded to me. “Welcome back. It has been too long since your last visit.”
“I’ve been kinda busy, you know.”
“Yes. But when things are most hectic and when events drive you to distraction, it is most important to seek solace and to find answers from within.”
“Please don’t mess with my head this time, I need to get some answers and fast. Do you see what happens to me when I am gone?”
“I am the Seed of your Spirit, what happens to the Seed Father is known to the Son.”
“What is happening to my body? Why am I reacting to light now like that? Why is my skin crawling with little worms and why am I starting to feel things again? Why the Hell can’t I stay a fucking zombie? It’s so much easier that way!”
(To be continued...)
First, I called the Frau to make sure Ravyn and Herne made it to her safely. That call was more than a little surreal. After we conferred on the health status of my two injured companions and on the sad loss of Fang, Frau asked about how I was doing.
“Uh...I think I’m alright.”
“What do you mean, you think you’re alright? What’s wrong?”
I described what happened when I stepped out into the sunlight, how I felt the strange sensations on my skin and then noticed that I was burning. I then described how I began to heal up when I stepped back into the shadow. Her reaction was a bit of a shock.
“Oh cool. Hey, can I get a sample of your new skin sometime? I would love to run a few experiments on it to see what exactly has happened to you.”
“Uh...yeah...I suppose so.” What else could I say? “Hey Frau, I’ve a got a lot more to get done tonight, so I need to get going. I’m glad Herne and Ravyn are OK, can you pass along my regards and sympathy to Fang’s family? Thanks a bunch.”
I hung up before she could ask any more questions I didn’t want to even think about answering.
Wow. I sat back for a second and tried to gather my own thoughts on the events of the last day or so. But wrapped up like I still was, I just couldn’t relax. I was actually feeling almost hot and maybe a little sweaty....that’s strange. I hadn’t had any feelings like that since I was alive...just how much was I changing?
I got up and locked the vehicle up, turned off all of the computers and communication gear in the living area and retired to my meditation chamber. There I began stripping all of the extra clothes off, but I still felt hot and sweaty, so I started shucking all of my clothes and gear into a big pile.
Before long, I was standing naked in the chamber, staring at myself in the single wall length mirror in the muted glow of a nightlight. My skin had a wet sheen to it, like it was actually sweating! Everywhere I looked on my skin, I could see just barely visible tendrils of darkness, like tiny little black worms, moving and shifting about underneath the surface layer of skin! My whole body was a squirming mass of pasty white dead flesh infested by small, fast moving worms of dark energy!
Son of a bitch! What the fuck was happening to me?
I soon began to feel random patches of itchiness, cold, heat, pain, and even the remembered touch of a lover’s skin all over my body. All of these sensations were more than I could bear!
I sat down, crossed my legs and closed my eyes. I needed some damn answers and fast!
It took more concentration that I could remember needing anytime recently, but I was able to slip out of my quickly changing body and find the nearest hidey hole to take me down into the Spirit World.
The journey seemed slower and more frustating than I remembered, even though I was trying to hurry to the clearing where I knew Yggsdrasil would be waiting...hopefully with some damn answers!
After an eternity of trekking through endless woods, I came to the place. I was actually relieved to see everything as I had last left it. The massive black tree with its gently swaying white and black leaves looked just the way I remembered it looking. At least this place hadn’t changed!
I stepped into the clearing and made my way through the tangle of roots towards the trunk. “Tree, please, I need to ask some questions. Don’t play games with me this time, dammit!”
I stopped to listen to its leaves, since its voice can be as soft as the murmurring of the leaves, I didn’t want to miss anything it might have to say.
I did hear a rustling of the leaves above me, so I looked up curious. Usually when the thing answered, the whole treetop swayed. I about jumped out of my skin when I saw the barely familiar brown face of Diego looking down at me from among the branches!
“Diego! What are you doing here?”
He waved and laughed, and went clambering up higher among the branches. I was just about to yell after him, when I saw the slim form of Herlinda come out from behind the main trunk of the tree. Her cheeks were tearstained, her shoulders wracking with sobs.
“Herlinda, what’s wrong?” I moved up next to her, hugged her in the fatherly kind of way I’ve hugged my own daughter to give comfort.
“Oh Senor Bones, this place, this Tree, it is so beautiful.” She was holding something in her hands, but it was being held too closely to her body for me to make out what it was.
“Yes, it is. But tell me, why are you crying? And how did you two get here?”
She brought one hand up to wipe away the tears from her eyes and to push her long black hair out of her face before looking up to answer me. “The Tree called to us Senor Bones, asked us to come here and be with him. I was afraid when I first saw him, but Diego had no fear. He just started climbing.” She stopped for minute, sniffled a bit, and then continued. “As soon as I touched the tree, I knew that everything would be OK. The Tree, he told me to pick a leaf from one of his branches. When I did, I turned it around and saw this picture of Mama and Papa holding each other.”
She was holding out a now crumpled leaf for me to look at.
I took the proferred leaf and looked at the likeness of two people, a middle aged man and woman who had a world weary look about them, with a deep sadness in their eyes that came through even on this outlined sketch. These were quite clearly the parents of two lost children who knew that would never see them again. I felt all choked up looking at them. Tears blurred my own eyes. I handed the leaf back to her and sat down heavily on a nearby root.
Herlinda took the leaf back with both hands, held it close to her body again as she too sat down.
She looked up at me after a minute, “The Tree, he said that we were welcome here whenever we want to come, that makes me glad. But he did say that the cave on the other side is a special place where only you, Senor Bones, were allowed to go. Even Diego has agreed to leave that place alone, especially after the Tree gave him permission to climb his branches. Diego loves to climb.”
“Yeah, so I noticed. Hey, if the Tree says you can stay here, I have no problem with that. I come here sometimes for answers to questions I can’t find any other answers to. His name is Yggsdrasil.”
“Yes, he told us.”
“OK, speaking of needing answers, I need to go visit that special place. The Tree had better not have worn himself out just yet, he’s got some ‘splaining to do!”
Herlinda nodded her understading as I got up, her eyes were fixed again on the image of her long dead parent. I could hear her nearly silent sobs as I slunk away, feeling like quite the heel.
But what could I do? I barely knew the girl. I was still coming to terms with the shit I was going through. Damn, how weird is this, thinking I should be going over to comfort one fo the Spirits who inhabited a deadly damn blade?
I set my shoulders and continued on around the trunk of the Tree, coming to the small entrance to the Cave below.
I stooped down and entered, slinking down the slick steps carefully until I was standing in the dark room that echoed with the steady drip drop of water falling from the roots above to the small pool that I had looked into before.
Finally, I had sense of aloneness with the Tree. Diego and Herlinda were just fleeting memories as I breathed deep the dank air of the cave, heavy with moisture and earthy aromas. There was a sense of decay and thriving life all at once here.
“Tree, please help me.”
I heard the familiar sighing rustle from above. I was finally able to make out what the Tree was saying as it responded to me. “Welcome back. It has been too long since your last visit.”
“I’ve been kinda busy, you know.”
“Yes. But when things are most hectic and when events drive you to distraction, it is most important to seek solace and to find answers from within.”
