FAE
This is a bit I wrote just to get the creative vibes going. I may or may not take it somewhere...send me an email if you get a vibe and want to go somewhere with it :D
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The wind blew across the water sending a faint ripple to tickle the beach. The white sand shone like uncounted tiny diamonds in the bright silver light of the full moon over head. A responding whisper of movement from the trees and bushes that circled the quiet, secluded lake made the leave dance.
A pale face peered out from between the branches of a lilac bush. Large almond shaped eyes set in a triaglular face were a green so bright they were almost a glow in the darkness of the trees overhead. The being tasted the wind, lifing it’s face to the gentle wind. A melodic whisper breached the thin lips speaking back to the breeze.
He watched her leave the sheltering darkness, his face turning red from holding his breath. He didn’t want to spook her and send the delicate faerie running back into the forest.
She is so beautiful. he thought as she reached the edge of the lake and took of the skimpy shift she wore over her milk white skin. Delicate dragon fly wings stretched out behind her, each one about six feet long. The rainbow shimmer of the each wing flashed in the moon light.
He didn’t think she could actually fly, but then she was a faerie. There was so much about them that was a mystery. That was why he was here on this warm summer night, camera in hand. At least that is what he kept telling himself.
It had nothing to do with the beautiful woman who, every full moon, would bathe in the silvery waters of the spring fed lake. The clean crystal clear water running down her soft white skin like strands of finest diamonds on silk. He started getting an erection as he watched her scoop the water over tiny perfect breasts.
He shook his head, jarring himself back to reality. “I gotta get this picture,” he whispered.
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The wind blew across the water sending a faint ripple to tickle the beach. The white sand shone like uncounted tiny diamonds in the bright silver light of the full moon over head. A responding whisper of movement from the trees and bushes that circled the quiet, secluded lake made the leave dance.
A pale face peered out from between the branches of a lilac bush. Large almond shaped eyes set in a triaglular face were a green so bright they were almost a glow in the darkness of the trees overhead. The being tasted the wind, lifing it’s face to the gentle wind. A melodic whisper breached the thin lips speaking back to the breeze.
He watched her leave the sheltering darkness, his face turning red from holding his breath. He didn’t want to spook her and send the delicate faerie running back into the forest.
She is so beautiful. he thought as she reached the edge of the lake and took of the skimpy shift she wore over her milk white skin. Delicate dragon fly wings stretched out behind her, each one about six feet long. The rainbow shimmer of the each wing flashed in the moon light.
He didn’t think she could actually fly, but then she was a faerie. There was so much about them that was a mystery. That was why he was here on this warm summer night, camera in hand. At least that is what he kept telling himself.
It had nothing to do with the beautiful woman who, every full moon, would bathe in the silvery waters of the spring fed lake. The clean crystal clear water running down her soft white skin like strands of finest diamonds on silk. He started getting an erection as he watched her scoop the water over tiny perfect breasts.
He shook his head, jarring himself back to reality. “I gotta get this picture,” he whispered.
Heroes and Angels
This was written several years ago when I had attempted to get back on the writing band wagon before ebooks where a huge thing. Enjoy.
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The sound of the monitor echoed down the hallway. The steady beep filled the air with a finality that was touchable. Doctors and nurses stood silent, not sure of where to look. At each other or at the man on the table. Blood covered everyone and everything in the room. The clink of the tools being dropped into a waiting tray broke the otherwise silent room. The white sheet was pulled over the still form.
The Doctor walked from the O.R. into the lobby where several people waited to hear the news. He approached a tall black man with whispy white hair. “Are you the grandfather?” the doctor asked. “That be me.” the man said. He stood straight and tall, ready for whatever news the doctor had to give him.
“Your grandson was a hero, sir. He saved the lives of 10 of the other students before the gunman caught him”
I leaned against the counter with my arms crossed and waited patiently for my contact. No one paid any attention as a young black man dressed in a tailored white suit walked quietly from the O.R. His head was bowed as if he was deep in thought.
“Kareem Marshal, I am here to take you home.” I said. Kareem looked up. The harsh hospital lights making him squint as he tried to see who had spoken to him. His hair was done up in stylish corn row dreads that ended in white beads. The beads made a silvery chime as they connected. There was a faint mustache on his lip, just a darkend patch. “Who said that?” he asked. His voice was deeper than I had expected.
