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Ch2- The Journal's Story SARA - A Christian Fantasy Novel by Cynthia Handloser
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'Sara writes: DAY 1:
This odd red rock just appeared out of nowhere! I was so angry when I left! I feel I am no longer home yet in another world. The sky is different. It smells different here, very arid and dry as a wasteland. It appears hotter then any day I have ever known. Where…where am I? Have I gone mad? Am I mad? If I sense this heat shouldn’t I sweat somehow? This world is dead and red. This can’t be home for I feel peace and am somewhat happy. I am a bit lonely though and I am afraid of the sky being a blaring flame, it really doesn’t bother me though. I wonder if I am in hell or given a glimpse of what hell would be like for me...
*for reading ease, the rest of the journal entries are presented in a bold Century Gothic font
I
remember only my grandma’s rocking chair and the tears I couldn’t
cry. I loathe and I don’t have remorse for my disgust! No one would
notice if I didn’t exist. My parents wished I didn't exist. They never
wanted me. No one wants to know what makes me happy.
Everyone wants to be in command of everyone and everything—worship
them for their riches and blessings with false admiration. I have no
riches. I want no riches, but blessings—how have I been blessed? Oh I
try to show them truly good things. I do, I do! And what do I get? They
hurt me, make fun of me and just put me down for my failures, my
weakness. Then there is my sickness that drives them away. I drive them
away. Life is one very long struggle of pain. My life is lost in the
cracks and crevice below my feet of an old rundown cabin. I have had
enough of complaining…and…no I can’t think that thought. No. Not
yet. Not now.
I don’t know what to think. My thoughts are a big
mess like a ball of yarn the cat plays with as he hovers hissing in the
corners of grandma’s dresser …hissing…hissing. Rage is all I felt.
It lifted me from my catatonic slumber. For all I know I am still
sitting in that big, fluffy chair, allowing my mind and soul to wonder
and I never broke that big picture window I sat in front of. I did jump
out of it! I did! I know I did.
From
the multitude suddenly came a mix of emotion in Faesyde'. Some began to hiss and others were
at awe. They yelled one way or another. The Manx wondered if the crowd
would see the importance to The Gathering. She prayed they would at
least behave. As she had that thought, she realized it had been some
time since she had heard a prayer and had never thought of praying
herself before. This gave the Scalier hope despite the booing.
To
recall the beginning, what I remember of it, is a burden. Maybe some
demon has captured me and I sit in his place as it got up and he now
lives my life where I gave up on it. Why do I write this down to torment
myself for it appears useless at first? I think it is my hope that
someone will read my journals and make sense of who I am where I have
failed to. I think my misery and dreams will guide someone to answers I
am blind too. I call it my silent prayer and my stream of thought.
This
is a new book for a new place. Maybe I’ll begin again here. I have
heard of goblins kidnapping babies. Maybe they kidnapped me? Maybe I am
sitting in that big chair wishing that goblins kidnapped me when I was a
baby and all of this is some silly dream? Anyhow… My mind is within my
journals. I don’t have them here with me. Oh…this one is all I will
be able to remember of my life tomorrow! What a pity. I really don’t
mind it somehow. Wait, wait, wait…I still have grandma’s bible! Well
I can’t be in hell. God’s word can’t be in hell. Satan’s curse
is to dwell in the pain and loss away from the bliss of the vision of
God. God’s presence must be here then. I always wanted time to read
the Bible. I guess now is no better time then any for tomorrow I will
have forgotten all of today. But where am I? Oh yeah...I ran with steaming tears and bloody flesh into the steamy forest and into the old man’s cornfield. I left the cursed world and all who dwelled within it. My rage was consuming me, I thought it had consumed my soul as well as my wrath shouted out with that big black book in my hand to all creation. The stalks ripped at me with whips ripping the flesh off my bones and setting me free. Oh freedom; like a lazy day in a rocking chair with nothing to do. No. No. No. That was my prison!
Later in DAY 1
I
have to start over I think I have began to jumble everything up again…
Where was I? I was. I was no more then I was. Sitting, I sat in that
rocking chair rocking enraged inside. Not like now. Not like now. Never
mind how I got there. How did I get here? All I can remember of then was
a life of misery, the pain.
What happened? What caused me pain? It doesn’t
matter. What matters now? Nothing matters. It was just me and the smoke
screen of yesterday’s past. A shadow of forgotten tomorrows
disappearing in the thoughts of…I am sick of being sick. I am tired of
being tired and hearing that same ol’ cliché of a cliché of a cliché
rerunning in my head. Who am I? Where am I? Why does everyone leave me?
I am so completely alone? I am nothing more then someone’s passing
thought. I am an unoriginal individual. No one special, just a small
will lost fading into a vast universe devouring me as I am devouring it.
I
was sick of sitting and slipping away. I was tired of being a puppet and
afraid to break myself. I had become estranged and empathetic to the
world I thought was around me. I was going insane sitting in that chair
(or was I insane sitting in that chair). Day after day in that cursed
chair! Not like now as the red rock it oddly is soft and shiny as I grow
tired and yawn in sleepy thoughts.
No one came to visit me. No one came to see if I
was even alive! No one cared. Out the big picture window bleak I was. It
was my vision strangling my solace inside me. How I prayed for God to
break the cursed glass I looked through darkly. Not a branch moved upon
dead trees of winter’s white skies, nor a bird sung. Nothing moved in
glad tides toward the sun for chilled wind had captured the days I
watched out the window. Dead branches and dead animals in a frozen sky
became a morbid abstraction and I screamed, “The horror of it all!
Give me a new vision!”
I
threw that wretched red rocking chair into the window and thrashed my
bones and body into the shards. With that big black book in my hands, I
ran into the frozen sky to paint it red with rage and blood. I
screamed, “Hear me what I bring! In my hands lies the truth! In my
soul lays madness, happy madness, cheer and joy, truth and light, a
symphony, and a dance! Awake and move, move and wake!” I too could be
a messenger. I moved the branches with my speed and in my merrymaking I
left a trail of blood.
I
woke the animals with my stench of sweat and blood. I was now the horror
and the world the bystander. No longer apart of chaos, I was neither the
villain nor the victim. Separated and with insane laughter, I ran into
the entanglement of the sleeping forest and out of the forest into a
vast spring cornfield challenging the wood and stalks to battle! With
out-stretched arms I ran into the dark and then the green enemy as the
thorns and whips tore at me. I felt my soul again as I fell upon this
red rock broken and bloody. I ask, “Where am I? Where am I? I have
been lost...so lost... so lost.
I
guess it doesn’t really matter where I am. Tomorrow it won’t matter.