“Please don’t mess with my head this time, I need to get some answers and fast. Do you see what happens to me when I am gone?”
“I am the Seed of your Spirit, what happens to the Seed Father is known to the Son.”
“What is happening to my body? Why am I reacting to light now like that? Why is my skin crawling with little worms and why am I starting to feel things again? Why the Hell can’t I stay a fucking zombie? It’s so much easier that way!”
(To be continued...)
Thursday, August 18, 2005
Allergic to Sunlight?!?
Cleaning up the mess of the Grendel incident was no fun. Between the New York City Police Department and the Bureau, I had to write more memos and reports than I could believe. I also had to help the Bureau come up with a believable story to cover up the fact that an inhuman serial killer had been stalking the city, been killed and the body disposed of without making a big splash in the news hungry press of the Big Apple.
All that had to be done after helping Ravyn and Herne take Fang’s body to the Portal in fortune teller’s cluttered basement home and business. I was sad to see Ravyn and Herne go, since I had the disturbing feeling that it would be awhile before I saw either of them again. But they needed to get healed up from their injuries and to take care of the arrangements with Fang’s body.
My biggest shock of all, however, came later in the day when I stepped out into the sunlight like I have nearly every day of my (un)life and for the first time felt a strange sensation on my skin. Mind you, I haven’t felt a damn thing on my skin in nearly two damn years, so this was a bit of a surprise.
It was hard to quantify what the damn feeling was for a moment, I kind of just stood there for a minute, puzzled. One of the two agents sitting in the car waiting for us to come out was the one who focused things for me, “Agent Bones, why are you smoking? Are you alright?”
I looked down at my hands and the bit of my forearm that were visible and noted, “I’ll be damned, I am smoking!”
The exposed skin on my hands, arms, gut (from the slash in my clothes created by the stab wound), and face and head was literally smoking and burning in the damn sunlight!
OK, I’m not the brightest guy around, but I stepped into the shadow of one of the buildings and no longer felt the sensation of...burning...anymore. My skin stopped smoking, but remained a little charred from the time I stood there dumbfounded. As I watched, the skin that burned began to smooth out and change. The charred bits fell off, sloughing in small, dark patches, but the fresh skin beneath was of a darker hue than before. I could almost see tendrils of darkness weaving themselves into my skin, pulling together healthy patches with their own new fabric of small dark strands.
I shuddered as I realized just how significant some of the changes were going to be. I was fucking allergic to sunlight! This was going to be pretty damn inconvenient in my everyday existence!
The agent who had appraoched me out of concern took one close look at me, covered his mouth briefly, and then pitched over onto his knees retching. When i went over to see if he was alright, I stepped back into a patch of sunlight inadvertantly and began smoking again. When he looked up at me the sight was too much even for a seasoned FBI agent to handle, he made the sign of cross and scrambled back to his car faster than I figured he could move in his condition.
I stepped back into the shadows, which again ended the burning sensation I was feeling as well the smoking, and tried to collect my thoughts.
The car with the two agents in it peeled away, with both agents inside casting furtive glances my way as they fled.
So how the Hell was I going to be able to move around in the daylight? It was still in the afternoon, and I had to drive the van back to the Bonesmobile, a 40-50 minute drive.
I decided to call SAIC Murphy and let him in on the problem before he heard it from his panicked men. He agreed to bring me a hat, sunglasses, gloves, scarf, and a black trenchcoat, although he didn’t quite seem to grasp why I needed them at this particular moment. His questins were answered by my appearance when he arrived with the requested items.
He agreed that meetings in the immediate future to clean up the aforementioned messes would take place after sunset.
Once I was bundled up worse than a woman at a Taliban convention, I was able to drive the van back to my base of operations. I then spent some time sending my own queries to the Frau, the Professor and everyone else I could think of who might be able to explain my newfound allergy to the fucking Sun.
All that had to be done after helping Ravyn and Herne take Fang’s body to the Portal in fortune teller’s cluttered basement home and business. I was sad to see Ravyn and Herne go, since I had the disturbing feeling that it would be awhile before I saw either of them again. But they needed to get healed up from their injuries and to take care of the arrangements with Fang’s body.
My biggest shock of all, however, came later in the day when I stepped out into the sunlight like I have nearly every day of my (un)life and for the first time felt a strange sensation on my skin. Mind you, I haven’t felt a damn thing on my skin in nearly two damn years, so this was a bit of a surprise.
It was hard to quantify what the damn feeling was for a moment, I kind of just stood there for a minute, puzzled. One of the two agents sitting in the car waiting for us to come out was the one who focused things for me, “Agent Bones, why are you smoking? Are you alright?”
I looked down at my hands and the bit of my forearm that were visible and noted, “I’ll be damned, I am smoking!”
The exposed skin on my hands, arms, gut (from the slash in my clothes created by the stab wound), and face and head was literally smoking and burning in the damn sunlight!
OK, I’m not the brightest guy around, but I stepped into the shadow of one of the buildings and no longer felt the sensation of...burning...anymore. My skin stopped smoking, but remained a little charred from the time I stood there dumbfounded. As I watched, the skin that burned began to smooth out and change. The charred bits fell off, sloughing in small, dark patches, but the fresh skin beneath was of a darker hue than before. I could almost see tendrils of darkness weaving themselves into my skin, pulling together healthy patches with their own new fabric of small dark strands.
I shuddered as I realized just how significant some of the changes were going to be. I was fucking allergic to sunlight! This was going to be pretty damn inconvenient in my everyday existence!
The agent who had appraoched me out of concern took one close look at me, covered his mouth briefly, and then pitched over onto his knees retching. When i went over to see if he was alright, I stepped back into a patch of sunlight inadvertantly and began smoking again. When he looked up at me the sight was too much even for a seasoned FBI agent to handle, he made the sign of cross and scrambled back to his car faster than I figured he could move in his condition.
I stepped back into the shadows, which again ended the burning sensation I was feeling as well the smoking, and tried to collect my thoughts.
The car with the two agents in it peeled away, with both agents inside casting furtive glances my way as they fled.
So how the Hell was I going to be able to move around in the daylight? It was still in the afternoon, and I had to drive the van back to the Bonesmobile, a 40-50 minute drive.
I decided to call SAIC Murphy and let him in on the problem before he heard it from his panicked men. He agreed to bring me a hat, sunglasses, gloves, scarf, and a black trenchcoat, although he didn’t quite seem to grasp why I needed them at this particular moment. His questins were answered by my appearance when he arrived with the requested items.
He agreed that meetings in the immediate future to clean up the aforementioned messes would take place after sunset.
Once I was bundled up worse than a woman at a Taliban convention, I was able to drive the van back to my base of operations. I then spent some time sending my own queries to the Frau, the Professor and everyone else I could think of who might be able to explain my newfound allergy to the fucking Sun.
Sunday, August 14, 2005
Drake's Second Message
I had listened to this message prior to facing Grendel the first time, and had intended to post the contents after investigating things, but getting my ass kicked as thoroughly as I did kinda prevented me from posting it immediately. Of course, once I was repaired, I was more focused on getting some payback rather than posting the rantings of this damn madman. But now is a good time, as the Boneswulf story has been told, and in the coruse of it, more has been learned about Drake. Some of this second message actually makes more sense now than when I heard it for the first time.
