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Circles

 

The moon was still high when Vesta emerged from the lean-to.  She knelt by the fire and added kindling to the embers coaxing it to flame then added larger pieces of wood.  She could hear steady rhythmic breathing and snores.  The babe still slept soundly as well.  Vesta was certain her daughter was in good hands.  She needed to go and quietly sit away from camp in order to decipher the dreams that so disturbed her rest.

A movement to her right caught her eye, a red fox. It had stolen a meaty bone and was scampering away from camp.  Sly little fox, they were never to be trusted Vesta had learned.  They’re too smart for their own good she remembered as she thought back to the time she’d watched one get over confident when trying to steal from a wolf.  Its greed had been its undoing.  But, that was nature’s way. The strongest and more intelligent species survived.

She wrapped a fur blanket around her shoulders and started walking through the foothills toward the flat land.  From the edge of a grove of trees, yellow eyes followed her.

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Vultures

Vultures – Chapter 2

Vultures – Chapter 3

Vultures – Chapter 4

Vultures – Chapter 5

Whispering Leaves

 

Vesta sat cross-legged near a grove of red willow and weaved a basket from their flexible stripped branches.  In this basket, she would carry any collected red bark back to the settlement.  The medicinal properties of the bark were much needed to subdue fevers, aches and pains during the outbreak of the springtime influenza which the colonies residents were now suffering. (more…)

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Vultures

Vultures – Chapter 2

Vultures – Chapter 3

Vultures – Chapter 4

Retribution

 

In spirit form, Nell lingered unseen and unheard while Vesta gathered willow bark for her benefactor.  She listened somewhat bemused as her apprentice invoked the ‘Power of Three’ then hurled words like poisonous darts from her mouth; words which were aimed at the Preacher.  Vesta and Amarelle were both still her students – even though neither could see her while she was in spirit form; Nell could guide them.  Her protégés, Vesta and Amarelle had both taken an oath.  They had sworn not to use their ‘powers’ to cause fear or harm.  However, Amarelle did deserve justice.  Perhaps, just this one time, she could let Vesta’s slip-up pass.  In a way, she wished she’d used such ingenuity for Amarelle’s justice.  Perhaps, this faux pas was more of a spell than a curse and one that she agreed was for the “good of the whole!”  As Nell faded away into the ethos she realized that Karma alone would decide the positive or negative results of this spell on Vesta and the Preacher.

 

His name was Xheng but no one could pronounce it properly.  They just referred to him as ‘Chin.’

Xheng was a sensei; a teacher but he had not yet achieved status of senpai – master of the healing arts as he had been taken hostage by pirates who invaded the shores of his homeland seeking slaves to sell.  When Captain Smith came upon the pirate ship called Black Betty, they’d done battle.  Xheng was one of the few survivors of the sunken Black Betty. He had been hauled aboard the rescuing ship by none other than the Captain himself.  Xheng had always been a fast learner.  He could speak some broken English.  “You heppa me?” he’d questioned the intrigued Captain.

Captain Smith was a scholar and gentleman.  Xheng dubbed ‘Chin,’ and Captain Smith became friends and colleagues on their voyage toward the America’s where they sailed to colonize a new land. (more…)

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Vultures

Vultures – Chapter 2

Vultures – Chapter 3

Vesta

Vesta wandered along the creek and wove amongst budding trees and bush in search of the red willow her ‘ami,’ had sent her for.

Once boiled with water and ingested, the red bark of willow became a remedy which would lower fever and reduce pain; a much needed medicine at this time of year when the weather was unpredictably hot or cold.

Vesta noticed the creek started to bend just farther east from where she stood. Beyond the bend, an alcove would shelter her from a cool spring breeze that blew through this shaded area of burly twisted tree trunks.  There a few feet beyond that bend lay a meadow surrounded by thick bush and willow tall enough to block any wayward wind.  Vesta stepped briskly toward the bend up ahead, eager to shake loose her brown woolen cape and carefully coiffed hair. How she looked forward to these rare moments of freedom away from the confines of the community where she felt like such a hostage.  Out of mortal fear, she’d been forced to camouflage herself amongst them – those she described as, ‘murderous vultures.’  She deliberately dressed in dowdy colors like they did; browns, grays and blacks were colors that more often than not kept one unnoticed among the colonies vultures.  Still, she liked ‘tiny pretty things’ and would don a small sparkly necklace or pin that could be easily covered if necessary when prying eyes cast their umbrous  glances in her direction. (more…)

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Awakened”

 

“Witcccchhh!”

Amarelle awoke screaming, the sound so high pitched and pitiful it cleared the very darkness from her unhinged mind.

Her mental clarity had partially returned thanks-be to a disturbing dream about clues for the future.   Her blue eyes darted around unfamiliar surroundings until she glimpsed a tattered dirty image of herself in the darkened window.  One hand was curled tightly into a fist.  She felt a stabbing, throbbing pain emanating from it.  She looked down at her left hand and slowly unfurled her fingers to reveal the contents which she gripped so tightly.

Inside the clenched fist of Amarelle’s left hand was a red thorny rose.  She had squeezed the flower so hard it had punctured her palm.  Blood droplets landed on her bare feet then trickled like tiny streams onto the floor boards.

Amarelle stared morosely at the rose’s squashed red petals and watched curiously as crimson droplets of blood trailed toward the floor. She was transfixed by the scarlet colors.

So entranced was Amarelle by the colors of red, that she had failed to noticed a large unwieldy figure who accompanied her in the room. (more…)

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