As usual, I won’t remember. As I have said, I always wanted time to
read the Bible. Many times I heard it calling to me as I sat in that
cursed chair. Rocking in silence to ease my jumbled up mind, in the
absence of sound, the Bible woke me. I sat and starred at the word Holy
wishing I was whole. I never picked it up until today. I was simply
sitting. I reached out my hand and knocked that big hissing cat away
from the dresser and in my weakened state it fell in my lap. With wings
it seemed to hover. I thought to take just a little nap so cozy with the weight
of it on my lap balancing me in that big red rocker so I wouldn’t tilt
over or slip down. Suddenly I began talking to God to tell him how the
world had turned cruel and how this flesh was failing mankind and me. I
asked what had I done? Why was we punished this way? Was I not meant to
be saved because of my illness as the old ladies whispered to my
grandmother thinking I am to dumb to notice? Why, why, why, they all
ask! Why then Lord is it this way?
What
I asked is this…? What did this book do to me? I got myself mad in a
slumber. I lost sight of reality. Now I don’t know if I am dreaming or
if this is real? Did I breakout of that glass? Did I run out into the
dark forest drawn by God and claiming my desire to be a Christian? Did I
mystically arrive here by an angel’s or a devil’s will? Have I gone
insane? Am I insane or am I inside an emotion of imagined rage? I thumped this good book and it sure sounds real. I opened the pages and the words appear oddly illuminated. That is odd isn’t it? Okay, I know I have my enigmas, but I am sure I am in another world! How can such a thing cause so much so fast in such a short time? Did the Bible kill me? Am I in limbo of some sort? So I think until someone or something finds me I will just read this good book and write in my journal. For now, I see my wounds bleeding yet I am healed. I feel a smile on my face...it is nice to be broken and smile wondering what awaits you even if it is quaint. DAY 3
It
has been maybe seconds or minutes, maybe hours or days since I have been
here. I have no sense of time. I would say um… three days have passed.
On this rock the scene never changes. I walked out into the horizon. The
land is flat and crude. I wondered as far as I could still see from the
red rock in all directions and I never found the forest or the cornfield
I wrote of the days before. Oddly, I do remember my home today. I am
sure that my grandmother will be worried and searching for me by now. No
signs of a search party as far as I will venture from my point of
reality, aka "the rock".
I
have begun reading now. In Genesis, if I understand correctly, all of
humanity is cursed forever into sin. So it is sin that we are in and
need to be saved from. All brought unto us by birth from our father Adam
no matter how good we are we can’t escape its filthy pull. This
book has sunk claws into me and won’t let go. Maybe …just maybe… I
am asleep in the rocking chair and the cat has attacked me and I can’t
wake up! No, No distractions! I think how…how can it be? Is this book
really pursuing me to believe we all are cursed? I have already come as
close to terms of my understanding that I am crazy as I can accept. But
now I am cursed too! Is this book a beautiful illusion to blame and
create God for man’s distaste for death and human life being without a
meaning? This is enough to drive some sane men into delusions, but to
add they are cursed as well? That is a hard pill for them to swallow.
Can I swallow it? I do believe there is more to this story then what
meets the eye. Mankind is wicked and I can see why God would curse us,
but I thought that was my pessimistic wish, as I remained estranged and
alien to them. Was I human, after all I was very different? Yes I am and
I see now for that wish I must be cursed. Oh that was very accusing of
me (accusing and filthy for me to wish such a thing). So God’s
righteous law is feed up with us…hmm. For
this reason I have got the answer to my question: Why we are punished. DAY 4
I flipped again to Revelations. I am not that far in my reading
yet. It is a long book. The
illustrations show several Ark pictures I came across today... my
illness is incomparable to Noah’s mission, but everyone thought Noah was
crazy. Some guy building this great ark and everyone thinking… Hey
Noah it’s never rained before so how is it going too now and drown us
all? Yeah, sure! They didn’t believe him. I can completely relate to being
misunderstood and laughed at. Who is the wiser though in the end? Noah
was on the boat.
I really just can't concentrate on reading so I
walked further today to the north until I reached a high cliff towering
above me. For a second I thought, I saw a man. I was not sure if I
imagined it. He was gone as soon as I saw him. I found a few more of my
things there, but no trace of a forest or cornfield. I made a note to my
location and drew a large arrow in the sand to the south towards the red
rock. I have not felt any wind since I been here (maybe a mild breeze,
but no wind). This leads me to believe my arrow will stay intact and be
seen in the sky if anything can fly in the inferno that engulfs the
heavens above me. Later in DAY 4 There is not much here to do except read the bible that survives with me. I read a lot and found that I can remember my days better without the journal now. All hope of my rescue is gone for I must be in a new world. If I was dreaming I would of woke by now? ...
Scalier breaks away here to put a few things into her own words, she could see the masses heavy with questions both good and bad. The Manx replied in a purring tone, “Sara goes on to write her thoughts about the first books of her bible. Some of you might be wondering, what are these books she speaks of, were might we find this bible of Sara’s? Later more of your questions will be answered. Yet now let us relax…yes relax. Be patience and listen. Don’t be in a hurry or in fear my friends."
As she repeated this she began to glow herself and slowly she felt more like an angel then she had before. The Blue Manx, our dear Scalier, was atoning peace inside again.
The Manx continued, “After countless days of reading the Bible, Sara’s sensibility and stability grew strong then crumbled. As most of you recall, our realm began to affect her now in a different way in the days that follow. She was on the borders of the Land of Confusion and the Land of Misery. All beings lose their mental capability in these loathsome lands; humans are particularly vulnerable to this. As I read this concentrate on this. Confusion overcame her mentality and misery engulfed her sentiment. She imagined fake company as the human child Oni does imaginary friends and foes but unlike Oni they were not whole. Sara tore her clothes to rags and wore her past sins about her in the vast cater that red rock lies in. The pit there goes deep and with Sara’s not knowing where she was, she began to reach the inter depths of her soul to find a way of comforting herself. Yet the book she read, this Bible, was slowly opening her eyes to a path and trial even greater then what lay before her in the solitude of the Bleeding Stone. I know my words sound foreign to you Creatures and the Younger but the Watchers should remember when
the Creator created the humans and what was a soul.”
Scalier abruptly begins with Sara’s words, DAY 200
For many years I have seen a
silhouette and yet I never made out the image. I have crawled in the
dark in the darkest of places blindly with shaking hands. I have felt
for the path and stepping stones before me and stumbled in oblivion
until all that was holding me up was my hope to not make the mistake
again and again as I fell. Some one has been holding me through the
emptiness. Some one has wiped my tears away and whispered never give up.
