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Re: THE ZENA SCROLLS: CHAPTER II



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BhenRudha
(1/24/03 2:35 am)

Stealing Wind

As her body struggled along the ground, Bhen Rudha’s mind called out over the shrieking wind, *Sisters!*

*We are trying to make it to you, do not fear for us,* came Witch’s steady reply.

Shortly thereafter, the priestess felt the sting of claws in her back through her tunic. Then another set closer to her shoulder and finally at her belt. Relief lent her arms strength as she stretched, chopped, dragged, and waited in the odd crawl she was forced into by the storm.

*How in the name of the Morrigu can we defeat this?* she asked without really expecting an answer. An uprooted tree was braced by a stump and Bhen Rudha wedged herself close to the wood, huddling her ravens in front of her. She watched Phalon tuck next to the fallen tree and start to help the others.

*If you could steal her power over the wind, you could make it stop,* Witch replied, ruffling her feathers in a vain attempt to not get soaked.

*I would need her name for that, would I not?* the priestess answered with an inward sigh. *And knowing her given name is Xendra just is not enough.*

*You and Witch could search,* Warrior added, making clear her displeasure by cawing loudly.

*We could be at it for hours,* said Witch.

:I believe I can help with that,: came suddenly a deep voice in the language of animals.

Memory sparked, and the priestess smiled inwardly, *Montara.*

*Wolf-brother, how is it that I feel you near, yet I cannot find you?* Witch asked by way of greeting. The raven stared at Blackwolf, amber eyes lambent even in the rain. Bhen Rudha noted that the woman was forcing herself not to look away, and was puzzled again by the strange relationship that must exist.

There was humor in his answer, :An ancient bond has been finally mended. But there are more important matters to tend to. My sisterself shared a boat with Xendra, and from that point, I believe we can find the name you need more quickly.:

*We are indebted to you, Wolf-brother,* Witch said, looking from Blackwolf to Bhen Rudha and back again.

:I have stake in this as well, there is no debt. Let us work.:

Without waiting for an answer, Montara called up Blackwolf’s memory of the storm at sea. Witch quickly joined herself and the priestess in the vision.

Panicked, Xendra stood up, desperate to see what happened to Puella. Blackwolf warned, "Sit down, or you'll sink us all!"

Xendra looked about to ignore her suggestion and jump in the water after Puella when she saw one of Puella's hands coming up over the side, pushing herself up into the small boat.

It was clear that Xendra cared deeply for the other woman, so it did not come as a surprise when Witch exclaimed, *Puella is the connection!* With a clearer start point, the raven turned her considerable gift toward finding the moment Xendra revealed her name.

Bits and pieces of the recent past came and went in the vision, so quickly that Bhen Rudha did not try to make sense of any of them. Just when she thought that perhaps Witch was chasing after nothing, an inn room came into focus and she saw Xendra laugh softly and say to Puella,

“After my mother and grandmother’s brutal deaths I added their given names to my own, along with the first three letters of my great-grandmothers last name to honor them . . .”

Before she could think to ask, Witch sent the names searing through Bhen Rudha’s mind. Sparing only a brief thank you to her ravens and Montara, she had to trust that the others were anchored and took a moment to focus her will.

Armed with the names Witch had uncovered, the priestess forced herself to her feet, wedged tightly between the stump and the uprooted tree. A bolt of lightening ripped from the heavens as she thrust her arms into the air and screamed the name three times over. The syllables were lost in the noise of the storm, but those sensitive could feel a gathering of power, a spark in the air that did not belong to what Xendra had tossed at them.

As she said the name for the third time, an unnatural silence fell over the area. Wind and rain continued to lash at the shivering group, but they could suddenly hear Xendra’s maniacal laughter and the magic-laden words that Bhen Rudha intoned with tense deliberation.

“Thrice I be namin’ ye. Thrice I be claimin’ ye. Yer powers o’er tha wind now be belongin’ ta me.”

A shriek shattered the air, and as quickly as the storm had risen it died, leaving the battlefield sodden and overcast.

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BhenRudha
(1/24/03 2:54 am)

Aftershock

Bhen Rudha grit her teeth as powers not meant for mortal minds coursed through her. She slumped against the rough wood behind her and tried to catch her breath. The trio of ravens cradled the priestess’ will within their own, to give what little help they could to keep the power from overwhelming her.

“What in the name of Hades was that?” Evergreen asked into the new, clean silence.

“Be Xendra. She be nae pleased ta be ha’in’ a measure o’ her power bein’ stolen, aye?” the accented Greek words were even thicker because of her preoccupation.

Zena gained her feet, sheathing the sword of Artemis, “Aye . . . yes . . . whatever! What I want to know, is how you did that.”

Hopping first to the stump, then to her shoulder, the crimson-eyed raven pressed herself close to Bhen Rudha’s head. The amber-eyed raven hopped up to her other shoulder, and the black-eyed raven perched upon the deadfall and was picked up. The priestess seemed to draw strength from the contact, through her face was quickly losing its color. It took a moment before she replied to Zena’s question, “I dinnae be ha’in’ time ta be after tellin’ ye a story. Ye need ta be after decidin’ ta be attackin’ or be retreatin’. I canne be holdin’ tha winds fer verra lon’.”

Mollified, if not satisfied, Zena turned to Evergreen to begin taking a head count and laying plans. A pounding began behind Bhen Rudha’s eyes and she groaned softly.

*Give the power away, Sister,* Widow said gently.

*So that she could claim it again?* the priestess asked.

*No, she cannot grab for it while you lay claim to her name,* came the reply.

*I do not know if I can . . .*

“Red, are you all right?” Phalon asked, breaking into the silent conversation. She stared worriedly at how rapidly the Celtic woman seemed to sicken. Hollows appeared beneath the amber-green eyes, and her skin whitened by the moment. Reaching out to somehow help the other woman, Phalon stopped when the large, black-eyed raven moved to strike her hand.

“Dinnae be touchin’ me. I cannae be protectin’ ye from me past. There be nae thought ta be spared fer it when I be holdin’ tha whole o’ tha sky inside me, aye?”

Her words stopped whatever conversations were going on and the entire group stared at the priestess, unsure how to respond to such a claim. The tableau remained for a long moment, while in the clearing, Xendra struggled with the sudden and irreparable theft.



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Re: THE ZENA SCROLLS: CHAPTER II



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Zena 1
(1/24/03 7:04 pm)

Gone With The Wind

At the uprooted tree Black Wolf gained a hold on a limb and Zena saw that she was anchored. With one mighty pull at Evergreen’s tunic the two were nestled against the smooth bark and sheltered from the wind. It was difficult to breath but they kept their faces down and huddled closer together with the stump at their backs. Zena pulled the sword of Artemis from it’s sheath and drove it through the tree giving them an eerie light by which to see each other. Fighting for a hold on the roots Red stood and shouted into the storm, and although the sound was lost to Zena’s ears she felt an energy rising in her chest. A powerful feeling of hope and triumph ran through her whole body and just as she thought she could rise up herself and shatter Xendra, the rain and the wind halted. For a moment everyone stayed in place, muscles taut and breathing suspended. Then they relaxed and sat heavily on the ground panting and laughing at the same time.

“What in the name of Hades was that?” Evergreen asked into the new, clean silence.

“Be Xendra. She be nae pleased ta be ha’in’ a measure o’ her power bein’ stolen, aye?” They all strained to interpret the words Bhen Rudha spoke.

Zena gained her feet, sheathing the sword of Artemis, “Aye . . . yes . . . whatever! What I want to know, is how you did that.”

