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Re: THE ZENA SCROLLS: CHAPTER II



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phalon1
(2/12/03 10:23 pm)

An Amazing Force

Phalon sat BlackWolf down and leaned her against a tree while she tended to the wound on her head. It was a nasty cut and again Phalon lamented the loss of her pouch full of herbs and healing powders. She’d have to make do with what she had on hand, which wasn’t much.

“Thanks, Phalon, for dragging me out of there. I don’t think I could have made it on my own. I know it must have tired you.”

“Hhmm”, Phalon replied as she cleansed the wound. Yes, BlackWolf, it was tiring, she thought to herself, but not it the way you think. It was the physical contact that had tired her, had always tired her whenever visions or dreamscapes came from contact with others. Images of a black wolf staring at her from across a stream, running beside her to guide her to a seaside village, the place where this adventure began. Her first encounter with Montara. He spoke to her while she helped BlackWolf back to the circle of friends, blocking out his sister so that she could not hear his thoughts.

“She does not know the full potential of power that she holds, Phalon”, Montara said. Phalon tried to reply to him with her mind. She could not. This was to be a one-sided conversation.

“We are two separate minds together in one body”, he continued. “We are stronger, working in unison. We share a bond that is inseparable. Part of me fears losing that. But as she grows stronger, uses more of the strengths of what she is capable of, the lines between us grow more fuzzy. Each time she discovers something new, part of me melds into her, and our separateness blurs. She is becoming aware of the power she holds so quickly that I’m afraid I will be completely gone before she learns all she needs to know from me. And there is still so much she needs to learn before I completely fade away.

BlackWolf is a strong warrior, and an even more strong willed woman. I am afraid that after I, Montara, no longer exist, that she, heady with all her new found power, will think she is invincible. That is not the case. A wolf can be killed just as easily as a human can.
Watch over her, you and your group of friends. Try to curb her impetuousness when you can, and teach her patience. Patience is just as important as physical strength sometimes. She needs to learn that. Your friends and you can teach her that. Together, you are all an amazing force.”

Phalon and BlackWolf stumbled on a fallen limb at that point and the connection with Montara was lost. Phalon tried to get it back, but was unable. She had sensed that there was something Montara was keeping from her, and from BlackWolf as well.

Phalon now took the scarf that held back her hair and wound it around BlackWolf’s head, using it as a bandage. “There”, she said, “Finished.” She smiled at her handiwork. The swirling colors in the scarf, the blues as deep as the sea, the bright yellow of buttercups, orange of the mid-day sun, cardinal red, and green of meadow grass in springtime, contrasted sharply with the black leather that BlackWolf wore. “Looks like some of your color is returning now”, Phalon said, amused.

“Huh?” BlackWolf replied, still a little dazed from the blow.

“I said you should be fine soon”, Phalon said, getting up. She turned to see Zena leaving Gabby and head out alone away from the group. Phalon watched her for a moment, studying the purposefulness in Zena’s gait, the determination in the way her shoulders were set, and the steadfast, unwavering direction she took towards Xendra.

Phalon followed. She could hear the others join in behind her. Zena heard the noise and stopped. “Let me try and talk to her while she’s down”, Zena said. “Perhaps she’ll be weakened and I can get through to her. There is no sense in having her take all of us out at once.”

“No”, Phalon said. She borrowed Montara’s words. “Together we are an amazing force”, she said. “We do this in unison.”

Zena felt Gabbyfan’s presence next to her. She turned towards her daughter. “Gabby…”

“Together, Mother. We do it as One.”

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BhenRudha
(2/14/03 2:27 am)

Forest of Sorrows

The priestess watched Zena stalk toward Xendra and sent a thought to her ravens, *This isn’t working. We’re fighting the woman, when we should be fighting the evil.*

*I fear you are right, Sister,* Warrior said, flying tight circles around the battle field.

*Somehow we need to gain control over that which rides Xendra,* spoke Widow.

*Are you proposing to take its name?* asked Witch, disbelief clear in her voice.

*It would seem to be the answer, Sisters,* Bhen Rudha answered softly. *It is one way we know for certain that we have a chance.*

Witch landed on the priestess’ shoulder, head bowed. After a long silence the raven said, *You know what you ask?*

She lifted a hand to gently touch the sleek feathers, *Of course . . . and we shall wage our battle together. Always together.*

*Always,* came the joint reply.

With a soft smile on her lips, Bhen Rudha turned her attention to the invisible Amazon she could still feel watching her. “Be followin’ yer máthair, Gabby. Be needin’ e’eryone fer wha’ be ta follow, aye?”

“How do you know?” asked the disembodied voice.

“Ta be fightin’ e’il, nae Xendra, we be stronger tagether.” On sudden instinct, she reached for the young woman’s arm, finding it after a short moment. The shock of connection was less, but there all the same, delivering images of Spring, sweet and new after the bitterness of winter. A new trickle of energy flowed through her and the priestess sighed softly. Patting Gabby’s arm comfortingly, she motioned toward the battlefield, “Be findin’ yer máthair quick nae.”

“What’s a may-hair?”

At the question, Bhen Rudha chuckled softly, “Be Zena, yer mum.”

“Oh, okay Red, I’ll go find her. What are you going to do?”

“Be armin’ meself fer war. Dinnae worry o’er me, aye?”

She could hear the grin in the light voice as Gabby answered, “Aye.” Footsteps in the grass were the only thing that gave the young Amazon away as she followed her mother.

Certain that Gabby was on her way, Bhen Rudha pushed herself upright and took a deep breath. The winds she still held within her strained against their bonds, always wanting freedom. She could feel the thin tendrils of connection that stretched between the group and took comfort from their strength.

*I should like to have a sword in my hand again for this,* the priestess mused as Witch launched herself in the air. *I have a feeling that there is going to be a fight before the end.*

Cheerful even in the face of what was planned, Warrior cut in, *Then perhaps there is something in the forest you should see. I can lead the way.*

Forcing her body to obey, Bhen Rudha staggered the first few steps, before her legs remembered what it was they were supposed to do. Soon enough she was loping quickly through the forest, guided by the crimson-eyed raven’s vision.

It was not long before she found that the sword embedded in a tree trunk, still faintly quivering from the earthquakes. The priestess stood watching it for a long moment before she carefully curled her fingers around the handle. A faint whiff of pine gave away the previous owner’s identity, and Bhen Rudha knew that this weapon would serve her well.

She slid the weapon from the trunk, murmuring a thank you to the old tree spirit, for holding the sword so safely. After a few experimental swings, she was satisfied that she would be able to do justice to the blade, wielding it with strength and grace.

Knowing that she could stall no longer, the priestess moved back through the forest towards the battle ground. She sent her mind out among her ravens, and from Witch she only found a sad resignation. She was unwilling to remain silent, and so said, *Sister, we will live through this together.*

*I hear you . . . Lady make it so,* said the amber-eyed raven as she flew high above the earth in the clear, cold air.

*Lady let it be so,* echoed Bhen Rudha as she entered the battlefield clearing. Her resolve set, she strode quickly toward Xendra, hoping the others would distract her enough to do what needed ben done.




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Re: THE ZENA SCROLLS: CHAPTER II



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Zena 1
(2/14/03 1:07 pm)

Stuck in the Middle

The grass was brittle and dry underfoot and made little crispy sounds as Zena inched her way forward to the crumpled heap that was Xendra. She had gone a few yards when she felt a presence behind her and turning, found herself accompanied by Phalon and Black Wolf. The dents in the grass signaled that Gabby was there too.
They exchanged a few short words and it became clear to Zena that they had all resolved to move with her, tied together by this bond they were only beginning to understand. “Together, maithair. We do it as One”, Gabby said firmly. “A foreign language. Good for her” Zena thought as a little grin crept to the corners of her mouth. “It’s good to be together.”
Still, they were not all present, and she visually scanned the woods hoping for a glimpse of Evergreen. She had gone to find Leara before the quaking and neither had returned. Puella too remained among the missing. But now was the time to move and even though they were not at full strength the opportunity had to be seized. They grasped hands, amused that they could feel but not see Gabby and with a nod to each other turned again to the task of redeeming Xendra.