In
sadness, I dwell for I saw God in a tower almighty before me and
enormous was the quest for a soul so small. I dreamed of, for only once,
I would feel the peace that from the distance shined with magnitude
beyond any imaginable beauty. I being not as skilled as other Bible characters
that
scaled the walls and as my eyes shined with light, I found grace and
mercy for me that I was thankful to be as close as I was. I sit on the
cold red rock with chilling sorrow that I didn’t have what it takes to
make it into heaven. I was fearful and ignorant of the way. I believed
nothing or no one could forgive me for my sins, how could they when I
couldn’t forgive myself.
There
came a whisper upon the wind “You need a Savior and a helping hand.”
A
Fish in the Sky The masses was confused. The Manx enlightened them, ”The time there was of the Awakening time in the lower hemisphere. Sara was there for approximately only eights days as she read her big black book called the Bible. At this point in her journal, she had discovered the ancient religion she read about was much more then a book. It was alive and unending. The Creator gave the humans a gift to be saved from their curse to find salvation if they so desired. But Sara had not read enough yet to realize, a Savior this gift was called. We will get to that later. Within this book she leaves us a view of our realm and history that not even the wisest Creature or Watcher knows of, and if they do then they need to be reminded of why it is special. Younger or Elder, Creature or Watcher… within these pages is answers you seek or need to be reminded of. Through Sara, this knowledge has been renewed and brought again to Faesyde’. Yes, Sara was lost at first, but despite herself she headed on the right path. She just needed to open her eyes and her heart to what she was reading…
"Listen to what our Sara writes here…
DAY 205
I do believe that the isolation
of the crater and my imagination were playing tricks on me. That was
when Skky found me. It has been some time since I wrote. Skky, as this
Creature calls himself, is a shape-shifter. That means he may assume any
form he desires. If he wishes, he may chose a form and be that form
forever. There is a downfall to this, he then can’t go home again. He does have a real form but
that he says he can’t tell just anyone for then they have power over
him, but only those from where he comes from know and he guards himself
well from this. He is a ball of
anti-matter with a soul, as I seem to understand it, for Skky isn’t
real he is of the Ethereal- meaning otherworldly or, as he likes to put
it, airy.
How
we met was not of my liking. He flew over my head as a dragon; half fish
and half cat with sapphire scales and copper eyes. I would say he was
more startled of me at first then I was of him. I had glanced up in my
frazzled mindset of not minding any more where I was. I stared off in
the distance more gone and dead inside then now I can recall. I lay on
my back across "the rock" with my eyes closed giving my breath away. At
least then I saw the darkness I felt inside.
In that glance I jumped up on my knees at the sight
of such strangeness I truly knew was unlike me to imagine. I, to
withdrawn into myself couldn’t speak, couldn’t move. I simple stared
in wonder as that wonder stared at me. The closer it got to me I
didn’t shift. I was quite content to stare it down. Yet I was
thinking, what an odd thing that flies this way!
With
instantaneous speed and lightning rhythm, the Creature was hovering
before me and examining me with a sniffing nose of a bewildered hound.
My eyes widened to points of pain and every fiber of my being stood on
end and alerted me of danger, yet still I stayed.
It
interpreted my thoughts of disfavor of being alone and altered my makeup
to become something somewhat in a human form to communicate with me.
I
had said trembling in fear and nowhere to run, “What are you?”
It
translated my voice commands and began to copy my every word. If I
screamed it screamed. If I blabbered in nonsense so did it.
As
my mind melted from the experiences I had already endured, so did the
meltdown with this continue, ruthless and callous it was until we both
figured out what the other felt with a liquid-like touch of my hand. It
could read my thoughts, and upon seeing I thought it should be solid as
me, so be it, the being, turned itself solid to have skin and bones.
Rapidly I pointed up to the being as he smiled and said in amazing human tongue. “You would like to leave the Bleeding Stone?” I replied with a strong embrace and joy and then with a strong push back when I realized that we
both were a wreck for human eyes. I curled up in a ball on the other side of the rock to say, “Yes please…oh please take me away from
here! Help me and I shall help you
for I am weak and my wounds are now just starting to heal.”
With
untamed green-blue eyes, the being nodded and gave a sigh along more
spoken gibberish.
I
cried with closed swollen eyes pleading him over and over. “Please
take me away?”
I
was unknowing of what happened after that. SkkyBlue had pulled some
elemental matter out of the sky and wove me a soft covering of clouds.
All he said was, “In time. Rest now as I prepare for a journey.”
DAY 210
With
my improved mental state, Skky was able to shift and improve his
physical appearance‘ and slowly so did my appearance improve. We still
wear rags yet in time Skky assured me that we would find appropriate
coverings in the Capital city.
Skky’s
responses were funny to me because Skky has no idea the correct emotion
to associate with the human words he spoke. I assume my illness has
something to do with that more then what would of occurred
naturally…(smile) naturally. He seems to be a compassionate being
though. He told me I was not in a place humans call purgatory or
hell…I was indeed in a volcanic realm of a place called Faesyde’,
home of the Fire Fae. I am taking this as to mean I am in some Arcadia
or elfish realm that I know only of in fairytales. When I awoke I was
out of the crater and away from that bloody stone. As my wounds were
washed clean and healing, I felt my soul intertwined with the bible I
carried. It was my one and only reality, my one and only sanity and
safety.
The
book was bond to me and close. I was keeping faith in its truth as the
fairy realm spun around me. I assumed Skky had turned into a gigantic
bird or something and flown us out. I was wrong. He said he opened a
gate and we gated out. So, this is what I found out about such gates
after I questioned him endlessly:
To
Plane Walk one must:
1.
Be sure this is what you want and
want to be.
2.
Disconnect yourself from your
realm.
3.
Chant: ‘There is no center.
Nothing. All is equal. Nothing. All I see is rings. Circles all
connected. Nothing. Follow a circle and it will bring (insert desired
destination) and nothing begins again. I
thought this odd this nothingness, yet he explained that only humans see
nothingness as a lack of. Nothingness is rather full of everything.
4. Look for fast moving souls- usually they are experienced plane walkers or a Watcher native. *Note:
Some move extremely slow or abnormal. These are the fallen ones or
unfriendlies so you best be careful.
5.
Four
things to remember: 1. Planes are like personalities of
good, bad, broken down into parts. 2.
Then breaks down some more and
gets more complex like elemental layers. 3.
Races, animals that live on these
layers make up realms. 4.
Cities, towns, and individuals
make up sites. Be
careful going in this close especially when an individual is considered,
but if you get lost keep going deeper breaking it into pieces and
you’ll get out on a ring that takes you back to where you started.