“My name is Carmen, I am here to take you home.” He finally spotted me against the counter. He straightened up and headed in my direction. His gait was all gangster. One shoulder back, a hand in the front as if holding some imagined weapon.
“Do I know you?” he said, pointing at me with the ’weapon hand’ two fingers stick straight almost in my face.
“No.” I replied. I raised an eyebrow at the fingers just under my nose. “ I am just your escort.”
“Take me home?” confusion crossed his face for a moment. “Did J.D. send you out here?” he said.
“No, not J.D. I was sent by JC and his father.”
“I don’t know anyone named JC. You got the wrong dude.” he said.
I smiled and shook my head.
“It has been a while Kareem, but you know him.” I flipped open the front of my white trench coat, it flared out around me as if caught in a strong wind. The harsh sound of giant feathered wings snapping open filled the hospital lobby. “I am sent by The Alpha and Omega to bring you home Kareem.” My voice had become deep with the Spirit and the Light of Love shone upon me like a beacon in the dark. Kareem’s rich brown eyes where wide. “I shoulda known angels was white.” he said. Startled, my wings dropped and I stared, with my jaw practically on the floor. His smile was almost as wide as my wingspan. I laughed. I couldn’t help it.
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The sound of the monitor echoed down the hallway. The steady beep filled the air with a finality that was touchable. Doctors and nurses stood silent, not sure of where to look. At each other or at the man on the table. Blood covered everyone and everything in the room. The clink of the tools being dropped into a waiting tray broke the otherwise silent room. The white sheet was pulled over the still form.
The Doctor walked from the O.R. into the lobby where several people waited to hear the news. He approached a tall black man with whispy white hair. “Are you the grandfather?” the doctor asked. “That be me.” the man said. He stood straight and tall, ready for whatever news the doctor had to give him.
“Your grandson was a hero, sir. He saved the lives of 10 of the other students before the gunman caught him”
I leaned against the counter with my arms crossed and waited patiently for my contact. No one paid any attention as a young black man dressed in a tailored white suit walked quietly from the O.R. His head was bowed as if he was deep in thought.
“Kareem Marshal, I am here to take you home.” I said. Kareem looked up. The harsh hospital lights making him squint as he tried to see who had spoken to him. His hair was done up in stylish corn row dreads that ended in white beads. The beads made a silvery chime as they connected. There was a faint mustache on his lip, just a darkend patch. “Who said that?” he asked. His voice was deeper than I had expected.
“My name is Carmen, I am here to take you home.” He finally spotted me against the counter. He straightened up and headed in my direction. His gait was all gangster. One shoulder back, a hand in the front as if holding some imagined weapon.
“Do I know you?” he said, pointing at me with the ’weapon hand’ two fingers stick straight almost in my face.
“No.” I replied. I raised an eyebrow at the fingers just under my nose. “ I am just your escort.”
“Take me home?” confusion crossed his face for a moment. “Did J.D. send you out here?” he said.
“No, not J.D. I was sent by JC and his father.”
“I don’t know anyone named JC. You got the wrong dude.” he said.
I smiled and shook my head.
“It has been a while Kareem, but you know him.” I flipped open the front of my white trench coat, it flared out around me as if caught in a strong wind. The harsh sound of giant feathered wings snapping open filled the hospital lobby. “I am sent by The Alpha and Omega to bring you home Kareem.” My voice had become deep with the Spirit and the Light of Love shone upon me like a beacon in the dark. Kareem’s rich brown eyes where wide. “I shoulda known angels was white.” he said. Startled, my wings dropped and I stared, with my jaw practically on the floor. His smile was almost as wide as my wingspan. I laughed. I couldn’t help it.
Sci Fi
This is a science fiction starter that I also have posted on wattpad. I have an idea of where I want this one to go when I get back to it. The main character was named after my Grandmother.
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Two more jumps to go. My body already felt drugged from the five hyperspace jumps we had made so far. Everyone on board would need to sleep for a full cycle just to catch up. I checked the monitors for any signs of abnormalities. Everything was running smoothly. We were to be the fore runners of mankind into a new galaxy.
