Blue Eyes

He awoke to the smell of fresh coffee dripping in the kitchen. The morning routine had become so ingrained no other alarm was needed. Starting another Monday, another week of work.

Rascal the chocolate lab looked up sleepily and headed toward the side door. After letting her out, Harris poured a cup of coffee and settled on the front porch to watch the sunrise. No matter how many times he had witnessed it, the majesty never failed to amaze him. Boy hood dreams of being an astronaut or an explorer gave way to the realities of life. Working class family created a working class young man. Growing up in the greater Midwest, Harris knew horses and cattle. In his few years working the Crooked ‘H’ ranch he was already a manager. Saving his wages, he hoped to someday have a small ranch of his own but in the back of his mind he knew it was a far-gone dream. Times had changed too much. The world was moving on.

Rascal returned to the front, seeming more awake and eager to start her day. Harris stood and was about to go into the small cabin and prepare breakfast when a robin landed a few feet from him. Sitting on the handrail, blinking, it looked at him sideways.

“Things are not always what they seem.” An unfamiliar voice resonated in his head.

Turning to look more closely at the bird, Harris squinted against the sharp morning sun. The bird’s head jerked right then left. It’s dark black eye met Harris’ and turned blue. Harris’ breathing froze in his chest. This can’t be real, he thought.

“Pay attention to what you see and hear, things are not what they seem. Things will change but only if you help them,” echoed in Harris’ head. Flutter of movement and the robin was gone.

Looking down at Rascal, Harris asked, “Did you see that, girl?”

The lab’s eyes went from Harris to where the bird had been, and she let out a single curt bark. “Thought so” Harris answered and together they went inside, Harris mumbling what he had heard to himself.

 

The fifty-minute drive to the crooked ‘H’ was uneventful.   Another busy morning setting up for the tourist season in the spring and summer was a routine that seemed to flow along. Harris found himself heading into town for supplies and lunch.

Sitting at the counter eating, Harris heard a voice that seemed to glide through the collective chatter in the diner, the sound both familiar yet unknown. Turning to find the source he could only catch a glimpse of the young lady, the back of her head, neat, straight sandy brown hair.

“Surprising how I do remember this place,” she was telling the girl behind the counter. “That ‘back home’ smell and I don’t know the feel of it, just so comfortable. Thanks.”

Something about the voice touched him. Stepping away from the counter, weaving through other customers moving toward this siren song, he heard the door close and the sound that had caught his attention was gone.   Harris looked toward the young girl at the counter but she had already moved on to another customer. He headed out of the diner and scanned up and down the street but could not find the woman.

Heading to his truck, Harris dismissed the incident as an overactive imagination. After the odd start to the morning he needed to get some rest. Time to drop off supplies and head on home.

Driving in silence, one hand on the wheel the other gently scratching Rascal behind her ear, Harris spied a vehicle pulled to the side of the road. ‘A smaller car, probably a tourist.’ he thought as he came to a stop a short distance behind the vehicle. Rascal announced their arrival with a bark and jumped from the bed of the pick up and stood by his driver’s side door. Harris stepped out, staring intently at the vehicle. This was an odd spot to be stuck there wasn’t a lot of traffic on this road. Not much in the way of cell phone towers in this part of the country.

“Hello there? You need a hand?” he asked as he approached the driver’s door.

“Thanks so much. I don’t know what happened; the car just stopped. I know I have gas. Just plain old shut down on me.” That voice, the voice from the diner, Harris thought as his heart skipped a few beats. He stopped where he was letting his eyes take her in. As the door opened, an athletic woman climbed out, small hands still working the buttons her phone, her straight sandy brown hair hiding her face and draping her shoulders. Finally she looked up to meet his gaze, hazel eyes searching his face, high round cheekbones, accenting a warm smile and unusually thick eyebrows that added a sense of intelligence to her face. All of this left Harris feeling exposed on the open road.

There was something familiar about her movements and her face. Harris searched the recesses of his mind to place where he had seen her before but came up blank. Rascal, the wiser, walked up to their newfound friend, tail wagging, sniffing, inspecting. The girl began to pet Rascal’s head as she looked up and brushed the hair from her face.   Harris’ breath caught. He knew her somehow.

“My name is Harris, can I lend you a hand? We don’t get much traffic on this road so you could be out here a while.”

“ Hi, I’m Julia. Julia Craven, I was born near here. I kind of grew up here, well till I was six. We moved back East and well I just wanted to see the place I was born in. That’s silly right? Well just something I feel like I had to do.” Standing with her right hand extended, she added, “Um, hello? You feeling Ok?”

Harris started to breathe again. Touching her hand he felt a sting of electricity shoot up his arm. Being scared and excited all at once was foreign to him, “Not as weird as what I’m going to ask you. Where did you grow up? Around here I mean?”

“Oh some small place, I think we were part of a small ranch or something, here’s the address.” Handing him the paper she searched his face again.

He stared with a jolt of recognition. “This is the plot next to mine. When I was small there was another home just a few acres away. After the family there left my old man bought the property. Been empty since. I think we used to know each other.”

Rascal barked and began circling the two. They stood there staring at each other. Not sure what to say a certain feeling rested in the air, not tension but a wave of calm seemed to blanket them. Harris noticed a robin sitting on the top of he rental. He knew the bird was not there before. Locking eyes with Harris the unlikely observer took flight.

“Um, well, this is really weird maybe I should try my car again.” A puzzled expression on her face, Julia sat back behind the drivers seat and started the rental.

Before she could speak again, Harris did.

“Why don’t you just follow me? Your gps will show you, I’m not trying to trick you or anything.” Forcing a smile, he nodded and headed back to his truck. Rascal jumped in, tail wagging in excitement. Harris scratched her behind the ears, “Oh chill out. It can’t be her I mean what are the odds.”

 

 

During the ride home Harris remembered. His mind faded back to the little girl next door that he played with. She was a few years younger but being the only neighbors within walking distance, the children grew together for a half dozen years. He was always amazed at her eyes and how she seemed to be able to read him. He remembered how cute and small her hands were but that never stopped her from climbing or building the small bird houses they would set out in the winter.

Slowly the two vehicles pulled into the gravel driveway. They stepped out, their eyes met, and Harris was certain she was his former neighbor, the same glint was there in her eyes. Together they walked toward the abandoned property. Julia began to expose her short history.

She had lived on the east coast and both her parents had passed away in separate accidents, her father on a motorcycle and her mother with a slip on ice. A lost history disappeared in a flash being replaced by a long lost friend. The two returned to town and settled in for dinner.   Together they moved as one. Conversation flowed freely. Lost souls united through time. Later, leaving Julia outside her hotel Harris felt warm and at peace with himself. He drove home and settled in for the night.

Waking up the next morning with Julia on his mind, Harris picked up his cell phone. The date was still Monday on the phone, but he knew that couldn’t be right. Flipping on the morning news channel he looked to the lower right of the screen, Monday 6:35am. No, something didn’t feel right.

Looking out a window to his right he saw a blue-eyed robin staring in at him from the roof of his truck. Harris rushed for the door and as he crashed through the small bird took flight. Rascal just sat back, tail low, waiting for what would come next. Heading back inside, Harris called the hotel where he dropped Julia last night. No one named Julia Craven was registered there.