6.
Have
a purpose-know where you are and are going-go where others are going.
7.
Magic-
Best to just be yourself-that is all the magic you need.
8. The place you want to explore is the cities where infinite doors
exist. But beware you could be there forever if you don’t take note or
enjoy yourself. If you get lost, concern yourself with your realm again.
Soon it will pull you back and you’ll have to connect with it again.
Relax when doing so.
9.
What one will realize after some time gates are everywhere.
Finding a gate is easier then staying.
10.
Limits are only limits on the plane’s personality in layers.
Don’t try to fly in a plane without air. Float in liquid, burrow in
solids. Some realms have whole cities made of nothing. If you can’t
fly and turn doorknobs made
of sky then you will surely be in trouble. If you can’t breath in
liquid then you better grow gills.
11. You might think what!! I am not able to grow gills. Well…see I
am not talking traveling physically. This is a spiritual and ethereal
journey. This is the journey I have been taken upon by what I don’t
know. Maybe I stumbled into this Fae land by being withdrawn from the
world. This is my crazy dream! So…anyway where was I? Oh yes…I was
suggested becoming part of the plane and move freely, but others would
say only experienced walkers should do this. Learning to shape-shift is
more impossible to the ignorant beings as I am. The trick is to, Skky
suggested, keep ‘the Self’ connected and separate at the same time.
12.
I, as many beings can’t imagine such things very easily and
without practice, become stalled in time. This is when I bypass all of
this and become nothing. Nothing goes everywhere, but you can only view
the plane, not interact. This is a big disadvantage, but has a wondrous
purpose. When becoming nothing the Unformed and Unfriendliness can see
you from their abyss, hell, oblivion, etc so be on guard at all times.
Yet stay calm. This works as well in water in the ethereal!
13.
Sometimes you will have to decide what is important to you like
what is a big or little thing and what to give and hold onto.
14.
The Heavens are restricted and only can be viewed from a mythical
corner in the Ethereal beyond a place called The Deep. There are 7
heavens and infinite amounts of layers or worlds, realms and sites
there.
15.
For every plane there is an opposite plane.
16.
KEYS
are easy to find as I have just gave you many here. Whatever plane you
are in it must be apart of. Since we know other planes are linked in a
ring then it either has to be the opposite yet with a combining
characteristic or a the next in line either forward or backward of that
plane’s personality, but this can fail you on extreme doors, portals,
or gateways. Will does work if you are that strong of one. It WILL help
you at all times. Knocking works sometimes if another is near. Always
believe.” The Blue Manx shook her head and spoke, ”Well as many of us in Faesyde’ know there are no rules. Things change. Rules are broken on an everyday level out of adventure for discovery. Skky however didn’t know if the being he had only heard of in childish stories was pliable to our realm. If so, could this human, Sara, not go nuts (oddly he didn’t know how to relate that in Sara’s case) and be more of a responsibility upon his conscience. Sara however, had no sense of any of it. How lost she felt, how confused and in awe of our realm didn’t compare to how lost she felt to God, the Creator. These things we take for granted and never give any thoughts to again. We are beings of endless time and we don’t ever stop to think how intriguing and odd our realm really is. Frizzy! I know you are out there amongst us today.
Come here and read how you meet
Sara.“
Upon
hearing Scalier say this Frizzy recalled Sara and her journal. For it
was Sara that found him blue at the pond and told him that his size was
not odd and a curse all the time, but could be a blessing and gift from
the Creator himself. How handy Frizzy had became for his Frog Folk and
protecting them against hazards. He had got to be the only Frog Folk not
at the mercy of the war yet able to fight as a hero within the war
itself. Sara was very special to Frizzy for this reason upon many
others. Frizzy was shocked to hear his name and anxiously hopped as high
in the air as he could for the Manx to see him. He was overjoyed and
ready to read the tale he had helped Sara once write.
The
Scalier reached her elegant paw out over the cranky masses with ease to
the bounding Manus-naiad and gently caught him. She slowly brought in
her paw and lightly placed the excited Frizzy on her mighty shoulder
with a lovely smile.
A
Mage’s Betrayal “Ah-Kyil-ah-kil-ji!” Frizzy exclaimed to the Earth Stone, “Some time it has been since I have had such honor.
May the Stones bless my voice?”
The
Air Stone gave show of Frizzy’s voice with thunder as the masses
clapped and begged for more performance. The Fire Stone changed the day
to night as they gave the audience fireworks with auroras. Roars of
praise to the Air Stone and Fire Stone popped through out the crowd as
if the land roared. The Air Stone then returned the remaining wings back
to the rightful beings as clouds hung for them to nest upon. The Earth
Stone rumbled deep below the ground to give a green glow for the
Creatures to cozy up in.
How
sweet and peaceful it was. The Blue Manx was a glow as the Fire Fae
decided to arrive illuminated as tiny fireflies humming about like
kittens’ purring to partake of their native tongue spoken by Frizzy.
The Mighty Frog King gave a chirp for his Frog Folk to join in the
symphony. The Filiotype call harmonized the night like a sweet alien
violin. This was the pride of Faesyde’.
Frizzy waved his comrades down with a calming parade of chirps as he began in Fire Fae tongue,
DAY 220
We
stopped in the wilderness at a small pond to rejuvenate my thirst. Skky
thought this rather peculiar of me. I don’t think he has to drink
anything. I can’t blame him really. I found it sparkling yet putrid
tasting. While there spitting out the contents of my mouth, for some
reason, I noticed and then decided to befriend an odd little fellow by
the name of Friy-Ghil-Housl, who was tearfully plotting a shallow death
in a mud pile. Frizzy’s people are known as Frog Folk. The land roving
group seems to prefer the shallower water on the land and were having a
celebration near the bridge Skky and I were heading to cross.
Frizz
was not invited to this party for Frizzy’s problem is he is too
enormous for his size. This causes him all sorts of tribulations with
his species. They did not know how to prepare for him. I think it would
be hard all around if I were sixteen to twenty feet tall comparable to a
normal size human! I quite attached and affectionately call him Frizzy
for short. In return for cheering him, he decided to join us in our
journey and teach me how to write and speak Fire Fae. I assume this is
the tongue of the land.
Frizzy
also appears to have a map that will show us how to get to his home in
Hafta, that lays in the northern hemisphere under the hidden city of
Sacron in Faesyde’. He showed me, according to his map, where Skky
wants to take me. Skky is leading us to the Dream Master who lives in
Sacron. The shape-shifter thinks this Dream Master might know a way to
get me home. I can only guess he is a powerful king, ruler or something
of that sort. Although he won’t let me make a copy of the map, I made
a chart of the faery number system and arranged it compatible to ours. I
compiled a list of language characters to help me remember what they
are. It is as accurate as I understand it to be. My mind is clearer
here. I have not had symptoms of schizophrenia in some time either that
or my hallucinations are constant now.