So, I will now post the contents of his message, without editing it this time-you bastard, I know you’re reading this-and I will now have time to make progress towards getting his next damn love letter. Without further blather on my part, here is the message:
“Ah yes, I see you do desire to learn more about me. I am glad to see that you still have enough vestiges of your humanity to be curious. That is a good sign, a good sign indeed.
“So you know by now that I was a mentor to the man best known as Rasputin. He was one of my pupils, a fast learner he was as well, but alas, he was too interested in the pleasures of the flesh to master the lessons I had to teach. Still, he nearly escaped from the trap that was laid for him.
“But enough of poor dead Grigori, I merely wanted to peak your interest with him. I am sure that even you have surmised by now that there is far more mystery about me than my mere age. For while it is remarkable how long I have been around, it is more remarkable the way in which I have accomplished this over the many centuries of my existence.
“That is the mystery you must unravel, my dear son, if you are ever to discover how to bring about my end. But let us not get ahead of ourselves here.
“Right now, I want to focus not on the How of my immortality, but the Why of it.
“For as long as humans have had the brains to recognize their own mortality and to fear what laid upon the Other Side, there have been those who also had the ability to manipulate matter and energy with what we call magick. In those earliest, primitive groups, those people who had the innate ability to do things with magick were seen as special. Their talents were often seen as useful to the whole group, either in healing the sick, or in foretelling good times to hunt or move the group. These talented people were fairly rare, probably no more common than 1 in 1000 adults, which is a really small percentage when you consider how small most of these groups were, often no more than 10-20 adults per group.
“When someone was discovered to have this talent, they were given special status in the groups, and indeed they would often come to serve more than one group with their skills, as they were seen as too valuable to everyone’s survival for just one group to benefit. Over time, as groups of humans grew in size and some became more sedentary, these kinds of specially talented people became a distinct class of priests or shamans. In some societies these people were elevated to the point that they either ruled directly, or they selected those who ruled in their name.
“But in some societies, these people were cast to the fringes, and their abilities regarded as suspect, as well they should have been. Over time, almost all societies came to recognize the threat that these people represented. You must understand, when a group of people possesses a set of skills that sets them far above other people, those who lacked those skills feared that they would be forced into being the slaves of those who had them, and rightly so, since in many of those ancient societies that were ruled by this priestly class did become enslaved.
“The most successful cultures found ways to identify and either eliminate these ‘sorcerors’ or force them into roles that served the greater good. Organized religion is one such avenue. Even Christianity has evolved from a small cult of followers of a powerful ‘mystic’ to become an organ of control over the masses and the small minority of magically talented people, many of whom become ‘called’ to the ministry.
“But in many cases over the centuries of human civilizations, many of these ‘talented’ individuals escaped into the shadows of society and formed secret groups, cults, or covens where they could learn to practice their talents and use them in secret to gain advantage over those who didn’t possess these skills.
“Now some of these secret groups formed merely to help others of their kind to survive, and some even helped ‘normal’ people in times of need. But most of these groups had secret agendas that envisioned them regaining the power over the masses that they once had back at the dawn of civilization.
“I am sure your mind is beginning to wander, so let me bring you back into focus with this little lecture. I was born a very long time ago to a family of very ‘talented’ people. However, I learned very early on that this ‘talent’ is not always hereditary, as I completely lacked any of the abilities that made my family ‘special’.
“In my youthful naivete, I tried as hard as I could to please my parents through hard work and diligence. But to no avail, to them I was just an extra mouth to feed with no useful skills. I was a burden and a symbol of failure to them, even as my siblings all showed promise and potential. It came as little surprise to me then to be sent packing as a young man, to find my own way in the world with nothing to survive by but my own strength and my wits.
“Yes, I know this hardly sounds like a unique sob story, but it is important if you want to know why I became who I have become and why I have done many of the things I have done.
“I had seen the intimate world of these ‘talented’ people and I saw how my parents were far older than they appeared to be. I saw how they used their ‘talents’ to improve their lives at the expense of others who didn’t have those ‘talents’.
“When I left our family home, I was ashamed of being weak, of being without any ‘talent’ and I was burning with the desire to find my own talent, or to acquire one in some way and return to show my parents the mistake they had made in sending me away.
“I returned many years later, after travelling much of the known world at that time as a soldier, as a seeker, and finally as a man who become more than a man. It was with great relish that I saw the look of horror and surprise on the faces of my former family as I took their power and extended my own life beyond my own wildest dreams.
“Your quest, should you choose to continue it, is to find out where I came from, and what secret I found. When you do that, you will find out how to defeat me.
“That is enough for now. I will be following your progress. When you are ready, I will send you the next message and the next clue to your journey.”
With that, the message ended. What did I tell you? The ravings of a madman.
So, I will now post the contents of his message, without editing it this time-you bastard, I know you’re reading this-and I will now have time to make progress towards getting his next damn love letter. Without further blather on my part, here is the message:
“Ah yes, I see you do desire to learn more about me. I am glad to see that you still have enough vestiges of your humanity to be curious. That is a good sign, a good sign indeed.
“So you know by now that I was a mentor to the man best known as Rasputin. He was one of my pupils, a fast learner he was as well, but alas, he was too interested in the pleasures of the flesh to master the lessons I had to teach. Still, he nearly escaped from the trap that was laid for him.
“But enough of poor dead Grigori, I merely wanted to peak your interest with him. I am sure that even you have surmised by now that there is far more mystery about me than my mere age. For while it is remarkable how long I have been around, it is more remarkable the way in which I have accomplished this over the many centuries of my existence.
“That is the mystery you must unravel, my dear son, if you are ever to discover how to bring about my end. But let us not get ahead of ourselves here.
“Right now, I want to focus not on the How of my immortality, but the Why of it.
“For as long as humans have had the brains to recognize their own mortality and to fear what laid upon the Other Side, there have been those who also had the ability to manipulate matter and energy with what we call magick. In those earliest, primitive groups, those people who had the innate ability to do things with magick were seen as special. Their talents were often seen as useful to the whole group, either in healing the sick, or in foretelling good times to hunt or move the group. These talented people were fairly rare, probably no more common than 1 in 1000 adults, which is a really small percentage when you consider how small most of these groups were, often no more than 10-20 adults per group.
“When someone was discovered to have this talent, they were given special status in the groups, and indeed they would often come to serve more than one group with their skills, as they were seen as too valuable to everyone’s survival for just one group to benefit. Over time, as groups of humans grew in size and some became more sedentary, these kinds of specially talented people became a distinct class of priests or shamans. In some societies these people were elevated to the point that they either ruled directly, or they selected those who ruled in their name.
“But in some societies, these people were cast to the fringes, and their abilities regarded as suspect, as well they should have been. Over time, almost all societies came to recognize the threat that these people represented. You must understand, when a group of people possesses a set of skills that sets them far above other people, those who lacked those skills feared that they would be forced into being the slaves of those who had them, and rightly so, since in many of those ancient societies that were ruled by this priestly class did become enslaved.
