The Witch’s Memory part 15 (recap)

What she said next would haunt her for days
For weeks, months, years, decades in many different ways
She would remember this moment with creeping dread
“I wish you were dead.”
As soon as she uttered the words she wished to reel them back
Hoping she’d be cut some slack
That she could apologize and set things straight
But at once she knew it was far too late
The treacherous words dwelling inside
Refused to stay hidden no matter how hard she tried
“I’m going to go” Jaspeak began
“This abuse I will not stand
Count your blessings if I choose to return
Know it was you who let this bridge burn”
At once both hot and cold
Although that part from the story would go untold
She stomped off not dating a second glance to take
For if she did she knew her heart would break
Jaspeak heard her father speak
The mere sound of his voice making her weak
She ran off without a word
Thinking this was all a bit absurd
This was the moment that would withstand time
To never be captured in prose or rhyme
When she abandoned her people for the sake of a boy
So why oh why did she feel this joy
This sense of peace and glorious calm
Feeling the electric prickle in her palm
This wealth of emotion bursting inside
All because her former self died
Now she had to rush to be with Roland
To be with someone who’d surely understand
What it was like to be so alone
Someone who could see what was inside shone
So she cast away her worries and her woe
Knowing where her heart needed to go
Jaspeak trekked through valley and mountain
She travelled through morning and nights dark as sin
Until she came to an unknown place
Nestled between two mountains as if they were giving it space
Her heart thundered as she knew
This was the home of the one she knew to be true
Roland the idiot who stumbled into her life
The one who was more than worth the strife
She found a cluster of trees for her to wait
For the boy, praying him not to be too late
The sun fell giving way to the moon
This burdening anticipation had to end soon
At last her wish was granted
As she peered beyond the trees where she was planted
She spotted Roland as he came shuffling in
When she saw him she broke out into a wide grin
“Here I am!” she had spoken
And at her voice his trance was broken
Now no smile came to greet his face
His eyes had lost their luster and grace
She asked “What does trouble you my dear?”
“I wish that you were still far from here”

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The Witch’s Memory part 14 (recap)

She spotted Roland caught in the midst of trees
A feeling of joy travelled from her head to her knees
He offered a smile rather tired
Losing the charm and mystique she had admired
“Has something happened to you my dear?”
She asked not feigning her fear
“It’s nothing Jaspeak” He answered quite wry
“Just pondering things by and by
I enjoy our time together I truly fo
So it grieves me to ask something of you”
He went to her and took her by the hand
The pained look in his eyes too much to stand
“I don’t wish to place you in an awkward position
So please let me speak while you listen
These last few months have been bliss
All my life I’ve never been as happy as this
However it is I who puts myself at risk
As more and more creatures come as the air gets brisk
Perhaps you could come to my home
So I can show you how we roam”
Jaspeak was struck by his word
To her that option never occured
To come to him in the stead
And to her chagrin it filled her with dread
How would she manage to be gone a few days
Not to mention the questions it would raise
It wasn’t until now she considered how it was for him
As if he were able to drop his life for her at a whim
Never thought of how he made this trip
Her own ignorance stung her like a whip
The shame was a burden loading her shoulders down
Or like the pricking of a thorn laden crown
Her eyes became wet
She hoped this was not something she’d regret
“I will go upon our agreed date
And I’ll make sure not to be late”
She sang much higher than she meant
“You have seemed like an upstanding gent
It would be a shame not to see where you were reared
To raise someone like you it can’t be what’s feared
Perhaps I can sway the minds of those left in the past
And the uneasiness between our lands can cease at last”
Red heat tinted his face
So volatile in temperature it warmed the place
With it there was a tingle along her spine
She struggled to keep herself in line
For now though she showed him more wonders
Like the Roaring Rocks which always thunders
All the while the wisp followed along
Serenading her with a peculiar song
One of pain and overall warning
A haunting melody that would stick with her till morning
They said their goodbyes and Jaspeak was elated
A bubbling sensation while she waited
She plotted a trek for four to five days
How this could play out there were many ways
So consumed she was by this trip
That she could not see her father’s heart rip
As he worried about her well being
Of the daughter he knew, not the one he was seeing
The time came where she had to leave
Her bonds she was ready to cleave
It was midday and the sun was already high
In the mild air the birds did fly
Off to grand adventures somewhere deep south
Now the time has come for her to use her mouth
To speak untruths to her familial head
So confident before now her tongue was like lead
Her father was rolling out in the field
Wandering the crops he was yet to yeild