“I dinnae be ha’in’ time ta be after tellin’ ye a story. Ye need ta be after decidin’ ta be attackin’ or be retreatin’. I canne be holdin’ tha winds fer verra lon’.” Zena raised an eyebrow at the curt reply but realized quickly that Red was giving all her energy to the task of holding down Xendra. Phalon reached for her with the instinct of a healer but one of the ravens drove her back. “They know,” Zena thought, “they know she can connect with others by touch.” Zena knelt beside the warrior and carefully and slowly laid the tips of her fingers on Red’s wrist. “Dinnae be touchin’ me. I cannae be protectin’ ye from me past. There be nae thought ta be spared fer it when I be holdin’ tha whole o’ tha sky inside me, aye?” “I am safe Red. Do you understand? I am not like Phalon.” Zena met Red’s gaze and held it with her own. There was a power in her fingertips that was different from Phalon and the power increased as Evergreen joined them and laid her hand on Zena’s back. Black Wolf bent over the group and rested a hand on Evergreen’s shoulder and the power increased again.
Red nodded. She understood bond. Slowly the color returned to her face and she pondered the connections she had discovered.

The unnatural silence was abruptly broken by human cries and the sound of a splash. The voice was familiar, it was Leara. Evergreen looked up startled and Zena watched her face change.

“Let’s press this advantage. If Red can hold her in check I’m going to try and get close while she’s weak. Maybe she still knows me. Phalon, Black Wolf head for the trees and thread in behind her if you can. Watch for my signal to move.” Zena turned to Evergreen. “You better see what is going on with Leara.” Evergreen frowned and looked undecided. “Go. Hurry. Bring her back here, we need everyone in this.” Zena nodded to Red and swung her legs over the dead tree. She dropped to the soil and began to creep slowly and quietly toward across the open field using whatever cover had not been blown away. Only once did she look over her shoulder at Evergreen’s retreating back and thought, “Is blood thicker than water?”

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EvergreenLM
(1/25/03 7:46 am)

My Sister's Keeper

Just as quickly as the raging storm scattered the small band of warriors over the landscape, it ended. But how? What force has beaten Xendra’s challenge and held it at bay? Evergreen shot Zena an incredulous look as the realization that the Red woman had power over the fury.

The taller warrior nodded an unspoken understanding of her friend’s look and moved to where Red was locked in a singular battle with the conduit of evil. Red looked up at Zena with depth of her struggle clearly emanating from green eyes filled with battle lust as deep crimson as the blood matted hair on her head.

Zena met Red’s gaze and held it with her own. There was a power in her fingertips that was different from Phalon and the power increased as Evergreen joined them and laid her hand on Zena’s back. Black Wolf bent over the group and rested a hand on Evergreen’s shoulder and the power increased again.

As Evergreen’s hand connected with Zena’s back, strange and unfamiliar words came crashing into her mind and without thought as to what she was uttering, “Ta’ mi’ duioch diot as do chi’namh. Na’r lagai’ dia do la’mh” came rolling out of a Greek mouth. Red’s reaction was as instantaneous as Zena’s Oh no, now what are you doing look flashed at the owner of the hand on her back.

Evergreen just shrugged with a sheepish, beats me.

Phalon smiled at the warriors linked in a common bond of energy. “She said she was grateful for Red’s help and hoped that whatever god giving her strength would not weaken her hand.”

Red nodded. She understood bond. Slowly the color returned to her face and she pondered the connections she had discovered. The band of women reveling in their renewed alliance, maintained the touch, one to the other, without speaking. No one wanted to break the human link as the energy surge grew as the bond deepened. But it was not to last.

The unnatural silence was abruptly broken by human cries and the sound of a splash. The voice was familiar, it was Leara. Evergreen looked up startled and Zena watched her face change.

Zena turned to Evergreen. “You better see what is going on with Leara.” Evergreen frowned and looked undecided. “Go. Hurry. Bring her back here, we need everyone in this.”

Evergreen looked into the depths of her friend’s eyes and saw it there. She knows! By the gods, she knows!

Evergreen felt the always abiding kinship with this friend who was letting go, perhaps giving up a part of her heart to make room for another who was linked by blood and needed her sister.

The smaller warrior cocked her head to one side. Looked down to the ground and back up again as her eyes locked on her gentle friend. And from an unguarded moment only the two understood, a softly said, “thank you” passed between friends. Evergreen removed her hand from Zena’s back, spun around, and walked away as she drew her sword.

Oh gods, is someone ever in trouble now. Zena smiled as she watched her friend’s defiant walk, with sword held high, as she moved towards the sound of the screaming with a focused sense of purpose to reclaim her past.

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"It is What it Is"

Edited by: EvergreenLM at: 1/25/03 5:07:36 pm

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QGrrlPower
(1/25/03 1:57 pm)

Anyone miss me?

Puella sat against the tree staring into the stone of my necklace as it glowed. My mind focusing on how to gather my friends and sisters together to battle against the evil that has taken over my closest companion, Xendra. All I could focus on was how to banish the evil presence without killing my friend. As I placed the necklace back around my neck I lay my head back and fell into a deep sleep.

I awoke to the shout of Zena as she ran into the woods, sword in hand. I have not managed to grasp the solution to my problem. Sitting up I watch as the fire went out. Xendra is still in there, or else she would not have left her staff for me to discover. As I reach over and run my hands across it. Hmm seems that I need to shed a little light on Xendra, show her that her sacrifice is not necessary. We can defeat this without losing anyone.

I have no idea how much time has passed as I sit here. The wind picked up as I sat and it seemed as if all the elements were in chaos. My ears rang of thunder and my heartbeat, as my focus intensified. Suddenly the familiar sound of Zena’s battle cry fills my ears…I stood and grabbed Ares sword and sheathed it to my back…then grabbed Xendra’s staff in my hand and began to head in the direction of the battle.

As I ran through the woods I was suddenly stopped by the cry of Leara. I turned towards the swamp to see her in a battle over the trident with a swamp creature. Oh goodness I think, we don’t have time for battles with every creature that seeks the powers of the weapons we wield. She does not need the weapon to succeed, but a weapon of the gods is still a power in which evil should not possess.

I pulled the sword of Ares from the sheath and walked to Leara’s side. Leaning out towards the creature I watched as it moved with such glee to have possession of the weapon. It spun around and around, I watched as the evil essence in the murk stirred around, slowly solidifying into ice. “Brrr…So Leara you like the cold? I find it refreshing, and besides a solid creature can be damaged.” I smiled as I watched the arm that held the trident solidified and a firm hand seemed to wield the weapon. With a slash of my Ares sword the arm holding the trident shattered and it fell toward the surface. “Quick grab it before another part of the evil essence can retain it!” Leara jumped and slid across the ice catching the trident in her hands.

Turning our heads as we hear the sound of warriors approaching…It is about time we were all together again…

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Leara
(1/25/03 3:52 pm)

Have a Drink on me

I felt pity for the creature as I feel the evil in my nature. I know that with out the love and patient guidance from my adoptive Amazon mother and the families I had lived among, this creature could be me.

Nothing like a little help from my friends Puella comes to my aid and quickly releases the trident from its grasp. I hurry to scoop it up and keep it safe from the next Evil minion that might try to steal it away. Others are approaching hopefully it will be the rest of our companions perhaps I can get done what I came to do before they arrive.

As the creature tried to use the Trident for Evil I will give it a go for good. I focused my mind on all the good things in my life closing my eyes that I might better see them I stuck the Trident into the waters.