Logging on the computer, Harris opened his Internet browser and searched for her. Finding a webpage with her name, he opened the link.

“Finding a match: My name is Julia Craven and I am searching for bone marrow match. ………”

Eyes burning into the computer monitor he read frantically. Leaning back heavily in his seat, he realized he had decisions to make.   After feeding Rascal he headed to the local hospital. Harris had questions that he needed answered before making any decisions. Finding a parking space he walked to the entrance of the cancer department, while outside the doors a robin sat watching.

 

 

Several weeks passed. Harris’ phone began to sing. Looking down he didn’t recognize the number but answered just the same.

“Hello?” he said, expecting a wrong number.

“Um, hello, is this Harris Carmichale?” a gentle female voice inquired.

The subdued but silky sound sent a shiver through his body. Harris didn’t need to ask but felt he had to.

“Yes, may I ask who this is?”

“My name is Julia Craven. I am just so grateful to actually talk to you. I mean I know I’m not supposed to know who you are but I was able to persuade some people to get me your information.” Silence but Harris thought he could hear her choking back tears. The world before him had gotten blurry on its own just at hearing her voice. “You, you are saving me. I couldn’t believe the town you are in. I grew up near there actually. I would like to fly out there next week and meet you. If that would be OK?”

Swallowing hard he answered, “It would be my pleasure to meet you Julia Craven.”

Together, miles apart, they shared their first smile together after many years.

Julia looked outside the window of her second floor apartment and saw a most curious thing, a blue-eyed robin looking in at her. That can’t be right, she thought. Birds have beaks, they can’t smile.

 

 

Braagh

            She missed doing this.  Laying on her back in the grass.  The sensations brought back such strong memories for her.  The slight breeze mingled around her bare feet, tickling her toes ever so slightly.  The cold blades of grass pushing against the bare skin of her legs, arms, shoulders and neck sent tingling waves to her core.  She belonged here with the earth.  Breathing deeply she took it all in and let the memories flow like tears long withheld.  She remembered running, barefoot playing tag, the joy and laughter of the chase.  She thought back to days of slaying imaginary dragons and hunting make believe monsters.  Raising one hand she wiped away tears.  She was glad she was here alone where no one could see her.  The world had moved on making the monsters of today all too real.  ‘Which face will I wear today?’ she asked herself.  A robin fluttered down, landing a few feet from her face.

            She turned her head slowly to look at the wild bird.  Grass tickled her cheek as she pressed to look.  The robin stood there staring at her, blinking.  Her breath caught when she made eye contact.  The small bird looking at her gave off no sense of fear but instead a feeling of knowing.  This bird had deep blue eyes.  With a final blink the bird was gone, lifting into the air and to the trees.

            “Aliese.  Aliese where are you?  We need to get started.” Her mother’s voice called from the back porch.  Slowly she sat up, brushed herself off and began to walk toward the house.  Time to prepare for whatever father brought home.  He had been gone longer this time.  Away hunting for five days gave cause for alarm.  Mother knew he was returning because of the crow.  Aliese’s father had a pet crow that followed him everywhere.  This morning the mangy black bird sat on the windowsill casting his long shadow with this mornings light.  Mother was happy, excited and extremely relieved.

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            Father burst in the house, slamming the door behind him.  Panic oozed from his pores, eyes shifting.  “We must go.  Pack your things we are going to the city, now.  Move you two we have no time.”  Aliese and her mother stood side-by-side staring in wonder.

            “Where is the meat? Anish what are you saying?”

            Anish sprang from the door and grabbed his wife by the upper arms.  Eyes wide he began shouting. “It is coming!  Baagh wants it’s kill and is coming for me! We must go now!”

            Medha’s eye locked on her husband’s.  Her eyes becoming soft seemed to touch his very soul.  “Calm, please slow down and tell us what has happened.  Baagh has not been seen here is thirty years.  Tell me, tell me your tale.”

            Anish sat heavily at the table, wide eyes staring at nothing and he began to speak.  “I was hunting from my favorite tree just five miles east in the borderlands of the jungle.  A snake had taken residence in my hunting nest, which made for a fine meal.  I waited and as expected a good-sized deer wandered in line for a good shot.  I drew back my bow and set an arrow on its way.  The deer ran a few yards before dropping, all as usual.  Then as I began to dress the beast to bring it back I heard some snapping in the brush behind me.  I drew another arrow and turned slowly and there it was.  Braagh.  At first I only saw the blue eyes moving slowly toward me through the leaves and bushes.  His striped face hidden so well.  He licked his lips and nose as he broke into the clearing.  It was like he just ‘appeared’ there and bared his teeth, hissed a warning and stepped toward my kill.  I just walked quietly away and gave it over to him. But then, then,…”

            “It’s Ok dad, you’re home now.” Aliese said.  Her father looked up at her now as if seeing her for the first time.  His head began shaking side to side.

            “No. You don’t understand.  Braagh followed me to the hut.  Then he went back to the kill and dragged it so he could watch me as he ate. Eventually the cat left and then I climbed down, but he didn’t really leave he was following me so I went deeper into the jungle.  Once I was in deep I climbed as high as I could.  I then tried to get out by moving in the trees.  After two days I thought I lost him but then when I reached the edge of the jungle there.  I saw some fur on the tree there.  Orange and black fur, he is here, he knows where I am and wants his kill.  We must go now.”

            Mother and daughter looked at each other.  Aliese opened the door and called for Callie the family dog.  No dog came.  A sparrow landed just feet away from her.  The tiny bird looked up, blinked twice and flew away.  Fear found a home in Aliese as she slowly closed the door.  “Get packing.” Her mother shouted from the next room.  ‘It’s too late’ Aliese thought as she opened a small closet and removed her own bow and quiver.   Three yards out the front door and she saw the tracks, the distinctive tracks of a large cat.  Her own foot fit easily inside one.  She knew the tracks were not there earlier. 

            The tracks circled the house.  Near the back Aliese found a faint trail of blood.  ‘Callie’ she thought ‘hope you put some bites in.’ Holding back tears and burying her fear she followed the blood and drag marks toward the old woodpile.  Slowly she drew back her bow and stepped around the heap of rotting wood.  There laid the half eaten corpse of her dog.  A single arrow set fly and took out two vultures, four others jumped to the top of the woodpile, wings flapping in protest.  Aliese looked around as she crept toward her lost friend.

            Against her parent’s instructions, Aliese buried Callie in the front yard.  Her parents were eager to go, knowing the stories of Braagh.  He was the king of all big cats some said.  Legends were told that once Braagh got your scent, there was no hiding. Stories of farmers went missing, hunters disappearing, all credit given to Braagh.  Aliese wanted her revenge.  She convinced her parents that one night would not make a difference.  They agreed to stay thinking it would be better to travel during daylight.

            Lying still in the earliest hours of the morning, sometime between three and four am, Aliese heard the gentle thump thump on the back roof.  She traced each step through the ceiling with her eyes.  Braagh was on the roof and looking for some way in.  Maybe he had done this before and scared his prey out for an easy kill?  Aliese looked at her parents, they were both sound asleep.  Quietly she stood, bow in hand, arrow ready to notch.  Staring at the shuttered window she waited, then a shadow broke the moonlight as Braagh leapt to the ground.  Aliese remembered how easily her own foot fit in the print left by the big cat earlier today.  Then her thoughts shifted to Callie, the blood, the buzzards and her fear turned to red-hot rage in her stomach.  Hand on the door she slowly opened it, letting in moonlight and fresh air.  ‘Nothing better than a full moon to hunt by’ she thought as she stepped out pulling the door closed behind her.

