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Post by tolongua on Apr 9, 2012 3:25:45 GMT -5
The sun above the horizon dapples through the trees and a slight morning breeze rustles through the leaves. Kydada arched her back, she smiled and finished plucking the weeds from the herb garden. The smell of porridge in the morning air reminds her stomach of her hunger. Heading down the small hill to the tent that is hers and Alek's home, she saw a plume of white grey smoke rise from the fire that burns in front of the tent only to be dissolved by the breeze. She smiled to herself, she was free in her little valley with Alek and she loved every moment of it.
She passed the small river and Alek greeted her with a warm smile. She saw he had gathered enough dry wood for the fire and was now sharpening his weapons with a whetstone. After hanging the herbs in a tree to dry, she walked to the fire to taste the porridge that was cooking in a pot. It was ready to be eaten and so she did. Life was good, she thought, and allowed herself to daydream for a while......
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A Dream
Apr 15, 2012 2:05:40 GMT -5
Post by tolongua on Apr 15, 2012 2:05:40 GMT -5
Her thoughts go back to the day they went back to the tribe with the head of the blue bear in a bag. When they arrived she had noticed that the tribe has known hard times. They probably had run into difficult battles. The number of tents was greatly reduced from what she remembered.
Alek brought happiness though. He was the hero of the day and he had to tell the story about his fight with the Blue Bear over and over again. The whole tribe had come together to celebrate it. Kydada did stay with the woman in the back trying not to draw any attention to herself .
Unfortunately the high shaman had discovered her that evening and had told the chieftan. Kydada had seen that and tried to flee in the darkness but she was too late. The chief had pointed a finger to her and he had roared: "How dare you to come here uninvited?" She had felt her stomach grow cold but had greeted him calmly and told him she did not come as an enemy but as Alek's woman and shaman. Alek had it confirmed and the glare that the chieftain had put over them had been one of pure outrage.
Before heading back to the tribe she had been afraid that this would happen but Alek had convinced her to come with him. She not wanted to spoil that important day for him, so she did. And then they stood there in the middle of the tribe, back to back, ready to defend themselves if necessary. Every man around them was eager to draw his weapon, they just waited for their leaders command. What Kydada had feared, happened and the day that started so glorious had ended grimly.
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A Dream
Apr 18, 2012 14:58:00 GMT -5
Post by tolongua on Apr 18, 2012 14:58:00 GMT -5
When she had finished the porridge, she walked to the little pond to clean her bowl. A school fish did swim in circles around. While staring at them her thoughts went back again.
Despite his rage the chief must have been most uncomfortable with the situation though. Alek had come back with a blue bear’s head. Nobody else had done that for his trial, so Alek was a high honored member of the tribe now. But the chieftain’s pride and position was at stake here. When he in the past had discovered that Kydada was not a shaman but gifted with the weave, he had almost killed her. She was a witch and she had advised him. Well not directly but through the high shaman and that was unforgivable.
Alek had challenged the chief to proof something Kydada had noticed later. He could not else then accept. Eager cries were heard, fight him, fight him.
They both took their positions in. The leader was a huge man and so was his axe, but Kydada had no fear. She knows Alek and know he is strong. The high shaman had given the leader his protections and she had done the same to Alek. “Look” …..Alek had roared, the Thunderbeast is with her too, she just has given me the scales of the beast.
They had started the fight. The leader let the axe fall down as if he wanted to cut Alek vertical, then switched it horizontal from right to the left. Alek first fell back a step, than leaped forward, dodging the next hit and trying to score one himself. A very impressive move, but he failed too. And so they played on. As the minutes passed, they were getting more and more tired. But neither could defeat the other.
When they came to that conclusion, the still heavy breathing leader admitted that Kydada had given Alek beast power. She was allowed again in the tribe, allowed, not welcome, then she was ignored by many.
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A Dream
Apr 22, 2012 2:30:55 GMT -5
Post by tolongua on Apr 22, 2012 2:30:55 GMT -5
The rustling of the grass did draw her attention. She turned her head and saw two squirrels chasing each other with an amazing speed. She smiled, than turned back to the fire and her thoughts again.
They decided to spend the night in the tribe and go the next day back to their valley. But first she wanted to visit her parent’s graves. Those were just outside the tribe. Her father was buried in the outer ring and her mother at his feet, just outside the mound.
It was not allowed to go inside the mound, so she had kneeled down at her mother’s grave to be with both of them. The shadows had darkened and storm clouds had gathered above her. Her hand was stroking the grave as if she wanted to tell them not to worry about her. It had started to rain and thunder had pierced the air in tremendous booms. Glancing up at the sudden weather change, she could have utter only a single cry as a lightning bolt had jolted down behind the rock of her mother’s grave.
The blast had hurled her backward from the grave, but with nothing more than a few bruises she was unscathed. Dizzily she had regained her feet and had walked back to the grave. The thunder had died as sudden as it had started and the fallen rain had dissolved into mist.
On the stone of her mother’s grave was resting a smal skull now. It had the form of the thunderbeast’s head. She had been certain that it not was there before the storm. Without hesitation she had taken the skull to their valley.
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A Dream
Apr 26, 2012 15:51:11 GMT -5
Post by tolongua on Apr 26, 2012 15:51:11 GMT -5
The remnants of the small campfire smoldered. Has it been that long ago that she had imposed branches on it. Her eyes spot a pile of fallen wood. She walks to it examine them and try to find some dry ones. Most she find are soft and damp. But finally…she gathered an armful of dry wood. If the fire is burning, she stared at the skull next to the tent and her thoughts drifted away again.
This morning she woke with a scream and she'd had sit up in bed, cold sweat trickling down her forehead. In her sleep the skull had hummed in that strange mysterious energy were it’s always surrounded with. It was as if it had said: Hopeful, I be your guide. Go to the forest, Still trembling she had walked out of the tent. It was but a dream……or not?
So many questions. Hopeful… the meaning of the name Kydada. How long ago was it, that someone had called her so? Why the forest?
Why had the skull appeared on her mother’s grave? Alek had tried to attach the skull on the fishing rod but it was almost as if the skull had not wanted. Finally they decided that they better could put their efforts in preparing for the journey to the forrest. When the sun was high in the sky, they had been ready to leave.
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A Dream
Apr 28, 2012 11:50:08 GMT -5
Post by tolongua on Apr 28, 2012 11:50:08 GMT -5
It is a cool, quiet morning in Elvenport. The sunlight brought a honey-colored glow over the village. A small fire was burning in front of the tent and the branches of a nearby tree rustles. The fur of a dire bear lay stretched on the ground. Kydada bent over it and scraped the fat and bone away with her scraping stone. She smiles, lost in her memories…….
Several times they had traveled to Elvenport now. The first time just Alek and herself without knowing that it even existed. It had been a long trip and they had fought many enemies. Finding paths that were passable while animals and other foes were lurking behind trees and bushes had not been easy. The skull in her bag had hummed the whole way long, Sometimes soft, at other times louder, especially when danger was lurking.
After a day walk, three Ettins had crossed their path. One had beaten her down when she was using the weave to fasten Aleks feet. She had been so badly injured that she would have died as Alek had not been able to kill them and had not be able to look at her injuries on time. They had persecuted their way with more caution.
Just after the bridge to Elvenport they were attacked by ogers. One of them was using the weave like herself and determined to kill Alex. As well Alex as herself had been exhausted. Alek fortunately had enough power left to kill him. He was carrying a staff. They had taken the staff with them and this time the skull had not rejected the staff.
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