Fishing in the spring after the first thaw.
Running through the trees in the middle of summer.
Sleeping out under the stars....

I thought of those I loved and how many had taught me many things even when I was not really paying attention. I loved the way Theos my brother used to read my mind and how that the measure of love is in what you are willing to give for it. A strange thought next came to me the love that was shown to me by the one I had thought an enemy. Xendra diving over board to save my hide despite the contempt I had for her. Love rose above all the things that try to stand in it's way.

The waters of the pool near the head of the strream that ran through the swamp were now clear. The change began to steadily move as it flowed forth across the land. Clarity is quite a gift as I finally understand and see past much of the bitterness and hate of my life love has the power to change anything if allowed. Then again maybe some of that freeze went straight to me brain.... Not much time to ponder that thought as we really needed to regroup and reclaim the real Xendra.

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Zena 1
(1/26/03 4:10 pm)

Playing Chess

“YES! Now that was a battle. Guts, gore, dismemberment, a tribute to ME.” Ares grin had no room on his face to get any wider. “I told you Sis, they’d be ready when the time came.” He clapped Elainis on the back and she scowled.

Athena was still cool and unconvinced that the humans had the power needed to best the Evil. “That may be so Ares, but the Evil is not gone, just recharging. It will take more than one small victorious battle to win this conflict.” She folded her arms and surveyed the field below them. “They split up their group, not knowing that together they are more powerful, and they do not use their divine weapons to their fullest potential. There is also the matter of this strange new warrior. I feel no connection to her, it is as if she does not exist. Perhaps she is an illusion brought about by the Evil.” Athena turned to face Ares, “Go down and see what she is and what is her origin.”

“I don’t take orders from you.” He watched as Evergreen left Zena and Zena took to the field. Phalon and Black Wolf entered the forest and Puella was busy with Leara.
Red was now alone and exhausted behind the tree. “I think I’ll go down and see what she is and what is her origin.” He snapped his fingers and disappeared in a cloud of sparks, missing Athena’s smirk behind him.

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phalon1
(1/27/03 10:17 pm)

The Tail of Little Dog

Little Gabbyfan sat beneath the tree feeling dejected. Why was she always getting into trouble with Zena? Didn’t her mother understand all she was doing was trying to help? Why was she always treated like a child? She leaned her head back against the tree, hot tears streaming down her face, and watched the others planning what they would do next. She felt totally alone and left out. She was tempted to creep closer to the gathering and eavesdrop on their plans. Who would know? She still wore the helmet of invisibility.

Zena would know, that’s who. She saw her mother glance over to where she was sitting every now and then, seemingly making sure she stayed put. Gabbyfan let out a small giggle through her sobs at the thought of Zena checking on her. Only a mother could keep track of an invisible child. Only a mother would know. She dared not move for fear of disappointing her again.

Little Gabbyfan closed her eyes and calmed herself. She would just have to try harder, she told herself, determined in this resolution. Do what she was told in order to get back in Zena’s good graces. It couldn’t be that hard to do, could it, thought the strong willed young woman. She felt the breeze on her face start to dry her tears and began to feel better.

The breeze grew harsher and colder and little bits of debris from the forest floor rose and stung Gabbyfan’s cheeks. She opened her eyes and saw Xendra standing in the clearing. Litter from the battle – little bits of slain creature and blood – began to swirl at her feet. Faster and faster it spun and it began to rise up Xendra’s body. Soon she was completely engulfed in the whirlwind. Suddenly, Xendra’s hands sprang from the top of the funnel and the full gale force wind of Evil was unleashed on the gathering of women.

Little Gabbyfan braced herself against the tree, using it as an anchor to avoid being swept away by the wind. Again tears filled her eyes, not from emotion this time, but from the lashes of brutal wind. She peered through slitted eyes searching for Zena and the others. Over there! She saw them struggling to get to safety, to find shelter against the storm. Did they plan on just leaving her here to face this element alone? All thoughts of staying put against this tree left her and she lunged for the tail end of the human chain the women had made. Even a tongue lashing from Zena was better than the beating she was taking from the wind and debris flying at her.

If she had just lunged a second earlier, leapt a bit farther, the falling tree branch would have missed her. As bad luck would have it though, the branch hit her across her outstretched arms. She was not hurt, for it was not a particularly large branch, but the blow was just enough to make her grasp miss Zena as she crawled past. Damn, this helmet! Nobody ever saw her try to reach them. “Zeeeennnnnna!” Her voice was lost in the howl of the storm. She saw Zena glance once more to the spot under the tree where Gabbyfan was suppose to be. The look of pain and concern on her face made Gabbyfan’s heart ache. She tried desperately to reach again for her mother, but a gust of wind slammed her back against the ground.

Crawling on her belly now, she inched herself in the direction she thought the others had taken. Blinded by swirling dirt and leaves she was unable see, and had lost sight of them. She was alone now.

“Gabbyfan! Gabbyfan, over here!” said a voice she did not recognize. A man’s voice, seeming to come from inside her own head.

“Gabbyfan, grab hold. I’ll lead you to safety.”

Little Gabbyfan laid there, her face turned away from the wind. What stranger out here, in the mist of a storm, would know here name! She couldn’t see him, let alone trust him. Another limb came crashing down from above, narrowly missing her. She couldn’t stay out here in the open either. That was for sure.

She turned her head once again towards the direction she was crawling and met nose to nose with a tiny beast. Little Dog! “Rowf! Rowf!” “Hold on tight, I’ll guide you.” Uh, okay, she thought, I’ll follow the talking dog. What’ve I got to loose? She grabbed hold of his tail and with him leading the way, together they crawled across the forest floor, and nestled themselves into a small crevice between two boulders, safely out of the wind.

Little Gabbyfan, completely worn from the ordeal, stared at the small dog. “Did…did you speak to me, or was I hearing things in the wind?” Little Dog cocked his head to one side quizzically. “Arf?” “Oh, nevermind”, she said, scratching her savior behind the ears. Inside, Icthyus smiled and left Little Dog to be Little Dog once again. The two wayward friends settled in to ride out the storm.



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1 Xwpfan
(1/28/03 9:18 pm)

The winds of War..they are a changing...

With a momentus show of energy and brute power Xendra unleashed a fury of wind and rain, uprooting whatever stood in its path- Xendra laughed witth sheer delight as the small band of Amazons were torn asunder.

However, Xendra's delight was all too short lived,as Xendra tried to increase the force and direction of the wind that swirled and raged about..something was usurping her control... it was becoming harder and harder to summon and command the pure power of the winds and rain.

At the instant Xendra sensed something was woefully wrong, the control over the wind was ripped from her command.

Xendra found it devasting and relieving all at the same time, controlling the winds used so much of her bodies energy and yet gave so much power...power to conquer those she once loved.

Xendra slumped to the ground exhausted. Xendra sat there motionless carefully observing the small band as they were trying desperately to regroup. For a mere heartbeat Xendra felt something for this little rag tag group. Something strangley familar stirred within but as soon as she closed her eyes the black ooze reached her and the evil forces with in her resurged...stronger than ever.

Xendra instantly regrouped.Never removing her gaze from the Amazons Xendra pushed her self up off the ground.Once upright Xendra quickly steadied her composure.

Xendra could feel the Amazons, their hatred ,their anger,their mistrust and even some blood lust. Their emotions were poring into Xendra fueling the EVIL within her.

A surge of Anger and hatered raged within Xendra, churning up every ugly emotion ever known to man or beast.
A twisted cocktail of emotions burned within Xendra,pride jealousy,envy , avarice, greed,hate, betrayal, prejudice,and unquenchable blood lust.

