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Re: THE ZENA SCROLLS: CHAPTER II



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1 Xwpfan
(4/12/03 10:24 pm)

Melee in the Mud

Lost in her own thoughts, and still reeling from Puella’s anger, Xendra sat there holding up the muddied parchment. Xendra was unaware for a millisecond; of the growing danger to Evergreen's or even Puella's life and well being.

It was not til the clanging of swords that Xendra became alerted back to her surroundings. Xendra turned just in time to see Puella strike away the sword that Red intended to kill Evergreen with.

Despite whatever misgivings between them, Xendra instinctively sprang to her feet to defend Puella and the others. Xendra was not going to let Red or anyone else kill or hurt one of her [sign in to see URL] if they no longer wanted her.

Puella’s and Lil Gabbyfan had already come to Evergreen's defense and were already valiantly battling Red. Xendra waited for an opening to join the attack.

Xendra watched Red's every movement and read her intentions to go after Puella. Without thought of herself or of her safety Xendra quickly joined the melee against Red.

Xendra stood amazed as she watched Evergreen, she could not fathom that Evergreen could even stand let alone offer herself as a sacrifice or fight.

As Xendra neared Red she spotted the footprints in the mud , Xendra grimaced realizing it had to be Lil Gabbyfan and prayed that Lil Gabbyfan would not undergo a similar brusing fate as Evergreen. .

Xendra tried to distract Red from her mission, she taunted Red “Come, Come after me- I posses the other half of the power that resides in you.!!”

Red paused in her fighting for a second as she mulled it over and then and then continued to try to advance towards Puella.

Puella being put in peril by Red caused overwhelming rage to burst within Xendra. With one final deep breath and a deep growl Xendra harnessed the hate burning within – hatred for Kedos, hatred for herself, hatred for past deeds and hatred for what she had done to the tribe.

For a brief moment stood face to face with Red and found herself peering into the seering eyes of Red …and saw a mirrored reflection of self.

In that moment Xendra something snapped within Xendra, Xendra was now fully controlled by hatred.

Xendra did not comprehend that she was not fighting Red but every demon, every bad memory or experience her brain and heart could process .

Xendra gave herself over to the darker insincts, she unleashed every ounce of palpable hurt and anger, she let years of pent up hurt,agression and rage fly…all at Red.

In madness and insane anger Xendra delivered excruciating body blows to Red, and with each successful strike Xendra's anger and actions grew more wild.

Xendra delivered non stop blow after blow to Red’s body- body blows that would have hurt or killed mere mortals merely seemed to strengthen Red instead of weaken her.

After a while, every blow that Xendra would land against Red,Red answered with an equally punishing blow to Xendra .

Xendra not being used to being beaten, began to use every weapon in her [sign in to see URL] even began to kick and claw at Red ..whatever it took to distract or weaken the enemy.

As the battle continued on Xendra came to realize that Red’s strength and hatred were of equal caliber and strength to her own . Xendra became disconcerted at the growing knowledge that she no longer held an advantage over Red, for her powers and strength were only equal to Red’s at best.

Xendra exhausted her anger and frustrations and began to weaken slightly. Xendra soon realized that someone or something HAD to do something to tip the scales otherwise Red may easily rip through the remants of the Amazon nation.

Xendra could only hope her strength would last... that all their strength would last for without the others battling Red also, Xendra knew in her heart that she would be quickly vanquished.

Something far within Xendra's heart and mind told her that something far stronger than hatred was needed if they were to survive...

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phalon1
(4/14/03 9:05 pm)

Justice a Moment, Please

She will need a battle, one to the death.

She watched Bhen Rudha charge Puella as she rode towards them. She saw swords clash, but it was through a daze that she watched. It was as if time was standing still for her at this moment. The sounds of the fight, and shouts around her were muted, coming from somewhere in the distance.

The raven, the one referred to as Widow, needed her help. Her help in deciding that one of them should die, in order that Kedos attempts at control be thwarted. Was this a ruse? Why should the Widow be trusted? Who was to say that the vision of the old woman on the hill was not one that Kedos itself had conjured up, trying to deceive Phalon and cause her to play into it’s hands. It did not feel so to Phalon, but no good trick ever felt like a trick to the deceived, did it?

What if she chose wrong? The price to pay was ultimate, either way. One of them must die in order for Bhen Rudha to come into the knowledge of how to banish Kedos, or let Kedos reign supreme. A sacrifice made for the Greater Good. The decision was placed on her shoulders and she did not know if she could make it.

And why her? Who was she to decide to let it happen, to decide what was just?

Phalon watched a beaten and bloodied Evergreen stagger between Red and Puella, putting her own life at risk for that of her sister. It was amazing, but Phalon would expect nothing less. Nothing less from any of them. Time and time again each of them had put their lives on the line for one another. And now she had been asked to purposefully make a choice that would end life for one of them? Not now. Not at this moment. She would not let it happen.

Phalon raised the Wheel of Nemesis and aimed towards Red. Just as she was about to release it “chakram style”, as she had seen Zena do many times over with her own chakram, she watched Red fall back as if pushed by an invisible force. Gabbyfan! She could not release the wheel now, for fear of hitting the girl.

As she stood with the wheel motionless in her had, but still poised and ready to hit it’s intended mark, Phalon stared at it’s silver spokes coming from the hub of gold, likes rays from the sun, encased in a rim of gold.

Who was she to render divine justice?

Perhaps…

A raven lit upon the rim of the wheel that Phalon held. She stared into the black pools of it’s eyes and saw the image of an old woman on a grass covered hill. The bird cocked it’s head from side to side and cawed. Yessss!

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Zena 1
(4/15/03 8:04 pm)

Time

When Red suddenly went over sideways and had to deal with Puella simultaneously, Zena made a grab for Evergreen. With her hands under Evergreen’s armpits she pulled her backwards from her kneeling position and dragged her toward the treeline away from the wildly swinging Red. Under a large sheltering pine that had somehow withstood the recent upheavals, she tenderly set her friend down and gently pushed her back against the tree. As soon as she was seated Evergreen struggled to get up again, trying to enter the brawl that was developing on the field.
“Stop. Just rest for a breath. You are still cloudy in your head,” Zena cautioned.
“I can do this.”
“I know you can. In a bit. Give it a little time.”
Time. There was never enough time. Always moving from place to place, always another fight. There was seldom time to simply enjoy the friends and the places they saw. And this battle, which had been raging for what seemed like years, how much more time before they could rid themselves of the evil which Zena now knew lived in each of them uninvited.
Zena glanced back. Gabby was moving around Red, the mud depressed as she stepped, but Red was too distracted by Puella and the sword of Ares to figure out where she would move next. She was still able to duck the swinging blades and land a blow or a kick. Blackwolf hoped to subdue Red in a hold so that she could communicate in their own extraordinary way but she was moving too much for her to restrain her. Xendra too was in the melee, and it was hard to tell who was actually battling who with arms and weapons being tossed about indiscriminantly. Only Phalon stood apart with the wheel held up as if she would throw it like a chakram. She seemed dazed and Zena thought it wise to pull her back too until they could sort out sides. Zena became aware that in her hand she still held the sword of Artemis and as she turned back, she formed Evergreen’s cold hands around the handle, close to the hilt.
“I know you will be up as soon as you can stand.”
She grinned at her sister who smiled weakly in return.
“You know me, don’t you?”
“I should, we’ve spent a lot of time together! Since you are going anyway, I might as well give you some help. Take the sword, I’m going to grab Phalon before the fight moves too close.”
“Be careful.”
“Oh, you’ll still get your stack of shirts..”
“And the tree..”
“Yes, the tree too.”
Zena crouched and ran around the the tangle of bodies, all slashing, pounding and beating on each other. Just as she crossed in front of Red and she was looking at the ground for Gabby she caught a motion out of the corner of her eye. Puella had come from behind Red with her sword extended after executing a flip to dodge Xendra. As Zena turned toward her she felt something strange and cold at her belt. She looked down slowly to brush it away and saw the gleaming sword of Ares had run her through. Time stood still it seemed, as she brought her head up to look into Puella’s eyes. She opened her mouth to speak but no words would come. Her arms were strangely heavy and lifting them was difficult. With great effort she placed her hands on Puella’s shoulders to steady herself. Looking past her she thought she saw Ares, clapping his hands in a slow rhythm of applause and Athena and Artemis reaching toward her. “I must be dead. I can see the gods.” Her head turned instinctively to search for Evergreen and she saw the dark eyes against the bruised pale face. As she closed her eyes she heard, “Zeeeeenaaaa.” Time had ceased.