They crossed the meadow, now uncomfortably hot in the midday sun, and as silently as possible they formed a ring around the inert form lying crumpled on the grass.
Zena bent low near her head and Phalon murmured, “Carefully, Zena....”
“Xendra, it’s me. It’s Zena. Can you hear me? Do you know who I am?” There was silence around the group and it contained them like a great tent. Xendra did not speak but slowly the air filled with the sound of insect buzzing rising in the heat.
“Xendra, we are all beside you. We want to help you.” Black Wolf spoke in a deep, calming tone. Still there was no movement.
“Maybe she’s dead.” Gabby whispered from nowhere.
Suddenly they heard the stamp of boots moving quickly over the dry field toward them, the insects fell silent and Phalon, startled, saw the priestess running at them with Evergreen’s sword in her hand. Red swung it above above her head cutting through the air with a whooshing noise and moving with a purposeful stride directly toward the group. Zena had crouched to speak to Xendra and was not facing the warrior, but looking up she could see in her friends' faces that something frightening was unfolding from a different source.

Edited by: Zena 1 at: 2/18/03 11:49:55 am

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EvergreenLM
(2/16/03 11:31 pm)

Putting Out the Fire

Suddenly they heard the stamp of boots moving quickly over the dry field toward them, the insects fell silent and Phalon, startled, saw the priestess running at them with Evergreen’s sword in her hand. Red swung it above her head cutting through the air with a whooshing noise and moved with a purposeful stride directly toward the group. Zena had crouched to speak to Xendra and was not facing the warrior, but looking up she could see in her friends faces that something frightening was unfolding from an different source.

It became horrendously apparent that Red was ready to strike a mortal blow to the earthly vessel that held Xendra. But as quickly as the blade was raised in the air two hands snapped forth and gripped the forearm of the woman with fire in her eyes.

“I think you have something that belongs to me.” Dark eyes the color of moonless nights locked on Red. “There won’t be any killing with my sword this day. Put it down or your Ravens will be looking for another to speak to before the sun sets.”

The Red woman stared back with fire in her heart. A burning fire that Evergreen truly understood, and wished that she could extinguish the smoldering hurt that resided in this woman’s soul. Maybe in another time and place they could be friends. But not here. Not today. Or so it seemed.

Ravens with flashing eyes flew to a branch and cawed a message that only Red could discern. With clarity, Evergreen knew she was no match for the powers under this woman’s control. But at least if the Red woman called upon her guardians for power to strike down the challenging warrior, Evergreen could barter her last moments for time given to Zena and the others to move Xendra to safety. Time to reach that which was once good in the broken woman lying on the ground.

The small warrior loved them all and would quickly sacrifice her life in exchange for anyone of them-even the one that had caused so much pain and destruction. Redemption was the key and Evergreen believed with all her essence that Xendra could be reached by love. The sword was not the way. Not this time. Not on this friend. To do so would be what evil wanted. Evil would win and the Amazons would willingly hand it a great victory. To kill Xendra would be to kill them all. That which bound them would be forsaken for all time.

Red pushed Evergreen forward, but strong hands would not relinquish their hold.
“No Red…please…put it down…please. It’s okay…please.” Dark eyes locked with green and searched for the woman inside who had known hurt by harsh and unkind hands.

Slowly the sword began to lower. Evergreen felt the Red woman release the power of hate. The small warrior moved one hand from the hold on the Red woman’s wrist, and with her palm, touched the side of her face. ”Please,Red…now…put it down.”

And without breaking the connection of eyes, each searching the depth of wounded spirits, Evergreen and the Red Woman,together, slowly lowered the sword and quietly laid it upon the ground.

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"It is What it Is"

Edited by: EvergreenLM at: 2/17/03 12:51:20 pm

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1 Xwpfan
(2/17/03 8:38 pm)

Evil regrouping

Xendra laid there in a crumpled heap her thoughts were not her own..Evil tried to raise her to get her to continue her conquest but Xendra had no fight left in her not for Eviil and not for good - she was drained.. devoid of feeling anything but pain.

Xendra's tattoos burned and glowed with new vigor her mind tried in vain to remember the days before the pact with the Evil one but at best only snippets- just mere glimpses of memories of a letter, a staff and of course quick visions of Puella... but even this could not drown out the voices of evil.

The evil forces buzzed with a new fierceness, they were trying desperately to regroup within Xendra but were not having much success.

Xendra, the real Xendra was trying to fight her way back...

The Evil one carefully studied Xendra and then observed the the band of Amazons and was particularly interested in the strange one known as Red...

Evil pondered.. ahh Red.. yes..she seemed a likely candiate.... definitely seemd like she'd be a good vessel to enter into .
Perhaps this young strong and unyielding woman with an unquenchable bloodlust would do what Xendra could not...

In mere moments it was decided ...if Xendra could not or would not fight she would have to perish, the fiery red head's blood lust would be used to kill off Xendra and gain Red's powers in the process!

Either way Evil figured it would have a powerful ally ...

All eyes seen and unseen watched as Red nearly sucumbed to Evil... as her base nature told her eraticating the earthly vessel of Xendra would end their problems.

Red using her brute force pushed through, sure of her duty she raised the sword to slay Xendra. Xendra did not move neither the evil nor the good in her would allow movement-all she could do was wait.

Xendra could see all the forces gathered the seen and the unseen. The little band was now encompassed by demons and minons of every shape size and dimension both imagineable and unimagineable. Legions upon legions stood with weapons of every type just awaiting orders.

Xendra slightly lifted her head out of the corner of her eye she saw a glimpse of the Gods..their expressions ranged from horrified, to bemusent and even boredom.

Xendra collapsed back to the ground but as she did she saw footsteps being made by a unseen body and the familar outline of Evergreen coming in to view. What did this mean?

The buzzing in Xendra's head got louder she could not concentrate - she could not make out the spoken words all she could make out was the visual image of Evergreen grabbing the axe that the strange warrior was wielding towards Xendra.

Evil began hissing it's lies.. "Evergreen is only stopping her so she can have the satisfaction of killing you herself .Go ahead order your troops we can end this here and now! You can destroy them! Start with the one who took your power.. the one who just tried to kill you!"

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Zena 1
(2/18/03 8:53 pm)

What?? ?? !!!

Phalon’s eyes widened as Zena watched her and so she turned her attention to the sounds behind them. The pounding of running boots doubled and then stopped a few yards behind her. In one fluid movement Zena unsheathed the Sword of Artemis, leaped to her feet in a 180 degree turn and sprinted toward the two figures facing each other at an impasse. Standing over them she was unsure of what was taking place. Instinctively she moved slightly to stand with Evergreen, flicking the tip of the fire in ice sword nearer to Red.
“What is it? What’s wrong?” Zena spoke in a low and measured tone. The atmosphere between the two crouched at her feet was crackling with tension and she sensed that speaking too loudly could set off a reaction that might be impossible to quell. The three were locked into a tableau as Zena waited for one of them to break the silence with an explanation.

Edited by: Zena 1 at: 2/18/03 8:01:55 pm

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BhenRudha
(2/20/03 3:07 am)

Evergreen's Weapon

As Bhen Rudha walked toward those around Xendra she swung Evergreen's sword in lazy circles, making herself familiar with the weight and movement of the weapon. There was a flutter in her stomach and the crimson haze tinted the edges of her vision again as she moved with purposeful strides. She would end this, come fire or floodwater. In the air above her, the priestess could feel her sisters, gathering their strength for the battle to come.

So intent she was on her goal, that Evergreen's solid grip on her sword arm came as a complete surprise.

"I think you have something that belongs to me," the warrior said, gazing fearlessly up into the priestess' amber-green eyes. "There won't be any killing with my sword this day. Put it down or your Ravens will be looking for another to speak to before the sun sets."

The threat did not sit well, and she was about to answer, but the words died as she saw Evil for the first time. It stared out of Xendra's eyes . . . and coveted her. She was reduced to property under that gaze, and her hand ached where the mirror shard wound was still healing.

She wanted to bring the sword down between those eyes, end it and be free. Instead, strong hands held her at bay, and dark, dark eyes demanded another way. Her ravens lit on a tree branch, filling the air with their displeasure, unable to reach the mind of the priestess.

"No Red . . . please . . . put it down . . . please. It's okay . . . please," Evergreen spoke again, the words nearly a jumble of nonsense as blood thunder filled her ears.

Darkness brushed against Bhen Rudha's thoughts, tasted hatred and fear and thought it sweet. Xendra's weakness soon forgotten, it seemed to dance around the tall woman, trying to tease its way inside. It found the edges of the crimson haze and shrank back into the storm winds still held so carefully in check. Laughing, Evil settled itself within the priestess, content to wait for the moment when the will weakened, and corruption was possible.

From far away the priestess heard the pleas of her raven sisters and the soft words of an Amazon warrior. She floundered within herself, trying to sort out what she needed to do. The burning edge of the battle madness beckoned, and the winds strained at the bonds of her will. And now there was a new chill inside her, coiled and silent. She knew it was the same thing that leered at her out of Xendra's eyes.