The Witch’s Memory part 12 (recap)

“I shall do my best,” the boy did say
“Until we meet another day.”
Then the boy headed off to the unknown
Jaspeak’s admiration for him clearly having grown
Right then she thought of her mom and dad
It was going on late and they’d surely be mad
So she ran back at a brisk pace
Well aware of the consequences she would face
Two days stuck at home she did receive
A fair and lenient punishment she did believe
Late that night the girl began to dream
About the strange, mysterious teen
A fortnight could not come fast enough
She could show him all types of stuff
She’d show him how to conjure fire and ice
Possibly show him the Falls of Thrice
A place of legends steeped in truth
Or made to believe so from mouths uncouth
The thought of doing something so free
Filled her with incredible glee
But she managed to wait as well as she could
Before she reentered the wood
She made her way back to the very same spot
Amongst the trees nestled in a knot
Jittery butterflies fluttered in her guts
She began to wonder if she was nuts
To wait on a boy she met on a whim
Or to think she might be harboring affections for him
She pounded her head at her stupidity
Also wondering where he could be
As she was readying to call it quits and head back
A twig broke the silence with a deafening crack
Jaspeak turned her head to the sound
Then her heart did indeed bound
As the boy, Roland, stepped out of the darkness
Smiling brightly while his hair was a mess
Jaspeak started grinning from ear to ear
His appearance sating some of her doubts and fear
“Sorry I had some trouble upon the last hill
A couple of shadow beasts gave me a chill
But they ended up passing me without much worry
If they had not I would have had to scurry”
Said Roland with a broadening grin
A smile so dangerous it should have been labeled a sin
Warmth made its way to Jaspeak’s cheek
Leaving her vulnerable and otherwise weak
The feeling left her feeling the greatest of shame
Hoping this was not all a vicious game
She shook away all the thoughts in her skull
Wanting to break the silence within this lull
“So is there no magic in your homeland
We are the only ones to know of the gift I understand”
Asked Jaspeak who thought herself a fool
In this time with the night air so cool
The boy could not seem but to smirk
Which she was finding to be a charming quirk
“It is true we are not familiar with your kind
What you conjure we cannot bring to mind
We are simple folk with simpler needs
Going about our lives to complete our deeds
Since the day we first met
No matter how hard I try I can’t forget
Wondering how you managed such things
And all the challenges and opportunities it brings
To wield this magic as you call it
Would be a wonder I must admit.”
Jaspeak grinned at his words
Her thoughts getting lost with the birds
Something about this boy ensnared her mind
The feeling she got when she was around him hard to find
A feeling like butterflies trapped in her belly
Turning her thoughts to push and legs to jelly
She shook away the nervous jitter
Which felt strange and oh so bitter
“I can’t promise to teach you what I know
But it would be my pleasure to ahow
What me and my people can do
By taking what is old to me and making it new to you.”
“I would appreciate that very much.”
And with that he gave her arm the faintest of touch
Although it was but a subtle graze
The excitement within her didn’t cease to amaze
Dazzling sparks danced lightly on her nerves
Setting a flame every fiber and curve
Of her body till it tingled out of her fingertips
Before she knew it she bit her lip
Jaspeak was glad she was not alone
As redness in the boy’s cheeks shone
She composed herself then led him to the Leaping Lake
A greater impression she could not make
Glistening water sang to the heavens
Leaving Roland with an awestruck expression
Water nymphs leaped from toadstool to toadstool
Laughing as they played games cool
Roland grinned oh so wide
Jaspeak thought that he had cried
His eyes went wet as the sparkling water
Caught by the beauty there was little left to utter
Jaspeak’s heart swelled at this sight
This would be what she took from the night
The stunned silence which crowded the air
As they marveled at the lake without a care
The moon rose high as minutes turned to hours
Along came a misting shower
Calming rain washed over the two
Signaling their night was through

The Witch’s Memory part 11 (recap)