“Prepare for Hyperspace jump in 10 seconds” said the super AI computer, Mechanical Artificial Life form , called MAL for short, in his deep masculine voice.
“Thanks MAL.” I said
“Your welcome Edyth”
MAL and I had been working on his manners for the last two years of this journey. When I had first logged on to the computer and met MAL for the first time we had an argument about manners. My mother had pounded proper manners in to me from the time I could speak until the day I left home for the Fleet Academy. Every once in a while she sent me a vid reminding me to be polite. She would be so proud.
MAL started the countdown from five seconds.
“four….three….two…one…entering hyperspace now.” The whole of my world lurched as we slipped into hyperspace. I took a few deep breaths to calm my stomach. Without warning the I felt the entire ship lurch to one side. “Emergency hyperspace shutdown active, Hull breach on level six.” MAL said. My mind scrambled as the sirens began to sound. What the hell was that? What was on level six? Was it passengers? Level six was a cargo bay area. Everything was bolted to the floor in case of emergencies such as this. MAL was repeating his warnings when TERRA was hit again. This time I swore out loud. “MAL what the hell is that? Are we under attack?”
The monitors I had been watching spin blankly for two years were full of light. Whatever was out there was huge. At least the size of a small moon. The only thing larger than TERRA in the Fleet was the space station that she was built in. “MAL Shut up and answer me!” “I am sorry Edyth, I am unable to identify the object. It appears that it was in hyperspace at the same time we were. We must have run into it.” Great. Our first contact ends up being an inter-galactic car accident. I hope we were properly insured. “Edyth, it appears that the object is sending out a transmission of some kind. Would you like me to play it through the system?” MAL said.
“Yes, please” The bridge was suddenly filled with a surreal music. It was beautiful and alien.
The door to the bridge opened and Professor Matison stepped into the room. Matison was the Head of the Sciences on board the ship. “Commander.” he said and nodded to me as he sat down at the science consul. He was a smallish man standing a mere five foot three. His features were plain. Brown hair, brown eyes his skin was even a uniform tan. I found it strange that I towered over him. I was tall for a woman. Half an inch shy of six feet, built thin like the old world runway models. I kept my dark brown hair long. When I was off duty it almost swept the deck. I kept it in a long braid down the middle of my back. On duty, it was wound up around the top of my head.
Matison always seemed to treat me as if I had offened him somehow. So far I had not had the chance to ask him what the hell his problem was. Ah well, it would have to wait. “Professor, it appears that we have made first contact.” The alien music still filled the bridge. Matison raised his eyebrows and rushed over to another consul. “Yes. Readings show that we are in stationary orbit around some type of vessel. I am reading hundreds of life forms aboard.” I flipped a few switches to record the readings, then turned the comm to contact the captain. I heard the chime then Captain Darington’s deep voice cut through the bridge. “Commander O’Donnal, what the hell is going on up there? Why aren’t we in hyperspace? What the hell did we hit?”he said
“Captain. It appears that we ran into another ship just inside hyperspace. We have hull breach on deck six but no casualties have been reported yet.” I said. MAL was feeding me information in text on my vid screen. “MAL says that there are a few weak spots along the impact line that lead into the passenger decks. We need to start repairs as quickly as possible. Professor Matison is taking reading on the alien craft as we speak sir.” Capt. Darington sighed loudly. “I will tell Rick to get started on the hull repairs right away. I want everyone in the conference lounge in twenty Commander.”
” Yes Sir.” I said. The comm went dead and I made the calls to the rest of the command crew. Everyone was eager to find out just what it was that we had managed to hit out in the middle of space no where. Prof. Matison and I gathered up all the intel that we could get just from the scanners. The ship was huge. No doubt from some of our readings, they were scanning our ship as well. Long range scans showed that we were alone with the other ship. No fleet of alien warships appeared to attack.
The airlock was a place to make even the least claustrophobic person pause. The walls were lined with the bright orange safety suits with bulky helmets. There was a small bench down the center of the room used as a footrest while someone strapped you in. The tiny door to the outer lock had one tiny window. This was not actually ‘the’ airlock. This was for maintenance repairs to the hull during our voyage.
