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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 (Continued)

The cloud screamed, lightening lancing out in every direction. I watched as one fork struck the priestess, lifting her into the air and throwing her away into the surrounding forest. 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 streaming down her face.

Understanding, I lofted Bhen Rudha’s axe in defiance and howled “You are banished by me!”

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

“From this earth you are forever banished by me!” shrieked Evergreen, still holding Zena's head in her lap. Gabby also yelled up in defiance at the evil above us, followed by the shrieking of the ravens, who had managed to free themselves some time before. I turned to look at Xendra, who seemed to be hesitating. Then, she too yelled "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!"

With one final clap of lightning, the power overhead broke apart and disappeared. I felt a breeze blow through my hair, and looked around at all the others. It was done. The war was over. Evil had been defeated.

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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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gabbyfan4ever
(4/22/03 9:40 pm)

Hope Unfailing

The deafening roar in Gabby’s ears slowly receded, and awareness of the world around her came with it. Time no longer stood still, but seemed to speed up in an attempt to rob Gabby of her precious moments with Zena. She became aware of Evergreen cradling Zena’s head in her lap, and everyone else present in their own state of shock.

This lapse of activity lasted only moments as everyone started reacting at once. Gabby knew the rest of the Amazons would try and make Red pay dearly for Zena’s pain, but this time she wanted no part in it. Where normally she would have jumped at the chance to fight for whatever cause her sisters took on, fighting now seemed the least priority for her. Anger took a backseat to an overwhelming sense of sadness and loss. Nothing was more important than soaking in everything about the Amazon who became her mother only such a short time ago. The woman who seemed to be sent straight from the Elysian Fields to save this lost little girl, and was now being ripped away so soon after. Ripped away like everything good that Gabby had ever had, and now it was happening again, even though she had known it would be different this time. What would she do without her? What would they all do without her? Gabby wouldn’t be without her.

Outside these thoughts a battle raged, as Puella and Phalon fought the Red woman. They danced with each other as if they were meant for that day, for that battle, and all others were mere rehearsals. Gabby became suddenly aware of Blackwolf beside her, seeking to help Zena. Perhaps it will be different this time, thought Gabby as she looked fondly on her fallen mother. She remembered how much distrust she had for Blackwolf when they first met under a tree outside the sea port. Now nothing seemed more right than to trust everything to this woman without a second thought. Gabby supported her as she seemed to transfer life itself back into Zena, and helped shield her mother as they were stuck with cyclone force winds. The young warriors eyes widened as the color returned to her mother’s face, and hope of any future worth living followed. This small show of returning life to Zena was as big as the whole world to Gabby.

At this same time the battle dance was coming to an end. Two strokes that carried more weight than any other before fell on Bhen Rudha, and with each she named the evil that had caused so much suffering. The last blow came not from Puella or Phalon, but from the evil itself, as purple lightening stuck the Red woman. The last name Bhen Rudha called was the true name of the evil they fought, and with this she banished it from her. Each Amazon in turn banished the evil that they had been fighting, and as Gabby said it she knew these words carried more weight than perhaps any she had ever uttered. “You are banished by me!”

The last and final victory was won by Xendra with the words “You’ve orchestrated all the wrong’s 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!”

Another war had been won. And with this victory Gabby clung to the knowledge that this time it had been different.



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Re: THE ZENA SCROLLS: CHAPTER II



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phalon1
(4/22/03 10:57 pm)

Justice Served Well

Phalon stood stunned, quite unsure for the moment of what had just taken place. She looked over to Puella, her dancing partner in a battle like none that Phalon had ever taken part in prior, and saw a bewildered look in her eyes that mirrored her own. “Is it over?” she asked.

“Yes, I believe so”, Phalon replied. Over. Kedos. Evil. Fuath. By whatever name it be called, it was gone. Bhen Rudha had seen to that, just as the Widow had promised. What a toll it had taken, this fight, on all of them. Puella bruised from the battle, torn from her friendship with Xendra. Xendra, mind and body, used as a vessel, stood blinded, face shattered. Evergreen, bloodied and beaten in body, but perhaps more alarming, was the price exacted on her spiritual well being, witnessing the death of her beloved friend. Gabbyfan, losing yet another she called Mother. And Zena…What?