The cold realization of the situation and her Goddess-sworn duty snapped her back to her center. She dragged in an easier breath and felt a sword-calloused hand touch her cheek gently. "Please, Red . . . now . . . put it down," Evergreen said, and Bhen Rudha found herself staring intently into moonless night eyes. There was understanding there, and knowledge of soul wounds. The connection rewove itself between them in that moment, and they slowly lowered the sword and quietly laid it upon the ground.

Edited by: BhenRudha at: 3/16/03 7:13:31 pm

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BhenRudha
(2/21/03 3:00 am)

Bhen Rudha's Weapon

“What is it? What’s wrong?” Zena spoke in a low and measured tone.

The weight of all eyes was upon Bhen Rudha as she straightened. Evergreen kept her hand curled around the priestess’ wrist, though the grip had loosened. Zena held the sword of Artemis easily, ready to protect her friend should the wrong move be made. Tension snapped through the clearing and it was a moment before anything else was said.

“Maith do mé, le do thoil,” she said to the friends before her. When they blinked in confusion, she repeated, this time in Greek, “Be forgi’in’ me, please? Be nay meanin’ ta be threatenin’ ye.”

In her mind, she send a similar message to her sisters. Their reply was immediate and unanimous, *Always Sister.* Relief flooded her, and felt herself able to continue. She held out a hand to Zena, palm up and empty. Searching the deep hazel eyes, she said, “Be needin’ yer help.”

Evergreen narrowed her eyes and shook her head slightly, answering before Zena could, “That’s it? Sorry I scared you, now I need your help?”

With a heavy sigh, the priestess turned to the shorter warrior, answering, “I be nae after killin’ Xendra in tha first place. I be needin’ her ta be findin’ somethin’ tha’ be belongin’ ta tha E’il possessin’ her, aye?”

The two women shook their heads, confused by the awkward way Bhen Rudha spoke. With a growl of impatience, the priestess turned her head, looking for something. Her amber-green eyes fell on Blackwolf, and she frowned in concentration.

Blackwolf gasped in surprise when she heard lilting Gaelige, that she understood, in her mind. Confused, she reached for Montara, needing to know if she was under attack. His dry chuckle reassured her immediately, and so spoke loud enough for the group to hear, “She needs to find the name of Evil, so that she can banish it from our world. To gather such a powerful name, she will need all of our help, tapping even the artifacts that some of us carry.”

*Forgive my intrusion, wolf-sister, but I fear that we do not have the time for me to muddle through the words aloud,* Bhen Rudha said once her message had been delivered through Blackwolf’s mouth. She bowed to the woman, a sign of respect and no small amount of regret.

*I want to know more of this,* came Blackwolf’s slow, yet clear, reply.

*Should we live through this, it would be my honor to teach you,* the priestess said. Evergreen’s hand tightened on her wrist, bringing her attention back. Dark and hazel eyes peered closely at her, uncertainty clear on their faces.

“Red, are you mad?” Phalon spoke up, frowning and shaking her head.

“Be tha way,” was her simple answer.

Witch launched herself from their branch, landing upon the priestess’ shoulder easily. The raven pressed her face into Bhen Rudha’s, a shiver passing through her small frame. Amber-green eyes turned pleading. “Be beggin’ ye . . . be nay time,” the priestess said as simply as possible, “Be after helpin’ me, aye?”



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EvergreenLM
(2/21/03 11:34 pm)

Trust or Trickery

Evergreen narrowed her eyes and shook her head slightly, answering before Zena could, “That’s it? Sorry I scared you, now I need your help?”

Emotions such as a tumbling waterfall from a great cliff churned inside the challenging warrior. Every instinctual cue told the small Amazon that Bhen Rhuda was not to be trusted. She was a stranger from a far land speaking words that fell out in a confusing mix of unintelligible phrases and which exasperated the ears of the band of women that knew only of the Greek tongue.

How strange a sight, and what difficulty fell on Evergreen in fathoming a woman who conversed with Ravens and drew powers from the three who seemed no more than common birds who flew the cerulean blue sky above as all other winged creatures. But they, indeed, as the woman, were like no others.

A look of cognizance fell over Blackwolf’s cunning face as if the words spoken by the Red Woman were as familiar as those spoken by her sisters as they sat around campfires in the days of peace sharing stories of the great Amazon war with the Romans.

“She needs to find the name of Evil, so that she can banish it from our world." Blackwolf articulated the strange dialect of Bhen Rhuda with confidence in the message as being without falsehoods

Perhaps this was at the heart of Evergreen’s lack of discernment in fleshing out the true motives of the stranger whose arm was now securely held in an indecisive grip. To hold tight or to let go was the disconcerting choice, and Evergreen pondered the consequences of either decision. But time to think on matters of trust and trickery was not a luxury the situation at hand could well afford.

“Red, are you mad?” Phalon spoke up, frowning and shaking her head.

“Be tha way,” was her simple answer.

Red's admonition was something the conjoined women, standing bloodied boot to boot such as two wild animals sparing for territorial dominance, could agree upon. Mad as possessed by Furies she likely could be, silently was Evergreen’s reply to Phalon’s question.

A sleek Raven with feathers as black as bubbling boiled oil, launched herself with from a branch, landing upon the Red woman’s shoulder easily. The raven pressed her face into Bhen Rudha’s, and a visable shiver did not go without Evergreen’s notice as it passed through the woman’s small frame.

Evergreen broke the soul searching eye lock with the Red Woman and ever so slightly turned to Zena standing as always by her side at the ready to defend her friend. Tension between the three women vibrated in the air as did Zena’s sword that zinged in anticipation of a mortal strike.

The two friends exchanged a message with that simple glance that needed no words for understanding. Zena returned her sword to its sheath and stood down knowing that there would be no battle among the two opponents who desired the same end to the evil that filled Xendra.

Blackwolf again spoke the truth of Bhen Rudha.

“She will need all of our help, tapping even the artifacts that some of us carry.”

Evergreen eyed the Red Woman searching for the good and the right thing to do. She loosened her grasp that was only held as the woman gave permission for it to be so, bent buckskin covered knees, and with a free hand, slowly retrieved the gleeming blade given to her as a gift by the gods for protection as she made her journey back to her home with the Amazons.

To the astonishment of the band of sister warriors, Evergreen released her white knuckled hold, opened the Red Woman's hand and placed the sword squarely in the palm of the one she had only moments ago contemplated sending as a challenging gift to Hades himself. Calloused hands closed the fingers of the stranger around the grip while the small warrior looked deep into eyes that held powerful secrets. Evergreen then turned walking softly to rejoin the others where she had always belonged.

“Take it if that is what you need. I give it to you, Bhen Rudha, but hear my words friend, it will come with a price if it is lifted against any of these you see beside me.”

Zena smiled and knew no truer words were spoken.

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"It is What it Is"

Edited by: EvergreenLM at: 2/23/03 7:37:05 pm

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blackwolf
(2/22/03 3:47 am)

Communication

The pain from my head wound had subsided to a dull throb as we headed out to see to Xendra. I didn't really know what to expect when we got there, so I had all my senses on high alert. I had reforged the link with Montara, though we hadn't said much to each other. He had asked if I was okay and I had replied that I was fine. I then had gotten a mental image of him scrutinizing my wound as he had when I was a child. I remember his warm tongue as he would lick my wound to clean it. Both he and I smiled at the memories.

My eyes were on Zena and Xendra when Red first came onto the clearing. I sensed her presence more than anything. Some power or force just let me know she was there. What really surprised me was the sword she had in her hand, the one that I recognized as Evergreen's. I was about to ask where she'd gotten the sword when I realized what her intent was. I went to step in her path to Xendra, but stopped when Evergreen suddenly appeared. I watched as a battle of wills unfolded before my eyes. I saw a change come over Red as she looked into Xendra's eyes, and the hairs on the back of my neck rose. I almost growled but held back from doing so. The evil was trying to gain control of Red. Once again I stepped toward her, to help in some way, but then she went back to speaking to Evergreen.

“Maith do mé, le do thoil,” she said to Zena and Evergreen. When they blinked in confusion, she repeated, this time in Greek, “Be forgi’in’ me, please? Be nay meanin’ ta be threatenin’ ye.”

Evergreen narrowed her eyes and shook her head slightly. “That’s it? Sorry I scared you, now I need your help?”

Sighing heavily the priestess answered, “I be nae after killin’ Xendra in tha first place. I be needin’ her ta be findin’ somethin’ tha’ be belongin’ ta tha E’il possessin’ her, aye?”