            She found the deep prints left where the cat came down from the roof.  Instinct told her he would go to Callie’s grave. Crouching low Aliese moved in that direction.  She stopped suddenly, ears piqued.  She heard breathing.  Turning she saw blue eyes staring down at her from the roof of her home.  The cat was lying there watching her. Frozen she just stared back, unsure of what to do next.  The moon was behind the cat making a shot difficult.  The two sat there staring, waiting for the inevitable.

            The first red light broke the still.  Braagh stood eyes fixed on Aliese.  Aliese took in a deep breath and held it raising the bow and drawing back at the same time.  Braagh’s ears went flat, tail tucked, legs drew under like springs.  A final show of teeth and all his energy was released forward.  Aliese and Braagh locked eyes her arrow let loose.   A thousand birds took flight into the morning sun.

WIP (no title yet) Chp 9

9. Confusion

 

            Magmus looked at Celustrus and Abdial, tears forming in the corners of his eyes, “Take care of that beast. “ He nodded toward the struggling McGaha and returned his attention to his dying mentor. Resting Sarafiel across his lap Magmus rummaged in his pockets coming out with a small bag of dried herbs. With shaking hands he removed several small leaves and ground them in his fist. Quickly he sprinkled the ground herbs on the wound and pressed them in with his palm. Mumbling to himself some ancient healing spell. Nothing changed. Sarafiel was struggling to breath and looked into Magmus’ eyes. Grinding more herbs he repeated the process, now finding it hard to remember the words, the correct tongue or even to say them clearly. None of this was in the plan.

 

            Sarafiel looked deeply into Magmus’ eyes . Magmus’ breath caught in his throat. For the first time he felt no fear of Sarafiel. ‘His eyes’ Magmus thought, ‘they changed.’ Never before had Sarafiel ever let down his guard. His eyes now reflected a quiet love, a softness and understanding never before witnessed by Magmus. Sarafiel reached up and cupped Magmus’ cheek. Through dry lips he began to speak softly so as no one else could hear.

 

            “My son of learning. You alone have surpassed your master years ago. Don’t speak now just listen for these will be the last of my words for many years. Your magic is strong, your knowledge and reasoning even stronger. This makes you dangerous to all, gnome, leprechaun, elf, and goddess alike. I must caution you, trust your instinct. Trust your heart. One day the two will battle and you, only you can decide the outcome. I must rest now. Finish your task, perhaps the next time we meet it will be under better terms.” Sarafiel forced a smile and released a final soft warm breath. The air escaping him seemed to glow a gentle muted gold for just a moment. His eyes became black and slowly closed. Magmus gently laid his mentor on the earth and crossed his arms across his chest covering the wound. With watery eyes Celustrus and Abdial watched. Magmus stood and rubbed his dusty sleeve across his eyes. Holding his shillelagh in his right hand he now turned his attention toward the still struggling fat man.

 

            “I wasn’t sure.” Celustrus started but Magmus paid her no mind as he headed toward the struggling human. Before she could grab his shoulder Magmus was moving fast and stiff. His eyes now dry and burning glared at McGaha. Jaw clenched he twirled the shillelagh. The crude looking branch was suddenly a gold toned double-edged short sword. The blade seemed to catch light unseen and ring as it sliced the air. McGaha’s eyes grew wide as Magmus stopped, pointing the weapon centimeters from the center of the human’s eyes. Through clenched teeth Magmus snarled, “I should run you through the middle and leave you for the beasts of the wood. They would surely enjoy some fresh warm meat. I want to hear you scream as they begin their feast.” Coming slowly from behind him, Celustrus gently lowered her hand onto Magmus’ shoulder. The simple electricity of her touch seemed to subdue his anger. At this moment he regretted that she was here. She whispered, warm breath tickling his ear, “Not like this, not here. If what I have heard were true, Sarafiel would not want it like this. Not by your hand.” The gnome had struck a nerve, she most always did. The fire receded from his eyes and Magmus slowly lowered his blade. Looking down he spotted the handgun sitting in the dried grass. Using the tip of his sword he traced a circle around it. Tapping the ground the gun was sucked in and replaced with an opaque stone. He spun and looked at Celustrus, trying desperately to keep his anger alive, “If not me then who? If not now then when? “ Celustrus eyes softened even more. Tears standing in the corners, “I don’t know. I only know it’s not you not now. “ A single tear escaped and landed on the newfound stone.

 

            Magmus looked at the human and said, “Run coward. When next we meet you will die. No gnome shall save you. Now RUN!” The roots released McGaha. He fell backward struggled to his feet and headed as fast as his thick legs could carry his girth toward the wood. Magmus turned to where he had left Sarafiel.

The space that Sarafiel had laid upon, was now occupied by an Oak tree. The tree stood in full bloom as if it had been there for centuries. Sitting in the branches were a pair of robins and a pair of ravens. Oddly, each pair sat facing its partner, head lowered almost touching. Magmus stepped past the now quiet Abdial and Celustrus and placed his hands on the tree. “Rest well my friend and mentor.” Lowering his chin, Magmus allowed himself to cry. His silvery tears finding their way, winding along the roots to kiss the earth. Thunder sounded from the cloudless sky. Celustrus stepped forward and gently laid her hand in the center of his back. His breathing calmed as he raised his head and slowly looked at his companions. Clearing his throat he announced, “There is still work to be done.”

WIP (no title yet) Chp 8

I havent posted all the chapters leading to this.  I think there is enough info in the first two to put most readers on track.  I am also re editing the work so far.  I noticed some choppy, adjective infected writing.  so here goes… Please comment if you would.

8 Going Home

 

 

 

            Abdial ran with all her strength toward Magmus. The human was gaining, enraged at her escape. Magmus muttered “digitilvsdi ukadv”. The ravens and robins flew toward McGaha’s face cawing and scratching. McGaha began swinging the bag he was carrying trying to ward off this new distraction. All of this activity drew little attention from those still walking the street.

 

            Magmus reached out and grabbed Abdial’s hand and threw her onto Celustrus’ back. Together they continued nonstop toward a fountain just a few yards away. Magmus withdrew the crystals from his vest pocket and began to chant softly with now laboring breath. In the near part of the fountain the water began to take on a golden glow. “NO NO NO NO NO!” shouts rained toward them from the human coming up behind them. A booming crack of thunder, the skies opened and it began to rain.

 

            Together Magmus, Celustrus, and Abdial tucked their chins and dove head first into the now golden glowing liquid. Enveloped momentarily in the damp warmth, devoid of oxygen, time seemed to freeze. The three came shooting headfirst out of what appeared to be no more than a muted yellow puddle on the edge of a field. They were back. The chant and crystals had worked. The three continued to run to find the cover of some nearby trees. They could hear the emergence of the human from behind them Gasping for air. Magmus smiled as he heard the human begin to retch. Not easy to jump worlds he thought. Then the sounds of hooves made the three freeze in their tracks. A small group of elves on horseback emerged from the woods in front of them. Several had bows at the ready and were pointing at Magmus.