Frizzy
was but one of two travelers who joined us since we crossed the Green
Gate into Capital, a dual transport city with one part lying in the
south and one part lying in the north. Frizzy says it is Sacron’s
hidden form and unusual Soul Towers that cause the divide from the
north. Since we went north when we crossed the Green Gate we are now in
the northern hemisphere part of Capital. Jude is our other traveler. He
is another shape-shifter that was crossing the bridge in the opposite
direction as we were. We caught Jude following us allusively. I noticed
he had a sword that looked a lot like my pendant my grandmother bought
me when she brought me to her cabin. I had lost in my fit that led me
here. I assumed I had pulled it off or it was tore from my bosom by a
branch in the dead forest by my grandmother’s home. Maybe a cornstalk
slashed it from my being. Anyhow, his sword looked a lot like my
pendant. I cunningly questioned him upon where he had found this
beautiful sword of his and he said he had found it outside of Capital
near the Bleeding Stone, yet he didn’t find me there? I simply let it
rest in wonder of what my pendant had to do with his sword and why he
didn’t find me when he found it. DAY 223
At first Jude appeared as a brown-eyed and blonde-haired
Hecon-gig or
fair skinned elf. His hair and fingers would flame on occasion and he
radiated an enormous amount of heat. Skky being very unruly to him
seemed to provoke him to change to a fiery red head. This is when I
figured what Skky meant when he said he was a Shifter with more airy
qualities. Jude was ablaze so I figured he was from fire.
Before
we went on we stopped to look around the two Capitals. Heavily sheltered
in purple haze, the whole city was carved out of rock like a haunted
biblical Sela. The orient beings were Dark Scorpions and White Healer
Filiotype. Jude whispered to me that the Filiotype were cursed beings in
Faesyde’. The newborn and elders were all white and looked like
mummified human beings with no skin as the mature ones were dark coated
and had black claw-like pinchers and a tail that helped them scurry in
the sand or upon stone. They chattered in inconvincible clicks and
ticks. They seemed to move with very slow then sudden fast-motion in a
natural unsteady stride. Their every movement was dramatic and
frightening. I felt a strange type of magic about them. I felt their
curse and cringed inside.
We
strolled through the waking nightmare with my hand held tight in
Frizzy’s and my other hand tight in Skky’s. I began to lose my
caution for Jude. Jude made out what the Creatures were saying. He
relayed it to me so I would have some ease of my surroundings. Many
times the feeling I got gripped me beyond points to where I became
paralyzed with fear. Jude made me float along as they hiked the path to
the main entrance. Finally
we came to the center of Capital and found it much less creepy then
it’s outer limits. The fog was mostly what caused one to transport so
here it was less to none. The brown sand-like rock turned to white
multihued crystal in the midst of paths white with fairy dust. I felt as
if I walked through countless rainbows. The occupants in the city were
amorous in the streets dressed in white and/or black robes. They spoke
the Fire Fae language with what I considered a heavy accent that made my
accent seem mild. I noticed with much excitement there were shops in a
very old since of the word. I was spellbound to see what was sold and
quickly awoke from my catatonic state to explore. After much pleading
and badgering, Frizzy told Skky that I wanted to browse or ‘see the
sights’ as I put it.
I needed ‘nee nil’ or elfish money. Despite my
lacking funds, I found few things that was familiar to me. I wanted to
enjoy the exquisite jewelry and Hecan-gig clothing for fair female
elves. When I saw a black metal necklace in the shape of a Eurasian tree
I had to touch it. Upon picking it up, the flowers turned pink or red
and began to borne in sunshade clusters. The fruit grew wings and flew
away from the many-seeded pod, as rounded, heart-shaped leaves appeared
to twinkle with a pulse and laugh at me. In awe and shock, I jumped
back. As I dropped the necklace to look around in innocent and frantic
wonder, I saw that my company was quite amused at my folly. I guess that
was what the piece is supposed to do when embraced.
The
Filiotype were traders and had a wide variety of goods for all types of
beings passing through Capital. I saw no weapons. To me that was a good
sign. I saw odd glowing rocks greatly adored and sung to by some spell,
no matter how hard my companions tried to explain to me what they were,
I just couldn’t figure out what the rocks were or was made of.
As
I browsed by paintings and books from other worlds, through the doorway,
what caught my eye was a magic shop. The outside entrance was simply
formed out of an indigo sparkler prism. Yet inside the caravanning
cavern illuminated a soft red light. Behind a huge stone pillar stood a
tall, black robed figure that I thought was a forlorn man. A real human man! I could not believe my eyes and blinked them madly as I approached him in wonder.
“Hello…” I said, “Are you what I think
you are?”
“Of
course…” He said, “I am the one known as Matthew.”
Overjoyed
I danced around and begged him to please tell me about his shop and how
he arrived. He told me a long story how he was kidnapped by the
Filiotype and made to brew and chant incantations. This is when I found
out that humans seem to have the power of suggestion. What humans wish
for magically appears or comes to be in Faesyde’. I was in some
disbelief then I remembered the people I had dreamed into being at the
red rock. So I tried to wish for enough nee nil to buy the black metal
necklace and the Hecan-gig tunic and got nothing.
Matthew
told me I must not doubt so I tried harder again. I was very dramatic
about it. I closed my eyes tight and hugged my torso. I crossed my
fingers and gave a shout. I heard nothing at first, felt nothing at
first, but opened my eyes and before me was triangle chips of gold. I
gasped in amazement for the nee nil and excitedly plucked it from
Matthew’s countertop to admire the tiny trinkets.
Matthew
laughed and implied I was a natural, but to be careful because I might
get exactly what I wish. He said not to wish by mistake or in haste and
get something that hurts another or myself. I vaguely understood what he
meant; yet I smiled and nodded like I did know. I don’t think I fooled
him.
