Wednesday, August 21, 2013

A Walk on the Beach

Perrie Stevens refolded the linen napkin and placed next the breakfast plate. She took one last sip of tea, rose and then made her way to the wooden stairs that leads to the compound's private beach. 

The doctors cleared her for more strenuous  activity, and she is finally able to explore more of her new surroundings.  Being mindful of their words of caution, she rested both hands upon the teak balustrade.  It was a long way down, and Perrie was content for the moment, to merely take in the sound of the waves crashing upon the lonely shore.

She drew in and breathed deep of the salted air.  At the same time--- Perrie closed her eyes and concentrated on the rhythmic fluctuations of the ocean's sway.  It enthralled her.  And settled her.  It was exactly the prescription she needed filled.  And, as a smile broadened across her weary face, she released her grip and began the descent.

After stopping once to rest, Perrie finally touched her bare foot upon the cool sand.  The inlet was hours away from being warmed by the Sun. And the lingering fog swirled with her passing.  The sand molded to each step as she made her way toward the rocks that jetted from the ocean's keeping. 

The West Winds blew gently and played with the loose wisps of hair about her face.  And Perrie worked to secure a strand behind her left ear as she collected her gauze skirt and stooped to get a closer look at the tide pools.  She reached to touch a petal of one of the flowers, and it quickly folded up into a crusty little donut.  While she marveled at the beauty of the Anemones, it was not lost on her--- her Fate. She rose and stood to look across the great expanse of the sea and give serious thought to the last few months.

Knowing something was not quite right in her life, Perrie closed her eyes one day, several years ago, and asked to know The Truth.  In the wildest of imaginings she could never have conceived of herself as being the very key to it all.  With Doubt, came her Awakening. And with her Awakening, the Correcting truly began.  She stood now within the safety of those who risked so much to find her.  But her, their journey was far from the conclusion once reached.  It could still all go very terribly wrong.

Lost in such deep thought, Perrie barely sensed his Touch as gentle waves washed over her feet. And as the warm water receded, she felt Geffen's ethereal hand brush up her arm and across her bared shoulder. When newly wetted sand began to shift from underneath her toes, he reached Within and enveloped her Crystalline heart.  A sigh escaped her lips and Perrie welcomed the embrace.

'Good morning, My Lady.' he whispered Within.

She drew up a fisted hand to her heart and savored the voice in her mind.  A renewed smile broadened upon her face; but--- it was Ray Lynn's smile that formed; not her own that was felt.

'Good morning, My Love.' Dellasseea VoiceThought Within.

As Perrie raised her left hand, it was his movement that rested it upon her right.  His hand that caressed the one she held tight to her breast.  It was here, having crossed and survived both Time and dimensional Space, that two stood Within; as one. 

Always mindful of their vulnerability during such moments, and ever protective of Geffen's efforts, Dellasseea N'Syis forced the disconnect.  Perrie stepped back from the waters edge. And the dry sand swirled as she turned around and looked up to find Ray Lynn standing at the balustrade.  She watched him take in a deep breath and draw himself back into their current reality. His eyes opened and he focused them upon hers.  And this time the smile upon her face was that of her own making.

'Shall I come down to help you back up?'

'Yes, I think.'  Perrie VoiceThought.

She had her Chronicles to write.  And he had an album to finish recording.  All too soon she would join Traverse on the road.  A very new life was about to begin.  Much of which she knew to expect.  But there was a great deal more she could not yet know.  And I am needed elsewhere; as another Awakening is to begin.

Blessings, LL Abbott
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Excerpted storyline from The Bead [WIP]
Caged Heart--The Last Heartbound / The Forbidden World Chronicles ~L.L. Abbott
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Monday, August 19, 2013

Lord of the Herd Sires

She walked among them and tended to their Young in times of strife. She collected their down as it shed during the molt. When the seasons changed, she followed after them as they migrated to the lower lands.  And ultimately risked the human skin she walked in during their Spring Crossings and return to the Winter County; when the waters ran angry with thawing ice.

