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Sunday, June 1, 2008

Declan - pt. 4

Inside the barrier, Justine began to feel claustrophobic. Now made of the wind, she could easily travel throughout the world without a care. Now her care was collapsing in around her. Being held captive inside the bubble that she could not define, Justine frantically looked for a way out. The only thing in her mind now were words to a song that felt all too familiar,
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“…I saw a woman on the sidewalk
she was beaten by a stranger
Danger – Danger – Danger!!!”
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Justine was aware of the dimensions of her power. The understanding was second nature to her after her violent death to a strange man in Mississippi. He had told her that he was there to help her transcend her understanding of the universe. A deeply spiritual woman, Justine had sought out this man for his wisdom… only to find her doom. Her demise was at the bloody hands of a self-defined Shaman. But as she lay dying, a peaceful apparition conveyed strength and new life to her spirit. Rising from her battered body Justine was invigorated. She took hold of the spirit guide to the Carpathian Mountains in the Or┼čova region of Romania. While she had lived a long life, researching the beliefs and customs of many nations, she would soon be overwhelmed by the simplicity of the meaning of life. Her children, she worried about them especially the baby. The baby she had birthed a week earlier and was in the care of her father. The terms of her death as relayed by her father were a lie of pacification. But none of that mattered now.
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Justine knew she had to save Declan. Her capture tormented her, not allowing her mind to concentrate on the events at hand. She was growing agitated, trying to find a way out. The skies were darkening and the storm to follow would not be pleasant if Justine could not center her mind.
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Declan on the other hand could only concentrate on getting the blade back, but could not breach the barrier. That weapon can not fall into the hands of a child, let alone an adult human. Beyond the barrier appeared a form he was familiar with. Hati approached cautiously, perceiving the dangerous veil. With her jaws she picked up the xiphos blade and pensively approached. She passed the blade through the veil to Declan. She sat, as if waiting instructions.
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“Thank you Ms. Hati. What would I do without you?” Declan said with relief. Hati raised her right paw and howled. Quickly she retreated into the sparse forest, which revealed another figure, familiar but too distant to fully recognize. But Declan knew that she found a way in, but for some reason was unwilling to share that information.
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As he looked up into the barrier he noticed the storm brewing. It brought a vague Baton Rouge, Louisiana reference to mind, “…I am an only child, born of the wild. Riddled to spend my time, defending my land…” A song, a warning, an individual to be wary of… No.
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Not just one individual person. Rather a family lineage to be frightened of.

1 comment:

karen said...

"While she had lived a long life, researching the beliefs and customs of many nations, she would soon be overwhelmed by the simplicity of the meaning of life." I love that line.