The Journey East: Part I {Sanctuary}

When they got back to the village, it already resembled flaming ruins more than the bustling center of life it had been when they set out that morning. Before Rory could turn the jeep off, Anastasia had leapt out of the still moving vehicle, stumbling slightly as her injured ankle hit the ground first. Tonya was soon to follow. Liam and Richie quickly exchanged glances before following them into the smoke, Rory close behind.

Only Damien stood beside the vehicle, eyes blank, but scanning the perimeter nevertheless.

Then he slowly made his way after the others, taking the time to light himself a cigarette. What he found did not surprise him in the least. Carnage.

Street after street, lane after lane, house after house, there were only corpses. Brutally, mercilessly, murdered bodies. Some of them still stared forward with their faces twisted into grotesque masks of horror. Damien muttered off a string of curses under his breath. Then immediately started blessing the dead. The girls must be having a fit, he thought, darkly but not too unkindly. He had reason to be upset. The longer they stayed in one place, the easier it became to hunt them down.

Up ahead, Anastasia was making her way through the rubble, trying desperately to reach the Training hall. Damien paused in his rituals to watch her, his expression neutral, but eyes focused in inescapable scrutiny. She seemed genuinely distraught. He watched as Richie caught up to her and reached out as if to place a hand on her shoulder. A moment’s hesitation later, he seemed to think the better of it and instead joined her in clearing the rubble. Even in the midst of her obsessive need to get through to the main entrance of the Hall, she paused to turn and look at him gratefully, her dirt stained face scrunched up briefly in the likeness of a smile. Richie seemed to glow and Damien tutted to himself. That little monkey needed to be put on a leash!

He finished invoking the holy spirits and sanctifying the street before moving up to join the others. Just in time to see Anastasia finally loosen the last stone standing in her path and wriggle through into the darkness that was the Hall. Richie pulled out a couple more stones and squeezed through after her. Rory cursed at the two, and Damien found himself oddly glad to have someone to share the sentiment with. This girl was too much like their little Richie. Foolhardiness of youth, maybe? There was a line between bravery and foolishness, and he strongly believed those two needed constant reminding. Meanwhile Liam and Tonya had finally broadened the gap enough so that they could all go through, and Damien followed them inside, wondering what the hell they had gotten themselves into this time.

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The Kindly Ones // Crying Lightning

 

The Origin

The Origin

“All around me darkness gathers,

Fading is the sun that shone;

We must speak of other matters:

You can be me when I’m gone”

Stasis

Stasis

“Flowers gathered in the evening,

Afternoon they blossom on;

Still are withered by the evening:

You can be me when I’m gone”

– Two-part poem in The Sandman, The Kindly Ones

Spellbound: A Tale of Wind and Fire

Freedom is exhausting

sighed the flame to the warm winter breeze

Please, scoffed the wispy wind

Like you know what it’s like to be free!

Of course I do, said the incensed flame

Boy, you don’t have a clue

and in a puff of indignation

Once shimmered, then withdrew.

It’s not that I don’t trust you,

said the Wind after a long pause

It’s just that you’re my sister,

and you tend to love things with claws

So what if I do, snarled the flame

accidentally setting things on fire

I thought freedom was all about

doing whatever your heart desires!

Stop that, said the wind, alarmed,

puffing after scattered embers

Burn the whole place down if you like

but even the Earth remembers!

You say now that you like it here,

but don’t notice your voice is fading

and every vow there was ever to keep

you’ve already thought of betraying!

So, tell me that you need to stay

and I won’t force you to leave..

but don’t tell me it makes you glad

It’s too much for me to believe!

The flame sputtered, then began to fade

as the wind floated on gently down

I didn’t mean to make you sad

I’m just tired of watching you drown.

.

Don’t you see how deep I’ve fallen

quietly said the spirit of fire

and all I can do is burn and burn

to the end of my heart’s desire

There’s always a way, said the windy faye

if you’d just stop burning to see

The World is wide, and we are young

And you were born to burn free!

But then something dark and twisted

crawled slowly within the hill,

the fiery faye crouched to the ground

and bade the wind to be still

I need some time, fiercely hissed the flame

This is just something I must do

There are things that need to be sorted out

And secrets I cannot even tell you

Abandon your quest, sister dear

vehemently whispered the wiser wind

As the flame circled the darkness below

and then looked up one last time to grin

No! cried out the willful wind

as the night came between the friends

And the flame’s parting words

echoed like some lost sentence

The lies are lies, and the truth is truth

Sister, there is no choice to make

I willingly gave all that I did

and what’s left is mine to take

And the wind, she howled, in a voice so fine

that even the Earth did shake

for what’s born of fire cannot be undone

but even the strongest spell can break.