Xendra 's eyes now burned with a new venemous hate...with her regained strength she felt invincible.

Evil whipspered to her "surely now the Amazons will fall down and worship YOU or You will have no choice but to vanquish those pesky Amazons.

Xendras face turned from that of puzzlement to bemusement .A maliously evil and wicked smile formed on Xendra's lips as she entertained the idea of dealing with them.

Xendra focused her powers and in her minds eye could see that the others were advancing, trying to join with their sisters..

Xendra knew above all else she could not let them regroup, she could and Would not let them regroup and come to understand the power they could weild with unity and love.

Xendra would destroy those seeking her to do her harm!

Xendra let out a series of ephitets and then barked orders to the earth below:"You can harness the wind but can you steady the ground beneath you as well?!!!"

Xendra shouted" Let the ground beneath them tremble and shake! I command that the plates shift and the middle of the earth spew its molten messes, let the sands beneath their feet betray them, and let great holes and chasms be formed separating them.

As she spoke the earth rumbled and shook, far reaching Earthquakes rumbled along,mudslidesand avalanches both appeared out of nowhere,sink holes enveloped the grounds swallowing homes. trees,animals and people,without warning landslides covered entire villages,volcanoes spewed forth lava engulfing entire poplulations, the skies filled with darkness and ash.

Xendra amused with her own power and creativity stood in abject disbelief when she saw the tiny band of Amazons had survived and were ploting on how to still advance towards her.

It was obvious they had not yet surrendered.
Xendra became aware of movement towards her and behind her.

Xendra was about to send fire raining upon their heads when her senses told of Puella's nearing presence... for the first time in a long time Xendra could feel Puella ....though Puella remained some distance away.

Edited by: 1 Xwpfan at: 1/30/03 4:42:05 pm

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EvergreenLM
(1/29/03 8:56 pm)

Love Speaks It's Name

With Leara safely out of harms way, Evergreen began her retreat back to where she had last left her friends. As she pushed her way through the brush towards the clearing strewn with remnants of the last confrontation, an indiscernible movement caused her to loose her footing.

Dropping to one knee, bracing her fall with her hand, a second movement, stronger and definitely felt, rattled the ground below her. By the gods, what’s this?

The earth began to creak and groan. A rumbling from below grew in intensity. Pinecones rained down from above as the trees shook their branches in response to an unseen force welling up from beneath their deep roots.

The small warrior attempted to stand, but was quickly flung to the ground as her feet could not regain a steady hold to where they were planted. Evergreen reached out and grabbed the base of a small tree steadying herself from being knocked about.

Rocks came tumbling across an opening in the tree line requiring that the prone woman deftly roll to the right to avoid being crushed like wheat on a grinding stone.

Xendra! By the gods, is there no end, no weapon, no person, no force, that can subdue her?

A whisper, barely audible, sang on the rising wind.

"Eveeergreeennn…why are you looking for a weapon? You think like a warrior. Think like the spirit that resides in the earth, in the heavens above, and the water that gives all life. What binds the soul, what binds the soul, what binds the soul…?”

“Who is speaking my name? Show yourself! Who speaks!?”

Silence, but for the whistling wind.

A riddle is not what I need. By the gods, what I need is to run without thought straight at the heart of Xendra and… pause of recognition …yes, that IS it…straight at the heart of her! Can a war be won by Love alone?

And the wind answered back, “Yes, I am Love, and I speak my name…I speak your name.”

Evergreen rose up on steady knees, pushed against her sword with blade piercing the ground, and with her free hand, pulled up on the small tree until she again was upright. Regaining her balance, she slashed the air with her sword, brought the blood stained blade to eye level, and with a mighty heave and a shout, shot it like an arrow into the forest.

What binds the soul can win a war…

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"It is What it Is"

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gabbyfan4ever
(1/30/03 9:57 pm)

Standing on Shakey Ground

Gabbyfan huddled close to the ball of fur that had gotten her to safety just when she had felt positive she wouldn't make it on her own. The young girl mused over all the things this little dog had been through with her and all her sisters, and just what kind of a story it would tell if given the chance.

"But dogs can't talk, right?", Gabby asked herself. She shook her head and thought, "Well then I must be going crazy because I swear I heard this dog talk to me."

Gabby had become numb to the stinging rain on her face, and the burning wind across her cheeks. Thus, she was startled when suddenly the storm ceased at once, and altogether. Not knowing just how long this lapse of weather would last, Gabby got up and seized her chance to find Zena and the others.

"I'll do just what I'm told this time.", Gabby told herself. "That will make up for disappointing Zena before, I know it. I just have to try my hardest."

Surveying the area, Gabby spotted her fellow amazons in the far distance. The girl was off in an instant, with the helmet strapped across her back and little dog at her heels. She wasn't even halfway there before she felt the ground start to shake underneath her. Gabby quickened her pace so she might reach her family before things got worse, but instead ended up falling flat on her face when the rumble became an all-out earthquake.

Gabby managed to get up to her knees, but couldn't stand fully. Turning her head around, she saw poor little dog getting jostled and thrown around like a doll. Gabby was not doing much better herself, but was determined to get herself and little dog to safety. He had done the same for her, and she cared deeply for the dog. The young girl scooped the furry ball in one arm, and began her three legged crawl towards the others. It was very slow going, with Gabby being thrown down against sharp rocks and narrowly escaping being crushed several times. Tightening her will, she kept her eyes on her goal and would get up after every painstaking fall, and continued her seemingly endless trek.

Gabby was bleeding from several gashes, and although not seriously injured, was losing strength by the minute. Everywhere she crawled the ground seemed to open up before her, almost like it wanted to claim her life. However, after finally seeing Zena and the others so close, Gabby braced herself and little dog for one final run straight towards her family.

By luck,fate, or sheer determination, the young girl made it through all obstacles in her way, and half ran half collapsed in the arms of her mother. Though exhausted, and more than a little cut up, she knew she would be fine now, it was the undestroyable sense of safety a child has when they're with their mother. Deeper down, something told her they would all be ok, if they could just be together.



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QGrrlPower
(1/31/03 5:12 pm)

Searching for my friend

Standing steady and with a look of sheer determination on her face Puella watched as Evergreen raced back into the forest towards her family…

The sword of Ares has been sheathed once again and Leara is in control of her weapon. I lean down and pick up the staff, which I have become accustomed to carrying…I twirl it in circular motions…moving it from side to side…concentrating on my surroundings…the sounds, the sights, and in this case the lack of both…It seems that this place has become quiet…deadly quiet in the last few moments. As I move the staff swiftly from side to side, the whistling it creates gives me something to focus on…The sound grows louder and more shrill, the faster I twirl…right…left…right…left…

I breathe deeply and focus on my friend, my companion, the one person I have connected with beyond words, beyond our differences. Finding in each other the love that each person in the world attempts to find, the love that makes you a better person for experiencing it. In those thoughts I see a battle plan…How simple it seems…I abruptly stop moving the staff…the whistling sound it created ceased but the echo in my mind, remained…Slowly a grin appears on my face…

I look to Leara, “So are you ready for this? Prepared to fight what is perceived as pure evil?” She nods her head as she examines the trident. Slowly I begin to walk in the direction that Evergreen set off. My pace quickens as the connection I feel with Xendra grows stronger…

Dodging the shrubs and trees as I run through the forest, the branches often cutting into my skin...I can sense her growing closer…Suddenly a great shaking of the earth began. Causing me to slow to a pace to avoid the falling debris and the cracks in the ground as they open up. It seems that this evil is doing its best to keep us separated…It fears us together. My pace is steady, looking behind me every now and again to see how Leara is faring. Knowing she is a capable warrior in her own right, I do not slow my pace, but continue on. Growing closer to my friend…her body may be possessed by evil, but somewhere deep inside she is still there…I must get to her, for only she can defeat the one which controls her.