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phalon1
(4/15/03 10:18 pm)

Justice a Moment, Please (Part II)

Yesss, the Widow raven seemed to caw.

The Wheel. The Wheel was the key. This gift from Nemesis was the deciding factor in the decision put before her. She had to know before making her choice. She prayed that the Goddess of Divine Justice and Retribution heard her plea.

Nemesis, please hear me. When you presented me with this Wheel, you told me it had the power, once set in motion, to change one’s course of action. Goddess, I need to know, can it change the results of one’s actions, without the course being altered, if the intent of those actions are just and true, but with horrific results? Please hear me. Tell me now.

A faint whisper, so soft, like a small babe breathing on its mother's neck as she held it, blew in the wind. Phalon heard just before she heard Evergreen’s anguished scream, “Zeeeeenaaaa!”


Edited by: phalon1 at: 4/15/03 10:26:07 pm

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(4/16/03 7:11 pm)

The Promise

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For without your hands
your battle cry
your timid fearless roaming eye
I would be awkward hands with no flag
with no pulse
no boast to brag
but alone,simply
Alone.

-from a night without armor
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The night was as black as the lake next to which they all slept. No moon watched over them. The wavering light of the stars above gave sharp contrast to the darkness. The camp fire had dwindled down to a soft light and only a few crackles and pops of the wood were now heard. Tall pine trees shared their fragrance as their branches swayed in the breeze as if directing the night sounds. The small group of young Amazon girls lay haphazardly sleeping in their own unique positions. Evergreen hated the overnight trainings held deep in the forest where all things unknown abided. Sleep was difficult.

“Evergreen?” A hushed whisper called out.

“What now, Zena? Are you not asleep yet?

“Did you ever wonder what happens to people when they die? Mother said a great winged chariot comes and carries warriors to the other side. Do you think it hurts to die…do you?”

“If you don’t stop asking me so many questions, you will find that answer for yourself very soon…go to sleep Zena.” Evergreen crossed her face with both arms.

“Do you think I will die in battle someday…would you miss me…you never cry… would you cry for me?” Zena’s voice betrayed her real fear of separation.

“Oh, for mother of pearl, Zena. No, you won’t die in battle someday. You will live to be a…chatty old woman talking up a storm as I pass over. Now, go-to-sleep.”

Zena softly followed with, “No, Evergreen, I mean it…tell me…please.”

Evergreen rolled over and propped her head on her hand. Quietly and with great compassion, the protector gave her true answer. “No, Zena…you will not…I will not allow it. I promise you that for [sign in to see URL] always.”

Evergreen heard a relieved sigh through the darkness.

“Thank you, I knew you’d say that. Evergreen?”

Gently. “What Zena?”

“Why are you not asleep?”

“Stop. Just rest for a breath. You are still cloudy in your head,” Zena cautioned.
“I can do this.”
“I know you can. In a bit. Give it a little time.”

Zena became aware that in her hand she still held the sword of Artemis and as she turned back, she formed Evergreen’s cold hands around the handle, close to the hilt.
“I know you will be up as soon as you can stand.”
She grinned at her sister who smiled weakly in return.
“You know me, don’t you?”
“I should, we’ve spent a lot of time together! Since you are going anyway, I might as well give you some help. Take the sword, I’m going to grab Phalon before the fight moves too close.”
“Be careful.”
“Oh, you’ll still get your stack of shirts..”
“And the tree..”
“Yes, the tree too.”

And in a the midst of the clashing of swords, chaos, groans, and the whir of a wheel flying through past and present… for Evergreen and [sign in to see URL] stood still.

“Zenaaaaaa!”

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Zena 1
(4/17/03 9:11 pm)

In Between

Suffocating silence. Silence pushing in on your ears. No breath sounds, no rustle of cloth, just silence. The darkness is so black that it has a texture of it’s own, rubbing against you, living just outside your eyes. Is there something, someone in the void? Where is the moon? There is always a moon. How long am I to bathe in this total absence of life? Time is frozen in the moment between the grains of sand that fall in the glass, in the space between heartbeats, in the moment after you exhale. Alone in the silence. Remember the promise you made to me. . .

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EvergreenLM
(4/17/03 9:46 pm)

The Promise II

Evergreen watched as Zena slowly fell…knees buckled…that look…astonishment and pain…all in an instance before she melted to the ground like dripping candle wax.

Stunned silence. No one moved, nor spoke. Swords glistened in the light frozen in mid strike. When she hit the earth, the sound was like thunder in Evergreen’s ears and she had felt the blade as it entered Zena. She grabbed her side expecting to see crimson stained hands. But it was not so, not this time. This time, it was not as it should have been.

Puella gasp as Zena fell away from the bloodied blade of the sword still held tightly in her grip.

The others, standing near the fallen sister, parted as Evergreen moved between them and knelt to the ground. Bruised hands covered the gaping wound as blood flowed like a raging torrent.

Evergreen looked up and searched each face of the tribe. “I cannot make it stop…I promised…I made a promise in the dark.”

With a feral sound that reverberated throughout the silent forest, Evergreen turned her face towards a stricken Phalon. “Help her!” Anger began to rise up in dark eyes.

Slowly, Evergreen turned to the stranger in their midst.

“I should have killed you when I had the chance. Better I died trying than to be witness to this."

Evergreen stood and reached out a bloody hand. Red lifted her sword higher as she took a step back with a balancing stance.

Evil reveled in its grand showing of power.

“By all the gods Priestess, I have failed my promise… go ahead… do it! I won’t let her leave this world alone…I will not…I will not!

Again defeated, the proud warrior leaned into the Red woman and quietly whispered, “Please…just send me there…with her.” With the words spoken, a lifetime of withheld tears fell to the ground mixing with Zena’s life force. And as the liquid crimson ebbed out onto the cold, uncaring earth, a smirking Ares clapped… “Bravo…well done…well done by all.”

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phalon1
(4/18/03 11:53 pm)

Calculated Trust

“Zeeenaaa!” Phalon was abruptly snapped out of her thoughts. That tone. The sound of her name being screamed in that way made the hairs on Phalon’s head bristle and sent a cold knife blade sinking into her heart. It was a sound that would be forever etched in Phalon’s mind.