 

 

            From his hands and knees McGaha lost his dinner. He was not prepared for the jump. The lack of oxygen in addition to being winded from the run had taken its toll on him. He was here he thought. The air was different. Taking in a deep breath he felt alive like never before. Looking around the colors seemed brighter, even in the growing twilight. His first impulse was to explore this strange new land. As he began to rise he heard the sounds of horses approaching. McGaha’s eyes grew wide in amazement as he saw what appeared to be a small group of man sized creatures riding horses. At first glance they looked human, but then the differences became apparent. Their ears were higher on their head and pointed, eyes much more narrow, as was their mouth. There was hardly a nose visible on their faces and their hair was thin and seemed to almost float in the gentle breeze. McGaha dropped his bag and ripped at the zipper reaching inside.

 

            The group of elves broke into the clearing forming a short line parallel to the gnomes and leprechaun. No one seemed to even notice the intruder in their midst. One of the elves drew a bow and arrow and pointed it at Abdial. She involuntarily began squeezing Celustrus’ hand. Cleustrus gently moved Abdial behind her defensively. What appeared to be the lead elf began to speak looking directly at Magmus.

 

            “Leprechaun, we can not allow you to pass these woods.” The squeaky yet penetrating voice of the would be leader stated. “You must not try to force the prophecy. All things in due time.”

 

            Magmus eyes became slits as his gaze shifted from elf to elf. Only five he thought, easy numbers but there will be more soon. Magmus spoke evenly, hiding his anger “I force nothing elf. What is happening is happening and let no creature of this world or other interfere.” The horses stirred uneasily at these words. Magmus heard a voice behind him. It was Sarafiel the Wise.

 

            Of all the elders why him? Magmus respected all the elders but he feared Sarafiel. Each encounter the two had shared in the past, Sarafiel’s gaze seemed to burn into Magmus’ very soul. He always knew what the plan was before Magmus. No matter the outcome, he always felt his efforts would be lacking in the eyes of Sarafiel. As a mentor Magmus could not have had a better one. Now like the whisper of wind he was standing behind Magmus.

 

            Sarafiel stepped out and held up a single hand. He looked at the ground as he spoke. “Elvin brothers we ask safe passage to protect the future of this world. We leave you this to do with as you please.” Sarafiel turned sideways and shifted his hand to point at McGaha still half kneeling staring wide eyed at the scene before him, one hand buried in his small backpack. The lead elf seemed to scowl “ What use would a simple pig man have for us? The leprechaun brought him through, you dispose of him. These woods will not see you pass. Find another way.” Sarafiel let out a sigh and took a step so he was now standing beside Magmus. Abdial and Celustrus were shielded behind the two leprechauns. Now Sarafiel made eye contact with the lead elf and stated matter of factly, “My good fellow, this was not so much a request.” His eyes became slits as the once gentle breeze began to change to a steady wind.

The elf with the raised bow shifted and let his arrow fly. In a blur Magmus snagged the arrow just before it pierced the robe of Sarafiel. He slowly turned breathing deeply to contain his anger, narrow red eyes surveyed the elves. The horses were now all visibly agitated as the very air in the clearing felt warm and electric. Sarafiel whispered, “Calm your heart noble leprechaun. Tis not yet the time.” Magmus dropped the arrow and withdrew his shillelagh from one of the magical pockets of his vest. He stood straight eyes still in slits and grumbled, “That is the only gift you will take this day elf. Now step away or be moved. Your choice.” The horses were becoming nearly impossible to still.

 

 

            McGaha could barely contemplate the significance of the scene before him. He wanted to rule this world and now would be his time. He withdrew a nickel-plated revolver from his bag and stood up. Watching the arrow take flight and witnessing the leprechaun stop it only made he more inspired. He would not be denied his place here. McGaha pointed the revolver at the lead elf and pulled the trigger. A thunderous bang, cloud of smoke; flash of light and the hot spinning lead was on its way. Sarafiel turned and leaped straight up the bullet finding a mark in his chest. The elves scattered unsure and frightened by this unknown magic. Celustrus and Abdial froze, eyes wide scanning for some clue as to where to go or what to do. Magmus spun and screamed “Sarafiel!” catching him as he fell. He pointed his shillelagh at the human. Tree roots sprung from the ground pinning McGaha in place and removing the gun from his hand.

WIP (no title yet) Please comment

Chapter 1 A beginning

Magmus climbed out of the hole in his favorite tree and stretched. Squinting against the bright morning sun welcoming another beautiful day in the woods. Casually he strolled down to the river carrying his hat, vest and shirt, savoring the chill breeze on his lightly tanned skin. His deep brown eyes opened wide taking in the scene before him. Reaching up and rubbing his scarred forehead slicking back his sleep tossed hair. Scratching his cheek and rubbing his stony chin beneath a scraggly beard. Kneeling down he took a drink and began to splash his face with the cold river water. He noticed a shadow creeping up from over his right shoulder but before he could stand he felt a sharp kick in the rear. Headfirst Magmus fell into the shallow part of the river. Initial anger flared in his eyes, his muscles tensed, hands balled into fists, jaw clenched tightly he jumped to a standing position ready to do some hurting to the fool that kicked him. He eyes focused on a yellow haired gnome standing on the bank laughing without reserve. His anger was immediately subdued at the sight of his friend.

He found it more and more difficult to get or even remain angry with his yellow haired friend. There she stood laughing at the chaos she had caused. Her bushy eyebrows furrowed together as she squinted in laughter hiding her hazel eyes. Her smile, as broad as the horizon, pushing up chipmunk cheeks. Magmus thought, “She would make a better leprechaun than me any day.’ And he began to trudge out of the water. Looking at her standing there laughing, eyes in slits, smile radiating a certain inner joy at her exploit. Her floppy green cap draped graciously to the side, Brown shirt, and sleeves pulled up to her forearms buttoned halfway. Hands placed triumphantly on her hips thumbs hooked in her belt. Her canvas backpack hanging lazily off her left shoulder. No shoes, she hated shoes.

“Good morning to you too.” Magmus grumbled, feinting his anger allowing her to further enjoy the moment.

Celustrus, the yellow haired gnome, answered between chuckles, “It is now.” and continued laughing.

Drying off and shaking his head, Magmus pulled on his shirt and vest, flopped his hat on his head as he started toward a small path at the edge of the woods. The fairies were just rising from their nests and began darting around. Magmus was paying them no mind, he had some investigating to do today.
Taking a deep breath to steady herself, Celustrus snapped into step beside Magmus. “So today is the day.” She could hardly contain her excitement.

Magmus often crossed into the world of men, usually alone. Most woodland creatures felt this was too dangerous. Those that did adventure across usually did it at night when there would be little chance of being seen. “So we are really gonna do this?” he asked. This question stopped Magmus and he turned to look at her sensing the hint of nervousness in her voice.

Magmus started, “Yes I am doing this. What is this we thing? Gnomes never cross over during the day.” He stared directly into her eyes, she was trying hard to hide whatever thoughts would be lingering there.

Celustrus broke the stare and looked down sheepishly, “I thought you might want some company. I think it could be fun and I think I am better at hiding than you.”