I run as fast as I safely can. My mind filled with the memories that I always hoped would come to me…to comfort me. To my surprise they were not memories of childhood or a mother’s love…But memories in which I have forged with these powerful women…these Warriors and Amazons…With them I have learned the meaning of friendship, loyalty and love.

Moving towards Xendra…I can feel her…her strength is fading but she is there, deep within herself. I reach a clearing, my eyes seeing the friend that I have felt grow closer with each step. Standing there in her presence, I watched as the all consuming power that encompassed her seemed to fade for just a moment…just enough for me to see my friend…feel my friend…”Xendra…Xendra…XENDRA”

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Zena 1
(1/31/03 5:59 pm)

Ciffhanger (pun intended)

Evergreen had only been gone for a few moments and Zena had advanced but a few yards when the shaking began. It was like the shifting and trembling that used to happen in the village when the mountain near Zena’s childhood home shot fire into the air. The elders had always said that when this happened you should lie down on the ground and ride the earth like a horse that was trying to shake it’s rider from it’s back. So Zena threw herself at the ground and stayed low not sure which in which direction she should crawl; but catching a glimpse of Xendra once again crowing triumphantly she knew that the source of the earthquake must be her, and that she had to be subdued. Her course was set for Xendra and she headed toward her.

The falling ash obscured the landmarks and huge fissures opened and then slammed closed around her. At one point she was on an earthen island surrounded by a bottomless opening and then with a deafening crack the ground healed and she could advance again over solid earth. “Got to keep my hands out of there”, Zena reminded herself. Then, from out of this chaos, almost as if they had dropped from the sky, Gabby and Little Dog rolled against Zena’s body. Instinctively she wrapped her arm around them both and held them to her side. How good it was to feel them in the the middle of the terror! Even if she could have been heard above the explosion of boulders and the crack of splintering trees Zena had no heart to lecture Gabby on the use of the helmet which was hanging on her back, or the fact that once again she had not stayed where she had been told to stay. She sheltered her daughter, as any mother would, with her own body and looked around anxiously for a safe corner in which they could hide. Then she saw that around Xendra the earth was whole and although the quaking eminated from her, she herself was not effected by it. Pulling Gabby with her she continued her crab-like scramble toward the strange figure that was once their friend, Xendra.

Xendra had become distracted with the possibility that someone she had once cared for was near. With this preoccupation the quaking lessoned and there was a slight lull in the tempest. She was craning her neck toward the crushed forest when a movement nearly at her feet brought her back to the battlefield. Two of the humans and a small mammal were approaching her and measuring their intent by the standard of her own she feared their arrival. With a roar that again shook the ground, she sent a bolt of energy through the earth and a fissure opened between mother and daughter. Zena was closest to the edge and slid into it before Gabby could even reach toward her. When the dust blew back Gabby could see her mother’s fingertips clinging to the lip of the crack. Again and again Zena tried to lift herself up, clawing tracks with her fingers into the earth. Stones hit her face and grit blinded her as she pulled her leg upward, trying to get her knee onto the ground above. Each time the earth would tremble and she would fall in again, swinging by the smallest fraction of soil above the route to Tautarus. Gabby crawled forward and reached for Zena but Zena shouted up to her, “Stay back. I’m ordering you! You’ll fall in too!” Gabby never hesitated or thought about the promises she had made to herself to follow orders from now on. She leaned out as far as she could and grabbing her mother’s forarms held tight to her.

“Let go of me. Please!”
“No. Punish me later!”
“I swear I will, if I’m not dead!!!”

There they lay, balanced precariously over the brink of the bottomless crack, unable to move and waiting for some solution to their dilemma.

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(2/6/03 4:20 pm)

Aftershock II

“I am safe Red. Do you understand? I am not like Phalon,” Zena said slowly, carefully. She watched the amber-green eyes for signs of understanding.

The priestess blinked, first at the apparent name Zena used, second at the portent of her words. They knew about the kenning sense. The dark haired woman touched her wrist, sending a jolt up her arm. With the contact the burden of power lessened slightly. Bhen Rudha had a new source of strength to call upon.

The shock of contact also brought impressions and scents from the women as each added their touch to the growing web of connection. From Zena she could taste the sea, the sweet breeze over perfect waters, and the fading image of a blue skinned woman. Evergreen smelled of her namesake, leaving the impression of a huge, ancient tower of a tree, mighty to behold, though it was perpetually dusk beneath its branches.

The howling that accompanied Blackwolf’s touch was not surprising, nor was the rich scents of the primaeval forest. When Phalon finally brushed Blackwolf’s arm, the priestess got the impression of a clear mountain lake, where the bottom could be seen, except at the center where the waters were the deepest.

For those sensitive to such things, the rich scent of the damp moors came from Bhen Rudha, along with the image of a man that faded in and out of clarity. There was also a Woman, red of hair and eye, dressed as a warrior of the Celts who seemed to be nodding her approval.

“Tá mí duioch diot as do chínamh. Nár lagaí dia do lámh,” Evergreen said suddenly, the Gaelige lilted pleasantly. The jolt of hearing her own language kept her from saying anything in return for a long moment. So she was grateful to Phalon for translating for the others.

*What grace is this, that I should find so noble and gifted group of women?* the priestess asked her ravens.

*I cannot say for certain, Sister, but it seems you were always meant to be here,* Warrior replied softly, captivated by the revelation along with the others. The implications of those words left Bhen Rudha shaking with awe and perhaps a little fear. When she had time, she promised herself that she would try to find the truth of her feelings. For now, however, she deliberately turned her mind to the bonds that were weaving themselves between them so deeply.

The new strength had grown as each woman added their touch and the priestess could finally breathe again. The winds still weighed her down, and would not be held by her forever, but for the time being she could hold them steady. She could feel the color return to her face as strength suffused her limbs and the web that the ravens cradled her mind with became broad and deep with shared energy.

The band of women reveled in their renewed alliance, and maintained the touch, one to the other, without speaking. That was, until the unnatural silence was broken by the sounds of human cries and a splash. The moment broke, but the connection remained, if dimmed.

Zena and Evergreen quickly made their decisions and soon the band had moved once again into action, leaving Bhen Rudha to remain against the tree stump to continue recovering from her ordeal. She breathed steadily for several moment, preparing herself for the next stage in the combat, when a hand on her arm brought her around with a gasp.

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BhenRudha
(2/6/03 5:56 pm)

First Impressions


The priestess stared into the grinning face of Ares, wondering who this warrior was, and why he was staring at her. Her ravens remained with her, strangely still and silent.

“Cen I be helpin’ ye?” she asked after she had regained her balance.

He blinked, then frowned a bit, “You can start by speaking Greek. And then you can tell me who you are.”

Bhen Rudha arched a brow, puzzled by the man’s attitude toward her. There was a crackle in the air around him, at once familiar and strange. Finally she answered, “I be Bhen Rudha.”

Ares stepped back and looked her over, stepping first one way, then the other. Four pairs of eyes followed his movements, the priestess fighting the urge to pull her axe. He stroked his beard and asked, “So . . . ah, Bhen Rudha . . . what brings you to this little party we’re having?”

