Eaving Stones: Chapter 2 – Part D

All three finished their lunch in silence. It had been an extraordinary night for both of the girls, they had both been beautifully dressed and duly admired. But Beau found such formalities to be a bore, and would have preferred going hunting in the woods, or experimenting with metal work.

Beau had always felt an oddity, Being a male Gypsy Beau wasn’t as powerful as his sister or Quinn, being that magic gifts were passed through the strongest via the female line. But it wasn’t this which made him feel odd. What made it worse was the fact that he was always being compared with his sister. To the world she always seemed perfect and incapable of doing anything untoward. A good girl, who followed all the rules, polite and innocent.

Strange as it seemed however, Beau knew a different side to his sister. Although he was never able to prove any of his theory’s true. Usually discarding any thoughts as mere coincidence, or even Paranoia. Beau always approached matters concerning his sister with a heavy heart.

There were many times when things that had happened which didn’t quite add up. What was worse were the consequences, of what Beau assumed were her actions. No-one had died, but a few of their fellow acolytes had suffered very suspicious injuries.

The three of them finished their meal in silence. Any good humor that had been brought to the table, quickly evaporated, like any dreams they may have been having before they were rudely woken! There were sure to be a number of short fuses around the towers this day.

Most of Sangreal had attended the previous nights celebrations. Beltane rituals had started shortly after sunset and continued till just before midnight. A few returned to their homes, but the majority stayed for the after festivities. It had been splendid, warm clear night, and had been the perfect distraction from recent troubles which were threatening the borders of the Eaving Realm. Boasting the Moral of all of its people.

Quinn and Bella had been had been amongst the girls of the Sangreal who’s desire was to be the Green Lady this year, but were amongst the many girls disappointed and turned away. Beau had teased the girls about it when he had seen the rejected looks on their faces. But the Green Man chosen was Jarelle. One of Beau’s fellow students which he disliked greatly.

By the time the three had finished their meals, the hall was filled with sound of voices and laughter. The other Acolytes had finally joined them, and the Elder Counsel had also entered and were taking their seats at the large wooden table at the head of the hall.

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Eaving Stones: Chapter 2 – Part C

“Good Morning,” Quinn said yawning.

“Morn,” replied Beau.

Quinn took her seat with a thud. She felt as though all her energy had been sucked out of her.

“So give me all the gossip then,” said Bella leaning forward with excitement. “You were still here at midnight with us, but by an hour past when we were leaving…” There was a mischievous glint in her eye as she continued. “… you were gone, without even a farewell or good eve.” Bella tossed her head over -dramatically , pretending to be annoyed.

Quinn smiled. Bella had been her best friend since they were very young, and the two of them were very close. Beau, was Bella’s birth twin, born of the same mother, and at the same time. The three were normally found in each others company, and they shared a strong bond.

“Well actually,” replied Quinn, her smile broadening and her cheeks flushing slightly. “I went home.”

“I’m sure you did dear Quinn,” smirked Bella. “The question is did you go home alone? And if you didn’t then what happened on the way?”

Laughing, Quinn’s cheeks turned a deeper shade of red. She hadn’t been alone the night before when she had returned home. She reached forward and grabbed a bread roll and begun to butter it.

“Come on Quinn!” whined Bella. “Tell me. I have been dying to hear what happened.”

“Yes,” said Beau rolling his eyes. “Please just tell her Que. She has been driving be batty with it all morn.” As usual, Beau’s face was sullen when referring to Quinn and other boys. It was well known that Beau carried a torch for his long time love Quinn.

“Oh shut-up Beau. Just because your jealous,” said Bella defensively. She would have said more, but knew that Quinn’s love life was a touchy subject. Instead, she tucked the lock of white blonde hair which escaped her braid behind her ears, and continued serving herself a helping of chicken and corn soup.

Quinn was used to the Twin bickering, and picking at each other. She too continued to server herself lunch also, and said nothing more on the subject. Last nights details would have to wait until they had some time away from beau. She knew Beau had feeling towards her that was more than friendship. But as neither Beau nor herself would outwardly admit it in the vicinity of each other, a possible romance had never blossomed.

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Morgan Le Fay

Morgan le Fay was the sister of King Arthur. In his stories, Thomas Mallory made her the wife of Urien and the mother of Yvain. She was a rather tempestuous, malefic woman who tried to murder both her husband and King Arthur, and who had a number of lovers. She learned the magical arts from Merlin and used this knowledge to trick Arthur into sleeping with her. From this union she bore Mordred, the son who brought discord to Camelot and died inflicting a fatal wound on his father.
But these tales are of a late date. Earlier tradition makes her the ruler of the island of Avalon. Some associate Avalon with modern-day Glastonbury in England. Its name is derived from the Welsh afall, meaning ‘apple”, since the island is covered in apple orchards. It is also sometimes called the Fortunate Isle and may be compared with the Irish Tir Nan Og.