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Two more jumps to go. My body already felt drugged from the five hyperspace jumps we had made so far. Everyone on board would need to sleep for a full cycle just to catch up. I checked the monitors for any signs of abnormalities. Everything was running smoothly. We were to be the fore runners of mankind into a new galaxy.
“Prepare for Hyperspace jump in 10 seconds” said the super AI computer, Mechanical Artificial Life form , called MAL for short, in his deep masculine voice.
“Thanks MAL.” I said
“Your welcome Edyth”
MAL and I had been working on his manners for the last two years of this journey. When I had first logged on to the computer and met MAL for the first time we had an argument about manners. My mother had pounded proper manners in to me from the time I could speak until the day I left home for the Fleet Academy. Every once in a while she sent me a vid reminding me to be polite. She would be so proud.
MAL started the countdown from five seconds.
“four….three….two…one…entering hyperspace now.” The whole of my world lurched as we slipped into hyperspace. I took a few deep breaths to calm my stomach. Without warning the I felt the entire ship lurch to one side. “Emergency hyperspace shutdown active, Hull breach on level six.” MAL said. My mind scrambled as the sirens began to sound. What the hell was that? What was on level six? Was it passengers? Level six was a cargo bay area. Everything was bolted to the floor in case of emergencies such as this. MAL was repeating his warnings when TERRA was hit again. This time I swore out loud. “MAL what the hell is that? Are we under attack?”
The monitors I had been watching spin blankly for two years were full of light. Whatever was out there was huge. At least the size of a small moon. The only thing larger than TERRA in the Fleet was the space station that she was built in. “MAL Shut up and answer me!” “I am sorry Edyth, I am unable to identify the object. It appears that it was in hyperspace at the same time we were. We must have run into it.” Great. Our first contact ends up being an inter-galactic car accident. I hope we were properly insured. “Edyth, it appears that the object is sending out a transmission of some kind. Would you like me to play it through the system?” MAL said.
“Yes, please” The bridge was suddenly filled with a surreal music. It was beautiful and alien.
The door to the bridge opened and Professor Matison stepped into the room. Matison was the Head of the Sciences on board the ship. “Commander.” he said and nodded to me as he sat down at the science consul. He was a smallish man standing a mere five foot three. His features were plain. Brown hair, brown eyes his skin was even a uniform tan. I found it strange that I towered over him. I was tall for a woman. Half an inch shy of six feet, built thin like the old world runway models. I kept my dark brown hair long. When I was off duty it almost swept the deck. I kept it in a long braid down the middle of my back. On duty, it was wound up around the top of my head.
Matison always seemed to treat me as if I had offened him somehow. So far I had not had the chance to ask him what the hell his problem was. Ah well, it would have to wait. “Professor, it appears that we have made first contact.” The alien music still filled the bridge. Matison raised his eyebrows and rushed over to another consul. “Yes. Readings show that we are in stationary orbit around some type of vessel. I am reading hundreds of life forms aboard.” I flipped a few switches to record the readings, then turned the comm to contact the captain. I heard the chime then Captain Darington’s deep voice cut through the bridge. “Commander O’Donnal, what the hell is going on up there? Why aren’t we in hyperspace? What the hell did we hit?”he said
“Captain. It appears that we ran into another ship just inside hyperspace. We have hull breach on deck six but no casualties have been reported yet.” I said. MAL was feeding me information in text on my vid screen. “MAL says that there are a few weak spots along the impact line that lead into the passenger decks. We need to start repairs as quickly as possible. Professor Matison is taking reading on the alien craft as we speak sir.” Capt. Darington sighed loudly. “I will tell Rick to get started on the hull repairs right away. I want everyone in the conference lounge in twenty Commander.”
” Yes Sir.” I said. The comm went dead and I made the calls to the rest of the command crew. Everyone was eager to find out just what it was that we had managed to hit out in the middle of space no where. Prof. Matison and I gathered up all the intel that we could get just from the scanners. The ship was huge. No doubt from some of our readings, they were scanning our ship as well. Long range scans showed that we were alone with the other ship. No fleet of alien warships appeared to attack.