She wondered why she felt compelled to answer, why she felt challenged and not threatened by him. She shrugged, making their pair of ravens on her shoulders flair their wings a bit for balance. “I be here ta be helpin’ ta figh’ tha evil. An’ I dinnae be catchin’ yer name, aye?”

With a smirk, he inclined his head and answered, “I am Ares.”

It was obvious that the name should have meant something to her, but Bhen Rudha hadn’t heard it before. She thought perhaps it might be a title and said, “I be a Bandroi an Cogadh.”

Unamused by her obvious lack of response, he muttered, “Didn’t I say speak Greek?” His brow furrowed as he tried to understand her thickly accented words.

She sighed, “I be Priestess o’ War.”

At her words his eyes lit and he smiled again, “Indeed . . . I don’t even know you, and you’re a priestess of mine. Now that’s something. Wait till I tell . . .” He paused when he saw the confusion on her face. “Wait. You’re a priestess of war and you don’t even know what your god Ares looks like? Surely you’ve seen a tapestry or two? A clay jug? A belt buckle with my profile?” With a bright smile, he spread his arms so that she could take in all his glory.

The priestess frowned, settling Widow on her wrist to free one hand, saying, “I be pledged ta tha Morrigu, Goddess o’ war. I dinnae be knowin’ o’ Ares.” She pulled her axe from the tree trunk and held it easily. “I be nae priestess o’ yers.”

His grin fell, and he looked around to see if anyone had heard the conversation. He folded his arms nonchalantly and leaned against the fallen tree. “Let me get this straight, you claim to be a priestess of some goddess that I’ve never heard of, and you don’t even know about me.” Tapping his lip, he thought for a moment, then continued, “You and I are going to have to have a talk about this. I can’t have barbarian women running around in the name of war and not have give proper respect to the god of war.” He snorted, “Goddess of war . . . now that’s funny.”

Bhen Rudha scowled, wanting to demand that he take back his rude words, unsure how to go about it. She sensed amusement coming from her ravens, and perhaps from deeper within as well. As if the Goddess were watching this conversation, and found the man humerus. She was about to answer when the earth bucked beneath her feet, sending her crashing to the ground. The three ravens leapt to the air with screeches of surprise.

Ares looked surprised, but was not knocked over. He watched the priestess try and get back to her feet, then snapped his head in Xendra’s direction. “Well . . . I’ll leave you to continue playing the hero, ‘priestess of war’,” he made quote marks with his fingers as he gave her her title. “But I for one don’t want to be here when Grandma arrives. You and I will talk again, you can be sure of that.” And he disappeared in a rising flash of blue light.

Struggling to regain her feet as the earth continued to roll beneath her, Bhen Rudha was left wondering about the strange god “Ares” and how she was going to counter this attack. With a small growl she focused on the moment, running through her options. She was certain that she could not pull the same trick again . . . no matter the combined strength of the group, there was no way she could hold such power.

She tried to reach for her raven shape, but could not fit herself into the small body with the winds still roaring with her. So she clutched the fallen tree and tried to ride out the earthquake in relative safety while she searched for a means to save them all from this new menace.



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BhenRudha
(2/6/03 8:18 pm)

When the Earth Speaks

Pain lanced through Her peaceful dreams. Pain shot red through eyes that had been closed for an age. Tremors raced through Her body, bringing Her fitfully awake. Stretching, She tried to ease Her sore muscles, groaning as relief did not come. She became angry, wanting to know who would dare such a thing . . . to wake Her from Her dreams.

She rolled over, lifting Her eyes to the surface and opened them. The sun pierced Her vision, and She groaned again at the agony of it. When Her eyes finally adjusted to the searing light, She saw a small mortal child clinging to Her eyelid with another mortal child trying to keep it from falling in. She did not think She wanted one of those little creatures in Her eye, and so She pushed Her hand up into the air, to pluck the pair gently from Her eyelid.


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“Let go of me. Please!”

“No. Punish me later!”

“I swear I will, if I’m not dead!”

Zena tried once more to pull herself up, but even with Little Gabby’s help, all she could do is slip against the fissure edge. She closed her eyes as a fresh wave of trembling sent more dirt and rocks into her eyes. It was starting to feel hopeless.

Not about to admit defeat, Zena tensed her arms, desperately willing herself to be strong enough this time to pull herself to safety. She would not allow herself to leave Gabby, or Evergreen, or any of the other women.

With her will set, she dared open her eyes and choked on a scream as she saw huge fingers made from the very earth itself reach to carefully pluck her and Gabby away from the fissure.


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With the little mortals secure within Her grasp, She moved to sit up. Pain crippled Her movement, and She roared Her anger. She was the flesh of the earth, the oldest being in the universe next to Chaos itself. She would not be denied!

Heaving herself upwards, She molded the earth into the shape of a towering replica of the mortal bodies still held in Her hand. She was brown as the deep, damp soil, with green grass cascading down Her back, and rainbow hued obsidian for eyes. She was the first mother, and Her body was full and round, nurturing and powerful.

First She looked at the mortals in Her hand, seeing the fear in their tiny eyes. “YOU DO NOT CAUSE MY PAIN,” She then said to comfort them, and set them down near another mortal that had giant, ghostly raven wings curled around it for protection.

Her flesh rippled painfully again, and She turned to the mortal that stood in a field of destruction. “YOU ARE THE ONE CAUSING MY PAIN,” She announced, reaching Her hand toward a very small Xendra.


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Bhen Rudha was thinking that if perhaps she could sweep Xendra off the earth with the winds still bottled within her, thus breaking her contact, she could bring an end to the earthquakes. Unsure that she was going to do any good, she was marshaling her will to try when she saw a huge hand form itself from the earth and pluck a pair of women from the ground.

The quakes were so bad, that she held onto the stump for dear life as the body attached to the arm also rose from the earth. *Great Goddess, what is that?* she sent to the ravens.

*The Great Goddess,* came the awed answer from Widow. *The Mother Earth Herself has come to see what arrogance Xendra has to dare command such primordial forces.*

Panic shot through her. The Mother slept and dreamt the world’s turning . . . to have awakened Her was no small thing. Her knees began to shake as she wondered if this were to be the end of them all.

*Great Danu, spare us, your faithful children,* the priestess thought, and felt a warmth wrap around her. At the edges of her vision she saw flickers of giant raven wings. She was not being left to face the Great Mother Goddess alone. *Such grace given to so humble a daughter, may I strive ever to be worthy.*

Her prayer was cut short when, “YOU DO NOT CAUSE MY PAIN,” ripped through the air, in a voice as deep as the core of the world. Then Bhen Rudha watched as Zena and Gabby were set on the ground near her, stunned, but very much alive.

The earth was still trembling, though the priestess thought it now had more to do with the movement of the living Goddess than Xendra’s efforts, so she tucked her axe in her belt, and bent to help Zena and Gabby to gain their feet. She tried to speak, but was drowned out by the angry Goddess.


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Darkness clung to the little mortal that had its fist raised defiantly in the air. The pain was coming from it and She would now make it stop. She grabbed up the mortal and brought it closer to Her face.

“YOU DARE USE MY BODY AS IF IT WERE YOURS?” She asked of the mortal as it squirmed in Her firm grip. Its scream was too small for Her to understand. “I AM THE BODY ON WHICH YOU STEP, LITTLE MORTAL, AND I HAVE GIVEN YOU NO POWER OVER ME.”

When all the mortal did was scream at Her, She quickly lost patience and closed Her fingers around it. A simple thought stripped what control it had over Her body, and the mortal was tossed back to the ground.