During her time upon EeDellon, she lived and breathed with them, but I needed now to teach her of one's death.  And I gave to her the vision of the last of his breath. 

Perrie Stevens settled herself upon the overstuffed chair, while I gathered the images required of me.  As her breathing became concentrated and shallowed, the storyline formed just behind her eyes:

Irryilay became agitated as the agents of his pending death moved closer.  He paced through the trees at the forest's edge.  His bugle pierced the silence of the new day.  Steam billowed from his mouth; streaming into the chilled morning air. He sensed an unease as he bolted from the trees.  With his tail up, and another sound of alarm, Irryilay charged at the females of his band, forcing them to scatter.  Bewildered the calves and yearlings followed after their mothers.  He snorted. And trotted up and down the ridge line.  He continued to dispatch them from their comfort, and into the protection of the surrounding trees.

Irryilay paced the meadow. His footfalls muffled by the dry grasses.  With his band out of immediate sight, and safe behind him, he stood finally in silence; surveying his land.  The growing stillness alarmed him. There was no birdsong.  Nor even a sound of their wings in flight. The was no chirp of a Chipmunk. Nor even the flutter of a grasshopper disturbed by his might. No sound save his own breath, and the beat of his heart.

Long snorts of steamed breath trailed upon the frosted air. Then came a whistle from the nothingness.  A sound alien to his ears.  And from seemingly nowhere darkened figures rushed, from all around, to surround his escape.  Irryilay turned around, and around.  Looking upon those whom refused him passage. While they had the look of the Valley Tribes, that is not what he saw in their eyes. Nor what he sensed of the energy around him. 

From the nothingness again, came that alien sound, and an overwhelming dread overtook the lord of all herd sires.  Panic swelled as the humans stood motionless.  Something lingered, but remained hidden.  Irryilay reared and stomped.  And upon his notion to charge, there came a thunderous sound.  Irryilay fell upon the ground in agony. A searing stench filled his nostrils. He writhed in pain.  All the while not knowing its cause. 

"Take the horns from his head!" A craggy disembodied voice commanded.

Nets were thrown and secured to the ground. Irryilay bugled. He breath billowed. An axe was raised and then split into his skull. Blood gushed and flowed into his eyes. His scream filled and echoed upon the air; staccatoed by the pain. A second axe rose, shimmering with the light of the Sun, and then it fell to strike him dead.

But the agents of his death lacked finesse in this kind of deed. It took two more blows to separate the massive racks from the four-legged's bone. But once yanked free and clear, as quick as the darkened figures came, they were just as mysteriously disappeared.

In the cool of a now quiet morning, certain of the Does filtered back out of the forest.  They called to their sire, but no response was heard.  They stomped and hesitated to move closer. Steam rose up from the great sire's gaping wounds, and his crimson blood flowed over the trampled Autumn grasses to soak deep into the earth.  The silence was now solemn.  The loss would be felt forever.  But only decades later would I allow it to be mourned.

NOTE: See the Companion Piece: Lost and Found -- Puzzle Pieces

Blessings, LL Abbott
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Excerpted storyline from The Bead [WIP]
Caged Heart--The Last Heartbound / The Forbidden World Chronicles ~L.L. Abbott
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Sunday, August 11, 2013

Daily Writing Prompt for August 11th

His true self does not require this thing called Sleep. But, the organic matter he was forced to inhabit long, long ago does. Hence Aukasaunon's quandary. His human shell looks as haggard and worn as his true self might reveal; were it even known by the masses he controls that he is anything other than Human.

But there are unidentified ships in the noon day sky, drawing attention away from the time he very much requires to rejuvenate. What with such a massive effort spent, only just the night before, orchestrating an horrendous amount of death, destruction, and terror upon a world this world knows not to exist.

Blessings, LL Abbott
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