Magmus snorted, “Humph. Company always, hiding I don’t know.”

He started toward the path again Celustrus by his side smiling. They turned sharply off the path and after several hundred yards came upon a black granite obelisk with ancient runes scratched into the sides. Neither Magmus nor Celustrus could read them. Legend held that the raven clan had made the runes long before they took to flight. The stone and language were much older than either adventurer. Magmus came to this information by ‘discussing’ old magic over grog with one of the Leprechaun elders last summer. He then spent the better part of the last six months searching for the proper crystals to use to activate the stone. A special translucent red crystal with faint grey chips throughout came into his possession. Most interesting was when the stone was held at a certain angle in the sunlight the shape of a raven flying could just be seen inside the stone. All of this was necessary to cross into the land of men using the obelisk. Some creatures could cross whenever they wanted, for certain creatures there were lunar cycles and such to consider. The obelisk however would allow Magmus to cross whenever he wanted. To the anger and fear of Celustrus he tried it the other day going alone, luckily he made it back. Now, he decided, they would go through together.

nightmares 4; First meeting?

She hated this chair. Sitting just outside the doctor’s office she could hear the muffled voices inside. No one believed her; they said it was just in her dream. Often people that suffered a loss had sympathy pains after. She tried to insist this was different but no one would believe her. Now she had to sit and stew in her own bitter thoughts while the ‘so called’ doctor made his sale to her mother. Patients, nurses, therapists and doctors flowed around her. She would not be noticed here, in this den of recovery, just another poor little thing in a wheel chair. The imagery, the thought all combined to make her angry.
“Thank you doctor. We will see you in two weeks.” She heard her mother saying and her roll to the front desk began. “I’m going to put you at the end of the waiting bench while I schedule our next visit. Where would you like to go for lunch?” Eyes burning she stared ahead. Eventually she would have to acknowledge her mother but just not now. The anger would make her speak out of turn and only get her in more trouble. “I’ll be right back.” “Whatever” she mumbled.
The room became brighter. Her breathing started to become rapid and her heartbeat increased. ‘Panic attack’ she thought at first. No this is different, no triggers and the light. The light in the room was painfully bright. She found herself squinting, turning her head side to side. Her legs began to burn. She felt a distinct heat pulsing from her hips to her toes. Opening her mouth to call her mother her breath caught in her throat. He was here.
The boy from her dream was here. His face was the only thing in focus in this room. She knew the contours of his cheeks, the shapes of his ears, the trace of his jaw line. His eyes, she couldn’t see his eyes. In the dream it was too dark to really see his eyes. This was not a dream. She pressed down hard with her hands, the burning in her legs intensified. She felt herself lift from the seat. The world began to swim and spin. She heard her mother yelling as the world around her turned gray then black.
#
He sat in the front seat next to his mother, right arm across his chest, hand cupping the remains of his left arm. “Excited?” his mother asked. He shrugged and just stared out the window. “This is a good thing. You can learn how to use your arm again, maybe even be able to play baseball again.” “I don’t want to play ball again. I can’t, not without Kevin.”
Parking the car across from the rehab, his mother turned to look at him. She stared at him quietly until he turned to face her. “Son, what happened was awful. It was tragic. What matters is that you survived and I can only think that you are here for some reason, something bigger than we can understand right now.” Gently cupping his cheek, she brushed away a tear with her thumb. “We are going to be alright.” Without saying a word he pulled the release and stepped out of his mothers van.
Entering the waiting room he stood looking around as his mother went to the window to check him in. A spike of pain shot through his left shoulder and settled behind his eyes. Everything in this room was suddenly attacking his senses; every smell, sight and sound bombarded him. Then he saw her across the room. She was sitting on the end of a row and was the only thing in semi focus. The light all around her blinded out everything else. He could see her dark hair draping her shoulders, the trace of her high cheeks, the slope of her neck.
His breathing became shallow. The beating of his heart drowned out all sound. Suddenly the room before him became wide, then narrow. He saw the world around him spin, and then there was darkness.

Nightmares story 2 (wip)

He was running dodging trees. Legs burning as he pushed, hitting each step harder than the last. This ground felt like pushing through a swamp. He was moving forward at a snail’s pace, no matter how hard he tried, how deep he breathed, how much he pushed, the ground stuck to his feet. Low hanging branches scratched his face trying to blind him. Ropes of ivy pulled at his legs. At some point he realized he had lost his shoes. Tired, too tired to continue, then he would hear it. The heavy breathing and sharp snarl coming from somewhere behind him.
He didn’t look behind him. Some primal fear told him that looking would be certain death. He could see the edge of the wood, a clearing. His home appeared in the distance. Maybe not his home but some house, some place that felt familiar to him. He broke free of the tree line and sprinted. An angry growl echoed from the trees behind him. He ran. Pushing, legs on fire, bare feet screaming with each step. He ran. Lacking the strength to climb the short flight of step he dove for a small opening and crawled under the porch.
Peering out between rotting boards he strained his eyes looking into the scant silver moonlight for whatever was chasing him. A midst the smell of damp earth and dead rodents, he pushed aside spider webs and forgotten snakeskin’s. Calming himself to slow his breathing he listened and looked. Something brushed past the small crack he was looking through. He stopped breathing and stared, gray black hair was all he could see. Where there two feet or four? Waiting, he couldn’t hear anything, no movement, no breathing. Gradually the crickets began to sing again. An eerie calm floated around him and he crawled slowly toward the opening back into the moonlight.
Eyes wide, keeping his back to the wood rail of the porch he stepped gingerly to the steps. The first step was solid and took his weight well. The second step however cried when he stepped on it. The crickets stopped singing, branches began breaking, and something came crashing from the woods.
He never looked. The door burst open allowing him to fall in kicking up billowing clouds of dust. Instinctively he kicked the door closed, scrambled to his feet and headed up the stairs. The stairs, the wallpaper, the smells all felt familiar. He knew this was not his home but somehow he knew this place. Running up the steps seemed to grow. The top was far away and kept getting farther. The something snarled outside the door. Then the moonlight was in, door crashing, a ghastly shadow cast in the entryway. The snarl was closer and sounded hungry.
Hitting the top he lost his footing. Falling he landed face down chest smashing on the floor. His breath, life-giving air escaped him, his body froze. He could feel hot breath on his legs, hair brushing his calves.
Eyes shooting open he looked panicked into a pair of soft green eyes. They stood out in contrast to the fair complexion and reddish brown hair framing a young face. The terror flushed from his being immediately.
“Sorry to wake you. Tried not to but then again it looked like you weren’t have a good time of it. Just here to change your IV.” The young nurse stopped, a look of concern blossomed on her face. She looked older now but also more beautiful. She gently touched the back of his hand. “Are you OK? You look really pale. Can I get you anything? Water?”
“I’m Ok. It was just a bad dream is all. I’ll be OK really. I think.”
“Must have been some dream. You are soaking wet. Here are some dry nightclothes. I’ll pull the curtain and let you get changed then I’ll change these sheets.”
“Um, OK.”
#
Pulling to the front of his home, he saw the banner, ‘WELCOME HOME!’ A lump pushed at his throat and his vision became blurry. Blinking back tears he forced a smile just as his mother turned to look at him from the front seat. “Your friends are all inside waiting for.” She said reaching back to pat his knee, careful to avoid looking at the space where his left arm once was. “Thanks mom.” he forced.
#
After weeks of being chased in his dreams the constant exercise had begun to show. His face was drawn and deep dark circles began to form under his eyes. The changes became obvious once the IVs stopped. His healing was slow according to his doctor. He made a conscious decision to fight in the dream this time. He wanted this to all end one-way or the other.
Tonight instead of diving under the porch he pushed and ran directly into the house. Scrambling into a kitchen he searched frantically for something anything he could use to fight. ‘This is your dream’ he thought and then whipping opens another drawer he saw it. A knife shined up in the dim light, the only item in the drawer. The double-edged blade seemed to have it’s own light, the handle slightly curved almost to match his hand. He ran upstairs found a bedroom and climbed under the covers.
Heart racing he pulled the thin sheet over his head. Hot breath circling back in his face brought instant sweat. He heard the front door crash open, the blood curdling growl, the steps creaking in order as the beast climbed, sniffing out its prey. The door creaked. He could hear the feet stepping lightly on the dusty wooden floorboards. The steps stopped at the foot of the bed. He closed his hand tightly around the handle now doubting his own conviction.
The mattress pushed down next to his feet. It was sitting on the bed! Just sitting there breathing heavy. Something reached the top of the sheet any brushed it away from his forehead exposing his eyes and nose. His heart exploding in his chest he bolted to a sitting position pushing his hand forward. The sheet stopped him. He could only move half way up and his hand paused.
Eyes snapping open he saw his mother sitting there on the edge of his bed. He was home again. “You were having another of those dreams again dear. I think it’s better that you’re awake now. It seemed like a bad one. Need some water?”
“Um, OK some water would be good.” He answered. His mind was struggling, trapped between the dream world and reality. Slowly his breathing returned to normal. His mother stood up and headed out of the room. Opening the door, light from the hall way blazed a path across the room. His mother moved softly into the hall. Now feeling tired his gaze followed the light and led his eyes toward the floor. Exiting the room he noticed his mother’s feet, bare and muddy.