The group of women shook their heads, confused by the awkward way Bhen Rudha spoke. With a growl of impatience, the priestess turned her head, looking for something. Her amber-green eyes fell on me, and she frowned in concentration.

I gasped in surprise when I heard her language, and yet understood it, in my mind. I instantly tried to retreat, not used to speaking to anyone other than Montara. I sent a silent query to Montara, and his chuckle let me know everything was alright. So, I translated for the rest of the group. “She needs to find the name of Evil, so that she can banish it from our world. To gather such a powerful name, she will need all of our help, tapping even the artifacts that some of us carry.”

"Forgive my intrusion, wolf-sister, but I fear that we do not have the time for me to muddle through the words aloud," Bhen Rudha told me once I'd delivered her message. She bowed slightly in my direction.

More excited now about speaking to her, I said "I want to know more of this."

"Should we live through this, it would be my honor to teach you," the priestess said.

Having received such a compliment from one whom I knew was my superior made me forget all my aches and pains. I wasn't one to usually get puffed up or anything, but I found that I did stand a little straighter.

I was a little surprised but happy at the same time when Evergreen finally released Bhen Rudha and then actually gave her the sword. “Take it if that is what you need. I give it to you, Bhen Rudha, but hear my words friend, it will come with a price if it is lifted against any of these you see beside me.”

"You need have no fear of that, Evergreen. I trust Bhen Rudha and I don't give my trust to just anyone. She is here to help us." Turning to the priestess I said "You have my help and all of the power I possess. I will stand by your side."

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Zena 1
(2/23/03 2:11 pm)

Secrets

Red’s gesture of peace, open palm up, was not lost on Zena who seemed to be distracted, and the slap of the handle of Evergreen’s sword on it startled her. She looked up quickly and saw Red close her fingers around it. Her eyes had been trained on the two antagonists until they slowly began to stand and then her attention was caught by the tip of the Sword of Artemis. It had been resting lightly on the grass and pointed toward Red’s feet. Usually it gave off a smoldering glow and Zena had noticed that as she was advancing toward Xendra the blade grew brighter, dimming again if she swung it back and away from her. It had been sheathed when she stooped to speak to her but when she pulled it out to run toward Evergreen and Red, it was dim at first and then increased in it’s aura. Now the tip which nearly touched the priestess’ boot continued to burn hotly and in fact slightly singed the dry grass underfoot. Zena stepped on the smoking spot and shifted her toe slightly to extinguish the ember. No one had seen it but she herself.

Evergreen freely gave her weapon to Red and Black Wolf spoke in her behalf but all was not completely in balance in Zena’s mind. The Sword of Artemis slipped back into it’s sheath, cooling as it went and Zena took Evergreen by the elbow and directed her to a spot a few steps away. “Can I have a word with you?”
She pulled Evergreen around so that their backs were facing the others and Zena whispered, “What is the matter with you? Are you insane? She comes at my back with that sword, which by the way you should not have let leave your side, and you pat her on the head and say ‘You can have it back. Just be careful.’ Am I the only one who sees this as a little reckless?? She’s been helpful and certainly more than just a little powerful but don’t you think that little drama was questionable? Who is she really and where did she come from? She has the mother of all axes, did you have to give her your sword? And what are you going to use?”
Evergreen shrugged. “Black Wolf seems quite taken with her. They’re ‘talking’.”
“So I hear.” Zena frowned.

She turned back to the group and became aware of the heat from the sun beating on the open field. It came up from the ground in waves and threatened to overcome them, and the sound of the insects singing a primal song increased again. Xendra moaned and stirred and Zena tapped Evergreen’s arm. “She’s suffering in this heat. Let’s move her back by the trees.”
“Now who’s reckless? What about that thing inside her?”
“Look at her. She’s broken. It’s gone. Anyway what can it do with a body so smashed and useless? You just saved her from Red, now help me save her from the heat. Let’s make a litter.”
Again the sisters regathered beside Xendra with the intention of taking refuge in what was left of the forest that fringed the field.

Edited by: Zena 1 at: 2/23/03 1:14:04 pm

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phalon1
(2/27/03 12:44 am)

What's the Buzz? Tell Me What's Happening.

Phalon scouted the edge of the clearing for branches that could be used to make a litter for Xendra. Fallen branches were aplenty, brought down by the windstorm they had suffered through this morning. How long ago that seemed. How much had happened since then. It was midday now and the sun that beat down on the clearing where the morning’s battle had taken place was searing. Flies buzzed in the air and gathered on the gore that was once Xendra’s army of minions. Phalon hated flies. Disgusting creatures they were. The sight of them gathering in hordes sickened her, their buzzing, deafening to her ears, and the task of finding branches at the edge of the forest, away from the din, came as a relief to her.

It was determined the best course of action would be to get Xendra away from the clearing and out of the sun. Phalon wasn’t sure this was the wisest of moves, but looking down at her friend, broken and withering in the heat, could not let her lie there suffering. She had to believe that some part of Xendra’s true being still existed in that twisted, evil creature that lie crumpled on the meadow’s bloody ground.

Had the entire world gone insane? A question she had directed at Red personally moments ago. A question that Red had answered affirmatively - simply and without hesitation. Phalon wiped a trickle of sweat from her forehead, while continuing to shift through limbs, looking for ones strong enough to hold Xendra’s weight, and thought about the stranger who had entered their lives when this hot, unrelenting sun was just rays of light peeking over the treetops, bringing light into the new day. A stranger who wielded an axe with such force that nothing seemed could stand in its way, and, accompanied by her three ravens, held such power that none of them could even begin to understand. A woman who sucked up and devoured the winds of evil, ingesting them like a bad meal, eaten only out of necessity to prevent hunger. Who was she, and what did it mean to them that she was here with them now?

Phalon continued her search for branches and answers, while the buzzing flies droned on.

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1 Xwpfan
(3/3/03 11:48 am)

Re: What's the Buzz? Tell Me What's Happening.

Xendra laid there there broken bruised and very much confused.. but the Evil remained.

The Evil power that had coarsed through Xendra was what had kept her going, no matter how tired or wounded.. but now that the Evil one was reeling from its failures ..Xendra laid helpless.

Without the Evil one's full powers within her Xendra was no longer immune from sickness or even death.Xendra was fading fast Xendra's throat grew dry and parched, her tongue turned a grayish pink..her skin grew dry and scalely.

As time passed it was obvious her cells were slowly being deprived of oxygen..her heart was straining to pump its own blood, she grew feversih and weak.

Xendra' s tried to move but her limbs which were bruised and cut felt dead and useless.As xendra laid there helpless she tried to focus on the events at hand but, she could not concentrate and her eyes gave only blurry images...aided by remants of Evil , she could still make out what the others could not see..that a great chasm- a division of sorts was happening amongst the evil followers.

Xendra saw the results as the news spread rapidly of the Evil one's failure.Chaos broke out amongst the remaining followers- all around horrible unseen fights and squabbles broke out- all lines of comunnication broke down ..the air was filled with insults cursing ,sarcasm , every sick disgusting thought and unchecked emotion imaginable was let out.

Bewildered, the Evil one watched in silence, as the Amazons considered rescuing Xendra.

Evil could not help but marvel ..for it was an expected turn of events. Evil could not understand why would they risk their lives in order to try to save to redeem Xendra? Why not just let her die?

Evil considered its options as it watched them scurry to find wood for a liter. What curious beings these Amazons were.
They had been grossly underestimated..but no longer..Evil began to plot and to plan..soon it had formulated its newest assault against the Amazons.

Evil would use what it preceived as fatal weakness to undo the pesky Amazons. Love for each other.. for there is often a fine line between love and hate...

Reinvigorated Evil commanded it's remaining followers presence- reluntanctly they heeded their master's bidding.

In one evil incantation the half of the Evil's followers became annoying flies, mosqusitoes, insects and rodents .With every flap of a wing or a buzz,the evil poison of the Evil one was being delivered through the buzzing and crawlling creatures. As they swarmed they were insidiously spreading the vile messages

As the sun began to beat hotter Xendra's condition worsened, wounds began to seep and odors began to emanating from Xendra which began to attract flies and other creatures of the earth.

Xendra could hear the lies and filth but could not even raise a hand to swat away the growing swarm of flies,mosquitoes and insects.

All Xendra could do is watch helplessly as the small tribe became entangled in a swarm of Evil.

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Re: THE ZENA SCROLLS: CHAPTER II



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Zena 1
(3/6/03 8:58 pm)

Re: What's the Buzz? Tell Me Why It's Happening.

