Bound By Blood (59 page)

             
Monéaklá
stumbled a bit, nervous. “
I had no choice but to call you forth now. It is not my fault your instructions could not be carried out."

             
"
Why? What has happened
?"

             
"
H
e
was freed
,
my
L
ord
, my Love
; it is
balance.
I had to use the powers of that and not of--
”
She kept the rest to herself. “You
knew
of this the night you came to me
,
on
Beal-Tene
. While those filthy Viis were sca
mper
ing off, you embraced my dreams wi
th your delicious dark promises--"

             
"
And instructions! I told you
not
to bring me forth in this way! Now look at me! I am weak! The power is all his! I have nothing! I am but a formless phantom!
"

             
"
I could not
wait
any longer.”

             
The fog began to laugh.
“
It matters not then how I am here. The strength from the sacrifice may just be delayed. W
e must hurry then
.
I must be the one who takes her Awakening.
I need the gift of flesh before I can do what needs to be done.”

             
"But you are my . . .
my
Awakener."
Monéaklá said
nothing
more for
a minute. Jealousy washed over her blackened heart. “
And
h
e
has already found her
,
my Love. Nothing ha
s
gone as planned
,
as you promised,
not even the sacrifice
--
which is
why
you are so weak. The Theŕéans were to
o
strong and the ones who weren’t
,
managed to escape
.
I was not able to drain him
the night of Aréel’s mock renunciation of her true
nature,
and give his power to you
,
no more than
she
was able to keep
them
apart.
We do not
have
her title
,
nor
her power. Our plan failed.
He A
wakens her now.
Daŕ
ēus awakens Sam
anthŕa
.
”
She took a deep breath, trembling from the cold.

             
"
Whaaaaaat
?" It roared!

             
“
It doesn’t matter though
,
--
you have me. What is she but
a
nothing?” She pulled something from her pocket. “I still have it
,
the red rose you left by my pillow
to prove that it wasn’t all a dream, the night of Beal-Tene
. You see how much you mean to me?”

             
“Foolish
,
vi
le
, sanies, filth
!”

             
Before
Monéaklá could
look up, the fog forced itself into her mouth,
ears,
and eyes. The rain began to fall
and
thunder hammered like a collision. The noises did
nothing to
lessen the ghastly and startling screams. Her body fell, sunken and dry
,
while the fog left it like wasted kill.

             
“Let that be a less
o
n to you. Let you know what it is I have felt all this time. I can feel you wishing to die but you will not, not yet.”
It shifted and she moaned with pain.
“I will claim my own sacrifice! The feeble incompetence of those who are beneath me shall not destroy me this time!
Daŕ
ēus shall not destroy me this time!
”

             
It moved towards the mountains
,
escaping into the barren darkness ahead. Everything died in its path
--
the trees, the
grass,
and shrubs. Waters turned fo
u
l and animals fell
,
de
s
ic
c
ated
and lifeless
,
as
Monéaklá
had done before
them
.
It drained the life from everything in
its
path, causing the fog to grow deeper, and deeper, and more solid, taking more of a shape.

             
A prophecy had been invoked and an ancient anger unleashed. Balance.
And now an old and forgotten thing, a
very
ancient and evil
thing
had b
een unleashed
!

~

Somewhere between worlds . . .

Time: Somewhere in the unknown, yet very far future

             
"
S
top this Crone! Stop
!" The young girl watching the visions displayed by the crystals
,
cried out. She had watched this from the very beginning, starting
with the night of Beal-Tene when the Priestess had dreamed of Daŕ
ēus and then awoke and all the pages unfolding to her Awakening and now, the evil and shapeless thing released from it. She trembled, tears in her eyes, having felt, and experienced everythi
ng they had watched. She could take no more.

             
"What is it, child. What makes you stop?" The Crone balanced herself on her staff, waving a hand, causing the visions into the past to stop.

             
"I am sorry. I thought I was ready but the emotions are too great. I need a moment. I need a moment to accept all I have seen for it seems so hopeless!" She pulled her cloak even tighter, falling to the floor, exhausted. "Why did I have to watch this? Why did you not tell me you were there? Why couldn't you simply tell me what happened?"

             
"
Of course I was there and because I was there, I must be here, showing you the way."

             
"How old are you, then?"

             
"Sometimes numbers become too large to keep up with." Kaléé , the Crone, sighed.

             
"Then why not simply tell me what happened? Why make me feel and live as though they did?"

             
"
It would not have been the same. You would not have felt the connection to those who paved your future. You cannot grasp your birthright if you cannot appreciate what those who came before you sacrificed
just so
you could have one
."
The Crone moved slowly around the room. Her fingers hovered above the crystals as if she were speaking to them with her mind.

             
"So these are
my
ancestors . . . and I . . .
I
am something like a Vii?"

             
"Is
that
what
you
feel?"

             
"
I don't know what I feel! I don't even know who I am anymore! I don't even know how I came to be here! Why must I go through this
, when they did not?"

             
"
You through this because of a
promise I made, one you shall
soon witness,
if
you continue to watch and you
must
continue to watch, child.
"

             
"The Priestess made you promise?"

             
"We must watch and see."

             
"Why? It seems so hopeless!"

             
"Why do you say that?
You
are here.
I
am here. Surely something came from all of this."

             
"Bec
ause there was a curse. Daŕ
ēus A
wakened her and something . . .
something
horrible was released! Now more Evil has
been
let lose upon that world and . . . and . . . and so many destroyed . . . and
--
"

             
"And it is
not
the end so one cannot say it was hopeless or not. And you and I are here . . . so something came from all of this! But how will you know if you are not brave enough to
watch? How you think
your little tears
be
more important than all that your ancestors sacrificed
?
Spoiled little Vii!" The Crone raised her staff causing the young one to feel so very guilty.

             
"You are right. I must know what happens next. I must know what becomes of the Priestess, of her sisters, of this world
TEŔAH,
I may never know. I must know why you are now here, the only one, and why I am blessed enough to watch this.
Why things are no longer like that, we are no longer like them . . . or are we?"

             
"Are we?
" Kaléé's grin stretched into something wide. "
We must watch."

             
"P
lease continue,
Kaléé,
Vlachŕa
of the Lycãons
, and let me
know
my birthright."

             
"Those are the words, child, I wish
to hear!" And the Crone waved
her staff before the crystals, so that part two of the story would begin . . .
.

             
And
so it did.
And
so
it did.

~Coming Soon~

Bound by Blood

The Sacrifice

II

By

C
.H. SCARLETT

BIO

C.H. SCARLETT is an Author of Fantasy and Paranormal
Fiction
.
She lives in the mountains of Virginia with her husband, three children, and many animals.

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:
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