Nightmares (teaser one)

She was falling. Strips of hair flashed before her eyes. Her nightclothes flew up, tight against her back and legs, arms reaching for the light flying away. She tried but couldn’t scream. Fingers of air pushed against her mocking her decent into the darkness.
She sat up quickly in bed hair sticking to her sweat covered face, hiding the panic in her eyes. A pair of candles left burning on a small nightstand across the room cast the only light. ‘I need to calm down. Just another nightmare that’s all.’ Chest heaving, she blinked herself more awake. She wanted to run, to hide, and to disappear but her limbs betrayed her. Slowly the electric sting like pins poking her fingers began. First fingertips then hands, the sensation continued to creep up her arms stopping at her shoulders. Suddenly the feeling was gone and quietly as it had started.
Using her hands she walked herself to the edge of the bed. She reached out and felt the cool smooth surface of the board she needed. Snuggling one edge under her bottom, yes still some feeling there, she reached across and grabbed the arm of her chair. Sliding her into place she waited. ‘Move foot. Come on, MOVE!’ closing her eyes tight she willed and wished it. Nothing changed. After a few minutes she positioned her legs and locked them in the chair before heading out into the night air.
Her room had never been so clean. No more clothes left on the floor on tossed carelessly on the bed. No more papers, pens and pencils left in random nooks, to grab when the urge to create blossomed within her. Those little things, the little parts of life had been taken away. She hated her room now. When she looked around she failed to see anything that connected it to the real her. The posters were nice and everyone tried to make it pleasant for her. She knew it was over the day her mother painted over the mural she had painted herself so many years ago. ‘We need this wall for the medical equipment’ they said. So she closed her eyes refusing to shed a tear and rolled away.
Now she needed to get better. She needed to get her feeling back in her legs just as she had her arms. No one believed she would. She willed it back. ‘Focus and determination on your goals, that’s what works.’ So what the doctors said she would get most mobility back above the waist, she wanted it all back.
She punched in the code on the small electric lock by the door activating the motion sensors and power. “Lights off.” She said and the lights went out. She pushed her hand control toward the door and it opened. A rush of fresh autumn air flooded the room. The air felt cold on her damp skin, she breathed in deeply catching the scents of dying leaves and day old grass. There was a hint of skunk and something else. Quietly she rolled out of the house onto the deck. Her skin looked almost translucent in the moonlight. Her black hair glowed. Tendrils of steam rose from her giving her a ghostly aura. She slowly scanned the trees for any wildlife, the skunk smell was fading but she was sure there would be something.
Low hanging branches stirred, barely making a sound. Staring she saw it. A figure moved from the trees. A female mule deer stepped out and began grazing; her fawn was there closer than a shadow. The two moved slowly and deliberately nibbling on the grass and wild onions. And that smell came again. It was a musty old smell, some mixture of animal and damp earth. Her eyes narrowed, peering into the semi blackness. The occasional cloud break would allow more moonlight to pass, but still the darkness was now giving to its secrets. She rolled to the edge of the deck, the door behind her slid shut. Sounds of crickets and night birds filled the air masking the gentle hum of her electric motor.
Bursting from the tree line only feet from the deer, the animal was on the defenseless doe’s back. A deafening crack and crunch stopped whatever futile struggle the doe would have attempted. The small fawn stood stone still, too young to run, too inexperienced to know what was happening. The beast from the woods turned and snapped the fawn in half with a single bite. Red eyes settled on the hum figure sitting on the deck maybe ten yards away.
Her eyes were wide, staring, unblinking. Each breath felt like it was being drawn through a straw. Knuckles pressed tight against skin as she gripped the side arms on her chair. ‘The door closed’ she thought, ‘the door closed, the deer what happened to the deer? I must still be sleeping.’ Just then almost as if reading her mind the beast began to move.
The beast began to move, almost crawl toward the deck. Black hair turned almost silver when it stepped from the shadow into more direct moonlight. A cloud covered the moon and the beast became invisible again. All but the red eyes moving ever closer, head tilted to the side giving the impression of curiosity. The cloud moved and now she saw the beast was closer than she thought. It wasn’t a dog, or wolf exactly, but something else. Now the odd smell she had caught earlier engulfed her. Every labored breath brought the scent deeper into her making her want to be sick. She was frozen with fear of what could come. The beast stopped a foot from her, raising its head bringing its eyes even with hers. ‘Something is there’ she thought, ‘some smarts, something not so primitive.’ The beast sniffed deeply then quickly taking in the circumference of her face and hair.
The beast’s mouth opening wide, showing yellowed teeth dripping with saliva. Long pink tongue extending, curling toward her smooth white cheek. Without warning a cold wind blanketed the deck, bringing life to wind chimes long forgotten. The icy blast seemed to cut the connection and stifle the scent that was choking her. The beast drew back sharply looking to it’s right. Eyes narrowed it began to growl at the shadows. A burst of light shot out hitting the beast in the side just as it was turning to run. Hitting the ground hard on its side, the beast rolled, looked to the shadows and leaped away into the darkness of the wood.
Chest heaving she slowly turned to look toward the source of the light. Nothing but darkness greeted her. She felt the cold retreating from her like a blanket slipping off the bed. The porch light came on, the door slid open. Her Aunt rushed out with the family cat close at her feet. “What are you doing out here? All sorts of stuff is in them woods dear. You need to be inside.” She leaned forward in her chair and let her stomach loose. Remnants of last night’s dinner spilled out mostly missing the deck. She turned, watery eyed to her aunt, “I need to get back to bed, I don’t feel so good.”