When she returned from the forest edge, Phalon threw a few good sized branches down beside Xendra’s body and a cloud of mosquitos flew up at Zena when the branches hit the soil.
“Hey! Watch it! Ouch. These things are as hungry as Bacchae for my blood! You stirred them up by dropping those logs!” Zena stood up, slapping at the swarms around her. Large welts were beginning to form on her jawline and ears as the creatures took their share of her blood. The incessant whine they were making was becoming unbearably irritating.

Phalon’s temper was also fraying as she brushed away the clouds of flies that had caught themselves in her hair. “By the gods! Flies! I hate flies! And they were just branches, NOT logs, Zena. You’re the one who wanted to make a litter.”

Evergreen spat out a fly she had inhaled and growled at them both, “Stop arguing. All you too ever do is talk. Nothing ever gets done because you all have to talk it out first.” She wiped her sweaty face with her sleeve and scratched the bites on her hands.
“This humming or buzzing or whatever it is, is making me crazy!” Blackwolf was scratching under the colorful bandana that protected her head wound. The insects were gathering around it and trying to creep under the cloth.

Zena tossed a stick at Black Wolf who caught it just before it hit her nose. “Could you stop playing with that silly looking bandage and give me a hand here? I’d like to get out of the sun before it sets!” Black Wolf raised the stick as if she were going to hit Zena but cracked it in two over her knee instead.

Gabby’s form was outlined in flies and mosquitos and although they couldn’t see her hands the group could hear her slapping at them. “Let’s get this done and get out of here”, she called, her voice barely audible over the slapping sounds she was making.

They turned to the task of lashing a litter together but began to quarrel about it’s design. Phalon tied two branches together but Zena took them apart. Red split a few sticks with her axe a little too close to Evergreen’s boot and Zena grabbed her sister’s forearm as she brought a fist back to punch Red’s head. Evergreen shook her off and ducked a large cloud of insects buzzing near her eyes.
In a few minutes, the buzzing of the pests was drowned out by the sounds of the sisters shouting at one another. Words were transferring into actions and fists that forever had only been raised at a common enemy were now turned against each other in the stench of the battlefield and the scorching sun of noonday Greece.

Edited by: Zena 1 at: 3/7/03 3:14:50 am

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EvergreenLM
(3/6/03 10:04 pm)

Cool Water

They turned to the task of lashing a litter together but began to quarrel about its design. Phalon tied two branches together but Zena took them apart. Red split a few sticks with her axe a little too close to Evergreen’s boot and Zena grabbed her sister’s forearm as she brought a fist back to punch Red’s head. Evergreen shook her off and ducked a large cloud of insects buzzing near her eyes.

In a few minutes, the buzzing of the pests was drowned out by the sounds of the sisters shouting at one another. Words were transferring into actions and fists that forever had only been raised at a common enemy were now turned against each other in the stench of the battlefield and the scorching sun of noonday Greece.

“Hold it!”, shouted Evergreen trying to make her voice heard over the incessant droning of a multitude of insects…..ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmm,they sang.

The noise was disconcerting and distracted the group from their purpose while the stifling heat moved raw emotions to the precipice of overt harm to one another.

“Everyone, just stop. Stop what you doing, stop what you are thinking. Just don’t move.”

Phalon threw the branches down blowing an errant hair from her sweaty forehead. Blackwolf emitted a low growl, while little Gabby protectively ducked behind Zena. Red was contemplating a second opportunity to send Evergreen to the netherworld with her bloody boots on. Xendra shifted and moaned on the ground oblivious to the strife among the sisters occurring as they stood around her form not being the intended help as was their first intention.


Zena, being the only one among them that had somehow maintaining a semblance of clarity in the situation, gave Evergreen the pensive “oh, what are you going to do now” expression.

Evergreen silently looked at each and every one of them…her friends…her family. How did it come to be this way? They had endured challenges in the past, had shared laughter and tears and a sisterhood that bound them not by blood, but by love one for the other.

The hot wind zinged in the tree branches as the insects continued their taunting songs. Evergreen’s knees weakened and she feared the heat would take her down. Her words came slowly and as almost a whisper.

“I remember the cool water Zena…the day you fell in at the dock sinking beneath the waves. Remember… I laughed and thought you were pretending that you did not know how to swim. But then I knew…I swam to you, pulled you to the post at the pier. The water…was cool…it soaked our clothes...our boots slogged as we we walked...we stretched out on the dock afterwards and watched the sun set over the Aegean as it came in and went out...do you remember the sound? Do you remember the cool water?”

A hush fell over the group and the sound of waves lapping the shore was heard as if they all were standing by the edge of a great sea. The heat began to leave the land, the insects were banished and became silent. The trees swayed with a breeze from the north bringing with it soft, gentle, rain falling from a cloudless sky. The Red Woman looked up at the three black feathered ones perched on a low pine branch and smiled… cool water.

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"It is What it Is"

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phalon1
(3/8/03 2:16 am)

Evil has a Name

Phalon came into the clearing and deposited the branches she had gathered next to Xendra, stirring up a swarm of mosquitoes as she did. “Hey! Watch it! Ouch.” Zena yelled, slapping the bloodthirsty insects from her skin. “These things are as hungry as Bacchae for my blood! You stirred them up by dropping those logs!”

“They are branches, not logs”, Phalon retorted through clenched teeth. She was growing increasingly irritable. The stifling heat, the sticky, stagnant air, the swarming of the insects around her head and their incessant drone, had frayed her nerves. She quickly grabbed two branches, slammed one down perpendicular to the other and with the exaggerated motions of a child having a tantrum, lashed them together.

Zena, who had stood watching with hands on hips, boot toe tapping the ground impatiently, undid the knots just has quickly as Phalon had tied them. Phalon threw her hands in the air in exasperation. “Ok then. Think you can do it better? Well, be my guest!” Agitated, she bent down, picking up a couple more branches. “Here, have some more logs”, she hissed as she threw one over to where Zena was retying the branches, narrowly missing her hands.

Phalon let out a puff of breath upward, blowing a strand of hair from her sweaty forehead. “Ugh. This mass of hair”, she thought, “is driving me mad. I should have never given Blackwolf my scarf. How I wish it were up and off my neck. I have half a mind to have Red chop it off with that axe of hers.” Phalon glanced over to where Red was chopping branches, narrowly missing Evergreen’s boot toes. "Of course, she'd probably take my head off too, just for fun."

“Don’t you think you’re coming a mite too close there?” Phalon called out to the Red Woman.

“Wha ye be implyin”, Red asked slowly, eyes narrowing.

“I be implying that you need to watch what you’re doing before you chop off someone's foot”, Phalon said, walking over to where the two woman were working.

Red stood, stretching to her full height, her axe still raised. Phalon tightened her grip on the branch she was holding, smirking at the absurdity of the possibility of using it as a defensive weapon against Red’s axe. Evergreen shot Phalon a look that said, “Butt out. I can handle this better myself”. Red took a step closer to Phalon. Phalon reached out with her free hand and pushed her back. Once again, upon contact with Red, Phalon was overcome with images of a pasty faced man, shackles, imprisonment, and intense feelings of fear, despair and loathing. She remembered Red’s warning from their last physical contact, “Dinnae be touchin’ me. I cannae be protectin’ ye from me past.” She quickly pulled her hand away.

She felt the sting of a mosquito bite on her arm, and while Evergreen and Red continued the argument, Phalon was assaulted with an onslaught of jumbled epithets inside her head. Utterings of madness, violence and rage.

“Hold it!” shouted Evergreen. “Everyone just stop…” Phalon dropped the branch she was holding and brought her arm up in front of her face, staring at the mosquito as she listened to Evergreen. An insect, Phalon realized, that was once Xendra’s minion, transformed by Evil, and before that, a man, transformed by hatred into a creature that Evil coveted. Evil fed off hatred, just as the mosquito was feeding off Phalon now. She reached up and slapped it.

“Do you remember…”, Evergreen continued. I remember, Phalon thought. I remember being in the hallway, watching my past reflected in images through an open doorway. I remember watching …. a young version of herself creep into camp and one by one slaughter the sleeping men who had killed her one true love. With each plunge of the knife, her hatred increased. It coursed through her veins hotter and faster. The rage welled up inside her waiting to explode like a volcano ready to spew its’ molten lava. Her breathing was heavy and eyes wild with fury.

A gentle rain began to fall over them, cooling the air, and cooling the anger that had grown as searing as the wave of heat that blanketed them. Anger, fear, despair, loathing, violence and rage all derived from one thing. Phalon brought her finger and thumb together, “Hatred”, she said aloud, flicking the dead insect from her arm. Looking up at the group of women she loved, she said, “Evil’s name is kedos…Hatred.”