The airlock was a place to make even the least claustrophobic person pause. The walls were lined with the bright orange safety suits with bulky helmets. There was a small bench down the center of the room used as a footrest while someone strapped you in. The tiny door to the outer lock had one tiny window. This was not actually ‘the’ airlock. This was for maintenance repairs to the hull during our voyage.
Weavers of the Elements: Fire
This is a very special project and I was not sure if I wanted to include it or not. Stephen King had The Dark Tower series and GRRM has GoT. THIS is my Epic Fantasy series. At least what I hope will one day be an Epic. Enjoy.
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MINYARA
She had almost finished the bracelet when Zania grabbed it out of her hands and held it over her head. "What is this then? Are you trying to do magic, Maya?" Her tone was one of derision making Maya feel as if she was insignificant. "No." She whispered to the floor.She had not really been trying to do magic. At least not yet. She needed to practice the weaving before she could actually do any real magic, but Zania did not know that.she didn't know anything about magic. Maya's parents were the town Weavers. They helped with healing the sick and making trinkets that helped make the villagers lives easier. They were not Masters but they knew enough to make a decent living for the family. Zania was the daughter of the Lord Mayor and liked to taunt Maya any chance she got.
“What is going on here?” Sister Chaya grabbed the bracelet from Zania putting it in the pocket of her long grey robes. “Zania, stop tormenting Maya and get home. Maya, you are late for prayers. Get along now quickly before Mother Sabatha notices you are late.” Sister Chaya was nice. She always had something special for Maya and her older brother Rodrick every Solstice. Maya nodded to the Sister and stuck her tounge out at Zania, then turned and ran to the monestary where she learned from the Sisters of Peace.
As she ran through the street to the monestary she heard sounds of comotion coming from the edge of the town. Loud voices raised in shouts and the clanging sound of metal on metal. SHe stopped for a moment then continued on to the church. A young man ran past her and reached the church just a few moment before she did. He looked frightened and panted heavily as one of the other sisters helped him to one of the warn church benches. His breath came ragged and his face was smeared with dirt. Maya saw that it was Drew, the cobblers son. She had not recognized him because he was normally very well dressed and held himself well. He and the sister whispered back and forth casting an occasional glance her way. SHe went about her duties getting the church ready for prayers like she did every day. The alter at the front of the church was a block of stone with a shallow dip in the center for the sacred water. four candles eacha different color sat on each corner of the block always lit. They represented the four elements of magic weaving.
Mother Sabatha entered the main room of the church from a side door that lead to the living area for the sisters.
****** This is a work in progress and may have overlapping scenes******
Maya ran toward the church at the center of town. The bell tower could be seen from any place in the village. There was a comotion down one street as she ran. She thought a moment about stopping to see what was going on but the sound of the bell ringing from the church brought her back to herself.
Mother Sabatha was standing in the doorway one arm streched out to hurry Maya inside. “COme child, quickly.” she said as Maya arrived breathless at the steps. The older woman grabbed her around her arm and pulled her inside shutting the door behind her. She knelt down to look Maya in the face, her hands firmly on the young girls shoulders. “Maya, listen to me very carefully and do exactly what I say. Understand?” confused by the seriousness of her mentor Maya nodded. “Good. I want to you hide in the candle cupboard. At the very back where the black candles are. Hide there are no matter what you hear, do not come out until someone gets you. Please Maya, this is important.” Mother Sabatha looked worried and Maya wanted to ask her what was going on. There was a loud banging on the door of the church and a mans voice shouted from outside “Open, in the name of Emporer Ja!” Mother Sabatha opened the door of the cupboard and helped Maya inside then closed the door behid the young girl. Maya crawled as far into the small space as she could then turned to face the door. It had been left ajar and a small shaft of light cut sharply across the darkness inside. Maya wiggles forward quietly and peeked through the door.
Mother Sabatha had opened the doors of the church and several armed and armored men had entered the church. Maya could see Mother Sabatha speaking with a man who wore a deep purple cloak with gold trim. He looked angry and pointed randomly around the church. Mother Sabatha held her hands up in front of her. Quicker than thought the man slapped the older woman, knocking her to the floor. Maya stiffled a gasp and resisted the urge to leap from her hiding place to defend her mentor and friend.
