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Authors: P. K. Brent
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room carring an amulet for the tracking spell.
"Oh no! What the bejeebers are you doing!!!! Banish! Banish Blue!!! Banish fast!!!!
Mist had risen up, as though from the floor, which Blue knew was impossible but there it was anyway. It was taking the form of, well, an old woman and a warrior.
"Shysters! Now you went and did it!," sputtered LeRoy. "You idiot, you just went and summoned the clan guardians, and you have not yet been presented to them yet!"
"The what?" asked Blue, bewildered.
"Oh my god, they're not in the triangle! Im outta here," LeRoy squawked, fluttering out the door as fast as he could go.
From what LeRoy had sputtered before flapping out the door, Blue realized that the Hag and Warrior now in corporeal form before her were bound to the McChesney Clan, and wielded tremendous power. Unfortunately, she had not summoned them into a triangle. This meant they were free to do whatever they wished. Standing before Blue were a bent old woman, blind in one fogged up eye, and a powerful warrior wearing a tartan, leathers on his legs, a helm and a huge smoking sword. Blue could feel the power exuding from both the crumpled hag and the strong warrior. Blue stood there with her mouth hanging open.
"What have we here? Pretty thing," murmurred the hag.
The old woman squinted at Blue. "Ah, the newest McChesney."
Blue recalled seeing glimpses of the hag staring out of mirrors then disappearing.
"Kill it," I say, boomed the warrior. "Its fool enough to summon us with no introduction and doesn't even know enough to summon us into a triangle. It's too stupid to be tolerated."
"Its one of ours," said the Hag. "So we shall not kill it, right away. Ah yes, I know you," the hag whispered. "The youngest and newest member of the McChesney Clan. Born of the witch's daughter and sired by Cormac McChesney."
"How did you know?," asked Blue.
"Let's kill it and go," repeated the warrior.
The hag ignored both Blue and the warrior.
"About time there was a girl. I'm tired of all these men running about killing themselves off. Past three generations it has been only men. Dam foolish they are. Noble but foolish." The hag raised her hand to Blue and made a symbol in the air that looked like a cross with a circle around it. "May you bare many healthy bairns Belladonna Louisa McChesney, witch girl with wolf blood."
"Barns?" asked Blue.
"Not barns! Bairns. Babies! Offspring! Don't let all this modern talk prevent you from realizing that this is the primary business of the female -- bearing and raising young. If you don't do it, the McChesney line will die out. So it's on you to propogate. It's your duty. It is very simple to mate and breed. Very close to the heart. But that is what gives us our strongest power. You will see."
"Why did I not know of you before?" asked Blue.
"You would have in time, as one of the McChesney Clan. Initiations are not made until you reach adulthood, age 18, and are welcomed into the Order. You are the first to ever invoke me who was not an Order member. If you had not been of the McChesney Clan, I would have killed you."
"I still think we should kill it now," huffed the warrior. "Impale it and roast it on a spit over the fire. That will teach it to be impudent."
"Oh be quiet you big fool, killing is not the best solution to everything." Apparently the hag had seniority over the warrior, who now was sulking, though Blue noticed he seemed to be having a difficult time not laughing out loud. What was so funny?
"What powers do you have?" Blue asked.
The hag turned toward the east and raised her hands. Blue felt the wind and saw the hag turn into a beautiful eagle. Next the hag turned west and shapeshifted into a salmon that was swimming in air where the eagle had been flying. South she turned and became a slithering salamander giving off sparks and walking on tongues of fire, then finally North where she stood in the form of a great Stag on a piles of snow, tossing her head and antlers. Finally the stag
"Oh no! What the bejeebers are you doing!!!! Banish! Banish Blue!!! Banish fast!!!!
Mist had risen up, as though from the floor, which Blue knew was impossible but there it was anyway. It was taking the form of, well, an old woman and a warrior.
"Shysters! Now you went and did it!," sputtered LeRoy. "You idiot, you just went and summoned the clan guardians, and you have not yet been presented to them yet!"
"The what?" asked Blue, bewildered.
"Oh my god, they're not in the triangle! Im outta here," LeRoy squawked, fluttering out the door as fast as he could go.
From what LeRoy had sputtered before flapping out the door, Blue realized that the Hag and Warrior now in corporeal form before her were bound to the McChesney Clan, and wielded tremendous power. Unfortunately, she had not summoned them into a triangle. This meant they were free to do whatever they wished. Standing before Blue were a bent old woman, blind in one fogged up eye, and a powerful warrior wearing a tartan, leathers on his legs, a helm and a huge smoking sword. Blue could feel the power exuding from both the crumpled hag and the strong warrior. Blue stood there with her mouth hanging open.
"What have we here? Pretty thing," murmurred the hag.
The old woman squinted at Blue. "Ah, the newest McChesney."
Blue recalled seeing glimpses of the hag staring out of mirrors then disappearing.
"Kill it," I say, boomed the warrior. "Its fool enough to summon us with no introduction and doesn't even know enough to summon us into a triangle. It's too stupid to be tolerated."
"Its one of ours," said the Hag. "So we shall not kill it, right away. Ah yes, I know you," the hag whispered. "The youngest and newest member of the McChesney Clan. Born of the witch's daughter and sired by Cormac McChesney."
"How did you know?," asked Blue.
"Let's kill it and go," repeated the warrior.
The hag ignored both Blue and the warrior.
"About time there was a girl. I'm tired of all these men running about killing themselves off. Past three generations it has been only men. Dam foolish they are. Noble but foolish." The hag raised her hand to Blue and made a symbol in the air that looked like a cross with a circle around it. "May you bare many healthy bairns Belladonna Louisa McChesney, witch girl with wolf blood."
"Barns?" asked Blue.
"Not barns! Bairns. Babies! Offspring! Don't let all this modern talk prevent you from realizing that this is the primary business of the female -- bearing and raising young. If you don't do it, the McChesney line will die out. So it's on you to propogate. It's your duty. It is very simple to mate and breed. Very close to the heart. But that is what gives us our strongest power. You will see."
"Why did I not know of you before?" asked Blue.
"You would have in time, as one of the McChesney Clan. Initiations are not made until you reach adulthood, age 18, and are welcomed into the Order. You are the first to ever invoke me who was not an Order member. If you had not been of the McChesney Clan, I would have killed you."
"I still think we should kill it now," huffed the warrior. "Impale it and roast it on a spit over the fire. That will teach it to be impudent."
"Oh be quiet you big fool, killing is not the best solution to everything." Apparently the hag had seniority over the warrior, who now was sulking, though Blue noticed he seemed to be having a difficult time not laughing out loud. What was so funny?
"What powers do you have?" Blue asked.
The hag turned toward the east and raised her hands. Blue felt the wind and saw the hag turn into a beautiful eagle. Next the hag turned west and shapeshifted into a salmon that was swimming in air where the eagle had been flying. South she turned and became a slithering salamander giving off sparks and walking on tongues of fire, then finally North where she stood in the form of a great Stag on a piles of snow, tossing her head and antlers. Finally the stag
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