“The most successful cultures found ways to identify and either eliminate these ‘sorcerors’ or force them into roles that served the greater good. Organized religion is one such avenue. Even Christianity has evolved from a small cult of followers of a powerful ‘mystic’ to become an organ of control over the masses and the small minority of magically talented people, many of whom become ‘called’ to the ministry.
“But in many cases over the centuries of human civilizations, many of these ‘talented’ individuals escaped into the shadows of society and formed secret groups, cults, or covens where they could learn to practice their talents and use them in secret to gain advantage over those who didn’t possess these skills.
“Now some of these secret groups formed merely to help others of their kind to survive, and some even helped ‘normal’ people in times of need. But most of these groups had secret agendas that envisioned them regaining the power over the masses that they once had back at the dawn of civilization.
“I am sure your mind is beginning to wander, so let me bring you back into focus with this little lecture. I was born a very long time ago to a family of very ‘talented’ people. However, I learned very early on that this ‘talent’ is not always hereditary, as I completely lacked any of the abilities that made my family ‘special’.
“In my youthful naivete, I tried as hard as I could to please my parents through hard work and diligence. But to no avail, to them I was just an extra mouth to feed with no useful skills. I was a burden and a symbol of failure to them, even as my siblings all showed promise and potential. It came as little surprise to me then to be sent packing as a young man, to find my own way in the world with nothing to survive by but my own strength and my wits.
“Yes, I know this hardly sounds like a unique sob story, but it is important if you want to know why I became who I have become and why I have done many of the things I have done.
“I had seen the intimate world of these ‘talented’ people and I saw how my parents were far older than they appeared to be. I saw how they used their ‘talents’ to improve their lives at the expense of others who didn’t have those ‘talents’.
“When I left our family home, I was ashamed of being weak, of being without any ‘talent’ and I was burning with the desire to find my own talent, or to acquire one in some way and return to show my parents the mistake they had made in sending me away.
“I returned many years later, after travelling much of the known world at that time as a soldier, as a seeker, and finally as a man who become more than a man. It was with great relish that I saw the look of horror and surprise on the faces of my former family as I took their power and extended my own life beyond my own wildest dreams.
“Your quest, should you choose to continue it, is to find out where I came from, and what secret I found. When you do that, you will find out how to defeat me.
“That is enough for now. I will be following your progress. When you are ready, I will send you the next message and the next clue to your journey.”
With that, the message ended. What did I tell you? The ravings of a madman.
Facing the Music
In a rush, I became aware of myself again, mainly becaus Ravyn was shaking, or at least trying to shake me. “You damn fool stoopid zombie! I don’t even know why I care! I can’t believe he grabbed the blade like that!”
That and more than a few expletives flew from her lips as she was trying to pry the blade from my fingers without actually touching the hilt of it. Herne stood nearby clutching his side, a look of bemusement and concern on his face.
I must say, I was a bit bad as I let her continue on for a bit, just to see if she could actually pry the blade out my hand. It was amusing to listen to her tirade. (And boy am I gonna hear it when she reads this!)
“Rusty Bones, you better snap out of it before I burn this thing out of your hand. We need to destroy these cursed blades!”
“No.”
She just about jumped out of her skin at hearing me respond to her last comment. She recovered far quicker than i normally do after being surprised though. She stopped trying to pry the hilt loose and instead whipped around to face me, hands on her hips with a very defiant glare in her eyes, which were flashing bright orange warning signs. “What do you mean, ‘no’ to?”
“No, we cannot destroy these last two blades.” I stood back up, glad that I never had to worry about tightness in muscles, or at least not having to worry about feeling it. “The Spirits in the blades do not wish to be released just yet.”
Herne spoke up, “Look Rusty, these blades are abominations beyond belief. They must be destroyed so that those poor innocent Spirits can be released. It was the only on the condition that we finally dispose of them that Moira allowed the blades out of her eyesight.”
Ravyn piped in, “Have you been possessed by one of those damn things?”
“No I haven’t been possessed, at least not by the blades. But the Spirit of this blade, Diego, did draw me into the Spiritworld for a discussion with his sister, Herlinda, she’s the Spirit in the other blade.”
Herne cocked his head, “The Spirits spoke to you? What did they have to say?”
I told them what had happened and about how the twins wanted to remain as they were until they had a chance to help destroy the man who was most responsible for their being trapped within the blades and forced to kill other magickally talented people...Drake.
Ravyn’s eyes grew wide as saucers, flashing brighter than ever before, “That bastard again! How is that even possible?”
I shook my head, “I don’t know for sure, but I have my suspicions, especially after reading the messages he has left on that PDA he left for me. Now, the Spirits in these blades tell me that they saw their creator in my memories when I was being separated from Ma Grendel. When we spoke during the struggle, Ma Grendel did refer to him as my father, and said that she had met him many times.”
Herne spoke up, “Somehow that doesn’t surprise me all that much. There was a similar feel to both Grendel and Drake when I got near either of them. Perhaps they are of a kind, and perhaps that explains his seemingly extraordinary age. They are not of the natural world, that much is for certain.”
I was still holding Diego’s blade in my hand, I brought it up to look at it a little bit better. Something seemed changed about it, the blade actually reflected a little of the light being shed by Ravyn’s floating flame orbs. He felt lighter in my hand, the blade seemed to want to dance and play, much like the youthful, playful spirit contained inside it.
Reluctantly, I sheathed the blade in the sheath that been for another weapon, now destroyed. Nothing happened as I sheathed it.
Ravyn had gasped as I made the motiuon to sheath it, but the gasp died down quickly as nothing happened. “You shouldn’t have been able to do that.” She said it very quietly, almost like speaking it louder might bring about some sort of reaction.
“Look, I told you, Diego and Herlinda have promised to work with me, to help destroy Drake. Maybe because we are all abominations created by the same bastard, their curse doesn’t affect me like it would someone else, or maybe it’s because I am already dead, but I do know that they have said they will serve me, so long as my cause is Just, whatever the Hell that means.”
I walked over to Herne. “Let me have the other one. I can promise you that they will only be used against creatures and foes like these things we just killed, and against the likes of Drake and whoever he gets to serve him. Once Drake is gone, I have a feeling these Spirits will allow themselves to be released.” I held out my hand.
Herne looked hesitant at first. Herlinda was still sheathed on his belt. With a glance over to Ravyn, who wasn’t looking too sure herself, he reached down to his belt and undid the ties that held the sheath in place, handed me the sheathed blade.
“Thank you.” I drew Herlinda from her sheath and examined her blade as well. Was it me or did her blade seem slightly longer, slimmer and more graceful than her brothers? Her blade also now reflected the orange flames of Ravyn’s orbiting flame balls. Herlinda didn’t seem to be as eager to play as her brother, there was a far more serious feeling of deadly purpose about her. She had killed many, many times but took no joy in the activity. I could feel her deep desire to kill just one more time...
I sheathed her quickly, again no reaction. I tied her sheath to my belt for the moment, with the intention of finding a way to mount both blades on my back for easier, quicker access.