Maya watched the man tell the other soldeirs to search the church then turn back to the door and waved more men inside. The other men were leading people inside. The people looked beaten and scared. One of the older women gasped and went to Mother Sabatha who still lay in a heap on the floor. Maya watched as her parents and older brother were drug inside. Her father was unconcious drug in by two strong men and dropped on the floor. Her mother ran to his side while her brother stood with his chin out. Rodricks posture defiant. one of his eyes was already swollen shut but she knew her brother would not back down.
Soldiers swarmed the church looking into every corner and under every pew. A man approached the cabinet Maya was hiding in. SHe wiggled as far back as she could and moved the largest black candles she could feel in front of her. The door opened and she shut her eyes tightly, holding her breath. She thought of the Words from The Tapestry to still her beating heart. the air around her carressed her skin like a gentle hand to sooth her fears. The scent of the candles all around her calming her.
She must have fallen asleep. The room was quiet and dark. what light she could see from the back of the cupboard was silvery, causing the dustmotes to shimmer. Slowly, maya inched her way forward. Mother Sabatha had told her not to leave the cabinet until someone came to get her. Her legs were cramped from being folded up behind the candles for hours and her stomach was growling. Not to mention she needed to releave herself, badly. she had a choice, remain hidden and risk wetting herself before someone came to get her. Maya moved the black candles and inched forward to peak out intot he open room of the church.
The candles of the alter were out. She could not remember a time when there were no candles burning for the Elements and the Weaver. there was no one in sight.
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MINYARA
She had almost finished the bracelet when Zania grabbed it out of her hands and held it over her head. "What is this then? Are you trying to do magic, Maya?" Her tone was one of derision making Maya feel as if she was insignificant. "No." She whispered to the floor.She had not really been trying to do magic. At least not yet. She needed to practice the weaving before she could actually do any real magic, but Zania did not know that.she didn't know anything about magic. Maya's parents were the town Weavers. They helped with healing the sick and making trinkets that helped make the villagers lives easier. They were not Masters but they knew enough to make a decent living for the family. Zania was the daughter of the Lord Mayor and liked to taunt Maya any chance she got.
“What is going on here?” Sister Chaya grabbed the bracelet from Zania putting it in the pocket of her long grey robes. “Zania, stop tormenting Maya and get home. Maya, you are late for prayers. Get along now quickly before Mother Sabatha notices you are late.” Sister Chaya was nice. She always had something special for Maya and her older brother Rodrick every Solstice. Maya nodded to the Sister and stuck her tounge out at Zania, then turned and ran to the monestary where she learned from the Sisters of Peace.
As she ran through the street to the monestary she heard sounds of comotion coming from the edge of the town. Loud voices raised in shouts and the clanging sound of metal on metal. SHe stopped for a moment then continued on to the church. A young man ran past her and reached the church just a few moment before she did. He looked frightened and panted heavily as one of the other sisters helped him to one of the warn church benches. His breath came ragged and his face was smeared with dirt. Maya saw that it was Drew, the cobblers son. She had not recognized him because he was normally very well dressed and held himself well. He and the sister whispered back and forth casting an occasional glance her way. SHe went about her duties getting the church ready for prayers like she did every day. The alter at the front of the church was a block of stone with a shallow dip in the center for the sacred water. four candles eacha different color sat on each corner of the block always lit. They represented the four elements of magic weaving.
Mother Sabatha entered the main room of the church from a side door that lead to the living area for the sisters.
****** This is a work in progress and may have overlapping scenes******
Maya ran toward the church at the center of town. The bell tower could be seen from any place in the village. There was a comotion down one street as she ran. She thought a moment about stopping to see what was going on but the sound of the bell ringing from the church brought her back to herself.