At this Jaspeak did scoff
Rolling her eyes and jutting her head aloft
“I didn’t need any of your rescue
I am quite fine and well to do
It seems we’ve come to an impasse
So tell me your name at last.”
He brushed off his clothes with the back of his hand
“I go by the name Roland
From a kingdom a ways aways
A journey by foot rounding about four days
The kingdom is called Udonvalle
My father works the majesty’s jail
My mother passed away last winter
Every fallen snowflake makes me miss her
I myself am the apprentice of a smith
A patient man who is very forthwith
I am learning the craft at lightning pace
Building weaponry for a swordsman with grace
It is a craft where I can mature
Making quite certain my future is secure.”
Jaspeak gave a quizzical gaze
As if losing herself in a distant haze
She wondered after this strange boy
The one who now seemed devoid of joy
Jaspeak stood letting the moment linger
A wind coming in as fierce as winter
“So tell me how it is you found yourself here
In these woods cloaked in fear
Are you seeking to forage from this land
Stealing our riches that you conceal in your hand?”
She posed the question serious and steadfast
After a wounded pause the boy spoke at last
“I have no desire to pilfer this place
For that matter to invade yours or anyone’s space
I sought some solace so I ran away
Not to tarry long, I expected to be gone a day
As I began walking my head went clear
Clearer it got with no one near
My father began speaking the word destiny
And I truth the word frightened me
To think of being a part of a preset plan
Not having the option to become my own man
Never being free to explore the earth
To find out what I’m truly worth
I didn’t mean to be gone this long
Surely father thinks something is wrong
Perhaps it would be best if I take my leave
I don’t want my father too much to grieve.”
With that the boy readied himself to go
What to do Jaspeak didn’t know
She knew all too well how he felt
To be a part of a hand already dealt
She herself had been destined to become
A better example of where her name came from
To be great, shining, and bright
To turn a dark deed toward the light
It was a burden, cumbersome at best
Always wondering if you’ll pass the test
The boy was ready to walkout of her life
Her heart conflicted and filled with strife
“Wait,” she hollered as well as she could
Still loud enough to wake the wood
“Don’t leave in such a huff
I was giving you a bit of guff
My name is Jaspeak I was born here
That is why these woods offer me no fear
Don’t run off just like that
I’ll tell you that I’d like to chat
It’s not easy to be me
To be expected to be more than you see
Perhaps we can meet where we are
Beneath the point of the highest star
The one so bright and easy to seek
Maybe we can greet each other every other week?”
There was a hopeful glint within her gaze
And an eyebrow the boy did raise
A smile creased his charming face
A serene calm washing between the space

The Witch’s Memory part 10 (recap)

Jaspeak launched the crackling flame
Then shielded her eyes from the light which came
From the fiery orb burning bright as the sun
Once it was launched it couldn’t be undone
The stone wolves howled out in pain
To the moon which had started to wane
They scampered back to the depths of shadows
To await their turn for another go
Jaspeak looked up past the trees
Begging and hoping please
For the moon to be pinned in the center of the sky
Although she wished, she knew it a lie
It had shuffled off to the side as if slowly toppled from a throne
Though grateful to be alive she uttered a groan
The Luna Blossom began to sag
A deep resentment started to nag
At her heartstrings for the loss
Of the magic ingredient that was now her cost
She glared at the man as he pulled himself from the ground
Controlling a fury inside where she wanted to pound
The man into tiny microbes of dust
But calm herself she must
Because that is how her father would want it
Though he wished to teach the man to regret
Stumbling upon her that very night
Under the waning moonlight
“Are you a simpleton?” Jaspeak spat
“Do you have any idea where you are at
Monsters live in this wood more fearsome than those
And all of them can see you in those hideous clothes
A walking target is what you are
You’re fortunate to walk out of this with nary a scar
The man stretched then dusted himself off
And then he gave a very sarcastic cough
“You’re welcome.” Is all he said
Then Jaspeak saw nothing but red
“You dare to seek thanks for what you did?”
Jaspeak bellowed ready to flip her lid
“I saved you from being ate
And I did it not a moment too late
My thanks for you not being food
Is for you to be prickly and quite rude
You can see what it is I can do
Now reveal yourself before I do worse to you.”
Then the man let loose a sigh
And the scarf he began to untie
As the fabric fell to the wayside
She saw what it was he wished to hide
Not a man but a boy her age
Whose eyes were a brilliant shade of sage
He was handsome for lack of a more suitable word
The feelings stirring inside her were absurd
Countless boys sought her dainty hand
And she found them all crude and bland
This boy however caught her off guard
Still there was failed magic to regard
“You ruined my experiment I hope you know
Do you have an ounce of remorse to show?”
The boy combed his fingers through his wild brown hair
“To be, my lady, honestly fair
It’s your life I do believe I came to save
Keeping you from an early grave
I saw those wolves from a mile away
And you in the dark like you were ready to play
So I took it upon myself to do what I can
Then I came up with an ingenious plan
To shoot an arrow and make it true
All in an effort to rescue you.”