Ravyn was strangely subdued as she spoke up again, “We need to get out of here. Let’s tend to Fang’s remains and get back to the Frau for some much needed healing. I’ve had enough excitement for awhile.”
Herne looked relieved that someone else felt the same way, “Yeah, I need to get home and do some ‘splaining to Moira. She’s not going to be happy about this turn of events. We also need to let Fang’s family know that he died a hero.”
“Yeah, I’ll take care of the Bureau paperwork. Ravyn, can you manage to transport you guys back to the Frau? It will only complicate things if you guys are still here when I make my reports.”
“I think so. Once we get back to the home of that unfortunate fortune teller, I think I saw a Portal we can use.”
With nothing else to say, we turned and headed back the way we had come.
That and more than a few expletives flew from her lips as she was trying to pry the blade from my fingers without actually touching the hilt of it. Herne stood nearby clutching his side, a look of bemusement and concern on his face.
I must say, I was a bit bad as I let her continue on for a bit, just to see if she could actually pry the blade out my hand. It was amusing to listen to her tirade. (And boy am I gonna hear it when she reads this!)
“Rusty Bones, you better snap out of it before I burn this thing out of your hand. We need to destroy these cursed blades!”
“No.”
She just about jumped out of her skin at hearing me respond to her last comment. She recovered far quicker than i normally do after being surprised though. She stopped trying to pry the hilt loose and instead whipped around to face me, hands on her hips with a very defiant glare in her eyes, which were flashing bright orange warning signs. “What do you mean, ‘no’ to?”
“No, we cannot destroy these last two blades.” I stood back up, glad that I never had to worry about tightness in muscles, or at least not having to worry about feeling it. “The Spirits in the blades do not wish to be released just yet.”
Herne spoke up, “Look Rusty, these blades are abominations beyond belief. They must be destroyed so that those poor innocent Spirits can be released. It was the only on the condition that we finally dispose of them that Moira allowed the blades out of her eyesight.”
Ravyn piped in, “Have you been possessed by one of those damn things?”
“No I haven’t been possessed, at least not by the blades. But the Spirit of this blade, Diego, did draw me into the Spiritworld for a discussion with his sister, Herlinda, she’s the Spirit in the other blade.”
Herne cocked his head, “The Spirits spoke to you? What did they have to say?”
I told them what had happened and about how the twins wanted to remain as they were until they had a chance to help destroy the man who was most responsible for their being trapped within the blades and forced to kill other magickally talented people...Drake.
Ravyn’s eyes grew wide as saucers, flashing brighter than ever before, “That bastard again! How is that even possible?”
I shook my head, “I don’t know for sure, but I have my suspicions, especially after reading the messages he has left on that PDA he left for me. Now, the Spirits in these blades tell me that they saw their creator in my memories when I was being separated from Ma Grendel. When we spoke during the struggle, Ma Grendel did refer to him as my father, and said that she had met him many times.”
Herne spoke up, “Somehow that doesn’t surprise me all that much. There was a similar feel to both Grendel and Drake when I got near either of them. Perhaps they are of a kind, and perhaps that explains his seemingly extraordinary age. They are not of the natural world, that much is for certain.”
I was still holding Diego’s blade in my hand, I brought it up to look at it a little bit better. Something seemed changed about it, the blade actually reflected a little of the light being shed by Ravyn’s floating flame orbs. He felt lighter in my hand, the blade seemed to want to dance and play, much like the youthful, playful spirit contained inside it.
Reluctantly, I sheathed the blade in the sheath that been for another weapon, now destroyed. Nothing happened as I sheathed it.
Ravyn had gasped as I made the motiuon to sheath it, but the gasp died down quickly as nothing happened. “You shouldn’t have been able to do that.” She said it very quietly, almost like speaking it louder might bring about some sort of reaction.
“Look, I told you, Diego and Herlinda have promised to work with me, to help destroy Drake. Maybe because we are all abominations created by the same bastard, their curse doesn’t affect me like it would someone else, or maybe it’s because I am already dead, but I do know that they have said they will serve me, so long as my cause is Just, whatever the Hell that means.”
I walked over to Herne. “Let me have the other one. I can promise you that they will only be used against creatures and foes like these things we just killed, and against the likes of Drake and whoever he gets to serve him. Once Drake is gone, I have a feeling these Spirits will allow themselves to be released.” I held out my hand.
Herne looked hesitant at first. Herlinda was still sheathed on his belt. With a glance over to Ravyn, who wasn’t looking too sure herself, he reached down to his belt and undid the ties that held the sheath in place, handed me the sheathed blade.
“Thank you.” I drew Herlinda from her sheath and examined her blade as well. Was it me or did her blade seem slightly longer, slimmer and more graceful than her brothers? Her blade also now reflected the orange flames of Ravyn’s orbiting flame balls. Herlinda didn’t seem to be as eager to play as her brother, there was a far more serious feeling of deadly purpose about her. She had killed many, many times but took no joy in the activity. I could feel her deep desire to kill just one more time...
I sheathed her quickly, again no reaction. I tied her sheath to my belt for the moment, with the intention of finding a way to mount both blades on my back for easier, quicker access.
Ravyn was strangely subdued as she spoke up again, “We need to get out of here. Let’s tend to Fang’s remains and get back to the Frau for some much needed healing. I’ve had enough excitement for awhile.”
Herne looked relieved that someone else felt the same way, “Yeah, I need to get home and do some ‘splaining to Moira. She’s not going to be happy about this turn of events. We also need to let Fang’s family know that he died a hero.”
“Yeah, I’ll take care of the Bureau paperwork. Ravyn, can you manage to transport you guys back to the Frau? It will only complicate things if you guys are still here when I make my reports.”
“I think so. Once we get back to the home of that unfortunate fortune teller, I think I saw a Portal we can use.”
With nothing else to say, we turned and headed back the way we had come.
Monday, August 08, 2005
Dark Discoveries
When Ravyn got up, after discovering her stern side again, her eyes grew wide, one hand going to cover her mouth, the other pointing at my chest, where she had been sitting only moments before.
I looked down at what she was pointing at, the broken blade protruding only slightly from my chest. I reached up and fingered the still sharp edge of the blade. Carefully, I pinched down on the flat of the blade and gently pulled it out. “Ah don’t worry darling, it might be a little on the sticky and messy side, but I should be OK.”
There was a bit of my carmelized goop on the blade as it slid out from between my ribs. Of course, I didn’t feel any pain, so it was pretty easy to do. There was only a small spurt of ‘juice’ as the last bit of the blade came free.
I pulled the blade up to my eyes so I could take a better look at the thing, but was shocked out of my examination by another gasp from Ravyn. She was still pointing at my wound.
I looked down again. this time I shared her surprise as I watched in amazement as the skin around the edges of the wound began to bind itself back together. It wasn’t a real fast process, more like a steady knitting of fabric than flesh actually healing. I could see little tendrils of darkness reaching out from the edges of the gaping wound, finding other small probing tendrils, and then knotting themselves together in a gradual, deliberate manner that closed up the wound fully within two minutes.