He
was a younger man yet not a boy. I could tell his intelligent was of a
serious type. Something sad and dark lay within Matthew that oddly
scared me despite his kindness. When he spoke the effect of his voice
was odd with a high energy, but heavy with burden. Long, dark-brown,
waveless hair fell to hide his chestnut eyes that seemed to appear like
two endless pits that glimmered in a lost light. His hands were aged
beyond Matthew’s years yet from hard labor I doubted and felt it so
from ringing them in nervousness. Although
he was interesting, I was more concerned with getting the tunic, and the
necklace. I left the shop with a wish: What ever I should have from the
magic shop leave with me. As I stepped out the door, a grand knowledge
of Faesyde’ came to me oddly with a few Bible verses attached, which
were Matthew7: 7-12, Mark 11:22-25, Luke 11:9-21. I scurried through my
bible and read each one. I read them over and over as I walked on
wondering what they had to do with me? Matthew 7:7
"Ask and it will be given to you; seek and you will find;
knock and the door will be opened to you…9
"Which of you, if his son asks for bread, will give him a
stone? 10 Or if he asks for a fish, will give him a snake.” What door
could He be talking about? I am dreadfully starving inside, will I
survive here if I never go home. I have tried to eat and drink what is
in Faesyde’ and it leaves me feeling empty. Within this dream I have
laid upon a stone and Skky was a fishlike snake that found me, he is my
friend, but I didn’t ask for bread or a stone, or a fish and
definitely not a snake. And in my hours of need, I have wished for
riches and not for nurturing. I am downhearted.
I read the next verses of Matthew. Matthew 7:12
"So in everything,
do to others what you would have them do to you, for this sums up the
Law and the Prophets.
On I read into Mark 11:22
"Have faith in God," Jesus answered. 23 "I tell
you the truth, if anyone says to this mountain, 'Go, throw yourself into
the sea,' and does not doubt in his heart but believes that what he says
will happen, it will be done for him. 25 And when you stand praying, if
you hold anything against anyone, forgive him, so that your Father in
heaven may forgive you your sins."
I should not harbor grudges I
understood quite simple, but only in Faesyde’ had I believed that I
could tell a mountain to move and it would obey me. I was confused of
what this meant and realized scripture was a mystery to me that needed
sorting out.
Luke
repeated as well as: Ask and it will be given to you; seek and you will
find; knock and the door will be opened to you. Luke11:10 continued:
For
everyone who asks receives; he who seeks finds; and to him who knocks,
the door will be opened. 11 "Which of you fathers, if your son asks
for a fish, will give him a snake instead? 12 Or if he asks for an egg,
will give him a scorpion?” Oh I wanted no egg. Yuck! I was deafly
afraid of scorpions and would never ask God for such a thing. I cringed
and read verse 13 “If you then, though you are evil, know how to give
good gifts to your children, how much more will your Father in heaven
give the Holy Spirit to those who ask him!" I knew now that there
was God, Jesus and the Holy Spirit and they made up the trinity. I
searched for them and I knew they searched for me.
I
asked for them then I prayed deep as I walked reading for them and
opened my eyes to read more eagerly. 14 Jesus was driving out a
demon that was mute. When the demon left, the man who had been mute
spoke, and the crowd was amazed. 15 But some of them said, "By
Beelzebub, the prince of demons, he is driving out demons." 16
Others tested him by asking for a sign from heaven. 17 Jesus knew their
thoughts and said to them: "Any kingdom divided against itself will
be ruined, and a house divided against itself will fall. 18 If Satan is
divided against himself, how can his kingdom stand? I say this because
you claim that I drive out demons by Beelzebub.19 Now if I drive out
demons by Beelzebub, by whom do your followers drive them out? So then,
they will be your judges. 20 But if I drive out demons by the finger of
God, then the kingdom of God has come to you. 21 "When a strong
man, fully armed, guards his own house, his possessions are safe.” I
knew through my studies Jesus drove demons out of many people. He had
this power and I knew in my heart that is not by Satan’s will He does
such. It sorrowed me they would accuse Him of this. I did not know what
this was for me, but I felt it a warning of some sort, a trail to come
as I closed my bible. Skky approached me then as stood at the shops paying for the gifts and sighed at my choice to use my newfound talents. I was not so sure why he was so down about my decision. I simply noted his concern and went on with my exploration. After some time, Skky was particular antsy to continue on. As we passed the magic shop, on our way out of the city center, Matthew stood in the entrance. Taking my hand, Skky then gave Matthew a hard and stern look that I felt was a warning of some type. For what I didn’t know, but wished I did. Suddenly by this wish within, I knew and moved closer to Skky in fear of my knowledge and saddened by my selfishness. He knew Matthew would tempt me to wish for things that were a waste of faith. Matthew would use my illness and carnal nature to plot against me. How low I felt looking into Skky’s blue eyes. He simply patted my head and smiled with a smile bright as the sun. I knew he would protect me. He was my hero, but I searched for a Savior. I wanted Jesus to find me as I was finding him.
The
Blue Manx stepped up seeing the opportunity to explain to the masses
that Jesus is the Creator’s son. Sara was reading about Him in her
Bible. The Creator had given His son to the humans to dwell amongst them
because they were so cursed by sin that they had to sacrifice His son to
atone for themselves. This gift was how humans passed over in their
right of passage to the Spiritual. Until they believed in Jesus and were
reborn they were not alive but dead souls. The Creatures and Watchers
were chilled at this thought with horror and demanded answers? Scalier
pressed them to wait for the rest of the story. Day 225
We
went on to a small haven belonging to Mira. Mira was half Watcher and
half Creature. She was earthen and flightless. This also made her
barren. Mira’s wings was most beautiful though they where in no way
constructed to give her lift. She did other creepy things with them. One
was able to talk and both could be used as extra sets of hands. They
oddly changed shape and turned colors at Mira’s will. This seemed to
be influenced by her mood somewhat. Her home was covered in Fae dust and
decorated with whatnots of Calyx-shell, a superbly crafted white
tortoise type shell natively collected from the shore of the Sea of
Paths. With my magic knowledge I received, I instantly knew the Calyx
turtles were massive and their huge shell was harvested after their
death which was not very rare. Yet I had to wait to see one, I know what
it looked like. Since Mira was half Watcher she could weave the Ghost
Creatures of Felidae into different things (mostly pillows and
furniture). At first I thought this meant the fur of a dead Creature.
Mira was appalled at that idea. She quickly informed me all of them were
intact, quite lively and at anytime could walk out her front door in any
form they fancy.
Squeamish
at first of the décor, I
feel asleep as soon as I landed on a cushion wove of a Caterat-Skylark.
This is a catlike, giraffe being with a broad wingspan. It is the
softest Creature of all Faesyde’ with bright white fur tinted sea
green and large leopard patterns soft in gray, yellow and/or blue. With
a stroke of my hand, I was purred asleep. My dreams were full of
adventures flying on Azeroth, the pillow cushion, and all the other
Ghosts that made up this being. Felidae beings were like snowflakes
making up a snowball. They were part of each other and separate. I liked
this…
…I
have awoken many times in the night to look about me, yet I found
nothing. I did however discover, I no longer need to scribble anything
down in my journal. It appears to be enchanted with my thoughts. Another
gift I assume from the magic shop. Either that or I am too tired to
write anymore.