The Witch’s Memory part 5 (recap)

Then the king headed off towards the sun
Leaving our leader to wonder what had been done
He leapt to his feet headed in the direction
Of the once great man who was now an infection
Burrowing deep in our land to rot it from within
With lies, corruption, and all manner of sin
He went to the home, pounding till his hand was sore
No time for pleasantries as war was upon their door
With no answer he peered inside
Where it looked like joy came and died
Darkness smothered every possession
Casting a sense of desolation
Shadows lurked and danced carefree
Our leader wondered where Jaspeak could be
Then amongst the darkness something did shuffle
And a scream of horror he had to stifle
A very frail figure descended the stair
Seeing it was almost more than he could bear
It moved in the darkness with great ease
Though appearing to be haunted by a grave disease
Upon the arms as thin as bone
Several pus filled boils shone
The movements were spastic as if there was no control
Over the body and certainly the soul
Long, hair greasy and dark
Struck over leader as rather stark
This was not Jaspeak of that much he was sure
This was the girl from before
The king’s daughter sold to a madman
It was so overwhelming he could hardly stand
Our leader fumbled and began to reel
“My dear friend how do you feel
Is everything fine, is everything kosher
What trouble brings you back to my door?”
“The veil has been lifted from my eyes
Now I am keen to all your lies
I cannot believe I once called you friend
Your actions I can no longer defend
You are a monster from head to toe
Our people shall not be a part of the evil you sew
Tell me what has brought you to this
That has led you astray and so amiss”
Said our leader with a renewed strength
Angered he let it go to such lengths
Jaspeak approached as cool as the breeze
Unburdened by being such a world class sleaze
The treble in his voice was deep and low
“I suppose it’s about time you know
Loathe is too lowly a word
To describe what I feel for the non-magical herd
Too long have they gone unscathed
Many wars they have waged
Lives taken for an unseen glory
Spilling blood to tell their story
They are savages my friend and nothing more
Then the earth chose to settle the score
Handing gifts to the ones who should rightfully rule
If you cannot see that you are a fool
Your gifts you should have learned to embrace
To help me prove we are the master race
Side by side like brothers in arms
Casting in new magic and devious charms
See while you chose to pander those creeps
I mastered a new art while everyone sleeps
I mined it from a part of my heart
A piece of me calling to me from the very start
The darkness my friend that hides in us all
Showing me how to make the non-magicals fall
Summonings, curses, and a trove of terrible jinx
Anything at all worse than you can think
I learned how to possess a human soul
Mold it, break it, until it surrenders control
My will running through their bone
Creating an army of my very own
I call them witches, my special breed
Making them all I could need
Vessels to hold onto my dark arts
Letting it consume the entirety of their hearts
That’s not their only use before they meet the tomb
They also have use in their vacant womb
To bear child I shall raise
To help me set the world ablaze
I have ascended far beyond this realm
To bring forth a new era with me at the helm
No longer a wizard to come and mock
Fueled by my rage I am now a warlock
A being willing to do what it takes
To claim what is ours no matter the stakes.”

The Witch’s Memory part 4 (recap)

