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Authors: Amy Sumida
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What the Hell?
My jaguar shown bright inside the darkness of Blue's mind, a star amidst his night sky, and it was easy to follow her progress. It was easy to see her pounce suddenly and pull back with her prey in her mouth. It wasn't easy to see the prey itself though.
Blue's Nahual was a hummingbird, go figure, but the bird was coated so thickly in a black viscous fluid that I could barely make out its form. The substance dripped from it, hissing and smoking when it touched my jaguar. She dropped the foul thing, spitting and growling at it while it flopped pathetically.
The butterflies swooped in and I cringed. They wouldn't stand a chance against that oil slick of hatred, and I knew instinctively that the black fluid was hatred. Distilled and condensed hatred. Blue was weighed down under hate so thick that his animal twin couldn't fly anymore. How could my fragile butterflies hope to win?
As they landed on the poor hummingbird, one lone butterfly flew back to me. It came to rest inside my chest and I was immediately at ease. These weren't normal insects, they were pure magic. Pure love. Every butterfly was once a caterpillar. Fat and fuzzy, wriggling its way across the earth before it changed itself into something beautiful and learned to fly. Love held the power to transform, to take a grounded thing and give it wings. A bridge between earth and air, a link between spirits and hearts. The shape it had chosen wasn't a silly girlie symbol but a representation of its strength, its untouchable beauty, and its ability to soar.
I focused back on the hummingbird and wasn't at all shocked to see the darkness peeling away. The butterflies buzzed with intensity, their little legs working at the black shell and scraping it away into dust. It took only moments for the bright colors of Blue's Nahual to start to show through.
“ What are you doing?” His whisper held a touch of fear.
“ Teaching you to fly,” I turned my face to his and kissed him.
His arms wrapped around me and his kiss filled me with heat. I felt him pour his rage into me, press it against my magic like a shield. The black rose up in a wave, threatening to drown not only the hummingbird but my butterflies and jaguar as well. It was too late though. As the wave started to crest, Blue's hummingbird rose amid a flock of butterflies and shot up to meet it. My jaguar roared, calling my Love magic home as she turned away. She knew they were no longer needed there and sure enough, as she padded home with the butterflies flocking around her, the wave shattered and turned into a glittering cloud of light.
The explosion shot through us both as Blue convulsed above me. I thanked my Nahual and sent her back into my depths to recover. She blinked dark eyes at me and huffed, her warm breath filling me with peace, before she turned and sank into my soul. Then I was pulled back into Blue's mind.
The hummingbird hovered, the rapid beating of his wings pulling traumatic memories in and merging them with happier ones, blending them into a bittersweet confection palatable enough to be swallowed. The horror of his mother’s corpse was softened by the memory of her dark, laughing eyes and gentle smile. His sister’s decapitated head was covered by her laughter, a picture of her pointing to the Moon in delight. His father’s last screams were banished by the sound of his rich voice telling Blue that he was the hope of his people. The first child born off Atlantean soil.
Each memory shot through him, shaking his body over and over like a seizure before they were laid to rest. When Blue finally raised his head, I felt as battered as he must have but also relieved. His hatred was gone. I felt it wash away like filth in a mountain stream, replaced by the clear flow of pure life. My chest was wet with his tears but his eyes were dry when he raised them to me…and green, a striking jade green.
“ Oh wow,” I breathed and felt my own eyes fill with tears.
“ What is it,
My jaguar shown bright inside the darkness of Blue's mind, a star amidst his night sky, and it was easy to follow her progress. It was easy to see her pounce suddenly and pull back with her prey in her mouth. It wasn't easy to see the prey itself though.
Blue's Nahual was a hummingbird, go figure, but the bird was coated so thickly in a black viscous fluid that I could barely make out its form. The substance dripped from it, hissing and smoking when it touched my jaguar. She dropped the foul thing, spitting and growling at it while it flopped pathetically.
The butterflies swooped in and I cringed. They wouldn't stand a chance against that oil slick of hatred, and I knew instinctively that the black fluid was hatred. Distilled and condensed hatred. Blue was weighed down under hate so thick that his animal twin couldn't fly anymore. How could my fragile butterflies hope to win?
As they landed on the poor hummingbird, one lone butterfly flew back to me. It came to rest inside my chest and I was immediately at ease. These weren't normal insects, they were pure magic. Pure love. Every butterfly was once a caterpillar. Fat and fuzzy, wriggling its way across the earth before it changed itself into something beautiful and learned to fly. Love held the power to transform, to take a grounded thing and give it wings. A bridge between earth and air, a link between spirits and hearts. The shape it had chosen wasn't a silly girlie symbol but a representation of its strength, its untouchable beauty, and its ability to soar.
I focused back on the hummingbird and wasn't at all shocked to see the darkness peeling away. The butterflies buzzed with intensity, their little legs working at the black shell and scraping it away into dust. It took only moments for the bright colors of Blue's Nahual to start to show through.
“ What are you doing?” His whisper held a touch of fear.
“ Teaching you to fly,” I turned my face to his and kissed him.
His arms wrapped around me and his kiss filled me with heat. I felt him pour his rage into me, press it against my magic like a shield. The black rose up in a wave, threatening to drown not only the hummingbird but my butterflies and jaguar as well. It was too late though. As the wave started to crest, Blue's hummingbird rose amid a flock of butterflies and shot up to meet it. My jaguar roared, calling my Love magic home as she turned away. She knew they were no longer needed there and sure enough, as she padded home with the butterflies flocking around her, the wave shattered and turned into a glittering cloud of light.
The explosion shot through us both as Blue convulsed above me. I thanked my Nahual and sent her back into my depths to recover. She blinked dark eyes at me and huffed, her warm breath filling me with peace, before she turned and sank into my soul. Then I was pulled back into Blue's mind.
The hummingbird hovered, the rapid beating of his wings pulling traumatic memories in and merging them with happier ones, blending them into a bittersweet confection palatable enough to be swallowed. The horror of his mother’s corpse was softened by the memory of her dark, laughing eyes and gentle smile. His sister’s decapitated head was covered by her laughter, a picture of her pointing to the Moon in delight. His father’s last screams were banished by the sound of his rich voice telling Blue that he was the hope of his people. The first child born off Atlantean soil.
Each memory shot through him, shaking his body over and over like a seizure before they were laid to rest. When Blue finally raised his head, I felt as battered as he must have but also relieved. His hatred was gone. I felt it wash away like filth in a mountain stream, replaced by the clear flow of pure life. My chest was wet with his tears but his eyes were dry when he raised them to me…and green, a striking jade green.
“ Oh wow,” I breathed and felt my own eyes fill with tears.
“ What is it,
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