She turned in time to see Zena crumpling to the ground, the life ebbing out of her like the tide of blood which poured from the wound in her side made by Ares’ sword.

Stillness. Disbelief. As Evergreen knelt down next to her friend - her sister, they stood, gathered around the two woman in the shocked silence that follows an event so momentous that time seems frozen in place, cold and unfeeling, until it again starts ticking away, oblivious to the pain felt by those drowning in it’s wake.

The quiet was broken by a cry, and time started again. “Help her!” Evergreen screamed, her eyes pleading with Phalon, but knowing what she asked was not possible. As Evergreen turned towards Bhen Rudha, Phalon knelt next to Zena. “I can not”, she replied quietly, “Not right now.” She brushed a strand of hair from Zena’s ashen face, leaned close and kissed her forehead, whispering something inaudible to those around her.

“…go ahead…do it! I won’t let her leave this world alone…I will not…I will not! Please…just send me there…with her.”

Phalon rose to her feet and turned towards Evergreen. “No, Evergreen. What you will not do is give in. Have you ever? Has Zena?” Phalon placed her hands on Evergreen’s shoulders with a sideways glare at Red, daring her to intrude. She turned her head back and looked into Evergreen’s eyes. “Listen to me now. Keep faith. Believe.”

She led her back to Zena’s lifeless body and sat her down. “Stay with her now. Stay with your friend and keep faith. Above all, Evergreen, keep faith.”

Phalon left the two together, and picked up the sword of Artemis where it lay fallen, discarded and forgotten by the one whose hand Zena placed it in. The feel of the weapon felt good in her hand. It had been a long time since she held a sword, her weapon of choice. As she flexed her wrist, testing it’s weight in her hand, an absurd smile briefly crossed her lips, remembering a comment her mother made concerning her sword and her culinary skills - or lack thereof.

The smile faded as quickly as it appeared, and with a calculated decision and carefully choosen words, Phalon turned towards Bhen Rudha and hissed, “Look, Celt.” Spreading her arms wide, “See what you have done? Was this what you had envisioned when you came to help? See what you have caused. Turmoil, strife, hatred between us. It’s all happened since you appeared. You and your damn ravens. Now death. What else, Bhen Rudha? Tell me please.” Phalon sneered, the blade in one hand, the wheel in the other. “Tell me. Tell me, now. Was is all part of your plan, Gaza?!”


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(4/19/03 10:32 am)

Deafening

Gabby had felt this only twice in her entire life. Once when her family was crucified by Romans, and now as her mother lay dying on the ground. Gabby stood there a child old enough to comprehend, but too young react. She heard nothing and saw nothing other than Zena losing her life force on the ground in small rivers. Her knees buckled, and Gabby crawled unseen to her mother's side. She pulled her helmet off and touched Zena's hand. Her stare was blank, but the tears streaming down her face carried the deafening, crushing weight of all the thoughts running through her mind. The world around her went on, but Gabby's world was utterly still.

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(4/19/03 12:13 pm)

They will not die in vain

Swords clashed as Puella and the Red stranger battled furiously…Suddenly Red tumbled heels over head as if she was thrown off balance by an unseen force…Gabbyfan, it had to be…

Watching the ground in between each swing of my sword…Impressions in the mud shallower then the footprints of the warriors as they battled. I strike for the warrior’s arm, she counters the move blocking my motion…attacking with all my might to keep this woman’s attention focused upon me…Knowing that Gabbyfan’s advantage is that of surprise…I could only hope that she was able to back off enough from the scene to evade the warrior and her rage…to keep her defense at full capacity.

Each clash of the swords echoed in my ears…my heart racing, the sounds of my breath becoming more grunts and pants as I felt the power of Ares’ sword race through me.

Suddenly an image appeared between us…Xendra, I have no time for you, was my thought…I flipped over them both landing behind Red…Swinging around, my sword prepared to strike…stepping as if in slow motion.

I feel a resistance in the movement of my blade…”I got her” I boasted to myself…my confidence building as I realize this battle can be won…My eyes scan the sword of Ares from my white knuckled hands upon the handle…scanning up the blade…the blood dripping…the cloth on the blade from my victim…Catching my breath…this is not the garbs of the Red stranger…

I look up the figure before me…Into the eyes of the first Amazon I had attempted to capture…the first Amazon who I released from the cage, in the roman camp…the first Amazon to show me that I could be something more then what I was…The first Amazon to gain my respect, as she was a warrior, heart and soul…fighting for survival…for her tribe…for her family…Her eyes staring into mine, her hands upon my shoulder as she steadies herself…My heart stopped, my breath held…My ears echo with the sound of one word…Zeeeeeennnaaaaaaa!!!!!

Evergreen ran towards her as she fell to the ground…I pulled Ares sword from Zena, its blade glowing with the blood of the brave warrior…I watch as Evergreen charges Red…in a mission to give up her life rather then go on without the one she loved so dear…her sister…her family…”I will not let her leave this world alone?” I [sign in to see URL] I rush to block her path, I see that Phalon has already done [sign in to see URL] her back to Zena's [sign in to see URL] two women who taught me more about being a warrior then any training in the world…By example, through trust…caring, sacrifice and love…That you don’t have to be blood to be family…and that family is worth dying for…

With purpose in my eyes I look around to find Gabbyfan…Speaking aloud, in hopes that she would hear, “Go to her side…let her see you.” Watching Phalon as she attempts to care for the two warriors…looking for a reason, a solution. Watching her grab the sword of Artemis. “No Phalon you are not a swordsman…your powers are mightier then the sword…Focus on the power, of the spirit…let me handle the body.” My words started with a stutter but gained strength as my determination to end this… I hear Phalon’s words as she spoke to Red…Bhen Rudha so that is your name…anything with a name can be defeated…The sword of Ares still glowing…my rage overwhelming…the pain in my heart crippling.

You will not win…My sister will not die in vain…

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“No Phalon you are not a swordsman…your powers are mightier then the sword…Focus on the power of the spirit…let me handle the body”, said Puella.

How could Phalon have thought she could enter this alone? Foolishly naïve, she had an idea that if she herself provoked Bhen Rudha into the battle she needed to perhaps save them all, that the others would be spared the wrath of the blood lust swirling within the Priestess, straining to be let loose. A lust that once released, could mean death for some, but ultimate redemption for the whole in the end.

She hooked her finger through the silver chain around Puella’s neck, running her fingers over the links that led to the silver and emerald bull, and cradled the amulet in her palm, looking into the green stone that linked herself and Puella together in a spirit not either woman fully understood. Clasping her hand around the talisman she felt searing heat within her palm, a heat that brought not physical pain, but a spiritual one in the realization that she could not keep Puella out of this.

She released the necklace, letting the amulet fall back into place next to Puella’s heart. “Together, then?” she asked, looking into Puella’s eyes.

Returning her gaze, “Yes, together”, was the reply.



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(4/20/03 11:43 pm)

Crimson Prayer III

“Another dream that will never come true . . . just to complement your sorrow.”
- Disturbed “Prayer”


“My sword will not kill one of our own!” Evergreen screamed through battered lips.

The blade halted of its own accord, answering its mistress' call. Bhen Rudha groaned inwardly, feeling once again all semblance of hope turn to dust within her. Without a weapon, or even a fight, she could not complete the task set before her by the Lady. It was all . . . every bit of it . . . for nothing.