Mother Sabatha was standing in the doorway one arm streched out to hurry Maya inside. “COme child, quickly.” she said as Maya arrived breathless at the steps. The older woman grabbed her around her arm and pulled her inside shutting the door behind her. She knelt down to look Maya in the face, her hands firmly on the young girls shoulders. “Maya, listen to me very carefully and do exactly what I say. Understand?” confused by the seriousness of her mentor Maya nodded. “Good. I want to you hide in the candle cupboard. At the very back where the black candles are. Hide there are no matter what you hear, do not come out until someone gets you. Please Maya, this is important.” Mother Sabatha looked worried and Maya wanted to ask her what was going on. There was a loud banging on the door of the church and a mans voice shouted from outside “Open, in the name of Emporer Ja!” Mother Sabatha opened the door of the cupboard and helped Maya inside then closed the door behid the young girl. Maya crawled as far into the small space as she could then turned to face the door. It had been left ajar and a small shaft of light cut sharply across the darkness inside. Maya wiggles forward quietly and peeked through the door.
Mother Sabatha had opened the doors of the church and several armed and armored men had entered the church. Maya could see Mother Sabatha speaking with a man who wore a deep purple cloak with gold trim. He looked angry and pointed randomly around the church. Mother Sabatha held her hands up in front of her. Quicker than thought the man slapped the older woman, knocking her to the floor. Maya stiffled a gasp and resisted the urge to leap from her hiding place to defend her mentor and friend.
Maya watched the man tell the other soldeirs to search the church then turn back to the door and waved more men inside. The other men were leading people inside. The people looked beaten and scared. One of the older women gasped and went to Mother Sabatha who still lay in a heap on the floor. Maya watched as her parents and older brother were drug inside. Her father was unconcious drug in by two strong men and dropped on the floor. Her mother ran to his side while her brother stood with his chin out. Rodricks posture defiant. one of his eyes was already swollen shut but she knew her brother would not back down.
Soldiers swarmed the church looking into every corner and under every pew. A man approached the cabinet Maya was hiding in. SHe wiggled as far back as she could and moved the largest black candles she could feel in front of her. The door opened and she shut her eyes tightly, holding her breath. She thought of the Words from The Tapestry to still her beating heart. the air around her carressed her skin like a gentle hand to sooth her fears. The scent of the candles all around her calming her.
She must have fallen asleep. The room was quiet and dark. what light she could see from the back of the cupboard was silvery, causing the dustmotes to shimmer. Slowly, maya inched her way forward. Mother Sabatha had told her not to leave the cabinet until someone came to get her. Her legs were cramped from being folded up behind the candles for hours and her stomach was growling. Not to mention she needed to releave herself, badly. she had a choice, remain hidden and risk wetting herself before someone came to get her. Maya moved the black candles and inched forward to peak out intot he open room of the church.
The candles of the alter were out. She could not remember a time when there were no candles burning for the Elements and the Weaver. there was no one in sight.
CAPTAIN SOREN
Captain Soren sat at the old womans desk, head in his hands. Another village and more innocent people being sent to prison camps. All because of who they worship. He did not agree with the Emporer on this, but he was the Emporer and Soren hoped there was more to it that personal hate. Tanking a deep breath he raised his head up and started going through the papers his aide had laid out for him. Names and occupations of the new prisoners along with a list of names of people who practiced Weaving. Their informant in this town was very accurate down to the last child. The guards had managed to gather everyone on the list except one young girl. Her name was cicled in bright red ink. Maya, according to the information, she was about 14 cycles, had brown hair and green eyes. They had searchd the entire village. The girl was still missing. A knock at the door broke his thoughts. “Come,” he said. The door opened and his aide entered with a young woman, no more than a girl really, behind him. “My Lord, this young woman claims to know something about the young girl who has gone missing.” Soren acknowledged them with a nod waving one hand for the girl to enter.
Soren stood as the girl entered, “please, have a seat,” he said motioning to the chair on the opposite side of the desk. the aid bowed and left closing the door softly behind him. Soren took a pitcher of water from the desk and filled a cup. “Would you like a drink?” he asked, taking the girls measure. “No thank you, sir,” she said
The young woman was well dressed in fine linen and suade. She blushed, smiling shyly shaking her head as he offered her the cup.“You know the girl we are searching for?” he asked her. When she nodded, blonde curls bounced around her face. “Her name is Maya. She is the daughter of the Weavers. I caught her weaving a bracelet just yesterday before your men arrived in the village.”
“Does Maya have any place that she goes to hide, To get away from other people?” he asked.