“Wow, that’s a first.”
Ravyn looked up from the now very dark scar on the previously pale white flesh to my eyes. There was an intense look about her eyes as she asked, “What happened here? Tell me everything, and don’t you dare leave out any little details.”
It took more than a few minutes to relate the struggle with Ma Grendel and the fateful decision I made to take her out of action. Then I relayed the journey that we took together and the meeting with the little Spanish girl.
Both Herne and Ravyn listened carefully as I finished up with the cryptic statements of Maria and my return to my body.
Herne had moved over to where the other blade had fallen from my hand in the struggle with Ma Grendel and was a little hesitant in picking it up. He looked up from where the blade lay, asking, “So you don’t know what changes have taken place, eh? Well I think we see one significant change, your body seems to heal itself of some wounds.”
Ravyn looked from me to Herne and back to me. “Herne Clarksson, you better not pick that blade up, I don’t know if it has drawn any blood!”
I got up, feeling almost...stronger, more balanced than I could remember feeling in quite some time. I seemed to move easier and with better agility as I walked to where Herne stood. I reached down and picked the blade up before Ravyn could object.
As soon as my hand wrapped around the hilt, my Spirit was drawn through the hilt, pulled into the blade itself, where I soon found myself standing on a windswept, rocky mountain slope. Facing me at a good twenty paces was a small brown skinned boy with dark hair and an impish grin.
He waved for me to follow him and bounded from rock outcrop to rock outcrop like a mountain goat. Not seeing any viable alternative I followed after him, a bit slower and a lot clumsier, but I followed nonetheless.
He was so quick that I soon lost sight of him, but his high pitched laughter led to me where he was waiting. Soon I found myself standing outside of what appeared to be an abandoned herders hut. the boy was waiting for me right outside the darkened door. As soon as I got close enough to watch him, he disapeared inside.
I got to the door, looked at the nearly collapsing roof above, but slipped inside after him.
It took a moment for my eyes to adjust to the gloom inside, but when they did, I found that my little guide had a companion, a girl who was maybe a year older than him, taller, but of the same brown complexion and dark hair. They were very clearly siblings.
She spoke first. “Buenos dias Senor Bones.”
My ears perked up at the accented Spanish, very similar to that of Maria, the girl who had returned me to my body just recently. “Hello. Who are you?”
She continued speaking, this time though, I either understood the language unconsciously or she had learned some English. “My name is Herlinda and this my twin brother Diego. Pardon him, but he has never spoken.”
“S’alright by me, I suppose. So what can I do for you?”
“My brother and I are the last of the spirits trapped within the weapons you call the Witchbane blades. All of our companion spirits have been release by the destruction of the other blades. Maria Guadelupe was the last one besides us. We are very happy that the others have been freed from the prisons we have shared for so long.”
“Yeah, so am I. As soon as we are done here, I can destroy the other two blades, to set two free!”
Herlinda’s eyes grew wide, while Diego grew very animated, bouncing up and down. “No, Senor Bones, this you must not do!” She seemed very adamant.
“Why the Hell not? I can’t let you remain trapped like this!”
“You must not destroy our blades yet. We have a request of you.”
“Uh, OK. What can I do?”
“When Maria Guadelupe freed you from the Other who had taken you, she discovered something very important about you and your history. Someone you have met and know very well was the one who trapped us in these blades in the first place.”
“Son of a fucking bitch, that bastard Drake!”
“We did not know the name that you know him by, but in the time we lived, he was a powerful advisor to the Archbishop who created these blades because he was obsessed with finding and torturing people like our parents, people who could work with the energies of the world around them, people he called Witches.”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing, that must mean that Drake, or whatever the Hell his name was then, had been around since the fucking Inquisition!
“We beg you, Senor Bones, please do not destroy our blades until you have a chance to use them against this man you call Drake. It will bring us great peace if we can use our powers to strip him of the lives he has stolen from so many to fuel his quest.”
I was stunned. These two...children...but how could I consider 500 year old Spirits to be children...wanted me to keep them trapped so that they could help destroy my own mortal enemy! Unbelieveable. “Look, I can understand the desire for revenge, God only knows how badly I want to destroy that bastard. But do you really want to remained trapped until I can track him down again? I have no idea where he is now, or how soon I will find him again.”
“But you will be looking, yes?”
“Damn straight I will.”
“Then that is enough for Diego and I. Hunt this man, this monster, and we will willingly serve you as weapons against all foes like the Others you faced with Maria Guadelupe.”
“Wow. If you are sure you want to do this, I will agree to keep the blades intact until I find and defeat Drake.”
“Then we shall serve you willingly, so long as your cause is Just.”
I looked down at what she was pointing at, the broken blade protruding only slightly from my chest. I reached up and fingered the still sharp edge of the blade. Carefully, I pinched down on the flat of the blade and gently pulled it out. “Ah don’t worry darling, it might be a little on the sticky and messy side, but I should be OK.”
There was a bit of my carmelized goop on the blade as it slid out from between my ribs. Of course, I didn’t feel any pain, so it was pretty easy to do. There was only a small spurt of ‘juice’ as the last bit of the blade came free.
I pulled the blade up to my eyes so I could take a better look at the thing, but was shocked out of my examination by another gasp from Ravyn. She was still pointing at my wound.
I looked down again. this time I shared her surprise as I watched in amazement as the skin around the edges of the wound began to bind itself back together. It wasn’t a real fast process, more like a steady knitting of fabric than flesh actually healing. I could see little tendrils of darkness reaching out from the edges of the gaping wound, finding other small probing tendrils, and then knotting themselves together in a gradual, deliberate manner that closed up the wound fully within two minutes.
“Wow, that’s a first.”
Ravyn looked up from the now very dark scar on the previously pale white flesh to my eyes. There was an intense look about her eyes as she asked, “What happened here? Tell me everything, and don’t you dare leave out any little details.”
It took more than a few minutes to relate the struggle with Ma Grendel and the fateful decision I made to take her out of action. Then I relayed the journey that we took together and the meeting with the little Spanish girl.
Both Herne and Ravyn listened carefully as I finished up with the cryptic statements of Maria and my return to my body.
Herne had moved over to where the other blade had fallen from my hand in the struggle with Ma Grendel and was a little hesitant in picking it up. He looked up from where the blade lay, asking, “So you don’t know what changes have taken place, eh? Well I think we see one significant change, your body seems to heal itself of some wounds.”
Ravyn looked from me to Herne and back to me. “Herne Clarksson, you better not pick that blade up, I don’t know if it has drawn any blood!”
I got up, feeling almost...stronger, more balanced than I could remember feeling in quite some time. I seemed to move easier and with better agility as I walked to where Herne stood. I reached down and picked the blade up before Ravyn could object.
As soon as my hand wrapped around the hilt, my Spirit was drawn through the hilt, pulled into the blade itself, where I soon found myself standing on a windswept, rocky mountain slope. Facing me at a good twenty paces was a small brown skinned boy with dark hair and an impish grin.
He waved for me to follow him and bounded from rock outcrop to rock outcrop like a mountain goat. Not seeing any viable alternative I followed after him, a bit slower and a lot clumsier, but I followed nonetheless.