In silence she watched Evergreen move forward with Zena’s help. What could she say? What would they believe?

Nothing.

So she waited.

Finally the Amazons stood before her and Evergreen said, “I guess perhaps priestess I have not made myself clear with my words, and now you will return what rightfully belongs to me or I vow I shall kill you for your refusal. My own father died at my hand and how less you are to me than him?”

If she had not been used to being considered simple property, the small warrior’s words would have stung deeply. As it was, the priestess could only stare, struck dumb entirely by the situation she had found herself in.

“I wish you no harm. I wish only peace from the torment I see in your eyes, but hear me now, give me back what you have or kill me with it for there is no middle earth in your decision,” Evergreen continued, despite protests from her friend and protector.

She truly did not want to kill anyone, least of all this warrior that stood so noble and defiant before her. Kedos whispered against such thoughts, and the priestess turned her mind to the Goddess to keep such evil at bay. She felt trapped in an upward battle, each time she thought to end the fight, another obstacle rose. Hopeful to hopeless and back again left her exhausted.

Would that she could do as Evergreen asked, just lay down the sword and walk away. It was clear that the priestess had no real place here. And perhaps that was only just, for they had seen little to commend herself to them.

*Witch cast herself outside of the Wheel for this, you will not walk away,* Warrior said softly, angrily, while the raven continued to struggle with the rainbow scarf.

*When given two choices, seek a third, priestess. Are you a servant to be ordered by these women?* Widow followed with acid in her voice.

But, if she gave up the sword, she would be weaponless . . . useless . . . worthless . . .

*The Morrigu does not place trust in the worthless, priestess. She has sent you to this task, you and no other. Or have you forgotten the image branded into your back?* Bhen Rudha could not tell which raven had sent those words, but they cut deeply and she drew a deep breath.

Behind her the priestess suddenly felt the energies of the War God approach. Determination flavored the air she pulled into her lungs, and she realized what could be done. She could not dare to hope again, but she could trust . . . for at least she knew the nature of war. If, in the end they hated her, she could survive with the knowledge that she had triumphed for the Lady.

Evergreen’s sword remained raised, unwilling to be used against its mistress, and quivered against the strength of Bhen Rudha’s arm. I would not harm your true wielder, she thought to the spirit of the blade, trust that my stroke will not connect, that it will be blocked by the one carrying the War God’s blade. If this trust proves false, my soul is forfeit in any case. Please help me to save them all.

Bhen Rudha willed events to fall as she wished, and that her claims of savior would not be a lie. A vibration went through the weapon, down into her arm and to her heart. The weight of the sword rested freely in her hand once again.

In that moment, Evergreen knelt without fear and said, “Do what you must do.”

Committed to her course of action, the priestess played the part and taunted the bloodied Amazon, “I though’ ye be sayin’ ye be tha one killin' me. How do ye be doin' tha on ye knees?”

“Kill me, and you will kill yourself. Kedos will have his hand maiden and put your body and soul back in chains. Do you not know this by now? Save yourself and you save us all,” Evergreen answered, then sat back on her heels and closed her eyes.

The priestess glanced up at Zena, who glared in silent hatred at the one threatening the woman who shared parts of her soul. She took up a guardian position behind Evergreen and leveled the sword of Artemis at Bhen Rudha. “Strike her and you will be in Hades, or wherever your people go, before you can take another breath. Fight the evil and gain both soul and body or give way to it and lose both.”

I will gladly pay the price should my stroke land, the priestess thought to Evergreen’s blade again, waiting for the War God’s sword to be in place. In those last moments she drank in Zena’s rage, savoring the honesty of the emotion. Hate me, and we will have a reason to fight.

A raven’s call carried over the clearing, and Bhen Rudha tensed her arm to strike at the kneeling Amazon. Muscles bunched, released, sent steel falling toward flesh.

She could have cried out in relief as a loud clang rent the air announcing the collision of steel. The Amazon holding War in her hand leaned in and spoke, calm but strong, “You will not harm one of my own!”

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BhenRudha
(4/21/03 1:59 am)

Crimson Prayer IV

“Another love that I've taken from you. Lost in time, on the edge of suffering.”
- Disturbed “Prayer”


Electricity ran up Bhen Rudha’s arm as she met the sword of the War God, Ares. Recognition was stronger this time, and it cleared some of the muddle from her mind. Her warrior’s heart flared at the contact and sent a wave of heat down her sword arm. Kedos shrank away from the clean fire of the two war deities, and the priestess heaved a small sigh of relief.

She gladly stepped back from the woman, Puella was the name that came from one of her ravens, and brought her blade around for a second engagement. It was about this time that her knees were taken out from beneath her by a surprise attack. Growling in anger, Bhen Rudha swung blindly, feeling the blade slice shallowly through something. Must be the little one, she thought, and rolled to her feet.

Unwilling to be blind sided again, she began a wild looking pattern, clearing the area around her with flashing steel till she could regain her center. Eventually she found the bootprints that gave away the young Amazon and positioned herself to be harder to tackle. It was then that Puella stepped in to exchange a quick flurry of testing blows.

Before she could settle herself into the dance, Xendra called out to her, “Come. Come after me, I posses the other half of the power that resides in you!”

If she had wanted power, she would have killed every last one of them already. As it was, she had to take a moment to will Kedos back into silence after it had tried to echo Xendra’s wishes. It was growing harder to concentrate, to keep her focus while fighting a constant mental battle with not only Hatred, but with the winds that remained her unwilling captive.

Bhen Rudha flicked her amber-green eyes at Puella, who had backed off when Xendra had made her announcement. Respect for the warrior grew within the priestess even as she threw herself back toward their fight.

The beginnings of madness came quicker this time, and soon she felt the rising thunder that eluded to the presence of her Goddess. The simple joy of battle gave strength to her limbs and lightened her breath. Her awareness expanded to take in her surroundings, enough so that she was able to evade Xendra’s first attack.

Fury twisted the tainted Amazon’s face, and as the priestess looked into her eyes for a bare moment, she knew that she was no longer the woman’s true target. Nevertheless, she faced now both sword and broken pieces of a quarterstaff, and the new challenge brought her closer to the edge of madness, though it was not the dance she had been searching for.

As she faced Xendra’s frenzy, she felt Kedos swell within her, waiting for the moment to strike and gain a new avatar. Her body hurt, bruised and scratched as it was by the woman possessed by hatred. Grimly she continued, facing the wild, the war blessed and twice more the hidden woman. But in this melee she could not find enough space to fall into madness.

She needed to subdue Xendra so she could concentrate. The woman had abandoned her staff in exchange for feet, fist and nail. The closequarters fight made it easier for the priestess to catch the other in the face, smashing her nose. As Xendra’s eyes glazed from the pain and shock, Bhen Rudha brought the pommel of Evergreen’s sword down upon the spot below the ear that would knock even the strongest warrior upon the ground.

Xendra fell as expected, and the priestess was just beginning to turn to meet Puella, who had flipped elegantly over her head to gain some advantage. She was brought up short by a pair of wide hazel eyes and a scream that held such endless pain that she nearly lifted her voice in echo. Zena stared at Puella, shock and sadness etched upon her features as she slowly fell to the earth.

She had truly never meant this.

The winds howled and Kedos roared within the shocked confusion of Bhen Rudha’s mind. Blindly she stepped backward when Evergreen turned toward her, “I should have killed you when I had the chance. Better I died trying than to be witness to this.” The Amazon reached and the priestess backed away further.