Smoke In The Hillls

Sitting back watching the dogs run. Thinking how far life had taken him. Jamal had seen friends and family die. Worked hard to provide for his family and fought in a war. Too many years passed, sitting in this same place, gently rubbing the arm of his chair.  Sweat dripping from his glass of iced tea, Jamal let his mind slip back to a simpler time.

Rising like mist in the field, she was there. Her white summer dress flowed as she played with the pups. Blinking his eyes to fight back tears Jamal swallowed hard. Some memories brought emotional pain, but he feared forgetting her more. Looking at the dogs rooting around the yard gave Jamal the feeling that all was going to be OK.

The chime of the electronic phone pulled him back to the present. Letting out a deep breath he pushed himself up from his bench and slowly headed inside.  Stopping for a moment to absorb what couldn’t be real, a brief wisp of her perfume.  Jamal breathed in deeply and the scent mingled with the others in the room and was gone.  Left with aromas of coffee, bacon and cedar he answered the phone.

 

“Dad?” Jamal’s son Tony sounded concerned but also commanding, “The town started to evacuate the area. They say the fire is coming your way. Pack up I am on my way.”

 

“Just stop right there son. I already told you all. I ain’t going nowhere. This is where I belong. Here with your mother.” he stated flatly.

 

Trying to ignore his fathers wishes Tony continued, “Just pack. We will be there in the hour. We may not have much time once we get there.”

 

“Then turn your self around. I will be fine son.  Love you boy.” Click

 

Shaking his head he put down the phone. Tony was a good boy he thought. He was as strong willed as his mother.  That has served him well.  Beating odds in college and becoming the man his parents dreamed he could be.  Jamal thought the best thing would be to not to be here when or if he arrived. Tony would know where to find him.  The rituals Jamal shared with his beloved were well known to his son.  That tree had served them all well.  The old oak first served as a base for games, later as a marker when hiking and lastly as a romantic rendezvous.

 

Giving up on the iced tea, Jamal grabbed a bottle of water from the refrigerator. The air was getting thick with the smell of smoke.  He went outside and shut down the generator and closed the valve on his propane tank. Checking the gauge, he noticed the tank was nearly depleted. An evacuation valve was opened, better an empty tank, nothing to explode.  When Jamal let out a sharp whistle the dogs came over looking eager for a treat. With a wane smile he scratched each roughly behind the ears and began to walk toward the ancient oak that now served as her marker.  Beginning a familiar walk that had somehow become a stranger to feet.  Walking this path alone felt alien to Jamal.

 

He wanted this to be real again.  There she was in his mind’s eye, walking beside him, arms swinging freely, hand held lightly in his. Her eyes were the most piercing shade of green. Thinking back, he never met anyone who could say more with a look than her. Once he met her he didn’t want to. He belonged to her. In that there was no question. This time he didn’t blink away the tears and let them flow freely down his cheeks. The dogs, seeming to notice his distress, started to zig zag busily in front of him looking up, distracting his walk. The old man smiled and just let his mind go again.

It was five years since she had been taken from him. The lingering sadness never waned. Each morning he swore he could smell her perfume, mixing in whatever scent came. And he would always look to that tree. He could remember her walking out that night for a leisurely stroll alone. Walking toward the tree, knowing that he would join her shortly. It was their ritual born of habit, cloaked with comfort. Now he would walk again one last time.  Memories of that night came flooding back. That feeling of fear once again threatened to drown him. Where was she? He called her, “Adell?!” no answer. Crickets and tree frogs continued their song, unaware of his distress. Where had she gone? Jamal searched and called for her deep into the night. The first breaks of sunlight mocked him. Birds seemed to laugh at his confusion. No signs. No indication of her wandering. No tracks, human, bear, or mountain lion. Where had she gone? He returned to the oak and cried. At last seeking help, ‘professional’ men to do what he had done. ‘Official’ men to tell him what he already knew. As if now he was validated, now he could be sure, she was gone.

 

The smell of smoke was getting thicker in the air making it harder to breath. Once lush green and brown surroundings were now shrouded with gray. Stopping, he took a long drink of the water and sat heavily with his back to the ancient oak. The dogs settled by his feet, happy to be with him. His mind drifted again.  He remembered his youth; the first time he rode a bike, his first fight.  Things that were insignificant now he thought may in some way define him.

 

Coughing heavily the smoke was now all consuming. There was no up or down only the darkness of the smoke. He could feel the air being stolen by the beast that is fire. Suddenly the dogs began to bark. Crouching in front of him they focused on something he could not. Ears back, tails low the barking subsided to threatening guttural growls. Jamal leaned forward to focus on what was before him. The smoke began to burn his eyes and shorten his breath. On the edge of his vision a shaded light shone. Immediately the dogs became silent and their tails started wagging excitement.  The light became pronounced; cutting through the darkness as the choking smoke swirled away in retreat. A gentle figure approached holding out a hand. Through the haze he could see them. Piercing green eyes smiled at him, tears running freely. “Adell?” he whispered. She only nodded. The dogs jumped and ran to her. Paying them no mind she tilted her head slightly, ”I’ve missed you. We have to go.”

 

Jamal stood, slowly taking her hand and followed her into the light.

Lost and Found (second version extended)