Frizzy paused and jumped around in excitement as his eyes were searching the crowd for the others who knew of this tale. He wanted to look into their eyes as he spoke and do right by them. A bit nervous and shaky he began again. Mira had shown through the multitude with encouragement and cheer. With no sign of her husband, Frizzy cleared his throat and spoke from what he knew of their knowledge and Sara’s adventure.
'This you will not find in the journal because what Sara did not know was as our party slept, little did we know too at that very time the Batarock, leader of the fog demons, had fled Faesyde’ upon the mist of Capital to an isolated forest cave stream in the Northern Hemisphere of Earth. Mordian, Mira’s husband, had badly battered Batarock through the forests of Hafta in Faesyde’. His colossal three-headed snake, Mere, had cornered Batarock near the
small brook as a thunderstorm
shattered the misty veil for Batarock’s escape. Mordian heavily disappointedly pulled at his staff stuck in the earthen mud. Demon slaying had led him to the physical realms again, which for him wasn’t a place he was fond of any more. The possibility of demons escaping into the mist of Faesyde’ was too likely as Earth had grown to taint for his taste. Demons, Mordian thought, were not the only thing lately to worry of on Earth. People were becoming just as bad. Within their rush and unawareness he heard them speak of Satan’s temptations or the demons contained by their vessels. He’d no longer chuckled to himself in the dreary shadows of what nonsense they knew of Satan or demons, yet with a sad sigh he knew neither would see eternity not by way of him or God, our Creator. Mordian had become too much of his work to concern himself in the justice of it all. Any innocence, in a child’s eye, was simply a thing that passed by time. Why God had deemed this so was beyond him and as Mordian came close to judgment, he would shrug these thoughts away to track the green glow of another wicked trail by the mischievous sprites…demons as it were. Mordian, of course,
had only his job to do. Mud with no substance to hold to fell from the slayer’s staff revealing a collection of lights silently striding across the elfin mist bridge. In the air, Mordian paused for a moment to observe the beauty of the real. So many dimensions all in one lay out before him. Breathtaking worlds within worlds at arms length of him gave way to the demon
Batarock’s
green glow shining in the shadow realms that lead to the dark spaces of
a spinning planet’s evening dusk. Voices could be heard in the distance of a couple approaching. Oh how happy was their joy praising God of the beauty that lay before them as they walked the greenery’s trail parting from the cave’s haze. Behind a tree, Mordian watched the couple rest before the still pool at the caves entrance. Light shown in their eyes. It was the light of God. How wonderful to see once again. This gave the hidden slayer the determination to stay on guard. With a whisk and wave of his staff Mordian disappeared to the shadows as his snake followed gasping the sound out of the air, all the
couple felt was a odd warmness with the chill and saw
the remnants of another world hanging in the haze. Meanwhile, Matthew the Mage hurried through the grotto that lay beneath Capital to tell Kro Gar the news of Sara, the foreigner. As he came to the gates of the kingdom castle, Matthew enchanted the fog with a spell and away he
was transported to the Filio king’s ghastly chamber. The fog gave way to the grand, ruddy halls of sorrow hanging about King Kro Gar’s head. Centuries of stories hovered in the air of battles between the Creatures and the Watchers. Only contained by the essence of the king was the knowledge of the long ago sagas: The first Dark Scorpions that rebelled against the other Creatures ancient ways, it was then they fell from grace to the fog and caverns of Capital known as the Crater, the first White Healer king who sought out the magic to heal his people and bring them back to civilization. With many more stories that Kro Gar hid from his tribe on his chamber walls, his hope was it would all simply fade away in time.
Kro Gar silently beckoned Matthew as he flittered about and immediately the mage spoke, “I have seen a human girl pure as air. She is of age to be a kindly lady. Skin of white and hair of bronze, she would make a good queen, or mate maybe even a victim sire? Give your offspring skin again my
King Kro Gar?”
The king’s skinless face glistened in the lamplight. White as a snow, his threads of hair flew in the draft, as he
turned wide-eyed in wonder of
what Matthew said.
“She will not be willing?” Kro Gar hissed.
“Of
course not. She is human.” Matthew said abruptly.
“Then
I can not… take her and subject her to my pod!” The King shouted in
contempt. “My dear ruler … you can not do such a thing… but I do this for you. It will not hurt her. She will not know. She will simply wake and think she was within a bad dream, if she ever wakes at all. She is not baptized. She is still dead to the Creator. Humans do not multiply as you do; there is no taboo against it.
You are not really mating with her
sir. That would be impossible.”
“You
said it was possible! You are deceiving me!” The Filio King hisses and
goes to strike Matthew. Matthew enchants his hand and it doesn’t break the force field. “No, I said it is not mating for humans, but your pod will absorb her essence and the offspring will then wish for skin and the curse to be lifted.
Since
she is not protected by God, the Stones can do nothing.” “Do what you will, but if you fail I will banish you back to the Dream Master’s Doors of the Dead and the Void will eat what is left of your slithering soul!” Kro Gar shouted and lightning flashed in static from
what to Matthew were his fingertips.
The magician walked away with the fog as Kro Gar fell weak to the smooth and shiny floor in pain.
“Don’t threaten me old one. Your real curse is your age and I make you renewed each season with
my magic. ”Matthew
murmured to Kro Gar, “You will have what you desire.”
King Kro Gar waited till Matthew was far away and rose with an alien grin. He hopped upon the rocky wall and crawled with Filio shaky motion across the ceiling to his custom crevices. To his court he arrived and went to rest
while amusing himself with the night’s torture of various travelers of
Faesyde'. Outside of the castle walls along Matthew’s way, he gave the poor false-treasure for any information of where the travelers may of went. A crowd of poor one’s gathered with tells of the travelers and passed the word on to tell the mage. Just as Matthew was out of the poor ones sight, the treasure crumbled to dust and blew away. In the
distance, the
poor ones could hear his laughter and sense the dark eyes watching as
they cried for the deceit.
The
dark mage whispered: “You get betrayed for your betrayal.”
Through the dark woods the mage made his way until he came to Mira’s hut and it was there Matthew beckoned some of the Batarock’s legion out of the hanging haze. The green glow of demons made way with the pungent fog into the cracks of Mira’s home and hastily up the delicate nose of Sara. The horde used her sleepwalking to their advantage to coax Sara as they trailed and taunted her on with her hope of going home. With each step her feet took (which actually lead to the White Healer’s court and to the king’s sacred perch) the more eager Sara grew to where she was running the distance and imagining home within the gasp of her outstretched hands. Up the dark wilderness the green streaks suffocated the flora and green bed of undergrowth
about her feet. Sara was plagued.