“By all the gods Priestess, I have failed my promise . . . go ahead . . . do it! I won’t let her leave this world alone . . . I will not . . . I will not!” Evergreen’s words just barely pierced the surging din that was threatening to overtake her. Unable to move even had she wanted to, the priestess steadied herself from habit when the Amazon leaned against her to murmur, “Please . . . just send me there . . . with her.”

Phalon appeared then, seemingly out of nowhere, to push Evergreen down beside Zena, speaking urgently. In those heartbeats, Bhen Rudha struggled to reach within her the connection she had with the Morrigu. Please, I would do this for you if I could. Please, your daughter needs strength. Please, I have come too far with too little and can no longer stand.

A winter’s chill swirled through her mind, laying a snowy silence over the screaming, giving her the chance to breathe. ~Let go,~ said the eldest face of the Morrigu.

The red-eyed raven upon her back seared itself anew, making her heart beat strong and fast. Strength flushed through her muscles, and she stood straighter. Take the price, thundered the middle face of the Morrigu.

An image of the end of Kedos rose vivid before her eyes, giving her the hope she had desperately needed. Do not despair, said the first face of the Morrigu.

The priestess did not understand all that the Lady meant, but she was infinitely grateful for the respite. Tears pricked her eyes and she lifted her face and prayer heavenward. Lady, had I known upon that day on the hill that I would have suffered so for You . . . I would still have willingly pledged my soul to You.

~Beloved Daughter, know you are not forsaken, we await you at your ending,~ came the braided voice of the triple Morrigu.

Trembling with pent up emotion, Bhen Rudha opened her eyes to see a wrathful Phalon who had just turned from Puella and stood with arms spread. “Look, Celt. See what you have done? Was this what you had envisioned when you came to help? See what you have caused. Turmoil, strife, hatred between us. It’s all happened since you appeared. You and your damn ravens. Now death. What else, Bhen Rudha? Tell me please.” Phalon sneered, the sword of Artemis in one hand, the wheel of Nemesis in the other. “Tell me. Tell me, now. Was is all part of your plan, Gaza?!”

A pair of ravens rose screeching into the air, and the priestess followed their wingbeats with an aching heart. She had known them too short a time. Lady grant they met on the other side. A tide of love and pride came from the remaining members of her Triréad, sending a tear to slide down her cheek. *Fly free my sisters,* she sent, then forcefully shut her mind away from their well meant distraction.

She blinked and finally met Phalon's gaze, crimson filling her eyes. Once the monochrome vision settled, she found voice enough to speak. And though her eyes betrayed her answer, she forced the words to come out thick and strong. “Oh . . . aye. Bein’ after sendin’ ye all ta tha Summerland . . . dinnae be worryin’ yer pretty head o’er it.”

And for what she believed to be the last time this turn of the Wheel of Life, Bhen Rudha, forever devoted to the Morrigu as a Bandroi an Cogadh, gave voice to her Goddess and raised her sword to strike.

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Re: THE ZENA SCROLLS: CHAPTER II


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BhenRudha
(4/21/03 5:44 am)

Crimson Prayer V

“Let me enlighten you . . . this is the way I pray.”
- Disturbed “Prayer”

The dance was deadly from the outset. Bhen Rudha could feel the plainer metal of Evergreen’s sword groan beneath the weight of godforged steel. Only her own powers as a priestess allowed her to keep the weapon at all.

Puella and Phalon fell quickly in a rhythm, so seamless was their partnership, that it was as if they had been fighting together for years. The Amazon struck hard and fast, the red glow of the sword of Ares leaving broad streaks in the air long after. The mystic constantly sought to catch the priestess in a fatal trap, the white-hot flame of the sword of Artemis almost too dazzling to look at.

Caught within the onslaught, the priestess felt herself begin to flag. She struggled to find the quietude of thought that would allow her to slip into madness, but found her efforts blocked by the muted struggling of the winds.

Executing a twisting leap forward to escape yet another trap set by Phalon, Bhen Rudha rolled quickly to her feet and brought both hands to the handle to block a bone jarring blow from Puella. She tried to begin a battle hymn, but her lungs burned, as exertion and the winds shoved the air from her body.

Sensing a moment of weakness, Puella shifted her weight forward, forcing the priestess to lock crossguards. The Amazon grinned ferally, knowing that Phalon would be there shortly with an end stroke.

She could feel the heat from the sword of Artemis burning her tunic as she twisted and dropped desperately away from the pair. As she cursed her less than perfect reflexes, Bhen Rudha heard Phalon’s taunting voice, “What is the matter, ‘war priestess’, are we too much for you? I’m going to send you to Hades, so don’t worry your pretty little head over it.”

Instead of wasting precious breath in answering, she lashed out a kick to Puella’s knee, and a high slice to Phalon’s face. With the bare second the attack gained her, the priestess sent her thoughts inward, to find the madness that was her gift. She found nothing but wind.

~Let go,~ came the memory of Bobd’s voice, and this time the revelation was instantaneous. Bhen Rudha threw herself into a series of backflips, trying to gain the seconds she would need. Bracing herself, she faced her advancing opponents, and released the winds.

A scream was stolen from her as the element tore itself violently free. A sudden cyclone knocked Puella and Phalon to the ground and sent the others curling to protect their faces. When the howling stopped several moments later, the priestess took a deep, free breath and lifted her voice in a shrieking battle hymn before launching herself back into the battle.

The shift was obvious. Where once Bhen Rudha managed only to keep herself from getting killed, she now managed to send one or the other occasionally backpedaling away from the whistling steel of Evergreen’s sword. She could still not gain the upper hand, but it was a step in the right direction. The battle raged on.

Trying a new tactic, the Amazon and the mystic came at her together, one stabbing high, the other low. The priestess could see no way of deflecting both strokes, and decided that she would rather take a leg wound than a shoulder cut. She counted the heartbeats it would take before the pair closed their trap and gave up the last of herself over to the dance.

Thunder sounded deep within her soul, a frenzied joy rising like a geyser through her body. She screamed again, this time in rapture. The Morrigu filled her, and in that communion, Bhen Rudha felt no fear, no hate, nothing but the fire of battle. Her consciousness fell away, and she became aware only of the sword in her hand and the two that were raised against her.

Intricate details of muscle and eye shift spoke her opponents’ moves before they made them. Time felt slowed by a divine Hand. What had once been a no win situation became a simple matter to counter. She bared her teeth, and in the last heartbeat before Phalon tried to stab her through the thigh, the priestess sidestepped, twisted and bent backward, dodging both the sword of Artemis and the sword of Ares that sliced the air over her chest.

The near impossible move caught Puella off guard, allowing Bhen Rudha to grab her wrist and swing the sword of Ares at Phalon. The two godforged blades met in a crash, releasing a blinding flash of light. As the afterimages faded, the priestess straightened, turned and brought her blade down upon the other two. “Now . . . shall we be dancin’?” she said, her eyes shining like a pair of garnets, “Tha Lady be e’er pleased by tha grace o’ well drawn steel.”

Puella’s mouth dropped a little as the ghostly outline of giant raven wings lifted into the air from Bhen Rudha’s back. She took several steps back, pulling Phalon with her. They had barely enough time to steady themselves before the priestess was upon them again.