She missed doing this. Laying on her back in the grass. The sensations brought back such strong memories for her. The slight breeze mingled around her bare feet, tickling her toes ever so slightly. The cold blades of grass pushing against the bare skin of her legs, arms, shoulders and neck sent tingling waves to her core. She belonged here with the earth. Breathing deeply she took it all in and let the memories flow like tears long withheld. She remembered running, barefoot playing tag, the joy and laughter of the chase. She thought back to days of slaying imaginary dragons and hunting make believe monsters. Raising one hand she wiped away tears. She was glad she was here alone where no one could see her. The world had moved on making the monsters of today all too real. ‘Which face will I wear today?’ she asked herself. A robin fluttered down, landing a few feet from her face.
She turned her head slowly to look at the wild bird. Grass tickled her cheek as she pressed to look. The robin stood there staring at her, blinking. Her breath caught when she made eye contact. The small bird looking at her gave off no sense of fear but instead a feeling of knowing. This bird had deep blue eyes. With a final blink the bird was gone, lifting into the air and to the trees.
“Aliese. Aliese where are you? We need to get started.” Her mother’s voice called from the back porch. Slowly she sat up, brushed herself off and began to walk toward the house.
#
The hunt was always a good time to lose yourself. You had a job to do and not being focused on the task could get you hurt or killed. Follow the rules, stay within your zone and everyone is covered. Since the world had changed, hunting was the primary source of meat. While strictly limited by the remaining government, Aliese’s family used everything they caught. Hunting in a group was more efficient but less fun. She longed for the times when she could go fishing alone and be one with her thoughts.
The puma had been stalking this herd for several days. He was an old cat and not as stealthy as he used to be, this made getting closer for a kill that much harder. Rough claws cut deep into the wood of an old tree. Ancient muscles pulled the old hunter to a heavy branch. He would lie in wait for the deer to come. If he didn’t eat soon he would die. That was his existence, time moved on.
Aliese saw the small buck first. Her eyes narrowed, breathing became shallow, and muscles tensed. She silently lifted her bow, drawing back the notched arrow, bringing the point to the target. “Turn,” she whispered. Almost on cue the buck turned looking in her direction. She had a perfect shot, broadside. Thwpp, the arrow was set free, striking solid in the side below the shoulder touching the buck’s heart. The hit sent the animal running, Aliese hot on it’s trail.
The big cat heard the hit, smelled the blood and could hear the chaos as the buck crashed through the woods. Heart pumping out the very life his wanted to save. The puma rose on the branch eyes searching. The buck came toward him, with a tastier treat coming behind. This would be his day; yes today he would eat well. Crouching preparing for the leap, the human would have to be first he thought, the other would die soon. His mighty legs released and the big cat was flying, teeth bared, claws extended, all focus on his target.
Aliese heard the branches breaking. Caught up in the thrill of the chase. She saw the buck stumble and fall just a few yards ahead of her. Then out of nowhere someone or something hit her square on her left shoulder. Dropping her bow she rolled instinctively with the force of the hit. Hitting the ground hard on her right, she tucked her chin and propelled her feet toward her head to continue the movement. Her legs made contact with the whatever had knocked her down and sent it sprawling to the side. The angry snarl registered immediately, it was a cat. Her hand grabbed fro a knife only to grab air. It must have been knocked away with the impact. Now she stood face to face with a cougar. She could see her bow and spilled arrows a few feet to her side. Breathing heavy her mind raced trying to weigh her options, that’s when she heard it.
The puma snarled, angry that he missed his first bite. But he knew he had her. Her body would not match his, not in strength, not in speed. The juices began to flow; he could already taste her blood. Yes he would eat well. Crouching low in the dirt he locked eyes with his prey. Steely confidence turned to fear and he knew he had her. A snarl, pounce, air rushing by, startled his world went black.
Aliese knew she couldn’t make it but she would try. It was as if the beast read her mind. Before she could make her first step the cat was in the air. She crossed her arms in front of her face, hoping to protect her throat and head. She heard it. The familiar thwwpp of an arrow. The steel tips singing as it cut the air. This one met her hunter mid-jump hard enough to change the course of the big cat’s flight. A second arrow followed the first taking the cat in the eye. Eyes wide Aliese’s gaze shifted from the downed animal to the trees from where the shots came. Then she saw it, movement. A shadow of a man had moved from a branch and faded into the mist. A tinge of anger touched her. ‘No, it couldn’t be him. Not here, not now.’ She thought fighting to remain composed. The hunting party was coming fast.
#
Time. Time heals all he was taught. Another lie to add to the list. He left his small settlement to hunt a few days ago. Part of him knew that they would not believe he went dry this long. His hunting outings usually lasted three days at most but he had to see for himself. Larson missed his friend. Being told by someone in his group that they thought they heard her voice in the woods a few months back stirred his interest.
In the time since the world moved on Larson had set him self up to survive. To make tracking the various herds of deer easier he created a network of ‘paths’ high in the trees. The woods were dense enough to help mask his scent and keep him hidden from view. This little trick assured him a kill almost every time out. Now he would use his network of tree trails to get close to where she might be. He knew her village hunted in groups so keeping invisible was important.
Larson saw the cat moving along the ground, sniffing. The puma was tracking deer most likely. This was a deer trail Larson had hunted himself. He sat waiting as the old cat climbed a tree just a few feet from his. The animal settled on a low branch and waited. Something stirred in Larson’s gut, an old feeling of dread. He moved quietly to get a better position should he need to shoot. He positioned the small but powerful bow and drew an arrow from the quiver attached to his left leg.
The woods stirred, and a small buck ran past the puma. Watching the crouched cat, Larson knew something was amiss. The cat let the wounded animal run past. He saw the pursuing hunter the same time as the cat. The stone gray animal launched itself toward the running girl. Larson drew back the notched arrow anticipating the path the big cat was taking. Keeping his eye on the animal as he released his shot, right hand dropping and re-notching another arrow. His vision drew tight on the cat’s head and the second arrow followed a lower path then the first. ‘Good’ he thought. Noticing the girl had dropped as the cat jumped making the puma miss a clean kill. Both shots hit their mark. The cat was not moving but she was looking, tracing the path of the unannounced darts. He had to move fast. From this distance he couldn’t be sure the girl was Aliese. The risk of being seen was too great. Stepping back and climbing up into the cover of the foliage.
That was too close. He could hear the rest of the hunting party approach, shouting and crashing through the trees. Their words were muffled from up here. She was safe. Time to move on and bring some needed meat back to his village. Larson cursed his fate lost in wonder.
He knew there was another small herd a half-mile away. Time to collect a quick kill and head back to his own village. The small adventure left him in a sour mood overall.
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The village was in full swing of celebration. The deer and puma would provide ample food for a while. Aliese smiled and laughed along with everyone. She accepted the good-natured slaps on the shoulder, the constant praise. The kills had raised her status among the hunters in the village. She would no longer be just another member in the group. This is what she wanted, to impress everyone, to show that she was different, special in some way. Aliese wanted to be a leader and wanted the normal life as well. This was not how she expected to get there.
The smoke coming from the butchering hut called her. She knew her father was in there, skinning and prepping the fresh kills. Her stomach churned in protest while she made her way to the large barn sized doors. The smells of smoke and blood mingled in the air here teasing the senses. Aliese stepped from the overcast damp world into the smoky darkness. Cedar smoke stinging her eyes and filling her lungs, the fires cast shadows and light. Slowly her father came into focus, he was skinning the big cat while it hung upside down from the rafters.
“Was wondering how long it would take you to get here.” He said, stopping and turning to look at he daughter. He sighed, as if seeing for the first time how small she was, still but a girl in his eyes. He reached toward the cutting table and held out two arrows. Aliese’s eyes dropped to the floor against her will.
“What do you know about these? They are not yours and definitely don’t come from this village. Everything is wrong about them. Who was there girl?” His voice harder than he wanted, fear masked as anger.
“I….I don’t know. I didn’t see anyone. The puma jumped and was ready to pounce again then it just happened. The shots came from the trees. When I looked I couldn’t find anyone.” Aliese’s voice stayed steady. She raised her eyes to meet her father’s.
“We have to careful. These could have been meant for you. Maybe another village or the ‘free riders’ coming sending some message….” Father said eyes searching her face for some answer. Worry creeping into the wrinkles around his eyes.
“No. If the whoever wanted to get me there was plenty of opportunity. Whoever fired those saved me papa.” Aliese choked bad sobs recognizing the concern and love in her father’s eyes. Another thing she had long forgotten and now longed for more than ever.
His eyes hardened. “Then no one must know of this.” Turning he dropped the arrows into the fire. They seemed to sit there, immune to the flames for several moments. Both Aliese and her father stared until finally the heat and coals won the battle and the stems of the arrows folded.
“Get your knife and start skinning your deer. I have to get this cat skin ready for tomorrow. It will be expected that you wear this.