He was so quick that I soon lost sight of him, but his high pitched laughter led to me where he was waiting. Soon I found myself standing outside of what appeared to be an abandoned herders hut. the boy was waiting for me right outside the darkened door. As soon as I got close enough to watch him, he disapeared inside.
I got to the door, looked at the nearly collapsing roof above, but slipped inside after him.
It took a moment for my eyes to adjust to the gloom inside, but when they did, I found that my little guide had a companion, a girl who was maybe a year older than him, taller, but of the same brown complexion and dark hair. They were very clearly siblings.
She spoke first. “Buenos dias Senor Bones.”
My ears perked up at the accented Spanish, very similar to that of Maria, the girl who had returned me to my body just recently. “Hello. Who are you?”
She continued speaking, this time though, I either understood the language unconsciously or she had learned some English. “My name is Herlinda and this my twin brother Diego. Pardon him, but he has never spoken.”
“S’alright by me, I suppose. So what can I do for you?”
“My brother and I are the last of the spirits trapped within the weapons you call the Witchbane blades. All of our companion spirits have been release by the destruction of the other blades. Maria Guadelupe was the last one besides us. We are very happy that the others have been freed from the prisons we have shared for so long.”
“Yeah, so am I. As soon as we are done here, I can destroy the other two blades, to set two free!”
Herlinda’s eyes grew wide, while Diego grew very animated, bouncing up and down. “No, Senor Bones, this you must not do!” She seemed very adamant.
“Why the Hell not? I can’t let you remain trapped like this!”
“You must not destroy our blades yet. We have a request of you.”
“Uh, OK. What can I do?”
“When Maria Guadelupe freed you from the Other who had taken you, she discovered something very important about you and your history. Someone you have met and know very well was the one who trapped us in these blades in the first place.”
“Son of a fucking bitch, that bastard Drake!”
“We did not know the name that you know him by, but in the time we lived, he was a powerful advisor to the Archbishop who created these blades because he was obsessed with finding and torturing people like our parents, people who could work with the energies of the world around them, people he called Witches.”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing, that must mean that Drake, or whatever the Hell his name was then, had been around since the fucking Inquisition!
“We beg you, Senor Bones, please do not destroy our blades until you have a chance to use them against this man you call Drake. It will bring us great peace if we can use our powers to strip him of the lives he has stolen from so many to fuel his quest.”
I was stunned. These two...children...but how could I consider 500 year old Spirits to be children...wanted me to keep them trapped so that they could help destroy my own mortal enemy! Unbelieveable. “Look, I can understand the desire for revenge, God only knows how badly I want to destroy that bastard. But do you really want to remained trapped until I can track him down again? I have no idea where he is now, or how soon I will find him again.”
“But you will be looking, yes?”
“Damn straight I will.”
“Then that is enough for Diego and I. Hunt this man, this monster, and we will willingly serve you as weapons against all foes like the Others you faced with Maria Guadelupe.”
“Wow. If you are sure you want to do this, I will agree to keep the blades intact until I find and defeat Drake.”
“Then we shall serve you willingly, so long as your cause is Just.”
Thursday, August 04, 2005
Boneswulf...Aftermath
The thing about dying a violent death, something I am getting a little too much experience with, mind you, is that it is so sudden. The first time I died, I was shot in the forehead by some hired thugs who were hunting specifically for me in the first place. The bullet slammed into my skull, causing a brief, blinding blast of pain, and then silence and darkness. Of course, that was when my Chakra was still functional and was operating more as a prison for my Spirit than anything else.
This time, my Spirit had been engulfed by the far more powerful presence of Ma Grendel as the Frau has called her, so when the Witchbane blade plunged into our chest, we were both affected by its powers. It was the first time in nearly two years that I had felt anything akin to pain. It was a sensation that had become a distant memory, an echo in my memory. It was the first time I had that feeling since I had been killed the first time, I am almost afraid to say this, but it was so...thrilling, so pleasurable to actually feel anything again.
The time when our Spirits were merged though was a very interesting time. I am still processing the events that transpired in those few moments when we were more one being than two, but I can tell you that the experience has changed me in ways I am not entirely comfortable with.
Too much knowledge can be a terrible thing, but more on that later. Let me get on with what actually happened.
Ma Grendel fought against the powers of the blade mightily, but it was her inherent nature that made the blade even more powerful against her magick. When the blade plunged home, we were thrown from the body and thrown into some shadowy dimension that had never even hinted at existing when John Red Bear had discussed the nature of the Three Worlds. This place was dark, roiling with chaotic energies and lacking any firm substance, yet there we were, two Spirits, one great and one small, but merged nearly as one.
Ma Grendel seemed to recognize this place though and did not like it one bit. She tried to exert her Will in order to open a pathway between this new place and just about anywhere else, but she simply wasn’t strong enough.
This struggle continued for what seemed a very long time, but which I now know was merely moments in real time. She finally succumbed to a hopelessness and turned her attention towards the little bit of me that remained separate.
“Why did you do that, you fool?”
“I couldn’t let you win, I couldn’t let you have my body and gain the freedom to walk the world above.”
“Don’t you realize what you have done though?”
I tried to show a little smugness, “I killed you!”
“Foolish human...”
She was interrupted by a small, female figure approaching us from the roiling chaos storm. The figure was walking slowly, deliberately through the massed energies and approached to where we could make out her appearance more easily. She appeared to be a small, slight girl of perhap 10 years of age. She was wearing simple woolen cloths, trousers and a loose shirt. She was barefoot.
We both turned our attention to our strange visitor.
The girl spoke at first in a language I didn’t understand. She raised both hands towards us, joined at the palms at first, then spread them in a ripping motion. I felt a strange wrenching sensation as most of my essence was forcibly separated from most of Ma Grendel’s. At the end of her movement, there were two of us standing before her, one that was mostly evil, demonic and pissed, and one of us that was mostly good (I hope anyway), formerly human and more confused than anything else.
When the separation was complete, the being that was mostly demonic tried to snatch back at the smaller figure, but it was quickly restrained by a waving motion of the girls hand and then dismissed with anohter wave. The screaming figure that was mostly Ma Grendel dwindled rapidly and then with a slight pop, disappeared.
The girl turned towards me and spoke...this time I could understnad her:
“It is not yet your Time to pass beyond this world. I will be returning you momentarily.”
I was more than a little stunned, “Who are you?”
The girl smiled, “My name was Maria Guadelupe de la Paz.”
“What happened to you?”
“My mother was accused of being a witch, so I was taken from her by a very cruel man and killed in order to make the blade that killed you and the Other who was here a moment ago.”
“You were one of the children killed to make the Witchbane blades!”
“Yes.”
I looked at her, a feeling of great sadness and loss washed over me. “I am so sorry.”
“As am I, although now is a time of great gladness, for in slaying your body, my blade has been broken, and I have been freed. I now may seek out my mother, who I have been told has been waiting for me for many centuries.”
“How did you do that, I mean, defeat that...creature...so easily?”