Edited by: phalon1 at: 3/8/03 1:54:33 am

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1 Xwpfan
(3/9/03 10:16 am)

Evil I know your name

Xendra laid on the ground in agony watching mere blurried images ofher freinds bicker and argue. Xendra knew the source of their discontentment and anger but could do nothing to help them.

Xendra mind fought to find a way to contribute to help but her physical body was now racked with painful coughing and fever, boils were begining to form and the seeping wounds were now dried from the exposure to the ungodly heat.

A blurred image appeared out of no where,it's figure and mannerisms were familar to Xendra but she could not yet place it as it began to speak.

The figure coyly said "Xendra you have much to learn yet- you are not done. You must draw closer to the Evil one to know how best to defeat it.

Xendra stirred and mumurred "No.. that's not right..."

The figure knelt down and whispered,"Then how do you propose to defeat it?"

Xendra paused and tried hard to focus..."I can't defeat it...Evil will defeat itself..with a little help from my friends."

The etheral image laughed and said "You honestly believe Evil will be its own undoing? Look at your sisters they can't even build you a liter without trying to kill each other- listen to them curse and squabble."

In that instant Xendra knew to whom she spoke- "You are are Evil- you are the father of lies and the contribute to the misfortunes and tensions.You feed upon the fears and man's inhumanity to man- you encourage it and breed it. It is from you that shame guilt and remorse are borne.

I know you..you resided in my heart for years...I do know you.. I know your name ...you exist within the hearts of man because the choose not to be rid of you..you lie to them and tell them hate is easier than love...You are Kedos-You are Hatred."


"The figure laughed and interupted her, "Yes you know me..you know how powerful I am. You now know it is far easier to betray then to remain loyal."

Xendra recoiled at the words. Xendra felt the words drawing her in.. the words rang true to heart even if she knew they were lies.

Xendra's weakend heart pounded , her blood ran cold as she spoke..."I have done things that I know my sisters think are betrayal,but I have always been loyal."

Kedos laughed,"Oh I see trying to kill them was being loyal?!!! You were not loyal to them, you were loyal to me.Nothing you can do or say can change that."
You're dying you know..you can either serve me willingly or I will receive your soul in tartuarus and torment you for eternity..either way.You are mine! ."

Xendra nodded she knew in this he spoke the truth, for she had already sensed death beckoning...Xendra had faced death and was not afraid but this time there would be no Elysian Fields no reunion with loved ones- no Puella just eternal damnation with the ones she fought so hard against.Eternity with Kedos - her body shuddered.

Muhahahhaha." Kedos resounded with a gleeful laugh as it left.

Xendra laid there whimpering...suffering excruiating pain. In every sense of the word Xendra was now alone physically, mentally and spiritually..Xendra had never felt so lost and so alone..

Kedos observed from a distance ...waiting for Xendra to surrender to self pity and hate..Kedos knew that soon Xendra would be ripe to fill the aching void within her with self doubt and hate.

Xendra was desperate ..she had been in this position once before many years ago..Yet this tiime it was different she was not as stong or as calm ..this time she was not as sure of the outcome.

All she could do is try one last time to warn her sisters...and hope they that could figure it all out in time. if only they had found the scrolls she had written ...

Xendra sighed and shut her eyes and tried with all her might to reach Phalon with her thoughts-" Kedos... our enemy is Hatred"..over and over she thought the same thought..never knowing if her thoughts were reaching their desination or not...

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Success is liking yourself,liking what you do and liking how you do it.-Maya Angelou

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BhenRudha
(3/12/03 9:15 pm)

On the Crimson Edge

"Take it if that is what you need. I give it to you, Bhen Rudha, but hear my words friend, it will come with a price if it is lifted against any of these you see beside me," Evergreen said, turning away. Zena looked between her friend and the stranger, then took the smaller warrior's elbow, moving them a few steps away for a more private conversation.

The priestess looked at the sword newly returned to her hand and spoke silently to her ravens, *I fear that before this is finished, I will be paying that price, though I would rather keep these women as friends.*

Witch's voice came from far away and Bhen Rudha could feel the raven marshaling her energies, *Do not invite trouble, Sister, for our plate is full enough already.*

*Wise words,* said Widow, who watched over the group from her lofty tree branch.

*This is far from over, Sisters,* commented Warrior, *it could very well come down to a confrontation. I would rather our priestess be prepared for it.*

*Also wise words,* sighed Widow.

Bhen Rudha echoed that sigh then looked to see Blackwolf standing nearby. The other woman smiled lightly and said, "You have my help and all of the power I possess. I will stand by your side."

With a small smile, the priestess lifted the sword in salute saying, "Yer words be meanin' much ta me . . . go raibh maith agat." The smile widened, "Be thankin' ye," she translated before Blackwolf asked.

Zena and Evergreen returned to where Xendra lay, and got a litter in the works. Most of the women left to gather wood, but Bhen Rudha stayed, watching the broken form on the ground. The only movements the priestess could see where the sporadic rise and fall of her chest, and the quick flicker of her eyes. Coiled within, her piece of Evil cackled at the shell it once inhabited. It was excited about this new spirit that it rode with, knowing that there was power to be had. It brushed up against the winds and the rage contained by the tall, slim frame and knew that it was only a matter of time before it could take control. While the air grew hotter and more still, the priestess concentrated on keeping her actions her own.

A buzz slowly descended from clouds as Xendra's eyes widened. Thick swarms of insects formed seemingly out of the air and set upon the group of women. Used to the biting midges of her homeland, Bhen Rudha ignored the onslaught for the moment, silently expressing her sudden frustration at how long it was taking to move the broken woman from the battlefield. She had told them what needed to be done, and so far only Blackwolf had been smart enough to listen.

Some of the women were finally returning with materials for building a litter, and with a sigh of impatience, the priestess slid Evergreen's sword through her wide belt so she could be of assistance. The sooner they got the traitor out of the sun, the sooner they could begin the process of saving her worthless life.

*Those are not thoughts worthy of a priestess . . . control thy self,* Warrior chided, sitting upon her perch, untouched by the swarms.

Stung, Bhen Rudha blinked and took a deep breath of the foul tasting air. She looked around to see where best she might direct her efforts and watched Phalon and Zena snap at each other. Curling her lip in distaste at the juvenile antics, she choose not to help them. Then she noticed Evergreen motioning impatiently to her.

When the warrior woman saw she had the priestess' attention, she pointed to the large pieces of wood she had gathered and made chopping motions with her hand . . . as if she were giving directions to the simple minded. The insult was clear and Bhen Rudha came very close to calling the woman out for it. But instead she simply stalked forward, raising her hand axe as she went.

It took a forceful reminder that she had been charged to do this, to help this group of women, before Bhen Rudha lined up the wood and brought the weapon down in a tight, controlled arc . . . just a tiny bit closer to Evergreen than she had originally intended. An honest enough mistake of course, though the thought of taking the pretentious little woman's toes off was not distasteful in the slightest. Crimson swirled at the edges of her vision and for the first time she felt the welts that were beginning to rise on her skin. She wished that Zena had minded her own business and let Evergreen try to hit her.

"Don't you think you're coming a mite too close there?" Phalon called out, breaking into her gory little fantasy.

"Wha' be ye implyin'," she asked slowly, eyes narrowing.

"I be implying that you need to watch what you're doing before you chop off someone's foot", Phalon said, clearly mocking the way that the priestess talked. The ignorant little seer then walked over to where the two woman were working, obviously butting into what was none of her business.

Stretching to her full height, her axe still raised, Bhen Rudha watched Phalon tighten her grip on the branch she was holding, then recognize the absurdity of daring to use it as a defensive weapon against a fully trained war priestess. Her vision washed crimson, and she took a step closer to the little seer.

Phalon reached out with her free hand and pushed with what little strength she possessed. Upon contact, the priestess knew that once again the woman was overcome with images of him, of the iron shackles she had worn and the knowledge that for four long years she had been nothing but a rich man's exotic play toy. She hoped that the nosey shrew got her fill . . . it was just what she deserved.

*Priestess!* Warrior roared through their link just as Evergreen raised her voice in a frantic plea.