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Bhen Rudha knew that as the rhythms of the combat evolved, the others felt just the edges of her own battle madness, the deep focus that came when emotions are set aside. Energy pooled around them, feeding back into the warriors. Their breathing evened, and what was once only a sword fight became a deadly, beautiful dance. Faces once twisted with rage smoothed into expressions serene and nearly smiling. For this was not about blood lust . . . but rather the perfect union of flesh and form.

Bhen Rudha wanted nothing so much as to stay forever in this instant. She felt like lightening, moving with a sudden strength and speed that was nearly too fast to see. Watching her partners, she saw that the hatred that lit Puella’s eyes was gone, replaced by a calm acceptance. The War God’s sword pulsed with her heartbeat and she moved with the snapping, flickering elegance of fire. Phalon was limned in the white brilliance that was the sword of Artemis. Her green eyes were clear and tranquil as she fought with the flowing, infinitely shifting glory of water.

They were exquisite, as she felt she must be.

This was her gift to the Lady. This song of steel and blood. Each strike was a line in a glorious and epic poem. She stretched to her limits and found them answered in kind by the glowing power of two foreign gods.

Never in her entire life had she ever been so . . . happy.

But in the hyper-awareness that was the battle madness, Bhen Rudha found the name that had come at so dear a cost. Insulated as she was, the wound ached from far away, not enough to cut her concentration. She allowed herself a last, long moment to revel in her celebration of the Goddess, then spoke over the scrape and chime of steel against steel, “Be thankin’ ye, sword-sisters. Ye be givin’ me such grace as I ha’e e’er known. Perhaps we be meetin’ again in anather turn o’ the Wheel, aye?”

Confusion flickered lightly in Puella’s eyes, though she said nothing of it. Phalon only nodded, as the three continued to dance. Content that there were to be her last moments of life, the priestess took a deep breath and screamed, “KEDOS!” as Puella thrust the sword of Ares through her shoulder.

Lightening lanced across a cloudless sky, bringing thunder that left the ears deaf. Bhen Rudha spun lightly, following the steps of the dance, knowing that this time she would most likely be caught in Phalon’s mortal trap. Protected by the divine hand of the Morrigu, she could feel the slick evil move inside her, drawn out by one of its names.

Something so primaeval could not have been named originally in Greek, so this time she spoke in Gaeilge, calling up power from the language of her homeland, “FUATH!” As the name left her lips, Phalon sliced cleanly through her thigh with the sword of Artemis.

Lightening struck the ground between the combatants, throwing them backwards. The fight broken, the priestess found the battle madness slipping away and struggled under the weight of the energies she had summoned.

Bleeding heavily and suddenly weak, Bhen Rudha focused every last ounce of will on saying the demon’s first and truest name. The alien syllables tore from her throat, warping the fabric of reality. Conjuring images too evil to understand, the name fell for the first and only time upon human ears.

As the syllables finished to echo, the priestess fell to her knees, blood streaming from her nose and ears. Gone were the phantom raven wings and the garnet colored eyes. From her body streamed an oily black cloud, joined by one from Xendra’s body, with smaller streamers pulling from the rest of the women in the clearing.

As she coughed up thick gobs of blood, the blackness coalesced in the air over their heads, growing denser and darker with each passing moment. Purple lightening arced through the cloud, building up to strike down the mortal who dared.

Finally, with a shaky breath, the priestess lifted her face and stared at the evil that hovered over her. With her shattered voice, she pronounced, “Thrice I be namin’ ye. Thrice I be claimin’ ye. From this world ye are banished by me!”

The cloud screamed, lightening lancing out in every direction. One fork struck the priestess, lifting her keening into the air and throwing her away into the surrounding forest. With that last act of revenge done, the cloud began to come apart, unable to remain. It fought, the center of the cloud boiling with activity, seeking some way out of its sentence.

“From this world you are banished by me!” yelled Phalon suddenly, tears of memory and terror streaming down her face.

“You are banished by me!” howled Blackwolf, who lofted Bhen Rudha’s axe in defience.

“You are banished by me!” screamed Puella, picking herself up from the ground.

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(4/21/03 5:44 am)

Crimson Prayer V (Continued)

“Let me enlighten you . . . this is the way I pray.”
- Disturbed “Prayer”



“From this earth you are forever banished by me!” shrieked Evergreen, who cradled her worst nightmare already within her arms. She was echoed shrilly by Gabby, and then the screeching cries of the ravens.

The remaining power that lingered in the clearing gathered and shot through the remnants of the blackness, tearing it asunder and scattering it into the winds. The sky was eventually revealed, azure and shining. A fresh little breeze meandered through the clearing, as if wondering what had just happened.

Into this freedom, the priestess’ ravens sent their harshest calls, circling high above a patch of forest. Those brave enough to follow would find Bhen Rudha crumpled upon the ground, with a broken leg and dislocated shoulder. She was unmoving, impaled upon Evergreen’s sword, price exacted as promised.

She lay with one arm outstretched, the fallen body of a raven tragically just beyond her reach.

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At a stand still

Xendra knew Red was becoming more powerful more dangerous with each [sign in to see URL] could feel the anger and hatred that fueled her own power being drawn away and into Red.

As the thoughts consumed her,Xendra fell out of rythm of the battle. Xendra's movements were disjointed and half hearted at best.

Red sensed the moment of weakness and struck with power and [sign in to see URL]'s fist rammed right in the bridge of Xendra's nose with a tremendous crack, then Red brought the pommel of Evergreen’s sword down upon a spot just below Xendra's ear. Xendra 's body absorbed the impact of the first blow but Xendra reeled from the sheer force of the second.

Xendra's nose shattered into tiny fragments,bone chads impacted themsleves into her cheeks, jaw and nearly into her [sign in to see URL]'s eyes swelled shut ,the pain was excruiating and blinding

Xendra had no way to see or even comprehend the damage that had been done to her. Xendra unconciously put her hand to face and was dismayed that she could feel but not see the crimson flow upon her hand.

Xendra paused for a second, not knowing where to turn or [sign in to see URL] fell back to her Amazon training to hear the sounds behind the sounds so she could discern where the sounds of the battle were coming from,she need to know in her minds's eye everyone's position.

Xendra stood there in front of Red wanting more than anything to pummel her, to help defeat the Evil that coarsed through both their veins and yet Xendra knew it would be in vain to try to return to the battle for without her eyesight she would be merely going through the motions of [sign in to see URL] could cost someone dearly.
Xendra stood there frozen, unmoving lost in indecision.

That moment of indecision proved to be costly for all involved.

For had Xendra simply stepped away, Puella would not have had to flip to go around [sign in to see URL] instead Xendra stood there lost between action and inaction.

Puella intent on rescuing her sisters, chose to avoid another confrontation with Xendra simply flipped away from Xendra.

Puella's flip was successful, the flip landed her where Zena and Red locked in a confrontation of their [sign in to see URL] full of fire and zeal swung around with intent to run Ares sword through Red.

All this went on without Xendra's knowledge for Xendra could not see that Puella had landed on her feet or that as she spun to thrust her sword that it was headed for Zena instead of its intended target Red.

Had she been able to see Xendra would have gladly intervened and put her own life at risk but instead Xendra stood there waiting for what,she did not know.

Suddenly, she was shaken from her self- involved thoughts by Evergreen's panicked mournful scream ZENA!!!!! The wail shook Xendra to the foundation of her soul, Time itself ceased to have presence or meaning.

