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Post by Deleted on Oct 15, 2012 15:30:20 GMT -5
Pulling the cork from the bottle the pungent smell made Aingeal's eyes water. the candle light in the room casted a twisted resemblance of her form on the walls, as she stood naked in the room. Slowly pouring the concoction over her extremities, it almost seemed fitting; alone, cold and covered in a stench that made her vision blurry. Hot tears rolled down her cheeks... Perhaps it wasn't the effect of what Lucas had given her, but, the thought of how she almost willing gave Alisiea's innocence away to the Lady in White was her only thought.
Aingeal pulled the rough cotton sheath over her head, letting her fingers trace the healing marks that appeared from no where, similar to those of a whip. The only sound was the clap of her feet on the stone floor, even now with the promise of needed rest, she still might deliver Alisiea and her child into the unknown. Two days could make the difference between salvation and a return to all she once was... A woman of the Hedge... Marked forever to be the messager of the Goddess.. To read nature and prophesy. Laying on the hard straw mattress, looking over at the single candle, wetting her fingers, Aingeal extinguished the light and allowed the darkness to reign.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 20, 2012 6:59:19 GMT -5
"Two days time"...Seemed as if that phrase was uttered years ago. It had been more then a few days and yet the promise of the Lady in White was broken. Aingeal wondered had the salve given to her worked; she understood how such things worked; part mediciable/ part belief, and yet nothing. This gave her a new found confidence.
Walking through the city gate, old habits die hard, Aingeal looked at the crowd of people going about their business, before she mingled in with them.
Bushels filled with late harvest fruits and vegetables; she threw a gold coin into the overflowing basket taking an apple with a wink feeling at ease. Leisurely making her way through the crowd. Something over took her bringing Aingeal to her knees. Regaining her bearings, realizing the sun had retreated turning her face up, there she was the Lady in White and her consort; their massive wings blocking the sun. Reaching for her sword only to drop it as the Lady in White grabbed the back of her head pulling her up by her hair, the blue hue light of the magical gate was all but blinding as her strenght was stolen from her.
the male demon lifted her up carrying her kicking and screaming into the mammoth dark building, wild thoughts took over, "No one knows where I am"...."Will I endure?"... "Do I have the strenght to face this trial?"...."This is how it will all end"...
Throwing her violently with a power she had only heard existed, Aingeal bounced off the stone wall like a child's toy and falling to the floor, her breath stolen from her.
"where is the gypsy girl!" She roared.
The pain of not being able to breath ebbed, "I am the Gypsy girl." The lady in White reached down touching her stomach, Looking at her for a moment, then back handed her, forcing her head to swing back, making her eyes darken before she could focus them again.
"I warned you, give us the girl and you will not suffer."
Suddenly it all became surreal, as if it was not her own voice answering, "The two of you!! Vile animals can't find a simple gypsy girl", a small mocking laugh came from Aingeal.
The male grabbed her wrist lifting her to where only the tips of her toes were brushing the floor, taking her pinkie finger he looked at her, placing it in his mouth and bit down. The pain was quick and lingering dropping her, Aingeal pulled her hand up under her armpit squeezing it. The demon spit the remainder of her finger to the floor.
"We will continue till your dead child", the Lady spoke in a soothing eerie calmness, "It is up to you how long you'll suffer"
Her own voice seemed distance, "I cannot help you"
The male grabbed her wrist pulling her to the wall, Aingeal struggled but it was no use, reaching into the pouch at his side he produced a spike, driving it into her hand. The pain was overwhelming as hot tears rolled down her face, her mouth open in horror, but no sound escaped her. With a look of complete satisfaction, he took her other hand pulling her up and spiked her to the wall.
The Lady in White smiled sweetly, "Child you can make this all stop, tell us where the girl is." Shaking her head, "I cannot", Aingeal replied weakly.
With this response she held out her hand to the male, he took a long thick needle, the Lady in White tilted her head at her, then drove it into Aingeal flesh;
"Please Fates... Goddess hear me... Can I endure.. Will you still accept me..."
The needling continued.. Her shoulders, under her nails, into her face, her scalp. The blood blurring her vision the next sound that broke through from her own whimpering and cries was that of the Lady in White, "leave her to think on this. She will break", looking at Aingeal as if to admire her work, she spoke to her, "or you will die. We will take your soul and leave you a shell of what you once were ever to linger in a state of nothingness."
Her massive wings spread creating a breeze that blew through Aingeal's hair, making it stick to the blood slowly drying on her face. she swooped down and lightly kissed her cheek. "We will return and continue your lesson"
With this the cell door slammed shut.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 27, 2012 7:13:32 GMT -5
Was it to much to soon? The one room house had become confining; but it was quite a walk, out of the bright hue of the magical gate that allowed the lands to be navigated.... Across the fields of Fae and Unicorns... Nothing evil lived long walking among them; that thought alone brought a feeling of solace to Aingeal. The weather in Ilshenear seemed to never waiver as the small band of friends made their way to the Inn.
So much information was given to much for her still throbbing head. Trying to keep her attention on the odd man seemed to take as much energy as it did to travel there. Hours passed and the logs that burnt down to embers were the only time piece to gauge its passing. Stories of old... Stories of Prophesies for the future... Her time away, her experiences... Finally when it was to much to bear she made her way towards the door.