Her task quickly accomplished, She turned her gaze to the others scattered around the area. Seeing no others that would threaten Her, she stretched her arms to the sky, brushing the bottom of heaven with her fingertips. Now She had had enough of the sun, and wanted only to return to Her sleep.

She returned to Her bed, stretching once more, satisfied that pain haunted Her no longer. Then She closed Her eyes and slept.


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The worst of the quaking stopped when Xendra was lifted from the ground. Zena heaved a sigh and tightened her arm around Gabby, still watching the towering earth woman intently. Bhen Rudha was murmuring softly in the language that Evergreen had spoken earlier, and the warrior woman felt a warmth settle around her. She wasn’t sure what was happening, but for some reason, she felt safer.

“Dinnae be fearin’, tha Great Mother will be nae harmin’ those faithful ta Her, aye?” the priestess said, echoing Zena’s thoughts.

Gabby looked at the tall, red haired woman, unsure what to make of her, but happy that she and her mother were apparently safe. She turned to watch Xendra get picked up by a giant earthen hand.

“Mom . . . what’s going to happen?” Gabby asked.

Any reply Zena could have made was drowned out by the thundering of the giant woman, and the three stared as Xendra was shortly tossed to the ground like a doll. A snake of green light emerged from the Amazon’s body, to coil around the earth woman’s hand. The huge figure then stretched her arms upwards, and shortly thereafter melted back into the earth. When the woman disappeared, the quakes ceased altogether.

Zena breathed a long sigh of relief and turned to Bhen Rudha, “I don’t supposed you could tell me what that was all about, Red.”

“Be nae me, Zena. Be tha Goddess Earth Mother Herself. I dinnae be knowin’ how Xendra be wakin’ Her.”

“Is she dead?” Gabby asked.

“Nae . . . her name would be tellin’ me o’ her death.” The amber-green gaze slid from Gabby back to Zena. “Be decidin’ ye next plan carefully, aye?”

The warrior nodded, then looked down at Gabby with a stern expression, “Aye.”



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(2/7/03 12:23 am)

There's A Tremblin' Goin' On.

The joining of the chain to relieve some of the burden from Red jolted me to the core. The power that I felt flowing into me almost brought me to my knees. I closed my eyes and saw a multitude of images. Some of them I recognized as those being from my friends. There were others that I knew to be Red's, and I opened my eyes upon this revelation. So much pain and anger had come with those images that it hit to close to home. A splashing nearby drew my attention and the others and the contact ended. I felt a sense of relief and yet at the same time regret. In that brief moment of connection, our little group had become closer than ever we had before, and even though the contact was ended, that closeness would always be there.

It was soon decided what we as a group needed to do. As we started to head off in our respective directions, I stopped, unwilling to leave Red's side. Though she seemed stronger, I knew she was still weak. I wanted to stay behind to help her. I also wanted to talk. I had a feeling that she and I had a lot in common and that she could teach me a couple of things. "She can take care of herself. She was born to," said a voice.

I smiled as I turned to follow Phalon into the forest. "Montara, my brother. You've been silent for some time. I thought you'd left me for good."

He laughed. "No, not yet. You're still not ready. Not even close. No, I just left you to your own devices for a while. I've been studying the Red woman, whose name by the way is Bhen Rudha. Her ravens and I have been conversing."

"Conversing? Is that the mumbling that I heard."

"Yes it was. Sorry to shut you out pet, but it was a private conversation. If her ravens want you to hear them, they'll let you know. I'm surprised about your growing powers though. I had to use a lot of strength to keep you out."

"I understand I guess. But, you mean I can talk to them?"

"If they want to talk to you. It's up to them. You have some small power in conversing with other animals. You found that out when you were talking with Little Dog, who by the way is fine. He's a brave little runt." I smiled at Montara's use of runt. To a wolf, that dog was definately a runt, but I would bet my horse that that little dog would take on an Alpha Male and probably come out victorious. Montara laughed at my thoughts. "Anyway, the thing with your power is that you can easily converse with most animals unless they have as much or more power than you. You could talk to other bonded animals but only if they wanted to converse with you first. Some, if your powers grow as strong as they should get, you'll be able to break through their uncertaintities and walls and talk to them. They'll be unwilling of course, so it might be difficult to converse to silence, but you can do it. However, there are some that that will not be possible. An example are those three ravens. They have much more power than you have, along with Bhen Rudha. She is a priestess of her goddess of war, and with that responsibility comes great power. Of that you've seen."

I nodded my head in understanding. Though I knew my powers would never get close to Bhen Rhuda's, I was in no way envious. I was satisfied with what I had. Besides, I wouldn't know what to do with the power that she had. I felt Montara smile in contentment at my thoughts.

I turned my attention to the plan. Phalon and I were making our way around Xendra to come at her from behind. We were almost in position. I crouched down behind some brush. I was watching for the signal from Zena that everything was ready when I realized that I still didn't have a weapon.

"Oh, but you do have a weapon. It comes with your powers," Montara said, but before he could finish, the earth started to tremble violently. I was thrown to the ground hard, as was Phalon next to me. I looked up in time to see a tree falling right toward us.

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(2/7/03 1:22 am)

There's A Tremblin' Goin' On (Part 2)

I saw the tree coming towards us and in that split second I grabbed hold of Phalon and rolled us out of harms way. Just in time too. The tree came right where we had been laying. Some of the branches actually scratched my back through my tunic, but my thoughts soon turned from the blood running down my back to keeping Phalon and I safe from more falling trees. They were coming down right and left. From the way they were falling it seemed they were trying to hit us, which really didn't surprise me.

The shaking seemed to continue forever along with the dodgings of the trees. I stumbled to the edge of the clearing with Phalon right next to my side and literally through her into the clearing to get away from the trees. I however wasn't able to get out of the way in time and a branch from a tree overhead broke and fell, catching me on the head on the way down. I fell and blacked out.

I wasn't out long. When I awoke, the trembling had stopped. Phalon was leaning over me with her hands on my head. She had dirt on her face, and like me she was covered with little scratches from falling debris. Other than that she was unscathed. She sighed in relief when I opened my eyes. "I though you weren't going to come back to us."

I shook my head, then grimaced at the pain. I lifted my hand to my head. I felt blood running down the my the side of my face and neck and wanted to know the amount of damage. From how much blood was leaving my body and the amount of damage I felt with my fingers I silently agreed with Phalon's statement about not coming back. "Nah, it appears I'm too hard-headed to die right now. Besides, I would miss all the fun."

Phalon just shook her head and helped me to a sitting position. I looked to the clearing and felt a fear grip my heart. I saw Xendra staring at two figures. One I recognized as Gabby, and she was trying desperately to haul Zena from a newly created fissure. I tried to stand, knowing that if I could reach the pair I would be able to help, but I was in to much pain and before I'd walked two steps I was back on my knees. I tried to stand again, but Phalon held me down. "Look, you can't reach them. Not like this. You've been hurt badly. Besides, even if you could help them in your condition, you probably wouldn't reach them in time. Xendra is between us, and the distance is too far."

I looked defiantly at Phalon, and using all of my will-power rose to my feet. "I have to try." However, before I could command my feet to move, the earth started to groan and shake again. Not again, I thought as I was thrown once again to the ground. I looked up, expecting Xendra to once again be at the source of the problem, but she wasn't staying on her feet very well either, and I knew that something else was causing this. I watched in utter amazement as the earth seemed to grab Zena and Gabby and lift them to safety. A great rumbling occurred as if the earth was speaking to the two before it set them down next to Red, who had great wings wrapped around her. Then, the earthen hand grabbed Xendra, but this time it wasn't to help. The shakings grew more agitated, and I could feel the anger in the ground beneath me. More speaking seemed to occur, though this time it seemed more like thunder than before. Xendra was then dropped to the ground. The hand moved back into the earth from which it had come from, and the earth was once again back to normal. I looked to where Xendra lay, thinking that she might be dead, but my eyes picked out her breathing.