“I don’t know, really. It isn’t like we are friends. Maya is different. She is always running off and doing things alone.” the girl said. She was completley intimidated by him and yet Soren caught a gleam in the girls eye. He knew that look. It was ambition. This girl wanted power and Soren thought he might be able to use it to his own purpose.
Soren took a sip from the glass of water and set it back down on the edge of the desk. “I am so sorry, where are my manners. My name is Captain Soren of the Imperial Army,” he bowed low. The girl blushed and curtsied. “My name is Zania, I am the mayors daughter.”
“Ah I thought you had the look of nobility, Zania. A pleasure to make your aquantance.” he took her hand and brushed his thumb along her knuckles. “My chef will be preparing an exquisit meal this evening. Would you care to join me?” Wide eyed, the girl stammered “Why, Yes,”
“Wonderful! Now, about this girl we are looking for, are you certain there is no one who might know where she is?”
“The sisters at the church are about the only ones who talk to her much. I think Mother Sabatha was mentoring her in something. I remember my mother telling me about how fortunate we are to have the temple here.” Once she started, Zania went on for several minutes talking about her family and how influential she thought they were.
My gods will she ever shut up? Soren thought as he nodded politly. I have to figure out a way to get rid of her. He poured himself a shot of the local kaza. An alcohol made from a local tuber.
Captain Soren sat at the old womans desk, head in his hands. Another village and more innocent people being sent to prison camps. All because of who they worship. He did not agree with the Emporer on this, but he was the Emporer and Soren hoped there was more to it that personal hate. Tanking a deep breath he raised his head up and started going through the papers his aide had laid out for him. Names and occupations of the new prisoners along with a list of names of people who practiced Weaving. Their informant in this town was very accurate down to the last child. The guards had managed to gather everyone on the list except one young girl. Her name was cicled in bright red ink. Maya, according to the information, she was about 14 cycles, had brown hair and green eyes. They had searchd the entire village. The girl was still missing. A knock at the door broke his thoughts. “Come,” he said. The door opened and his aide entered with a young woman, no more than a girl really, behind him. “My Lord, this young woman claims to know something about the young girl who has gone missing.” Soren acknowledged them with a nod waving one hand for the girl to enter.
Soren stood as the girl entered, “please, have a seat,” he said motioning to the chair on the opposite side of the desk. the aid bowed and left closing the door softly behind him. Soren took a pitcher of water from the desk and filled a cup. “Would you like a drink?” he asked, taking the girls measure. “No thank you, sir,” she said
The young woman was well dressed in fine linen and suade. She blushed, smiling shyly shaking her head as he offered her the cup.“You know the girl we are searching for?” he asked her. When she nodded, blonde curls bounced around her face. “Her name is Maya. She is the daughter of the Weavers. I caught her weaving a bracelet just yesterday before your men arrived in the village.”
“Does Maya have any place that she goes to hide, To get away from other people?” he asked.
“I don’t know, really. It isn’t like we are friends. Maya is different. She is always running off and doing things alone.” the girl said. She was completley intimidated by him and yet Soren caught a gleam in the girls eye. He knew that look. It was ambition. This girl wanted power and Soren thought he might be able to use it to his own purpose.
Soren took a sip from the glass of water and set it back down on the edge of the desk. “I am so sorry, where are my manners. My name is Captain Soren of the Imperial Army,” he bowed low. The girl blushed and curtsied. “My name is Zania, I am the mayors daughter.”
“Ah I thought you had the look of nobility, Zania. A pleasure to make your aquantance.” he took her hand and brushed his thumb along her knuckles. “My chef will be preparing an exquisit meal this evening. Would you care to join me?” Wide eyed, the girl stammered “Why, Yes,”
“Wonderful! Now, about this girl we are looking for, are you certain there is no one who might know where she is?”
“The sisters at the church are about the only ones who talk to her much. I think Mother Sabatha was mentoring her in something. I remember my mother telling me about how fortunate we are to have the temple here.” Once she started, Zania went on for several minutes talking about her family and how influential she thought they were.
My gods will she ever shut up? Soren thought as he nodded politly. I have to figure out a way to get rid of her. He poured himself a shot of the local kaza. An alcohol made from a local tuber.