Avalon is inhabited by nine sisters, of which Morgan is the most beautiful and most powerful. As king Arthur lay dying after the battle of Camlann, Morgan appeared with a ship of women and carried Arthur to the island of Avalon. There he still lies with his knights under a fairy hill until Britain shall need him again. The island exited in legend long before the familiar Arthurian tales. In early Celtic legend, it could only be reached on a boat guided by the sea god Barinthus, and was a place fit only for the bravest and best.

Morgan was a goddess of the druids, perhaps related to Modron or Matrona, the Welsh divine mother goddess. She has aspects of maiden, mother, and crone. She is certainly related to the Lady of the Lake and to the fairy rulers of enchanted islands. Her name may be derived from the Welsh môr, “sea”, and gân, “a birth,” i.e., “born of the sea.” Again, the name may arise from the Welsh Mor Gwyn, meaning “white lady.”

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Eaving Stones: Chapter 2 – Part B.

Reluctantly, Quinn managed to tear herself away from the window and made her way down the stairs. The next tower held the great dinning hall was the Acolytes would gather for lunch, and although she had eaten more than her fill the night before, found herself starving.

Perhaps it was all the magics that from the night before, she thought. It’s been a while since I’ve done that much magic all at once. I guess I should be grateful I haven’t magic sickness with all that I did.

With that, Quinn continued in the direction of the dining hall. She had first intended to stop by and collect her friends Beau and Bella. But the rumbling in her stomach told her that breaking her fast was much more important.

Quinn descended the staircase, as she had done numerous times before. The towers looked to have been active for hours. The delightful smells of roast meat cooking along side freshly harvested vegetables, wafted towards her.

As always, the foyer at the foyer at the base of the stairs was filled with freshly cut flowers. Magnificent Iris blooms, Roses, violets, flowers of many kinds and colors. She adored the fresh cuttings, and wondered how they would look still growing in the earth. The wind making them dance  as they open and close as the day passes. The sounds of talking and laughing echoed from not far in the distance. She wasn’t too far from the dining hall, and what most likely were students gathering for the lunch time meal.

Yawning again, stretching her arms widely. Allowing one finger to pluck as Iris from its resting place as she passed by.

Bella and Beau had been woken early also, and surprised Quinn by already being seated at their  usual dinning table. All three were had been out late and the signs were now showing.

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Eaving Stones: Chapter 2 – Part A

Sun shone through the stained glass windows of Quinn’s room, bathing it in a soft pink light. In the centre of the light stood an enormous bed, and curled up among the covers was Quinn, still fast asleep.

It was a beautiful day outside, and the residents of the Sangreal Towers had started their day many hours before. Unlike Quinn, and many others her age who had attended the celebrations and rituals of the previous eve. It had been a celebration of Mid-summers eve, as well as a testing of power. Quinn had performed well showing skill and precision with all she attempted. She had retired to bed around dawn with pride and joy in her heart.

The Towers hand Maidens had been ordered to allow the young Acolytes to sleep longer than usual due to the previous night’s events. Each of them was exhausted both mentally and physically. This was not at all pleasing to them, and many were in an impatient fluster come mid-morning. Now their duties would continue long into the evening, when they could be at home.

Sadly for Quinn, as well as a handful of other Acolytes, was woken abruptly shortly after noon. Disgruntled servants helping them to bathe and dress before ushering them out of their chamber doors.

Quinn turned to say something to the woman who had just served her, but she had already disappeared back inside the chamber doors, muttering under her breath before she had the chance. Yawning, and somewhat bewildered, she turned towards the corridor, and wandered absently towards the spiral staircase at the end.

Rubbing the sleep from her eyes, she was met b a cool breeze blowing in from outside. She breathed in deep, enjoying the smell of the sea. Quinn loved the sea, swimming in its waves and surf, its cool depths and velvet touch on her skin. Even the colors fascinated her, with many shades of blue, grey and green. She paused a moment to gaze from the upstairs window. She stood in awe of the sight. No matter how many billion times she had gazed out the window, it always managed to appear different each time.

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Eaving Stones: Chapter 1 – Part F.