Then the king headed off towards the sun
Leaving our leader to wonder what had been done
He leapt to his feet headed in the direction
Of the once great man who was now an infection
Burrowing deep in our land to rot it from within
With lies, corruption, and all manner of sin
He went to the home, pounding till his hand was sore
No time for pleasantries as war was upon their door
With no answer he peered inside
Where it looked like joy came and died
Darkness smothered every possession
Casting a sense of desolation
Shadows lurked and danced carefree
Our leader wondered where Jaspeak could be
Then amongst the darkness something did shuffle
And a scream of horror he had to stifle
A very frail figure descended the stair
Seeing it was almost more than he could bear
It moved in the darkness with great ease
Though appearing to be haunted by a grave disease
Upon the arms as thin as bone
Several pus filled boils shone
The movements were spastic as if there was no control
Over the body and certainly the soul
Long, hair greasy and dark
Struck over leader as rather stark
This was not Jaspeak of that much he was sure
This was the girl from before
The king’s daughter sold to a madman
It was so overwhelming he could hardly stand
Our leader fumbled and began to reel
“My dear friend how do you feel
Is everything fine, is everything kosher
What trouble brings you back to my door?”
“The veil has been lifted from my eyes
Now I am keen to all your lies
I cannot believe I once called you friend
Your actions I can no longer defend
You are a monster from head to toe
Our people shall not be a part of the evil you sew
Tell me what has brought you to this
That has led you astray and so amiss”
Said our leader with a renewed strength
Angered he let it go to such lengths
Jaspeak approached as cool as the breeze
Unburdened by being such a world class sleaze
The treble in his voice was deep and low
“I suppose it’s about time you know
Loathe is too lowly a word
To describe what I feel for the non-magical herd
Too long have they gone unscathed
Many wars they have waged
Lives taken for an unseen glory
Spilling blood to tell their story
They are savages my friend and nothing more
Then the earth chose to settle the score
Handing gifts to the ones who should rightfully rule
If you cannot see that you are a fool
Your gifts you should have learned to embrace
To help me prove we are the master race
Side by side like brothers in arms
Casting in new magic and devious charms
See while you chose to pander those creeps
I mastered a new art while everyone sleeps
I mined it from a part of my heart
A piece of me calling to me from the very start
The darkness my friend that hides in us all
Showing me how to make the non-magicals fall
Summonings, curses, and a trove of terrible jinx
Anything at all worse than you can think
I learned how to possess a human soul
Mold it, break it, until it surrenders control
My will running through their bone
Creating an army of my very own
I call them witches, my special breed
Making them all I could need
Vessels to hold onto my dark arts
Letting it consume the entirety of their hearts
That’s not their only use before they meet the tomb
They also have use in their vacant womb
To bear child I shall raise
To help me set the world ablaze
I have ascended far beyond this realm
To bring forth a new era with me at the helm
No longer a wizard to come and mock
Fueled by my rage I am now a warlock
A being willing to do what it takes
To claim what is ours no matter the stakes.”
Our leader took this time to flee
All the while his head buzzing like it contained a bee
The world he knew swept out under his feet
Leaving him to wonder what end his people would meet
Jaspeak declared war on the non-magical ilk
A distasteful act like sour buttermilk
Our leader pleaded to all of our kind
Speaking of the great wizard had lost his mind
He told them of what the man planned
Then he made a plea, not a demand
Calling on the good within them all
To help him complete the great wizard’s fall
There were a few who sided with Jaspeak
But there was no reason for our leader to grow weak
Those who were willing to join the fight
Were great in number, courage and might
A line had been drawn on the proverbial sand
Armed with magic and followers at his command
Our leader led the charge against all that was dark
For goodness he claimed would leave its mark
So a war waged on between evil and good
A battle for truth and no more falsehood
Jaspeak proved to be a formidable foe
Leaving his enemies with nowhere to go
Only to press forward through all he could conjure
Making an army of all manner of creature
Nightmarish beasts and blood drenched demon
Anything at all that the great wizard could summon
The war waged on for far too long
Our leader and the heartbroken king plunging headlong
Into the center of the terrible battle
The faith in their cause refusing to rattle
Until at last the king’s blade struck true
In the warlock’s chest and Jaspeak’s face went blue
The wizard fell upon the ground
They were victorious but certainly bound
By woe, misery at those they had lost
Their victory coming at a great cost
Many of the valiant lay dead in the wake
Waiting for the grim reaper to take
Their souls to the heavens or the depths of hell
A resting place for them to eternally dwell
The king and our leader were left on the battlefield
What had been broken could never be healed
Although they had fought side by side
A solace between them it did not provide
The uneasiest of truce was brokered that day
Sending the two on their separate way
The non-magicals would go about their life
And about their work without an iota of strife
As long as the magicals stayed to ourselves
In the land where dark magic delves
Search parties were sent out for the missing daughters
Hearts were fearful they met up with marauders
Of them there was neither hair nor hide
Leaving the king to suspect they’d died
But what to do with the one who remained
The one pregnant and caught under the dark magic strain
Ready was the babe to go through the trials of birth
Although its mother was no longer much worth
Madness dwelled deep in her dark eyes
Dark like the magic we all despise
What to do with this girl now
“The daughter I once knew is dead like a slain cow
She with her sisters far away from this place
Away from the dark things and her father’s disgrace
This thing before me is no child of mine
So what you choose to do by me is fine
Though I ask a favor if you please
Set her ablaze to rid her of this magical disease.”