Edited by: BhenRudha at: 3/16/03 7:19:14 pm

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Zena 1
(3/14/03 7:59 pm)

She Soothes Sisters Down By The Seashore

“Everyone, just stop. Stop what you doing, stop what you are thinking. Just don’t move.” Evergreen raised her hand, palm out as if to stop the flow of anger pouring from the sisters. They were buzzzing at each other in the same way as the insects and each entertained thoughts that had never surfaced before.
Zena, gave Evergreen the pensive “oh, what are you going to do now” expression that also held a hint of exasperation and clapped her hands over her red, throbbing ears. The mosquitos had chosen to feast upon that tender tissue and the itching was driving her to distraction. “Can’t they see this is making us annoyed with each other? Ha! Mighty Amazon warriors felled by little bugs,” she thought. She tilted her head back and groaned, “Arrgh!” with her ears sealed against Evergreen’s voice which was soothing her companions: “Do you remember the cool water?”

As she stood holding her head, eyes closed, she realized that the heat which had been assaulting her body was leaving and a cool dew was collecting on her face. Slowly she let go of her ears and and looked around. Evergreen’s eyes were closed too but she seemed to be “seeing” something far away, something refreshing. Zena saw the bites on her arms healing and her skin being washed clean in the gentle mist. Red and Phalon who had squared off against each other began to relax and as Phalon gasped with her hand over her mouth at her behavior, Red bowed her head with a sheepish look on her face. In the nearby pine overhead, the feathered ones cawed and fluffed their plumage and on the ground Xendra sighed with relief. She was being washed clean too.

Zena threw an arm around Evergreen’s shoulders and shook her with a smile. “Did you cause that??” It’s wonderful. It’s so good to be cool again, and the bugs have washed down into the ground!!” “I was just thinking of what I would like to feel instead of this anger. I was remembering that great day swimming in Aegina.” Zena laughed and gave her a llittle push in the small of her back, “Great day for you! I nearly went to live with the fishes!” They both laughed and bent to tie the branches back together that Zena had just untied. The dewy mist became a gentle shower as they all helped to position Xendra on the litter and lift her to cross the field. As they walked toward the forest edge, the air chilled a bit more and in a few moments time the shower had become a downpour. Zena shivered and grabbed Evergreen’s sleeve, “Hey, turn this off! It’s a little too much of a good thing!” Evergreen looked at her across Xendra’s inert body, “I can’t! I don’t know how I started it!” Phalon looked back and frowned and Red scowled. Black Wolf gave an exasperated “Humpfh.” The tempers which had cooled down were reigniting in the cold and wet.



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BhenRudha
(3/16/03 8:09 pm)

Cooling Crimson

"I remember the cool water Zena . . ." Evergreen said in a hushed voice, bringing everyone's attention around so that they could hear.

Bhen Rudha shivered despite herself, the echoes of Warrior's shout still ringing through her mind. *Sisters, what has gotten hold of me? These thoughts are not my own.*

*It is the cold venom of Evil that courses through you now . . . priestess you will eventually fail if you wait too long,* the three ravens spoke at once, braiding their voices together not unlike the Goddess.

"The water . . . was cool . . . it soaked our clothes . . . our boots slogged as we walked . . ." Evergreen continued to speak softly, her dark eyes closed and her face turned up to the sky.

Dozens of insect bites burned her arms and face, and the priestess wanted the cool water. She imagined the sacred well that she and her mother had once gathered at for ritual. The water flowed up from the ground, cold and sweet, blessed by the Goddess and generations of women. The image in her mind became so vivid that she reached to cup some of the crystal clear liquid in her hands.

A second set of hands met her own, the warmth of them startling. Looking up, Bhen Rudha stared into the changeable eyes of the Morrigu. ~Drink, Daughter, and be cleansed,~ She said, holding out a goblet filled to the brim. Taking it in trembling hands, the priestess kept her awe-filled gaze upon her Goddess and brought the goblet to her lips.

The singing of the wind and the dancing of the waves filled her ears as the blessed spring water cooled her throat and tempered the crimson that remained at the edges of her vision. She felt the madness stirring within her, no longer fanned by the bites of a hundred hateful souls, back under her control.

Part of her felt the rain that began to fall over the group of women, when she finally lowered the goblet from her lips. The priestess handed the goblet to the Morrigu, saying with a small bow, "Thank you Lady, for such grace." The Goddess only smiled in response.

The vision began to fade, returning Bhen Rudha to the present, to the rain, and to her raven sisters perched upon their low branch. Before she could gather the thoughts, the trio spoke, *The Lady has brought you only a respite, and you are forgiven.* The last was spoken with a smile, and the priestess felt her lips curving in answer.

Edited by: BhenRudha at: 3/16/03 7:24:46 pm

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1 Xwpfan
(3/17/03 9:21 pm)

Intimate stranger

Xendra laid in a fetal position wishing she never existed .. she was beyond all hurt physically and emotionally now she just had a empty dull ache.

Xendra tried to focus on the small group as she did fragments of memories would play out in her head, making it impossible for Xendra to merely observe.

Xendra could only watch in helpless horror and frustration as she saw Kedos's minions buzzing about swarming about and biting her sisters, her former friends..

Xendra felt so distant from them like she was an initmate stranger amongst them. Once their strongest ally now preceived as their worst enemy and traitor.

Now, she was left to their mercies, whether she would live or die was left in the hands of women that she had attacked with the fullness of her power. Xendra laid there feeling useless and completely helpless.

Xendra realized she had now forefited every dream, every desire and every hope she had ever had in order to defeat Kedos.All she had wanted was to save her sisters and had woefully failed.

With every realization Xendra was growing more weary. Xendra no longer felt grounded or connected to anything or anyone, she was fading into nothingness- every breath was more than what she wanted to take- she wanted the agony to end.

Realizing Xendra was nearing her end, Evil began its seduction again- reminding her that she had lost everything and everyone. To love or to die either would be torturous ..only to serve again would bring relief and power.

Xendra resisted and curled up tighter. Pulling inward to protect herself from anymore physical or emotional harm.

Xendra 's attention was being divided, but she tried to focus on her sisters words rather than Kedos's.

Xendra as she heard Evergreen speak of the cooling waters pleaded ..."No! Please don't call forth an element!"
Xendra groaned in agonized alarm.

Panic gripped Xendra's overtaxed heart for Xendra knew what they did not ..that Water had already been given it's charge- once unleashed the unbridled power of the waters would not be able to be stopped without her in command..not without her orders...

Moisture quickly filled the air.

At first the rain drops were cooling but soon became painful and annoying.Tiny dew drops and droplets of rain were cascading down pelting Xendra.

Xendra even with her blurred vision, peered past the gleeful Kedos and could see the gathering clouds and the dense fog moving over the horizon., A fog so thick and deep that one could pass along aside another and never know. .

Xendra knew too well what their fate would be if the waters were fully unleashed...

Xendra using every last ounce of physical strength she herself possesed turned and looked at Kedos.

Xendra desperate to save them found herself yet again speaking the once unthinkable." What is it you want from me?"

Kedos laughed,"How sweet still trying to save your lil friends are we? Forget it - the Amazons will soon be gone and I will rule and reign as I please."

Xendra spoke "What will be left to reign over? Who will stop the raging waters or the the tidal waves and torrental rains or lift the rolling fog?

Without my orders..my command it will continue on for eternity and there will not be anything left in existance for you to rule."

Kedos studied Xendra she was still a formiddable opponent even with her beaten and frail body. " What is it that you propose?"

Xendra began coughing the moisture was infiltrating her weakened lungs, her voice grew raspy and weak. "I want back the power to stop it .. but I do not want to serve you or lead your minions."

Kedos laughed and said, "I will never return you to power without your servitude in return ... forget it!"

As Kedos spoke ... Lighting erupted in the heavens - flashes of light lasting but an instant gave witness to the horrific unbridled power had been unleashed upon the earth.The rivers burst their banks, the ocean waves grew in stature and in strength, the clouds opened up with gusting winds and torrental rains, hail fell from the sky and fog began swallowing the air around them and the ground began to swell from the rising waters beneath them.

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Edited by: 1 Xwpfan at: 3/21/03 2:52:21 pm

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gabbyfan4ever
(3/20/03 12:10 am)

waters rising

As Gabby looked at the huddled form of her friend Xendra lying on the ground, she marveled at the way someone she knew so well, her sister, could turn into a complete stranger. The shell of an Amazon the girl saw before her was the same woman who had helped take care of her since she first met the Amazons, and yet she was so different. So many things were different.

Gabby could not remember the last time her sisters had fought amongst themselves like they were now. They never had. Now, it was all anyone could do to keep from throwing a punch, including Gabby. It was intensely hot, with the sun beating down on all of them, and now these disgusting flies were everywhere.