The tune he whistled reminded Miranda of an old nursery rhyme that the children of the caravan used to sing. She felt an instant pang of sorrow at remembering all those she had left behind. Unsure what had happened to them after she had fled.
Gazing at her surroundings, Miranda found herself in a clearing, amongst a forest of thick trees. She vaguely remembered she had been running away, and had run all the way here.
“Will not be much longer now Girl. A feast for you all nice and classy!” said Jasper, who gazed back at her over his shoulder. She was pale and frightened, her eyes wide with terror.
Miranda turned her head slowly towards him, for the pain her head was severe and persistent. Images and memories of the previous nights events were still foggy, though she remembered most of it. The fire, the forest, the book. “Oh no!” she thought, her face becoming impossibly paler.
“Don’t fret now Girl,” said Jasper kindly. He was again at her side, but this time, he held a plate of steaming hot food.
Miranda ignored the plate, attempting to protest and demand to know the were-abouts of the Grimoire, which she knew she had received from her mother before running into the forest. But before she could, the Clurician was shaking his finger at her making a ‘tsk, tsk’ sound, just as a mother would when scolding a naughty child.
“Rest young Girl,” said Jasper. His expression genuinely concerned and somewhat gentle. “You have a long journey ahead of you. Yes, yes you do. Your destiny awaits and you are the key, while that book of yours is the clue.”
Miranda’s eyes flew open wide at the mention of the book. But before she could ask anything more, the Clurician made it clear she was to take the plate of food from him before he would participate any further with her questioning. His small fur covered face firm, and furry foot tapping with slight impatience.
Hesitantly she took the plate, which admittedly smelt wondrous. Bacon, eggs and toast, were piled high on the plate. She took a piece of toast and began to eat, looking up at the Clurician hoping for approval. She was rewarded with a brad grin.
“The sacred tomb which you carried,” he continued, “is safe, a safer place they cannot make. Than in this chest which will not break.” His voice was almost musical as he spoke the strange cryptic phrase. “A guard is Jasper, who I am by name, and with my life I have sworn to proclaim, that I shall protect ya’ll and the treasure ya hold till I deliver ya safely to the Shamany herself.”

“I really don’t know how you aren’t the size of a Hippopotoptimice!” Jasper continued, making himself comfortable at the edge of Miranda’s make shift bed. “The way you all keep your gobs open like that. Why its hardly a good diet for someone so young.” The Clurician looked at her solemnly, as though he was genuinely concerned for her hearth. His large brown eyes kind and gentle.

Miranda, still unsure what Jasper had said, was sure interested in the book and the plate of food than this creatures strange curiosity with eating insects. Every movement she made was agony, but her hunger stronger than her pain. She gulped hungrily at the meal as she listened.

This Creature had obviously been sent to retrieve her and found her as she had been sent to keep her safe the question was, who was it had sent him and for what reason? She continued eating hungrily, waiting for him to continue speaking. But he did not.

Instead the creature had himself snugly in front of her. His cloak, had been neatly spread out around him and he now sat fully concealed by it.

Puzzled, Miranda chewed her mouthful of bacon and eggs slowly, watching the Clurician. He sat quietly returning the gaze.

When she was done, Miranda spoke. “Who sent you?”

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An Initiation.

The Eucalyptus leaves crunched beneath her feet and darkness grows with a quietness and serenity. Tonight she steps out of the mundane world and enters the unknown Underworld on her own. When she returns it will be with insight.

She arrives at the ritual site, an old disused mine in South Australia. The darkness envelops her as the clan brings in the quarters. They circle and sing and watch as she approaches the Underworld. This she must do alone.

She throws a coin down the mine shaft and slowly descends the ladder. She had no sooner put one foot on the ground when Kali springs to life asking her the purpose of her intrusion of her domain. Her heart pounds. She responds and then is directed on her journey.

The darkness is so black; she must feel her way along the shaft, touching the sides. There is only just enough head room to stand. She can only continue to move forward. Turning back would loose her way.

The chants of the rest of the group are barely audible now. She is there. She is on her own in the womb of the mother there is no fear. She feels safe. She feels beautiful. Minutes pass. She keeps on going.

She sees a change in the blackness, first to brown, then to lemon. She has done it. She is overwhelmed with pride. Ecstatic! Wonderful! On her arrival she receives a gift, a reading from the High Priestess, before taking her place in the circle with the rest of the group. Tears of joy streamed down her face. No one spoke, everyone knew. Although it is different for everyone, it is an experience they will cherish always.

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Eaving Sontes: Chapter 1 – Part E

“Come, come dear girl. Close you gob! We can’t have you filling up with flies and insects when I have made you such a fine breakfast,” he said, grinning down at her.

Miranda obediently allowed the amused Clurician to close her mouth, with a soft furry finger. This creature was most definitely peculiar, but she sensed he meant her no harm. Another moment of déjàvu.

“Your name is Jasper isn’t it?” she asked, her voice sounding strangled and unusual.

“The Girl remembers my name,” sang Jasper is the name I was given by my mother at birth, and so it will remain till I return to mother earth.”

With another lively jig, Jasper made his way behind the young girl. “Let us raise you up to sit, and maybe you can eat even just a little bit.”

Miranda let the Clurician gently raise her to a sitting position. Her head throbbed harder with the effort. She groaned pitifully clutching her hands to her head.

