Rising Anew Chapter 18, The Battle Won, the War begun.txt
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Rising Anew Chapter 18 The Battle Won, The War Begun
"Plink.... Plink.... Plink...."
The sound of water dripping filled the room as its inhabitant slowly awoke. The smell of roasting pastries floated through the air around them. A soft crackling flame lent its warmth and light to the stone walls.
With a groan Narcenac sat up then fell back to the cot he was on as pain shot up his hip and back.
"What happened to me..." he moaned quietly as he thought back.
"You took a spear to your right hip son, you lost a lot of blood before Trisha closed the wound so take it slow." Papaw said from beside the fire.
Narcenac sat up a little slower and looked around. He was in one of the kitchens. The warm stone felt nice on his feet as he slowly set them down on it. He rubbed his head slowly then looked around again. Sitting on the main table was a jar of blood and the remanents of cookie dough. Purrma's ingrediants for Blood Cookies.
Papaw stood and made his way to Narcenac and helped him to his feet. Without a word he assisted his grandson to a wooden chair by the fire. There beside it in a pile of blankets, Narina slept fitfully.
Narcenac reached down and slowly stroked her hair. She stopped shivering and began to breath regular again.
"She has not left this kitchen in 3 days. You were out of it for quiet a while... Its been a harsh few days... I think you need to know what happened..." Papaw looked down between his paws and sighed. Narcenac couldnt help but feel dread from the look on his face. His grandfather had never been so serious or had such a countenance of steel before. Something terrible had happened... ***************
"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU WERE DOING!!!! SSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!" The golden serpent screamed at Marcerous. "You FOOL!!! We could have crippled them a little at a time! Taken them out slowly! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!!!!! SSSSSSSSS!!!!!"
"Shut up you golden welp of a snake.... I do not need to explain myself to you, you are nothing to me and if you dont wish to join that whore, then you should silence your tongue!" Marcerous said with ever malicious bit of intent clinging and dripping from every word. His words silenced the golden snake for a moment as it rethought its position.
"You ssssshould not have killed her... You have only brought about their full war sssssspirit.... and now... they will hunt every last one of usssss to our gravesssss..." it replied silently.
"Carnisian's mate was of no concern to me... Her mouth was enjoyable though. It's a shame i couldnt have dined on her flesh. But no matter. The young male will be drawn out by this. That is my only goal, my only concern. I will have him and i will strip his bones..." the hulking hybrid murmurred to himself.
Silently the snake slithered its way out of the cave to its children. It wanted revenge on the young ones, but not at the cost of its entire clan brood. Marcerous was more evil than the golden serpent was prepared to deal with.
With a silent hiss, it gave its orders and the serpents from all over the clan slowly began to vanish into the night-lit forest. Another chance would have to be waited upon. Patience was a snakes best ally. ***************
Narcenac lay there that night, his fur stained from the hours of crying he had just done. He had cried so long he simply could cry no more.
"Purrma... I miss you... " he whispered to the night's silence. Tomorrow he would be taken along with Narina to see their grandmother's body. He was proud of her. Proud of how much she had done that night to defend her home, her friends, and her family.
"Marcerous didnt even try to show himself... coward... He just threw the spear and hid behind a tree..." Papaw had told him, through tears and soft sobs. Soon after his grandmother was felled, the grimloth retreated to their caves. None had been seen since then. But the Glade was outraged, and a cry for vengeance as old and powerful as a waking volcano's explosive eruption had been raised. It was official. The Glade wanted war, revenge, and more importantly... They wanted Marcerous.
Narina lay there next to him, her arms around his chest as she slept. Her dreams were violent. Death and destruction. She didnt like the fighting any more... She wanted it to end and to never see blood shed again. But she knew what that would mean... Marcerous had to die.. or they did. ***************
Litian stepped out of the jeep and stretched slowly. It had been a long journey from Berlin where he had been stationed.
Litian was a rusty red color. Litan's eyes were as red as his fur, piercing, to anyone else, he seemed harsh, and always serious. He stood at 6 feet and 2 inches. His body was muscular but in an athletic way. Honed by years of time spent as a spy, assasin, and soldier. He was only concerned with results and could care less about how he achieved them as long as it was done quickly, silently and with as little disturbance as possible. He firmly believed that Necromanta must stay hidden and live happily as they had for millenia. Thus he was loyal to his very death to Ritus. He had followed Ritus from being a soldier, to his rise as the Broken Claw's ruler.
Litian had landed in upstate Maine and had driven from there. Luckily a Broken Claw scientist had found a way to make a disguising device for business that required interaction with humans on a main stream basis. The device emmitted a signal that made whoever it was near look like a certain human. The signal only affect humans, and each signal was calibrated to look like the person's human form who carried it. Due to its size, it had to be carried in a backpack or suitcase.
Litian was dressed as though he was going hiking so this worked to his advantage.
Slowly he took in his surroundings, it had been difficult to track his intended targets this far. After leaving the elder's house and following their trail a while, he had lost it and had to backtrack. It left the road and headed into the woods.
With a smile, he pulled the jeep into a grove of trees and locked it, then filled his backpacks pockets with bottles of water. Once he was satisfied, he smiled and flicked his tail back and forth with a happy exuberance rarely ever seen with him. Then without a word, he dashed headlong after the trail, enjoying every movement. ***************
Narcenac and Narina stood together, their paws clasped together and the tears gushing from them both as they looked at the body of their grandmother. The spear had caught her in the chest and pierced her heart. Now she lay in this warm candle lit room dressed in a satin violet robe and a look of peace on her face. Her tail was wrapped around the first burial candle. Its wax already beginning to cover her tail's tip and length.
Carnisian sat beside the love of his life and softly cried in anguish. Trisha and a small black tiger stood back against a wall as they all watched the burial candle flicker. This process would take a few days.
Narcenacs heart burned with the urge to gain revenge for this. He wanted Marcerous dead now more than ever. His entire being was beant on the monsters destruction. But even he knew until he was healed and the grimloth disposed of, he stood no chance of being able to face Marcerous alone.
He clenched his fingers into his palm tighter and tighter until he felt the warmth of blood running down his fingers. He would have his vengeance, Purrma would be avenged...