At first the swarm was only a mild annoyance that sent Gabby complaining to her mother. "Mom, these flies are gross, and they keep biting me! Can't you make them stop somehow?" After receiving a sharp answer in return, Gabby began to lose patience fast, and the swarm was only getting larger. It took everything Gabby had to keep from completely loosing it at the thought of so many disgusting insects on her at once. The young girl tried to stay out of everyone's way, and keep her temper in check at the same time, but the smart-mouthed comments were popping up in her mind more and more. After having ducked behind her mother more than once at the threat of an all out brawl among the sisters, a reprieve seemed to come just in the nick of time.

The first drops were like a soothing ointment to the itching, burning bites that covered Gabby's body. As the the rain got heavier all the anger and annoyance seemed to be washed away along with the insects. It became clear how silly she had been for getting angry so easily.

However, the refreshing feeling was soon downtrodden as the rain began to pelt at the Amazons, and looked as if it would end no time soon. "Of course we couldn't just have a nice refreshing rain. We have to get a downpour in the process!", Gabby mumbled sarcastically. Soon her clothes were completely soaked through, and she was shivering from the cold. "M-m-mom, I'm c-cold.", the girl said to Zena as her teeth chattered.

Little Gabby huddled in her mothers arms in a futile attempt to stay warm in the incessant downpour that surrounded the Amazons. A pervading sense of cold and numbness overtook Gabby, and just as quickly as the rain did, anger seeped into her skin with every drop. "If this rain doesn't stop it will be over my head soon.", Gabby thought to herself pessimistically as the waters rose ever higher.



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(3/20/03 9:46 pm)

My Sister's Keeper?

The dewy mist became a gentle shower as they all helped to position Xendra on the litter and lift her to cross the field. As they walked toward the forest edge, the air chilled a bit more and in a few moments time the shower had become a downpour. Zena shivered and grabbed Evergreen’s sleeve, “Hey, turn this off! It’s a little too much of a good thing!”

Evergreen looked at her across Xendra’s inert body, “I can’t! I don’t know how I started it! I don’t know IF I started it! "

"There you go again, giving me that look,Zena."
If I had my way, it would rain until we can float a boat and leave this gods forsaken place. If you ask me, and you didn’t, I think all of this is the perdition of that one and her flying friends... who by the way might just make a tasty meal. Hmmm…raven stew with wild radishes, raven roasted over hot coals…”

Red turned away from her contention with Phalon, stomped in Evergreen’s direction while clenching her axe with a purpose long overdue. Phalon, while relieved of her confrontation with the formidable stranger, knew something oh so not good was about to occur. With Red’s back walking away from her, Phalon caught Zena’s attention.

“What?” an exasperated Zena shouted at Phalon while raising both hands in the air. Phalon pointed at Behn Rhuda followed by chopping signs and more pointing-this time at Evergreen.

As the import of Phalon’s frantic message took roost in Zena’s mind, she spun around, grabbed Evergreen by the collar pulling her out of a downward swoop of a very large axe blade.

The blade collided with the ground making a thunderous “Voomp!” as it sliced into the boggy earth. The blade’s master pulled it free with an “Ummp” as the wet soil dripped off of it instead of Evergreen’s blood.

“You are mad! Just as mad as the triumvirate of furies all rolled into one being!” A dark cloud of anger rose in the eyes of the small warrior.

Evergreen pulled free of Zena, and as a group of surprised faces looked on, ran at Red tackling her at midwaist. The two went crashing to the ground with the axe taking flight and landing perilously too close to Blackwolf.

As the two women rolled on the soggy ground, Zena stood watching. As the others went forward to separate the pair sloshing and slipping as they exchanged muddy blows and fowler curses, Zena’s arm went out to block the rescuers.

“No, this was a long time in the making. Keep them away from weapons so they really don’t hurt themselves and let it be. It is what it is. Back off, all of you.” Looking to the tree line, Zena gave the three shrieking ravens a clear message that this was not of their dominion.

As the two fought for victory of an unspoken challenge, Zena thought how opposite as the sun and moon these were, and yet became more alike as the muddy clay covered them blending features as to the extent it became difficult to see where one began and the other left off.

Crossing her arms and hip thrust to the side, Zena smiled thinking... this is quite amusing and just when ya think the day could get no worse…

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"It is What it Is"

Edited by: EvergreenLM at: 3/20/03 9:05:41 pm

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phalon1
(3/23/03 9:33 pm)

A Spoken Word

“Back off, all of you”, Zena said.

Phalon felt helpless standing by, watching the two women fight. She supposed Zena was right in that Evergreen and Bhen Rudha must work this out in their own way, but Phalon had an uneasy feeling deep in the pit of her stomach. She continued to watch, not interfering, as the fight intensified. She focused her attention on Bhen Rudha, and again wondered who was this woman and what were her intensions.

The rain pelted her face, droplets of water dripping from her drenched hair and into her eyes. She shut them for a moment to clear her vision. When she opened them, the world around her was colored crimson, as if she were looking through a veil of sheer red silk. Again, she tried to clear her eyes, shaking her head, trying to rid herself of the intrusion, but the crimson remained, now more vivid and darker, flooding her vision, as the driving rain was flooding the forest floor around them. The veil of sheer red silk became a heavy cloak of blood. And the garment belonged to Red!

“Zena!” Phalon shouted through the rain. “Zena, we have to do something. We need to stop this now!” A word. A word she had heard only in her mind.

“Phalon, I said this is their business. It’s between Red and Evergreen.”

The word. What was it? What was the word? “That’s where I believe you’re wrong, Zena. I don’t think that is Red out there fighting Evergreen.” The word. The word. The word.

“Evil?” Zena gasped, her eyes wide.

Phalon nodded. The word, dammit, the word. Zena rushed towards Red, who simply reached up and strong armed Zena into the ground. What was that damn word! Evergreen lunged again at Red, grasped her by the waist, taking her down and the two slammed back into the mud. Red gained control and straddled Evergreen. By the gods, please remember that word. Red grabbed Evergreen by the shoulders and began plummeling her head into the ground. A sickening thud. Over and over. The word, the word, the word, the word. Blackwolf sprang forth, but Phalon knew her attempts would be futile against the rage possessing Bhen Rudha.

This had to be stopped now! Evergreen was going to end up dead if Red was not distracted quickly. Phalon centered her attention only on Red, grasped Nemesis’ wheel, braced herself for whatever the outcome and closed her eyes.

A foul smell, his hot, putrid breath in her face. His greasy sneer mocking her. A sweaty hand against her cheek, fingers trailing in a sickening caress, leaving the feeling of cobwebs being pulled from her skin. She flinches and turns her cheek away. He grabs her jaw, jerking her face back towards his. Leaning close, so that she can see her reflection in his soulless eyes, he whispers….

“Gaza!” screamed Phalon.

The ravens cawed nervously from their roost.

Edited by: phalon1 at: 3/23/03 8:44:09 pm

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1 Xwpfan
(3/23/03 11:35 pm)

Inner anguish

Xendra laid there on the hand hewn liter being pelted with cold stinging rain, each drop brought a certain negativity about it a coldness that was more than tempature but in Xendra's state she was somehow impervious to it 's powers, she just laid there nearly comatose looking blankly at Kedos.

Xendra closed her eyes hoping against hope the memories would like the rain come flooding in, but instead she got mere flashes, but even they were enough to fill her heart with bittersweet joy and laughter.

Why did she feel so far away from all of them ,so distant and lost? Why did the memories feel so ancient and far away when they really weren't from all that long ago?
Why did it seem she could never have a chance to be in a family setting with her friends ever again.Xendra knew in her heart it was because she and she alone had betrayed and hurt them.

Kedos was reading her thoughts and said,"You are right, your friends will never look at you the same. You have lost there faith and thier trust, you no longer deserve to be one of them.instead of protecting them you brought them pain anguish and turmoil. They will never forgive you!"

Xendra silently nodded in agreement,she knew she had done and said unforgivable things.

Xendra laid there with wet salty tears rolling down her cheeks melding with the pelting rain...wanting to surrender to give in ... Xendra closed her eyes she wanted to to enter into endless tiredness and nothingness..she just wanted to let go..to no longer think feel or be .

As images were draining form her mind Xendras head jerked up with a start..all that could be heard was a sound of ahrrible commotion.

Xendra opened her eyes only to see Evergreen and the red haired stranger going at it. Fear like she had never known overtook Xendra.

Out of desperation Xendra grabbed Kedos cloak and forcibly pulled it and him down to her level and demanded to know "What have you done!?".

Kedos laughed,"You are not in a position to demand anything of me. Yes, your love for them is returning and its growing stronger but it is too late for you already foreited their love for you and for yourself with out it - I am invinvicble!"

Xendra released his cloak and began to sob . Xendra knew the words were a horible truth- for once his words were not lies.

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