“Easy does it now Girl,” Jasper said kindly. “You sure did give your noggin a flogging!”

The Clurician let go of Miranda and with a short skipping jig crossed the area between were he had been, and the smoldering coals of a cooking fire encircled with stone. As quick as he had left, the nimble creature had returned to her side, with a large green sleeping swag. Neatly rolled and tied with thick leather straps.

“Here,” said Jasper in a quiet tone. “Rest against old Jaspers swag. Your bobbley head and skinny neck will need rest before it will sit right again.”

Unsure of the correct response to such an insulting and odd statement, Miranda chose to say nothing. Instead she attempted to smile as best she could, and nod her head, which she regretted immediately.

Jasper saw her grimace in pain. “Now, now,” said the Clurician in a more formal tone. He pointed his short stubby finger at her, imitating a figure of authority. “We can’t have any of that either. How your kind manage to balance those giant noggins is beyond me!” His other hand now resting on his hip.

Again, Miranda wasn’t sure of the correct response. Jaspers cryptic phrases were so confusing, and with the pain in her head she was having trouble keeping up. This time she made no effort to respond, and continued to stare at Jasper in his odd stance.

The Clurician remained unmoving for a moment gently shaking one fury finger at her with one hand and his other resting on his hip. It was an amusing pose, and Miranda would have laughed, had Jasper not been looking at her with such and intense stare. For a moment, she thought her lack of response may have offended him. But before she could attempt to say something, the Clurician had nimbly jigged his way back to the cooking coals, and set to work. Then he began to whistle.

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Eaving Stones: Chapter 1 – Part D

She remembered running, and the effort of a long journey. She carried something with her. Something heavy, and important. Miranda was sure she was supposed to protect it. But from what? She couldn’t remember. The fire perhaps?

All around her were trees. Tall thick trunks with clawing branches, which tore at her clothes and scratched at her skin.

Pain filled her head suddenly, and she remembered falling. She had hit her head on something solid, and hard. Her head hurt badly. She raised her arm slowly to her head, inspecting the area with her hand.

A large bump had raised from her skin, and very painful to touch. Luckily when she inspected her hand, she found no evidence of blood, or an open wound. Though someone was banging on metal gongs on her head. Bang, bang, Band!

She tried to turn over to relieve the pressure in her throbbing head. But no matter which way she turned, the noise in her head only got louder.

The louder the sound became, the more real the pain in her eyes, and was rewarded by the greeting of a beautiful blue sky, and what appeared to be a warm summers day.

The bright sun temporarily blinded her, though the pounding in her head did not cease. In fact it seemed to get even louder.

“Awake, awake, its about time. The fireball wandered up high a long time ago. It will soon be all out of shine.” Said a familiar voice. Miranda was puzzled, she couldn’t tell where the voice had originated and she wasn’t sure she was capable of sitting up just yet.

“Beginning to worry I was. Thought you must have hit that bobbly head of yours harder than what it actually did seem,” said the Clurician. His furry yellow face appearing directly above her own.

Stunned, Miranda could not do anything but blink and stare with her mouth gaped wide open.

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Eaving Stones: Chapter 1 – Part C

“Oh dear girl, why I am me and you are you of course!” he said with the same musical lilt.

What a peculiar answer, she thought, cautiously scanning for the owner of the voice.

“Now, now girl, no need to fear now that Jasper be here.”

Miranda, in large amounts of pain and having suffered an ordeal of sorts, was in no mood for games. “Jasper? Is that your name?” she asked.

“Yes, yes,” said Jasper, who had suddenly appeared at her side. His strange little paw like hand, gently lowering her head back down to the pillow.

She peered up at the strange face staring back at her. A fine layer of yellowish fur covered his face, and from what she could tell, he stood no taller than her waist. He had a stocky build, and although he was short, looked as though he was strong despite his small stature. One thing was for sure, Jasper was not human.

“Rest now dear lassie, time to sleep. When you wake in the Morn there will be plenty to eat.”

Miranda was still frozen. She wasn’t comfortable with this idea at all. But her body and mind were so exhausted that she could not think of a refute to argue. Perhaps this was the Clurician the voice had spoken of, she thought. Surely it would be safe.

“What exactly are you?” Miranda managed to say.

“Why I am a Clurician of course of course,” replied the strange little creature. “A Clurician on a Mission!”

As sleep took over Miranda couldn’t help but sense a déjà vu. Something that the creature had said reminded her of what seemed like a distant memory.

Miranda fell into a sleep filled with awkward visions and images of an all consuming fire. People, running for their lives, only to be taken by the invading flames. Their flesh melting away from the bone, terrified eyes begging to be freed from the agony of burning alive. Terrified wails of the fires helpless victims, followed by the sorrowful sounds of mourning of those who were now lost forever.

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