The Witch’s Memory part 2 (recap)

You will still be our little one and make us proud

If you have any questions speak them aloud

Better to know now than not at all

Ask your query child before nightfall.”

The girl took a moment to have herself a think

As she pondered, the sun did slowly sink

The clouds were outlined in blood orange and indigo

Then the girl blurted. “Oh I know

Daddy how come we are made to hide

Instead of walking around with pride

We are stronger isn’t that much true

Heck I couldn’t imagine anyone beating you 

So why not do more with our magic

Instead of protection and other tricks?”

With that the father and mother shared a glance

Saying this was a subject not meant to dance

Around or even beat around the bush

The world went quiet as if told to shush

“What is your name?” said the father to the girl

“Jaspeak, father.” answered the child, giving her hair a nervous twirl

“Who were you named after?”

“Why, my great great grandfather.”

The man settled into the cool earth

Appearing devoid of his former merriment and mirth

Heaviness perched upon his shoulder

Making him appear several years older

She snuggled in his arms, her eyes aimed to the lowering sun

Her mind wondering what it was that had been done

What had been done to cause her father this woe

The answer her curiosity had to know

“Well your great- great-grandfather Jaspeak,”

He father did speak

“Was a great wizard beyond any compare

So much so it was considered unfair

To those without any kind of magic

In fact their lives seemed rather tragic

Because of Jaspeak we had no worries about being fed

From his magic we learned how to heal when we bled

We could create fire with the flick of the wrist

And that is only the beginning of his achievement list

Almost everything we have, food and supply

Came because a man named Jaspeak did try

Meanwhile outside of this land we call home

The spirit of pestilence did roam

Touching the crops, the water, and folks’ health

With all that combined it touched the kingdom’s wealth

The king at the time was no better than a pauper

All of his gold reduced to a handful of copper

Desperate the king came to us on bended knee

Making a most generous plea

For us to stop watching them suffer

He had very little to offer

In exchange for crops and fresh water

He would provide us more land and his first daughter

For most of us folk his offer was far too generous 

All he had to do was ask, no need for all this

Jaspeak however thought otherwise

He didn’t care for the ungifted’s cries

Deep in his heart these people he did loathe

No matter how hard the people strove

For peace, love and unity 

To him this was not how it was supposed to be

Jaspeak was all too aware of their plight

Considered it a plague to rid the world of this blight

Magical folk were superior he thought in his head

And he considered this the reason he had been bred

To bring his people into the dawning of a new age

Where he would be crowned most wise and sage

He’d build castles on the bones of the unfortunate

His place in history already set

He convinced our leader to take the deal

His plot beginning to churn its wheel

The did retrieve his firstborn

Who was lovely if not a bit forlorn

Wouldn’t you be if you were found in her predicament

No more than a commodity meant to be spent

A royal made to be a bargaining chip

So it was understandable she had a tremble in her lip

Jaspeak claimed the girl as his own

His plans for her laid unknown

But no one would dare question a wizard so great

That is until it was much too late

Back to his home went Jaspeak and his unwilling bride

His heart swollen with unearned pride

Pride in doing what he felt right

A course of action to bring his people to the light

You see my sweet dear

The sold princess had need to fear

Jaspeak wanted to create the dark art

Of curses, jinxes. It was his plan from the start

And the lovely young girl would be his practice

A litmus test for his dark magic

So our folk went along with the deal

And soon the non-magical folk began to heal

From the troubles that plagued them so

But how were they to know

That their troubles were far from an end

If they had known they would have begun to fend

To protect themselves from the troubles that loomed

Perhaps then they may not have been doomed

For several years the truce between us seemed great

We were devoid of harm and devoid of hate

We could call our non-magical brethren friend

The lines between enemy and friend started to blend

Then one day as the non magicals were reaping their wheat and hay

They found their crops withered and reeking of decay

This was the first time they had been met with woe

Since the deal had been struck so long ago

The non magicals cried out about what had befallen them

With winter approaching things may turn grim

Our leader befuddled by this new predicament

“Something happened. Magic awry it went

Our own crops are fine and doing quite well

Why this happened to you I don’t know what to tell

We’ll seek for you an answer to this

No stone unturned until we find what’s amiss.”