The world had all ready gone dark for Xendra but now it also laid in deafening silence for the battle stopped and all sounds fell away...

Xendra's mind tried to comprehend the events but could not, all Xendra knew for sure was something horrible had happened to her friend,her sister Zena .

Xendra started to cry and as the salty tears intermingled with the open wounds the pain became unbearable ..but not just that of the body but of mind, body and soul. Every fiber of her being was filled with regret and remorse, every part of her ached and hurt.

How much more the pain would have been if she could have seen Evergreen or Gabby as they knelt by Zena's side or if she could have seen the horror in Puella's eyes or the the shock in Phalon's.

Instead, Xendra stood there in a blind ache,visually oblvious to the momentus events unfolding before her, but the words she heard pained her to her very core.

All Xendra could do was listen as Evergreen turned toward Red and said “I should have killed you when I had the chance. Better I died trying than to be witness to this.
By all the gods Priestess, I have failed my promise . . . go ahead . . . Do it! I won’t let her leave this world alone . . . I will not . . . I will not!”

Evergreen’s words rang with truth and finality. Unable to move as she wanted to, Xendra waited nervously as she heard Evergreen mere murmur, “Please . . . just send me there . . . with her.”

Xendra's heart sank.

Was it truly possible that Zena had perished and that Evergreen would soon follow?

Xendra swallowed hard and tried to focus on what little vison she still had, Xendra tried to squint but all Xendra could make out blurrred images at best.

Xendra no longer cared what happened to her, she was not going to let Evergreen die at the hands of Red. Xendra tentatively tried to take a very shaky step forward as she did so Xendra saw one blurry image push down another but had no real idea who it was.

Until Phalon spoke,Xendra had intended to try to exact some revenge from Red, but Xendra stepped back in reverance when she heard Phalon issue a challenge to Red.

Xendra could hear the sheer determinantion in Phalon's voice as she said,“Look, Celt. See what you have done? Was this what you had envisioned when you came to help? See what you have caused. Turmoil, strife, hatred between us. It’s all happened since you appeared. You and your damn ravens. Now death. What else, Bhen Rudha? Tell me please.”

“Tell me. Tell me, Now. Was is all part of your plan, Gaza?!”

Red's words were harder to understand they came out thick and strong. “Oh . . . aye. Bein’ after sendin’ ye all ta tha Summerland . . . dinnae be worryin’ yer pretty head o’er it.”

Xendra would have been proud if she could have seen how Puella and Phalon fell quickly in a rhythm, that fought in a seamless tandem give and take, perry and thrust, it was as if they had been fighting together for [sign in to see URL] Xendra was left to merely listen and hope.

Xendra smiled as she heard Phalon’s taunting voice, “What is the matter, ‘war priestess’, are we too much for you? I’m going to send you to Hades, so don’t worry your pretty little head over it.”

Admist the ensuing battle of clashing swords,Xendra felt the wind kick [sign in to see URL] rushed to protect her face with her arm but it was a moment too [sign in to see URL] howled in sheer agony as the cyclone caused dirt sand and stones to fly into her bloodied and battered face.

Hearing Xendra's horrific howl along with the sudden whirl of wind, the other women curled to protect themselves.

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At a stand still (continued)

When the howling stopped and the winds died down, Red's was the first voice Xendra became concious of,for Red had lifted her voice in a shrieking battle hymn before launching herself back into the battle.

The battle raged on,three women were intertwined in a dance of the ages... shifting anticipating,dodging ,weaving, attacking with their out stretched swords as each saw fit .

Xendra would have loved to have seen the pure power and poetry of the swords of Ares and Artemis used in battle. Instead, Xendra was left in the gut wrenching postion of being an eavesdroper rather than an onlooker or particpant.

Xendra stood there just listening for she could not fluidly move to be of use to anyone, all she could do is stand there breathing through her mouth and listen as the battles sounds continued on for what seemed like eternity .

Xendra intently listened as the swords told the battle's tale. The swords of the Gods cut the air as they swung , with a stiff slice here and a whoosh there, soon preceded by a thunderous clang of refined steel against steel.

Xendra held her breath what did the clang mean ?Were they deadlocked ,evenly matched or had an advantage been gained?

For a moment, silence filled the air again... only to be broken by Red,“Now . . . shall we be dancin’?” Tha Lady be e’er pleased by tha grace o’ well drawn ." The words made no sense to Xendra but knew by the tone they meant something to Red..

Sudddenly she heard a sharp intake of air much like her own breathing only this time it came from Red just before she screamed, “KEDOS!” In that moment Puella thrust the sword of Ares through Red's shoulder.

Red screamed out words and symbols that no human had ever heard with their ears but that Xendra had known all too well in her heart. Xendra quivered and convulsed as Red spoke the demon’s first and truest name.

Even before Xendra's unseeing eyes were mental images of unspeakable and uncomprehensible Evil...

The delicate fabric of reality had been abruptly torn ..

As Red's syllables finished a new voice whispered in Xendra's ear

"Are you ready to banish Evil from your heart, your mind, your world?"

Xendra stammered, "I want to, more than anything I want to but I don't know how."

The voice answered "It is enough that you want, you do not have to know. The others will help you through the transition as you will later help others."

Xendra hung her head low and softly said," Obviously you do not know what I have done to these women, to this tribe, I once lead Puella to insanity, I ordered the attempt to separate Blackwolf from her soulmate, I voiced the words that caused Leara's words not to be believed,it was My minions who sought to put Little Gabbyfan in peril, and worse yet I knew of the attempt to erase the connection between Evergreen and Zena and had did nothing to stop it!I battled them hard and I even brought the elements of the earth against them in order to destroy them . No, I dont deserve their help."

The voice answered, "No you do not deserve their help but they will give it anyway."

As the voice faded Lightening lite up the sky , bringing a thunder that left Xendra almost deaf.

Moments later Xendra could sense fluid coming out of her body .Xendra wondered if what was happening to her was happening to anyone else.

Xendra felt relief when she heard Red 's shattered voice, pronounce “Thrice I be namin’ ye. Thrice I be claimin’ ye.
From this world ye are banished by me!”

Phalon suddenly yelled “From this world you are banished by me!”

Xendra spun as [sign in to see URL] “You are banished by me!”

Xendra grimaced as she heard Puella scream“You are banished by me!”

“From this earth you are forever banished by me!” shrieked Evergreen, She was echoed by Gabby, and then the screeching cries of the ravens.

Suddenly a familar voice came out of the wind and directed itself towards Xendra,"They have given you their help. That now leaves you- do you wish to banish Kedos as well?

Xendra in her beaten and sightless state straightened herself to full stature lifted her head up to the heavens and cried out ,"You orchestrated all the wrongs I've done to my sisters, my tribe and the Amazon nation !! I FOREVER banish you from my heart, my mind, my spirit and this world! "

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Re: THE ZENA SCROLLS: CHAPTER II



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blackwolf
(4/22/03 2:08 am)

To fight or not to fight

The strength of Red's punch to my chest sent me to my knees, gasping for air. I watched as she walked by me, yelling out a war cry as she advanced on Puella now. I tried to get up to follow, but the lack of breathing kept me down. As soon as my breath returned though, I was back on my feet, ready to stop Red.

"Wait." Montara said. "Did you not hear what she said."

"I heard words coming out of her mouth, but understanding them is a whole heck of a lot harder."