Lucas slowed her down half way through the woods, "We'll return together, remember I am here to protect you.", back through the gate, the band of friends appeared in Britain. Small talk of the evenings events started among the crowd, Aingeal listened as she slowly lowered herself onto a log. Holding her head in her hands, so many different views of how to proceed, how to help Alisiea with the coming storm. Aingeal thought, "How can such a small human; the child she carried cause so much upheaval. Lucas touched her shoulder, "Were returning to Buc's Den." Looking towards the ring of stones her friends stood within them, then by twos they departed; just like Lucas had pointed out to her, just a week before as she was bedridden recovering from her own living nightmare.
Finally back in Buc's Den, Aingeal followed Lucas back to the safe house. once inside the small hovel, little was said between them, more a passing of reassurances, how he would not allow what happened ever happen again. Smoothing her hair from her face he smiled at her and lead her to lay down, this was such a comfort that he was not to far from her till she felt whole again. Strength was what was needed now given the coming tribulations they would all face with the coming birth of Alisiea's child. "Close your eyes Aingeal I am not far from you, get some rest." With his voice making the only sound in the small room, she drifted quietly to sleep.
Aingeal for the first time in weeks, began to dream:
Standing on a tall wall looking out over an ocean with no land in site, but the island they called home. Looking over her shoulder the woman sat in the middle of the garden humming to herself. Meeting Aingeal's gaze the woman spoke to her waving her hand, beckoning her to come to her. Hopping off the wall and walking though the flowers, the woman grew further and further away.
Opening her eyes, Aingeal found she was glued to the bed; there she sat, The Lady in White at the foot of Aingeal’s bed. She is reading from a massive leather bound tome upon which the words Malleus Maleficarum are embossed. The Lady’s wings are folded neatly behind her. She closes the book and turns her sightless orbs upon the gypsy woman.
“Did you really think you could truly escape us?” She asked in a voice resembling the sound of the wind across barren hills.
“Who freed you is not important. It is a minor matter and will be dealt with at a later time.”
The Lady turned back to the book that now rested upon her lap. She smiled and flexed her wings then folded them again. For a long moment she said nothing but only stared at the cover of the book. Then, almost hypnotically she spoke.
“Soon, my dear, you will be visited by a lesser of our kind. A mere rodent to our way of thinking. The lowest of the low. This creature will not speak to you. It will not sing to you nor will it be seen by anyone other than you. It will follow you wherever you go. It will inhabit your thoughts and instruct you as to your actions regarding the girl. You will, most likely be considered insane by those around you, but that is for our amusement, not theirs. There is no cure, no tonic that will rid you of this creature. If you like you may even give it a name, like you would a pet dog. It will not care. If you are injured it will heal you. If you are imprisoned, it will free you. If you are killed it will resurrect you. It has but one purpose only … to help you bring us the gypsy girl and nothing more.”
The Lady opened the book and began to read. After what seemed hours she turned her face once more to Aingeal.
“You belong to us now my dear and nothing can change that. Resign yourself to that fact and things will go much soother for you. We do not wish to cause you harm, but you offer us no other options. Do as you are told and be happy in the knowledge that the mother of the child will not be harmed, even after the infant’s birth. This is our assurance to you. Our promise.”
Tilting her head she smiled, “Rest now dear Aingeal and wake refreshed and in good spirits, for your time is at hand.”
Her eyes opened wide, trying to slow her breathing, only to stare out in the darkness. Turning her head she could see Lucas there his breath soft, traveling in the land of Nod; "It's only a dream", Aingeal thought to herself, only a dream.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 8, 2012 20:02:55 GMT -5
Laying there waiting to hear the now familiar creak of the staircase, even under his careful steps they gave his arrival away. Aingeal listened. The silence of the house was a comfort, allowed for her to become lost in her own thoughts. Seeing all that has been coming to light, lead Aingeal to wonder; were each of them paying the fine to the Fates for a lifetime of ill begotten deals and alliances and now the Fates called upon each of them for repayment? Aingeal was always aware that the small potions, ointments and gr-es bags she made for many over the years to ward off evil, attract love or to protect; the price was always twofold; the patron and the Mamam had to each give their part in asking for these favors from the Fates. Now Aingeal could not tell, was this the end of the journey or only the beginning of a life long quest. Though the daemons were very much a part of the physical world, where the most visible harm was seen... Frighteningly, the one that was in her head did the most damage. The only time they were quiet was in his presence. Something beyond her reasoning, much like an invisible metal cloak it enveloped her that did not allow them in where she silently fought them.
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The flue rattled violently. "Lucas?' Aingeal said in a tight voice.
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"No dear child.... Its your pet... Come now let us in.......
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Quietly as possible, holding her breath Aingeal slid down between the wall and the bed. The metal began to scrap the stone of the chimney. Covering her ears, the noise was so much like that of the ordeal; the heavy metal nails that broke through her hands and into the mortar of the cell.
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The sound thundered through the room, "Aingeal" the voice came as if carried on the wind, "let us in ... you fear we'll win ... Worry not child your suffering will be swift" the words fell as gently as leaves escaping the trees with the coming winter. Short shallow breaths were all she could muster. squeezing her fists tightly, they became warm and sticky. The blood seemed to be a constant drip; creating a sound like that of a full rain bucket, it reverberated. In a voice that was hoarse and wild she screamed, "Nooooooo! Stop this!"
Sitting up in the bed breathing as if she had been held under water, the room fell silent. The stairs gave way, Lucas had arrived.
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