She smiled, an almost innocent smile of a young girl keeping a secret. “You will come to understand when you are ready. It is not for me to teach you these things.”
I remained silent for a moment, searched my own feelings, my own memories, trying to come to grips with all that had transipred. I looked up at her again, “I feel...different... have memories of things I know I never expereinced. I feel like some things are lost to me. What has happened?”
“The mingling of your essence with...that being...was not completely reversible. You will find that you have changed, grown in some ways, diminshed in others. But these...changes...were necessary for the tasks that you will need to accomplish in the coming conflict.”
“What do you mean by that?”
That coy smile again. “I am not permitted to explain more fully. Again, you will come to understand when the time is right. I can only say, that you will find some of the changes...significant, while others will be more noticeable by others than by yourself. My time grows short, Mama is waiting.”
With that she raised her hands up over her head, made some strange circling motions and with a whoosh that I felt as well as heard, she brought her hands down in one sweeping motion, throwing me out of that place.
The next thing I knew, I was laying on a stone floor, face down. I couldn’t see anything other than the floor at first, but I heard a tremendous racket...
“Stoopid damn zombie! I can’t believe you would be so damn selfish as to commit suicide and leave us down here in the bowels of this gods forsaken city!”
“Calm down babe, we’re going to need to decide what we’re going to do here. I can’t carry him, not with these broken ribs.”
“Dammit Herne, I’m pissed. Why did he plunge that blade into himself?”
That was my cue...”Well, it seemed like a good idea at the time.” I pushed up from the floor into a sitting position.
I was just starting to get my bearings when I was bowled over again by the leaping hug that Ravyn landed on me with. “Rusty!”
I was on my back, with her sitting on my chest by the time her shock wore off and her stern face returned. She pointed a finger at my nose and said, “Give me one damn good reason why I shouldn’t toast your ass for making us believe you were gone for good!”
This time, my Spirit had been engulfed by the far more powerful presence of Ma Grendel as the Frau has called her, so when the Witchbane blade plunged into our chest, we were both affected by its powers. It was the first time in nearly two years that I had felt anything akin to pain. It was a sensation that had become a distant memory, an echo in my memory. It was the first time I had that feeling since I had been killed the first time, I am almost afraid to say this, but it was so...thrilling, so pleasurable to actually feel anything again.
The time when our Spirits were merged though was a very interesting time. I am still processing the events that transpired in those few moments when we were more one being than two, but I can tell you that the experience has changed me in ways I am not entirely comfortable with.
Too much knowledge can be a terrible thing, but more on that later. Let me get on with what actually happened.
Ma Grendel fought against the powers of the blade mightily, but it was her inherent nature that made the blade even more powerful against her magick. When the blade plunged home, we were thrown from the body and thrown into some shadowy dimension that had never even hinted at existing when John Red Bear had discussed the nature of the Three Worlds. This place was dark, roiling with chaotic energies and lacking any firm substance, yet there we were, two Spirits, one great and one small, but merged nearly as one.
Ma Grendel seemed to recognize this place though and did not like it one bit. She tried to exert her Will in order to open a pathway between this new place and just about anywhere else, but she simply wasn’t strong enough.
This struggle continued for what seemed a very long time, but which I now know was merely moments in real time. She finally succumbed to a hopelessness and turned her attention towards the little bit of me that remained separate.
“Why did you do that, you fool?”
“I couldn’t let you win, I couldn’t let you have my body and gain the freedom to walk the world above.”
“Don’t you realize what you have done though?”
I tried to show a little smugness, “I killed you!”
“Foolish human...”
She was interrupted by a small, female figure approaching us from the roiling chaos storm. The figure was walking slowly, deliberately through the massed energies and approached to where we could make out her appearance more easily. She appeared to be a small, slight girl of perhap 10 years of age. She was wearing simple woolen cloths, trousers and a loose shirt. She was barefoot.
We both turned our attention to our strange visitor.
The girl spoke at first in a language I didn’t understand. She raised both hands towards us, joined at the palms at first, then spread them in a ripping motion. I felt a strange wrenching sensation as most of my essence was forcibly separated from most of Ma Grendel’s. At the end of her movement, there were two of us standing before her, one that was mostly evil, demonic and pissed, and one of us that was mostly good (I hope anyway), formerly human and more confused than anything else.
When the separation was complete, the being that was mostly demonic tried to snatch back at the smaller figure, but it was quickly restrained by a waving motion of the girls hand and then dismissed with anohter wave. The screaming figure that was mostly Ma Grendel dwindled rapidly and then with a slight pop, disappeared.
The girl turned towards me and spoke...this time I could understnad her:
“It is not yet your Time to pass beyond this world. I will be returning you momentarily.”
I was more than a little stunned, “Who are you?”
The girl smiled, “My name was Maria Guadelupe de la Paz.”
“What happened to you?”
“My mother was accused of being a witch, so I was taken from her by a very cruel man and killed in order to make the blade that killed you and the Other who was here a moment ago.”
“You were one of the children killed to make the Witchbane blades!”
“Yes.”
I looked at her, a feeling of great sadness and loss washed over me. “I am so sorry.”
“As am I, although now is a time of great gladness, for in slaying your body, my blade has been broken, and I have been freed. I now may seek out my mother, who I have been told has been waiting for me for many centuries.”
“How did you do that, I mean, defeat that...creature...so easily?”
She smiled, an almost innocent smile of a young girl keeping a secret. “You will come to understand when you are ready. It is not for me to teach you these things.”
I remained silent for a moment, searched my own feelings, my own memories, trying to come to grips with all that had transipred. I looked up at her again, “I feel...different... have memories of things I know I never expereinced. I feel like some things are lost to me. What has happened?”
“The mingling of your essence with...that being...was not completely reversible. You will find that you have changed, grown in some ways, diminshed in others. But these...changes...were necessary for the tasks that you will need to accomplish in the coming conflict.”
“What do you mean by that?”
That coy smile again. “I am not permitted to explain more fully. Again, you will come to understand when the time is right. I can only say, that you will find some of the changes...significant, while others will be more noticeable by others than by yourself. My time grows short, Mama is waiting.”
With that she raised her hands up over her head, made some strange circling motions and with a whoosh that I felt as well as heard, she brought her hands down in one sweeping motion, throwing me out of that place.
The next thing I knew, I was laying on a stone floor, face down. I couldn’t see anything other than the floor at first, but I heard a tremendous racket...
“Stoopid damn zombie! I can’t believe you would be so damn selfish as to commit suicide and leave us down here in the bowels of this gods forsaken city!”
“Calm down babe, we’re going to need to decide what we’re going to do here. I can’t carry him, not with these broken ribs.”
“Dammit Herne, I’m pissed. Why did he plunge that blade into himself?”
That was my cue...”Well, it seemed like a good idea at the time.” I pushed up from the floor into a sitting position.
I was just starting to get my bearings when I was bowled over again by the leaping hug that Ravyn landed on me with. “Rusty!”
I was on my back, with her sitting on my chest by the time her shock wore off and her stern face returned. She pointed a finger at my nose and said, “Give me one damn good reason why I shouldn’t toast your ass for making us believe you were gone for good!”
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