Once in the court, under the palisades she was caged. The king beckoned Matthew with a pleased look as they watched on in awe of Sara’s merrymaking to false illusions about her. She welcomed her soft bed, which was actual a pod of earth matter that made a soft glowing blue light. Kro Gar had regurgitated this for his victim. Fertile slime hanging from his mouth slipped about her as she, still enchanted, felt it a warm blanket that smelled like her grandma’s wash. The dimming light as the pod closed (to Sara, this was the fading light of the eve as the day faded beneath the night’s veil). Sara lay in the gross enclosed with the mage’s demons playing tricks and breathing the breath of death into her body as the Filio king embraced Matthew and began to feast upon the poor Dark Scorpions
that came to attack the mage
for his trickery.
As this was happening, Mordian’s fight continued…when Batarock whispered to Mordian, “Now as we fight, you couldn’t protect your own home. There is mischief there No? No, not in the slayers own home! Is
your house divided?” “You speak only lies demon. Face your death in this mirror. God’s wrath is upon you Batarock!” Mordian
bellowed as he held out the glass and
forced the Batarock face close to it. “Are you so sure,” the demon turned his face away, coughed and smiled, ”only lies? While you wait here for justice, we are in your home with our own type of …justice…Mordian of Hafta. Didn’t Mira say it would
be nice to have company?”
Mordian screamed a massive yulp and enchanted his staff as the demon snickered and began again to sneak away turning to fog. As Mordian vanished, two massive hands made of shadow from the darkness came and clinched about Batarock. Batarock disappeared as the shadows settled about a sleeping hut in the outskirts of Hafta. Mordian was surprised and angered at the seeping green trail fading fast from his home. Knowing that the trail was about to scatter, the slayer ran with all his might through the dark woods and haze. If the demons
had Mira, for sure she
had her charm to control the mist so it would not transport her as well
with the demons. To the castle the green trail lead. Mordian weld his axe and made no excuses for king or journeymen. A demon trail was a demon trail and this one had entered the slayer’s home. The guards made way for a line of attack; but dropped to their knees, for Mordian’s ancient makings burnt at their eyes and hearts. Trampling over the king’s bridge of precious stone, Mordian made way to the heavy glass doors of the castle to beat at them until they cracked and crumbled by his battle-axe. As Mordian shouted for entry at the White Healers court, he made his way with his axe inch by inch as the Ally-X or priestly advisor to the king departed the shield spell and began to welcome him. Just as the Ally-X began to work diplomacy, seeing the markings and anger upon the slayer, he fled to the king. Mordian followed welding his axe. Each massive swing barely missing the target as eternal lightning and odd Filio motion
gave way only slightly for the Ally-X to escape in Kro
Gar’s court. The king hissed at the disturbance and leapt to fight with Mordian and Mordian called judgment upon Kro Gar. The slayer didn’t wait for Kro Gar to speak or attack. He flew at the giant scorpoclops with hellfire and brimstone to tackle Kro Gar and drive his holy staff threw the evil king’s essence. He never had a chance. Twisting, turning and battering each other through out the castles walls, Mordian held on despite the heavy thrashing of the Filio kings massive tail. God quickly gave judgment before the witnesses as the Filio king faced his right to passage in burning ash. The court was destroyed and in the grand hall Kro Gar was slain. That was the day the Dark Scorpions won their freedom from the White Healers slavery then was still condemned when all was revealed to Faesyde’ of the entire curse upon all Filiotype, not just the Darkies.
“ ‘nine winds’ at Mira’s, yet I’d like to have seen their faces when Mere, that big ol’ three headed snake of Mordian’s, slithered in that gruesome court of those slimy Hasha-by-la-na (no for goods) and shown them what a real reptile was about! Enough from me, let me read where Sara’s journal starts again as Mordian
returned her to our party.”
Clearing his throat with a few chirps Frizzy began to read again,
DAY 230
Mira’s
husband came for me. I was just as thankful as one mighty blow from his
staff cracked the pod and exploded about my frail body. I now knew what
the glowing rocks were back at the shop in the city center. At his feet,
I dropped shocked from his presence and what had happened to me. This
guy was a giant wingless Creature wearing dark purple bone clad over his
pale green skin. Black and gray hair parted to revel two spirit-filled,
blood-red eyes. Upon his forehead, I discovered later, was an ancient
Creature adornment of black trees upon a red sky. Crosses, made of gold
and silver woven in his armor, gave him majesty. What did the crosses
mean to him? I wondered if they meant the same as they did to me. I
passed out when I saw my skin was turning slowly blue and encumber by
Filio after-birth slime.
I woke again to the comfort of Mira’s. My party was dumbfounded to be
awoken by Mordian’s screams for Mira. He simply placed me aside as he
kicked in the door to embrace her. She of course was oblivious to why
she was blessed with such concern and admiration from Mordian. As her
wings fluttered about vigorously, she asked for what special occasion it
was. That was when she and the rest of the party, suddenly in their
mindless state, realized I was bright blue in hue by now. Mira’s wings
turned red in panic. Demons were in me still working Matthew’s will.
They needed to be cast out soon. This was when I realized I was dying. I
was either asleep somewhere dreaming these things or I was actually in
Faesyde’. If I didn’t wake up soon there would be no more me close
to death and comatose. Or the ethereal was rejecting my flesh and my
flesh rejecting it. Either way I was dying. Mordian could slay me. He
seemed to be fine with that until Frizzy showed him my grandmother’s
bible sitting upon Mira’s turtle table.
“It
is the Word!” Mordian said in amazement. “How did she…?” “It is not for us to know why Creatures are called to such things and beyond us of human destiny!” Mira intruded her husband’s thoughts only to be interrupted by Frizzy. “I feel she will end the war of Faesyde’ with this book, called the Holy Bible.”
Frizzy
picked up my grandmother’s bible and handed it to me with wide, open
eyes of faith.
The Manx stepped up, “Hold up Frizzy, let me explain something more. As we know, humans die from physical pain. We laugh at such a thing and disbelieve it. What is the meaning to what death and life really
are for
humans?” with the telling of this journal and what we choose to do with it. We take it for granted we can’t die this way. I am not saying we should change for we can’t, but realize to Sara her physical was precious. Every second to us was a lifetime to her. She found us wonderful and beautiful, even the ones that honestly I myself still find
horrid. It is our eternal spirit that Sara lacked, but she is due to die
and be reborn. Read on Frizzy”
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