Montara chuckled at this. "Well, you need to listen harder. She needs this fight. She will be the one to end this thing, but she must do it through her greatest power, through her gift. She might be a priestess, but above that, and part of that, she is a warrior. Don't you see that?"

I looked at Red. I guess, in a sense, I had realized that. The same need for battle raged in me. Somehow though, through this entire venture, I had been able to keep that need controlled. It confused me, considering that I used to be a warrior before a philosopher. Now, I had switched roles. I was now trying my best to make sure people didn't fight.

"Your need for battle is still as strong as before. Make no mistake about that, Blackwolf. It is just tempered because at the moment, we don't need another warrior." I felt Montara smile. "You get that from me."

"Well, a lot of good philosophy has done me. Everybody is still fighting against Red, a person that I swore to help when no one else would. Now I stand torn. I do not want to fight her, though I'm probably the strongest here. And yet I don't want to stand and wait for something to happen."

"Well, if you don't want to stand there, you can come let me loose!" Another voice yelled. I looked over to where the two raven's were still struggling to get the scarf off. As I walked towards them, I picked up Red's axe and hooked it into my belt. I could get used to this weapon, I thought. My thoughts were diverted by the battle ceasing behind me. I turned and looked, and saw Zena impaled on Puella's sword. Time seemed to slow down as I watched the events unfold before me. I stood rooted to the spot, uncertain of what to do. I knew that this was a war we were fighting, and I had seen many people killed in battles, but none hit me like this did. I had known these people only a short time, but they already meant a lot to me. The thought of one of them dying was unbearable.

Time sped up again, and I watched as first Phalon and then Puella joined in forces against the priestess. I felt my own tempered battle need rise to surface, and I gripped the axe at my belt, ready to battle the one I had sworn to help.

"Nay, you must not. You are needed elsewhere." Montara told me.

"Elsewhere? This is what I was born to do. Be a Protector. And from where I'm standing, I've forsaken my duties. I should have been fighting from the beginning."

"Your job in this battle was not to fight. Don't you understand that by now? You have another purpose in this war."

"And what is that?" I hissed at him, still gripping the axe.

"To give strength to those that need it. To give others a reason to keep on fighting. You told others we needed to stop fighting each other, and start fighting that which we needed to."

"A lot of good that did. We are still fighting each other."

"On the surface it might seem that way. But with your instincts, look below the obvious. Does the fighting going on now seem wrong?"

I railed against Montara's words, but I did as he said. I quieted the battle rage within me, and looked. At first, all I saw were three people battling each other. Then I looked beneath it all, and saw what Montara meant. As he'd said before, Red needed a battle to win this war, and looking at the fighting going on, I knew this was the battle she needed. There was intensity and power in each motion, in each strike and parry of the gifts of the God's. But above all that, I saw the power. The power being molded to end everything. I was not meant for this battle.

"I'm glad you're finally listening. Now, go tend to Zena."

I looked over to where she lay, Evergreen and Gabby still watching over her. I nodded my head, and then skirting the battle, I hurried to my horse. I was glad to see his saddle bags were on him. I dug through some of the stuff and found my pouch of herbs and bandages. I headed to where Zena lay. As I passed Xendra, it seemed she was blinded by the blow that Red had given her earlier. I left her where she was, content to know she would be of no danger any time soon.

I knelt next to Zena. At first, Evergreen tried to shield her from me. I didn't take offense from this. She knew I had stood up for Red when no one else would, and it had been Red who had caused her so much pain. However, I was determined, and in her weakened state, she was no match for me.

I pulled away Zena's tunic and looked at the wound. It was deep and nasty looking. I had seen men die from lesser wounds. Already she was getting the pale look of death and her breathing and heart rate were slowing.

"She will not last long enough for me to heal her," I told Montara.

"Then give her some of your strength, like you did with Phalon."

"But I did that with the Wheel, and that's kind-of in use at the moment."

"The Wheel was only a catalyst for your new powers. You weren't strong enough at the time to transfer the strength without help. You can do it now."

Trusting Montara, I grasped one of Zena's hands in my own and laid the other on her head. I closed my eyes, and sought that quiet place again. It came much easier this time, even without the wheel. I quickly found the strength tap as I had before, and poured a great deal into the prone body in front of me. It came so easily and quickly that I almost collapsed from the loss of my own strength. Only Gabby's hand holding me up kept me from falling down. It took me a while to re-orient myself. I looked down to Zena, and was pleased to note that she looked much better. Her color was almost normal, as was her breathing. I then turned my attention to her wound.

Though I lived in a village known for it's healing herbs, I knew only the rudimentary skills for healing someone. My knowledge was limited to the scrapes and bruises from battles. I did the best that I could. I looked in her wound and breathed a sigh of relief. The sword had missed all major organs and had passed right through. I turned to my pouch and pulled out the appropriate herbs. I cleaned the wound with what little resources I had and then packed the wound to the best of my ability. With Gabby's help, I turned her on her side so that I could work on the exit wound on her back. Evergreen stayed at Zena's head, promising her several things if only she'd make it through. After packing the wounds, I wrapped her middle with the bandages.

And just in time too. I heard a scream come from both Red and Xendra, and a gust of wind like a cyclone sent us to protecting our faces. I covered Zena's body with my own, attempting to protect it from any flying debris. As quickly as the wind came up, it was gone. I looked around at the combatants. Up to that point I had steadfastedly ignored the fighting. Whatever had gone on before, Red now had the upper hand.

She fought with a renewed strength that wasn't there before. I could feel the power radiating off of her. It was like waves washing over me. I soaked in it all in, and used it to strengthen me. I stood and watched, entranced, as each of the figures moved in glorious ways. Bhen Rudha moved with lightning speed, so quick I could barely follow each motion, even with my eyes. Puella fought with skill and ease, as if Ares' sword was no more than an extension of herself. There was fire in each of her movements, moving from the sword through her body. To her fire, Phalon was graceful and powerful at the same time. She was not the warrior that Puella and Red were, but she held her own just the same. She was like the river next to my village. Quiet and peaceful during the summer, but angry and deadly when agitated.

I first saw resignation and then acceptance in Red's face and understood it all to well. The fight was coming to the end, and the beauty that was occurring was going to have to stop. I saw this mirrored on the other two faces. The priestess took a deep breath and screamed, “KEDOS!” as Puella thrust the sword of Ares through her shoulder.

Lightening lanced across a cloudless sky, bringing thunder that left our ears deaf. Next she shouted “FUATH!” As the name left her lips, Phalon sliced cleanly through her thigh with the sword of Artemis.

Lightening struck the ground between the combatants, throwing them backwards. On her knees, Red yelled one more name into the sky, a name I did not recognize but knew to be the truest name for the evil we were fighting. I watched as large black clouds oozed out of Red and Xendra, followed by smaller ones coming from each of us surrounding the field. The clouds formed one large, formidable mass above our heads, and I knew true fear. Here was an evil not contained within frail human bodies. Here was an evil unleashed and in full fury. Purple lightning filled the sky, and I found myself holding the axe in my hand yet again. Though futile, it gave me some sense of security.

The priestess, weakened by loss of blood and battered by the forces above, lifted her face and stared at the evil that hovered over her. With her shattered voice, she pronounced, “Thrice I be namin’ ye. Thrice I be claimin’ ye. From this world ye are banished by me!”

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"To fight for what you believe in and to never give up is to have the heart of a wolf."

Edited by: blackwolf at: 4/22/03 2:25:21 am



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