Zena was alive?! Phalon had been sure she was dead, having seen Ares sword rammed through her middle, seen the immense pool of blood surrounding her, and feeling her cold, lifeless her skin. The faint rise and fall of her chest said otherwise though. She saw Blackwolf nearby, and remembered a time when a surge of energy entered her own body via the warrior’s touch. She wondered if it would be enough this time.

Instead of rejoicing in the knowledge that this war was over, she felt the same melancholic feelings so familiar to her at the end of every battle. She ran her hand through her hair, and felt a warm, thickness spread from her temple. Blood from a gash delivered by Bhen Rhuda. The physical and mental wounds, words said out of spite and in hatred, could they ever fully be healed?

Phalon felt the cold metal of Nemesis’ Wheel in her hand. She looked at its blood stained rim. Armed with the wheel and the sword of Artemis, she had fought with a skill and fury in which she was not akin. The wheel though, unlike the sword, was never intended to be used as a weapon of destruction, of war. It had another purpose.

“Nemesis. Your scales are again tipped in favor of goodness. Evil is back at the lower end, where it needs to be, where hopefully it will remain. The task set before this group is done.” Phalon looking up to the sky, ran her hands around the smooth curves of the wheel for the last time. “Goddess, let it be.”

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The wheel sliced through the air silently until it hit its intended destination. Ping. The impact to the tree caused it to ricochet to another tree standing near. Ping. After the wheel hit its third mark, it again returned to the first. Ping. Ping. Ping. It completed the circle, gaining momentum with each pass. Ping-ping-ping. The leaves on the ground beneath began to swirl, rising up from the ground, creating a whirlwind around the clearing. Dust rose, and mixed with the swirling leaves, created a wall around them. The howl of the wind became deafening, but inside the eye, where the women gathered, all was still and silent. The finest mist began to fall, colored golden as rays from the sun were, filtering through a canopy of leaves on a warm spring day. This golden mist, as it fell, covered the women, spreading warmth, just as the sun warmed body and soul after the long, cold harshness of winter.

Wounds healed, heated words and feelings of hatred between them all but forgotten, the whirlwind rose up, vanishing into the heavens, taking the wheel with it.

She often wondered, throughout years to come, if it all could have been avoided if she’d discovered the secret of the wheel earlier. The power to turn back time, and correct all that was wrong. It weighed on her, heavy, sometimes when she lay awake, unable to sleep. She always came to the same conclusion though. No. It had to be. If not them, then someone else, perhaps having gone unchallenged. Evil would always lurk amongst mankind and would never totally be banished from this world. But for now at least, because of the war they fought and won, it was quelled into submission until next time, when hopefully someone would be there to take up the challenge once more.

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She left the others in the clearing and entered the surrounding woods. There, she found her, broken, laying on forest floor, impaled by Evergreen’s sword with which she fought and won her battle. Won the war for all of them. A raven lay nearby, lifeless as she. She picked up the bird, wondering if this were the one called Widow, and placed it in the Priestess' stiff arms. As she did, tiny specks of gold from her hair lightly landed on the other’s cheek. She then pulled Evergreen's sword from her and layed it on the ground next to her. Phalon removed her cobalt colored robe, the one she hated so much, the one that forever got in her way, the one that was now covered in the golden mist, and lay it over the Priestess. “You have served us well, Bhen Rudha. You truly are Gaza. A treasure.”

Wearing only a thin shirtwaist and leggings now, she shivered in the night air. A welcome shiver, refreshing and alive. Off in the distance, from the clearing which she had just come, she heard the happy bark of one small dog.


Edited by: phalon1 at: 4/22/03 11:04:56 pm

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phalon1
(4/22/03 11:17 pm)

DISCLAIMER

No one person was turned into a fish, no little dog possessed, ravens killed, or pine bough shirts destroyed during the production of these scrolls. Zena, on the other hand, did suffer a nasty hangnail, but thankfully is on the way to a speedy recovery. We all wish her well during her convalescence.



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