This soothed over our relations

And the king’s people went back to their vocations

As the non magicals went about their life

Our leader sought to end the pending strife

What better way to find a solution to the matter

Than to seek Jaspeak for a little chatter

Our leader sought out the great magician

Hoping he’d play the part of magical physician 

He marched over to the wizard’s home

To find Jaspeak waiting on his porch alone

Out leader wished to ask about the king’s girl

Curious to the answers that would unfurl

The Witch’s Memory part seventy eight

“It must be you,” said the princess with glee

“That I have been instructed to see 

I met your kin outside these walls

Where the wilderness pleads its call

Your sister showed me things bordering the impossible 

Sights that left me with a deep chill

I fall at your feet with gratitude 

For your generosity is too much to exude”

With that she fell to her knees

And it seemed the world did freeze

All went still and quiet

The women turned toward the girl

And at that moment her world did swirl

Inkslayer’s Journal Entry 5

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Hey everyone! Still reeling from getting Beyond Here out into the world. Make sure to get your copy. Also if you message me I can set up signing and delivering you a copy if you wish. In the meantime here’s a free read of a flash fiction piece that I hope to make a full fledged novel at some point. I hope you enjoy!!

Ghost of the Arena

Her nights were always the same. 
The blood and her lone symbolic act were washed away with coarse goat hairbrushes. With each pass through she felt her wounds begin to tear anew. It reminded her that she will still alive. That the gods thought to curse her for another day.
She slept bare under the canopy of stars, the night sky matching her skin of coal. Each blazing jewel in sky was an unanswered plea for the release from the misery of this world. Before the morning light a new star would be born.
By the break of day she’d be awakened by Doc, a member of her troupe. In spite of overwhelming sense of death and horror which hung over the arena Doc managed to be cheery, sunlight dancing in his blue eyes.
“Perhaps you shouldn’t take a direct shot to the shoulder today. That is unless you’re not attached to it,” he said as he traced her collarbone with his finger.
Her waking pain was the same yet new nonetheless. “Are you giving instruction to your lanista?”
“Simply observing. It’s what I do.”
His olive skin never ceased to look pale against her own dark tones. The sun had taken its toll on his flesh leaving weathered lines behind in its wake. They paled in comparison to her menagerie of scars.
“How are the others?” she asked as she stood, her nude figure unabashed in the morning rays.
“Surviving.”
“That’s all that can be asked.”
“Indeed.”
They held a mutual respect for each other. A quiet means of foreplay that would proceed no further. There was no love for gladiators, not even amongst themselves. 
Before eating or partaking in the meager water rations provided she had to become the warrior she was made to become, the ghost of the arena. As she slumbered through the night the crew used a large kiln to dispose of the losers of yesterday. Their ashes would be ready for her by the rising of the sun, a mixture of grey and ivory. From the top of her head to the soles of her feet the dark skinned warrior dusted herself in the regret of yesterday. When she was done she was new, baptized in the death of fire.
From here she dressed herself in her armor before joining her troupe for their rations. Although the only female amongst the several men they held her in high regard. Her actions in the arena had saved their skin on numerous occasions.
The rest of the morning consisted of practice, practice, and trying to find out why she was a black girl sentenced to die in the arena. Soon it was mid-afternoon and the daylight was saturated with the cries of a bloodthirsty audience. The games were set to begin, and her and her Poison Apples were set to take center stage.
But today was different. 
The gates would wait longer today to open, to usher them into the madness. A trove of royal guards entered the confines of the area they called home, carrying with them the scent of sweat…and of her. The queen stank of nightshade, as poisonous as her heart. The queen considered herself to be a mother to the people, but to the gladiators made to fight on her behalf she may as well have been a wicked stepmother.
With her robes barely touching the tainted sand the queen made her way down the line of the Poison Apples until she reached the ghost of the arena. It was hard to discern anything about the queen behind that damn porcelain mask she wore.
“Will you win today?” the queen asked, her voice darkened as the sky as the sun sought to be tucked under the horizon. 

The black girl painted in ash didn’t speak. Her time spent as a gladiator gave her the impression the queen had something to do with her imprisonment. 
Although she couldn’t see it the warrior felt a cruel grin arch from behind the porcelain facade. “One can only hope so. My favorite apple in the batch. My Snow White.”