Sunday, June 15, 2008

Love's Redemptive Flame

…The swirling morass of memories parted to reveal the loving face of a woman making soothing noises as she stared down at Arixtocles. It was the earliest proto-memory of the man who eventually became a Bane…

Kenny moved closer to me, reaching out his hand. “I need you to come with me, Dad.”

I staggered forward, stumbling over the tangled roots of the dying tree. “The Banes were human?”

He nodded. “Yeah. Or something closer to it. They started out as normal, just like you did.”

I shook off the fog of memories and focused on my son. “How do you know all of this? If you knew this stuff before, why didn’t you say anything?”

He stopped for the moment, his face serious. “I think I’ve known most of this stuff for a while, but I didn’t have any real access to it before I was dying. Once I was wounded though, I knew what had to be done. It was a like veil being lifted from my eyes. We don’t have much time though. We have much to do before my time here is up.”

He began pulling me towards the far side of the tree again.

“Where are we going?”

“You’ll see soon enough. Trust me, Dad.”

I felt a massive amount of resistance well up inside me. I had to fight back against an almost irresistible urge to smash Kenny and flee from this place. But instead, I allowed him to pull me forward, oblivious to the danger he was in.

We circled the trunk of the tree to the far side. He was leading me to the small cave entrance that I had used before, except that small entrance had been widened by splintering of the trunk almost as if lightning had struck right at that point.

Kenny stopped and let go of my massive, gnarled hand. He pointed to the entrance. “Dad, you have to go down there by yourself. I will be here for you when you finish.”

I looked down at him. He seemed small and child-like as he stared up into my face. It was almost as if he was a young boy again. I could see the hope in his eyes that I would live up to the hero that he wanted me to be. The rage boiled up again. A dark haze obscured my vision. Powerful forces inside me called to be released, to be given the free rein to crush this whelp and to claim his soul as fuel for my growing Power.

I raised my hand as if to strike him, but hesitated.

His blue eyes bore through the red haze and into the last surviving remnants of my Spirit.

“Dad, if you love me, if you love Jasmine, you need to do this. Alexa needs you to do this. She is waiting for you, so please, Dad, go down there.”

My voice seemed small and distant. “Alexa is down there?”

He nodded, but said nothing further.

Between hearing his voice and seeing the hope still bright in his eyes, I found the strength to lower my hand and stagger towards the hole at the base of the once majestic and now silent tree. Instead of finding strength in the darkness that shrouded the stairwell leading down towards the pool, I felt a cold dread that deepened with each step closer to what seemed to be my doom.

My body shrunk to its normal size as I approached the hole.

I found the strength to look back to Kenny. His face was wet with tears, but he waved at me to keep going. “I love you, Dad!”

I nodded and pushed through my own tears, descending into the dark, dank cavern.

The place was preternaturally silent. The normal sighing of the tree above and the near constant drip-drop of water was missing. The only sounds were my own hesitant steps as I reached the end of the spiral stairway. The only light came from the flickering of a small candle held by a tall, lithe woman standing by the foul smelling, stagnant pool.

“Alexa?”

She nodded, but said nothing.

Her face was strikingly similar to her mother’s. As my eyes adjusted to the darkness of the cavern, I could make out her light caramel complexion and see angular her cheeks were. She had the long limbs and lean muscles of a dancer. Her hair hung in loose, dark curls that shrouded her shoulders. Her eyes were bright as she looked me up and down.

“It may already be too late.” Her voice was soft, but there was a hint of hidden strength in her melodious tone.

“What might be too late?”

“Kenny’s sacrifice.”

I shook my head. “How are you even here? How did you get all grown up?” I looked around at this place and wrinkled my nose at the stench of the stagnant water. “What has happened to Yggsdrasil?”

“The only question I can answer right now is your last one. Yggsdrasil is dying just as your Spirit is being consumed by what you have become. It may already be too late, but I have come to try and save you both. This is all possible, however, because of Kenny’s sacrifice. Without that, you would be lost to us forever even as you completed your transformation into the greatest of Banes.”

I stepped back. “I would never serve them…”

She stepped forward. “Oh, but the process is already nearing completion.” Her eyes grew brighter, as did the flame that came from her candle. “You have fallen into the greatest trap of the An’girasii, Father—the illusion that you could become more powerful than they are and challenge them for supremacy.”

I shrunk back from the bright, pure light that reflected from her face as she pressed me back against the back wall of the small cavern.

“What can I do to stop this?”

She held out her hand to me with her palm upraised. A pure silver flame danced in her palm. The light from the flame filled the small cavern, becoming the only thing that I could focus on as it danced and grew brighter in her palm by the moment.

“This flame is fed by the love that your son has had for you all of his life. Take this flame into your hand and then into your body.”

“How can I do that?”

She reached out with her other hand and took mine left hand up to hers palm up. “It is no more complicated than accepting any other gift. Reach out and take it.”

I held out my left hand, she let the flame pour through her fingers and onto my upraised palm.

“I must warn you that this is going to hurt in ways that you’ve never imagined.”

It was too late to pull back. As the first drop of silver flame touched my palm I felt a searing, blinding pain that dwarfed anything that I had ever felt before. The flame spread from palm across my arm and up my body like I had been doused in gasoline.

Alexa stepped back as I fell to my knees and screamed in agony. The fire seared through my soul with a ferocity and a hunger that devoured the darkness of the Shadow. The voices of all those that I had consumed screamed in unison with me as I slipped into unconsciousness...

1 comment:

Agent Bones said...

Next post due tomorrow, Monday, June 30.