Phalon and I looked at each other incredously at the recent happenings. I went into the link though I felt like my head was going to explode. "Montara, what was that all about?"

"That, pet, was Mother. Mother earth, that is. She was not happy to be awakened from her slumber so violently and so unwillingly. The first rumblings you heard were her comforting Zena and Gabby as she lifted them to safety, and the thunder you heard was her reprimanding Xendra. It's not a smart thing to upset Mother, and Xendra should be thankful she's alive. She has now found she has a limit to her power, which hopefully will work in our favor. Maybe she'll use it more sparingly now."

I nodded my head in agreement and then broke off contact. I don't know quite how I did this since I'd never really done it before. There were times when I didn't talk to Montara but he was always there and always had access to my thoughts. This time though I closed off my entire mind to him. I didn't do it to be mean or anything. I actually did it quite unintentionally, something with my growing powers I suspected. No, I closed contact because the pain was just to great. Montara seemed to understand because he didn't object at all. I was sure that no matter how strong I was to become, Montara would be able to pull down any defenses that I put up.

I turned to Phalon and asked "Well, I think that might change plans a little bit. Do you think we should head back to the others now to regroup and maybe think up a new plan. Xendra has had quite an upset just now, and I'm thinking she might wait a little while before her next attack."

Phalon nodded her head and helped me to my feet. I tried to walk as much as I could, but Phalon ended up pretty much supporting me all on her own as we headed back to the forest to go around the clearing. Even though Xendra was out at the moment, we didn't want to take any chances. We stumbled our way through the debris, and more than once I stumbled upon a fallen limb and would have fallen if not for Phalon's aid. When we finally reached the group, Phalon was panting and stumbling quite a bit herself while I was on the point of blacking out again. I did manage to work up a smile for the others and said "Well, wasn't that fun. Anybody up for round three?"

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Re: THE ZENA SCROLLS: CHAPTER II



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1 Xwpfan
(2/10/03 12:07 pm)

Re: There's A Tremblin' Goin' On (Part 2)

Xendra stood there bemused at Zena's and Gabbys attempt to move toward her until she saw the ground separate before them leaving Zena hanging over a deadly preface and Lil Gabby holding on to Zena with all her might.

Something about the exchange between them moved Xendra rather than aggravating an already agaited Xendra.Xendra stepped a little closer.. to do what she wasn't quite sure..save them, kill them or watch them slip and die?

Xendra was feeling conflicted as she leaned over the edge ..Xendra paused she could hear faint cries from Puella growing stronger...xendra..Xendra XENDRA!The sound of Puella's voice resonated within Xendra.the voice's calling stirred Xendra to action...

Xendra was about to to reach forth her hand when a gray grisly hand reached up from the earth and deftly rescued Zena and lil Gabby.

Xendra immediately recognized who the hand belonged to.. none other than the Goddess Mother Earth...Xendra smiled for now she knew the Gods were aware of what was going on and were becoming actively involved.
The goddess of Earth took Xendra within her grasp- with intent to extinguish her life force. As she violenly shook Xendra, Xendra said not a word, she did not plea for her life or threaten new action. Xendra simply accepted whatever brutallity mother Earth could dish out.

As Mother Earth was about to finish her off- she sensed something hidden far beneath..she saw visions of Xendra planning to save the Amazons rather than destroy them,writting letters,making deals for them to be spared and even tryiing to spill her own blood.

Mother Earth stood their wilth Xendra's life force draining. Could she trusts these visions and senses- could they be a devious plan deviseed by th evil one?

Xendra's body was surrendering to the force all Xendra could do was gaze blankly at the Goddess and think by the time the sun sets on this day our fates will be sealed and revealed!


Mother Earth heard Xendra's thought about them all knowing their fate ..she lessened her grip slightly..the Fates..she had had many dealings with the Fates..all too often they would put a chain of events in motion for their own amusement...mother knew now that it was the fates who had deemed for the parchment and the scrolls to never reach their intended destination.

Mother let Xendra out of her deadly grasp and whispered to xendra as she slumped to the ground.."I do not know if you are able to continue with the plan that lies deep within.I am willing to take that chance because I sense within you still is the loving caring person who willingly sacrificed herself.I know I risk much as I offer to give you domion over the animals of the land, and the birds of the sky..I know you will cause great wreckage and carnage.. but I also believe you will eventually listen to them and you will learn much.

I will try to undo some of the damage and have your writtings read.. with that the earth opened once more but in a peaceful manner to receive its protector and Goddess.
Xendra laid sprawled out motionless and almost without breath- her lungs burned in agony- her appendages were bruised and achy- her legs laid numb and cold-surely death would come and swallow her whole.

Instead Evil hissed her name and told her to rise and to vanquish the Amazons.Xendra cried out in sheer agony "I cannot..I cannot even move!"

"Evil hissed and stood Xendra upright-there she stood in excruitaing pain.."You will do my bidding!Nothing can stop us now- not even the Goddess of Earth could kill you!!!!You are My warrior! You are invincible!""


Edited by: 1 Xwpfan at: 2/10/03 12:16:27 pm

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Zena 1
(2/11/03 9:08 pm)

Mother Earth

How strange the world had become. The gods and goddesses that were only little clay figures on a shelf were coming to life before their eyes. The legends that Zena thought were child’s stories were true after all and mankind was destined to live in a constant struggle to appease unknown deities. “This is not the way to finish our lives”, Zena thought. “This is not the life I want for Gabby. What DO I want for Gabby?” Thoughtfully she turned to face her daughter, moving from beside her to holding her at arm’s length from her. Red watched with her head cocked to one side, unable to understand the language but reading the emotions accurately.

“Here it comes. You are going to give me the ‘I gave you an order speech’” Gabby thought.
Zena held her by her upper arms and looked into her face with a tenderness she usually reserved for only Evergreen. “Thank you.”
“What?” Gabby was stunned.
“I said, ‘Thank You’. You saved my life.” She moved her hands up to the girl’s cheeks and gently tilted her head down toward her. Very gently she kissed her daughter’s hair and then wrapped her arms around her, pulling her in to her ragged, bloodstained tunic. “Gabby you are not a child of my blood. You came to the Amazons as I did because everything was lost to you. Here you built a new family. You are of other blood but you have the heart of an Amazon and I am proud that you call me Mother.” Overwhelmed Gabby tightened her grip aound Zena’s waist and in the peace that sometimes comes between battles that held on to each other.
Over Gabby’s head Zena could see Xendra on the ground, broken and bleeding. She remembered Xendra’s devotion to her daughters and how deeply she had mourned for them. Xendra must also still have an Amazon heart.
Zena pushed Gabby back and reached for the Helmet of Hades which was hanging from a strap around her neck, grasping it by both sides. As if she were crowning a princess she placed it on her daughter’s head and smiled as she vanished. “I won’t tell you what to do next. You will know. You are an Amazon.”
She glanced over her shoulder at the tall warrior behind her. “Red. I’m going to try again.” Without anymore acknowledgement of Gabby she crouched low and began an advance toward Xendra over the flattened grass. She grasped the Sword of Artemis and let it’s power give her courage.

Edited by: Zena 1 at: 2/11/03 8:09:45 pm



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