Warning: This work has been rated 16+ for violence and mature content.
Their were many things needed to complete the mission. So I ran. We all did scattering throughout the forests, down the valleys across the great fire stream and then we found what we needed. The journey back was much more difficult. Our backs broke. Bodies boiled. Monsters claimed our souls. Even the devil tempted us from our path. Seven of us remained lexir threw in the skin of a fae that killed our kin and his own. Semiere shot down every bird he saw on the journey. Semiere has had dreams of shooting birds since he was baby. Everyone knows this. But no one knew what to shoot was. Then Semiere showed us when he grew older. He gathered the feathers of all his catch. He tossed them in the volcano. Next Sin, with nothing. To of.fer., thou;gh s.he. did. Pl]=-a)(n (The WH:L””O-_!e Thing. She alone offered her sweat, and that she would happily serve, but for a precious gift. Mary came next. Through the only thing she had on her. A magic healing herb. And threw it in the fire, the smell was honey and ambrosia. It left a taste of clouds on your mouth, and made your hair feel funny. The twins came next. Holding their gift together the crossed to the edge. Dressed both raggedy clothes we couldn’t tell which was which from the start. When they raised the blanket. And then the blanket dropped. They were different. It was so different. They both looked at each other; we were all looking at them mouths agape stunned by the one twin leaping to his fiery demise. Gift in tow. I only wish I could have seen his face, for my own personal interest. and lastly came myself.
I remember it very clearly. I was walking to the edge, and out of the red came a staircase, I walked in. the room was cold. Too cold I thought. But inside was smooth, like a wet rock. A knife, black, and sharper than glass lay in the center of the room. I removed the powder I had from the vial around my neck. A relief certainly, maybe the only thing I could have found any joy to in the moment. The powder belonged in a bowl, and then one appeared in my hands and so did the powder. So I kneeled down. Bowl in-between my knees. And then I run my hand down the length of my arms, red following immediately behind my hand, into the bowl it goes. Into the bowl it goes. Into the bowl it goes. But wait, I have to mix it and throw it in. I might have cut too deep I thought. Maybe I might not make it. but I stumbled, atop the steps I found myself . Then I remember crawling, clutching the bowl. Pouring it in the red; the world turned black.
“I’m glad to see we’re all here today.” He said almost too sincerely. “It may be funny but I’m not one for words and ya’ll should be considering yourselves blessed that you’re even here. Now you can’t stay long but I’m going to give you a present. To be honest it’s more a present for me so you get off my back, here.” I struggled so hard to turn my head, but the only thing I could move was my eyes, my body felt not mine. I could see the rest of them though. Each one he talked to, and lastly he came to me. A wave of liberty rolled over me washing away my bonds. He seemed surprised to say the least. Nevertheless, he spoke
“Give me your hands”
So I raised them.
And then I felt a hard heft bring them plummeting back down to where my eyes could see them.
The fruit of our labor was the first book. A neat blue leather wrap, and the pages seemed endless in both text and quantity. Of course the familiarity of the ink was a bit off-putting at first, but we adapt.
We all spoke. little words at first with big meanings at first.
and then we could describe anything. All I can say is I'm relieved.