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Fiction Relay #46 By Me!

And here it is again, the wonderful web of words, woven by writers who…nah, never mind.  ;p  It’s Fiction Relay time!  Time once again for me to take up the spindle and weave us a tale, hopefully one that will inspire more and more to come!  In case you haven’t read the previous weavings (all 46 of them, wow!) then you should follow this link to find links to all…or this one, to read the summary so far. I’m betting that you’ll like it, that you’ll have a good time, and hopefully come back for more!

They had taken 5 steps into the room, long enough for Ephraims pronouncement…when suddenly they found themselves in the hall again. An eerie green glow, the exact strength of Jose’s fizzled out light stick, barely illuminated the room. Any attempt to enter the room resulted in the same response, and finally they stopped trying, “milling around in the hallway like a pack of puppies” was the image that came to Jose.

Jose could feel his “part” in the legends approaching, and clutched his medicine pouch even tighter. Thanks to the stories he’d fed on all his life, and his simple knowledge as a mechanic, he knew that things were about to get -very- bad.
“Just give me a second here, guys…I wanna try something.”

As Jose moved further into the room, Sam could “feel” the resistance, almost a heat, that surrounded him. He pushed on, muttering something under his breath, something less like speech, more like…a chant? Whatever it was, it was working, as Jose -slowly- pushed his way into the room. Sams hand reached for Meaghans, for comfort…and then, because he could, here…he put the arm around her slim shoulders and pulled her to him.

Smiling in the dark, Meaghan curled against Sam, feeling the comfort of his large frame, and smelling/feeling that special scent that always meant “Sam”. “Missed you…love you…” Her murmured words were meant to comfort, but also to distract. His thought were too much on the room, on Ephraims “sight”, and honestly…it got in her way.
As she tucked Sam…and love…and Sammy…and love…away again in one tiny corner of her mind, the power surged forward again, as if she’d released some holding tank, and now it was free. She’d begun feeling it a while back, but kept quiet as it slowly worked its way into her brain. After all, that was what it wanted…and she wanted to give it what it wanted.

Ephraim shuddered, as Jose pushed his way into the room. Jose’s muttered words might as well have been english, for he understood every one. Watching Jose move into the room, he listened, closely, to the chant.
“Anansi! Come, bringer-of-tales, speaker to gods, come! I bring a story, untold! I, your birthed child, come bearing gifts! Gifts that will let you put down he who walks not in beauty, he who claims what is not his, or ever will be! I do not beg, but ask, as is my right as your birthed child…come, Anansi, come!
And with the last word, something seemed to flare around Jose…Ephraim saw, and Sam Saw, and Meaghan…or the power within…saw, and screamed! Screamed not in fear, but in challenge, her form seeming to swell for that moment, going from woman…to Woman…then back to Meaghan. The scream startled them enough to almost forget the form of the great huge Spider that had encircled Jose…and whose brightly glowing web he stood within…inside the room.
“It’s safe now…you can come in. The Widow holds us in her arms.” As they began to file cautiously inside, Sam still holding the now stiff with anger Meaghan in his arm, they could feel the web stretch, then part to let them in. As Meaghan approached, Jose bowed deeply to her, head to the floor at her feet. “Mother-of-us-all, be welcome here, here in Your space, here in Your body, and forgive us our small intrusion? We enter only to remove that One who wishes to control even You, in his impudence…”
Meaghan could feel the power within…relax, and seem to…forgive. She shrugged one shoulder, and chuckled. When the Voice came from her throat, they all started, except Jose, still on the floor. It seemed to fill the room…no, it was the room…no, it was the Mountain, speaking to them.
“Come, Anansi, come, little spider…you are not welcome here, but as you enter on a mission I greatly wish culminated…”
Suddenly, the Voice broke off, as she turned toward the front of the cave. “They come! The witches come! In their hundreds they come! My Children will stop them, for a while…but you must hurry, little spider. Whatever your plan is, whatever Trickery you have planned…you must hurry!”

Blue stared into the things eyes for a moment, too shocked to think…then her new-found power seemed to take over, for just a moment…and she ported, finding herself next to her beloved Bike, staring at the four Walls who stared into the distance, their eyes glowing the exact same red as the Not-Spence.
As she backed slowly toward the bike, one groping hand touched its saddle…and she gasped, as instead of the normal worn leather, its color matching her turquoise riding leathers…she held, instead, a huge lump of turquoise stone, its presence feeling comforting in her hand. A feeling, a prescence, came over her…so strong and somehow…familiar, that her normal cynicism was over-ridden, and she relaxed into it.
“My Daughter…you must come home. The witches come, in their hundreds, and you must Fight. Your Brother will come soon…he was delayed upon his way…but he will come, and in that moment, you will join together in Beauty, and defeat the witches. So it is said, so it is done.”
Blue “felt” her power come over her, her aspect pour through her veins, the turquoise chill within her. Inside, somewhere, a tiny Blue curled up within a turquoise room, a smile on her face as she waited for her Brother, her Love, her other half, to join her.

Well, there it is for now…now it’s up to Dawn, writer of Mouse-tails and Fiction Relays of the finest kind…let’s see what we get!

 

10 responses

  1. Firstly – wow! is this is the quickest posting of a new chapter EVER???

    this is really shaping up now for a big epic battle of wills and powers. if this was a film, the upcoming scenes would be where the CGI budget is spent as the mystic spirits gather and do battle!
    I like how Jose is growing as a character with every chapter – he has come a long way since being the random guy in the car park of the hardware store 🙂
    You did a great job of giving Tootsie, sorry Tsoodzil, more depth aswell and making her a central character in the upcoming chapters.
    I am intrigued by the witches, their powers and their numbers. but i have confidence that Meagan and Blue, when they finally get together, will be too much for them 🙂
    Oh, and Blue’s brother!!! What a brilliant cliff-hanger ending!

    October 12, 2013 at 6:06 am

    • KC

      *chuckles* Toldya they were in my head already! As for the witches, it might help to know that in certain Southwestern tribes “witches” were anyone who “walked against beauty”, especially shapechangers and the like. ;p
      Also, I apologize for randomly and wantonly borrowing and mixing tribal beliefs and locations for the sake of story. Maybe it’s just the strangeness of Jose’s Anansi cult, he being a mostly African trickster, although with connections in the Southwest as well. Anyway, no pressure, Dawn…*hugs*…can’t wait to see what comes next!

      October 12, 2013 at 9:08 am

      • Aha i understand much better now. Don’t apologise for mixing and matching beliefs – life is full of people from different religions so why wouldnt the story be the same?
        I wouldn’t usually write in this fantasy / supernatural genre it is a stretch and an education for me (in a good way :))

        October 13, 2013 at 1:39 am

        • KC

          *hugs* Yay! I love stretch stuff! I’m considering making a romance story, but I’m gonna cheat just a litte by borrowing heavily from the style of my favorite romance auther, Nora Roberts. I believe she writes genre books, then sticks really good romance in the middle. ;p Wish me luck…I might grab some advice from y’all from time to time. 🙂

          October 13, 2013 at 4:16 pm

          • That’s not cheating, we all borrow from everywhere 🙂 good luck!

            October 14, 2013 at 1:53 am

  2. Okay, once again… Wow.

    Yeah, the Anansi bit threw me at first, since I know him from African children’s tales, but you dovetailed it with our story nicely. (And lord knows there’s enough spiders in the Southwest to justify Anansi’s relations here. Hell, when I lived in Texas, I could’ve sworn we had more creepy-crawlies than buzzy-fliers.) I also liked how you kept up the background action, reminding us of the impending onslaught of coyotes. I also like how you’ve directed the shade of Blue’s “blue” to be turquoise. (To match the mountain, right?) 🙂

    Okay, this is some big shoes to fill here, KC. Gonna have to think for a bit…!

    October 14, 2013 at 3:53 pm

    • KC

      Heh…it’s all Trickster related…Coyote v/s Anansi is a tale that hasn’t been told, but he -is- mentioned in a few SouthWest legends, and as both of them are the sneak-and-steal sort, I thought pitting them against each other might be fun.

      And yeah, Blue to match the mountain…and something else, something from your own wiki quote in your story. Let’s see if anyone takes that road…*g*

      Take your time, you always come up with awesome stuff and I can’t wait to see what you do with this one! ;p

      October 14, 2013 at 4:13 pm

  3. You guys…. smh….wow to all of you for the devious workings of your collective minds 😛
    Oh. My. God. This story is insanely awesome and the tension is building toward even more wow!
    I’m never sure what we can talk about before writing so I usually say nothing but you guys, just wow, all kinds of wow!!!

    I’m on the edge of my seat waiting to see what happens next and how in the world did you write this so quickly , she asked with a green tint to the question 😉

    Oh yeah, I promise to not get the flu again next time I’m up 😀

    Reading this just woke up my sleeping muse, thanks my shiny twin 😉
    xox

    October 14, 2013 at 7:54 pm

    • KC

      *huggles to my twin, and a gibb-slap to the back of the head for the flu thingie* Blehh. Flu iz teh yuk. We hatez it. *nodnodnod, and more huggles*

      As to the quickness of the writing, sometimes there is a thing that is sitting in my head for a long time, mutating through other peoples thoughts and ideas, and when I get to play it comes pouring out and I can’t help it, so plllbbbbt. And stuff.

      I too am having edge of my seat timeses whilst waiting for teh Dawn…patiently and with much calmness and love. *pours teh zen all over Dawn* There, that should do it. *g*

      Love you all, and appreciate you more than you can know right now, considering my location and situation…so nothing but hugs for you all.

      October 15, 2013 at 4:28 pm

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