Ohia_Lehua
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"They say it was almost a hundred years ago before the magic grew too untamed to be hidden anymore."
Elysia remembered the first time she had heard the story from her Grandfather's side she was three and not quite old enough to know that there was too much truth in his storytelling.
"Creatures of the dark were the first to show their face, vampires claimed the lives of thousands..."
She loved the tale turned truth but her heart wasn't in it tonight. Today was the last day of mourning for her Mother's passing and she wasn't ready to give her up.
The last year was the hardest year of her life. Her entire life she had been as free of the wind and no one and nothing was able to tame her. A daredevil who pushed against every limit until she broke it, having yet come across one that broke her. It was a fast and crazy life with expensive fast cars and motorcycles built for speed. As a child she would climb the tallest tree in the forests of Washington State and sit content as she watched the eagles dance their mating dance of spring. Elysia would take every dare given her with a laugh and show her cousins that she feared nothing because nothing did.
She was so naive, so stupid. Her Mother got sick and everything changed. Dying from a sickness was slow and expensive. Elysia had sold everything she owned, all her fast expensive cars, the motorcycles that she loved so much and the house she had built to her liking, all that and more was sold so she could buy the best for her Mother. But it wasn't enough, moving back home to the res, into her Mother's house didn't offset the expense of her Mother's care.
Her Mother's doctor was an elf or a nymph, some kind of half breed of that nature but it wasn't that reason that she had paid for the woman to come out, it was because she was the best that there was and there would be nothing less for her Mother.
It was there that the trouble came. She ran out of money and the good doctor was threatening to leave. With nothing left to her she was forced to turn to outside help. She filled out credit cards and maxed them out within months, over and over she did this until her credit score was so trashed that credit card companies stopped sending her papers and started sending her people. Banks wouldn't loan her the money and there wasn't a credit union that would even listen to her. Elysia was stuck again in a hard place and once again was force to turn to outside help. The loan came in the form of darker nature then credit cards or even banks. These people were just as dark if not darker then the creatures that came out of the dark. They hand no faces and even worse no names but they were the only people who offered her help.
Elysia knew they smelled the weakness of her need, the desperation of her want. They were vultures circling but Elysia believed that her Mother would make it through and she would be able to pay all that she owed. The fact that they offered financial support in every way shape and form for only a favor should have been her first clue but she ignored the voice in her head and sighed the agreement.
They were true to their word and paid off all of Elysia's credit cards, they paid all her home bills and paid in full all her Mother's medical bills. On top of all that they funded her cost of life and gave her money to live off of. They paid for the food in her belly and the clothes on her back. It was like the saying went, it was too good to be true.
The day after her Mother died they visited. They were calling in their favor. Elysia was numb to their instructions. Their words were static and she nodded her head without really hearing their words. They spoke about her Power and how they were going to use it with the charm that would get them what they wanted. She didn't know what they were talking about. It was true she had some Power but she wasn't powerful, just a human with a tickling of magick.
As far as her Power went she could tell when someone was lying to her, felt the presence of any who had a touch of Power, healed quickly, was relatively stronger then most and got deathly sick with every storm. It wasn't much and she didn't see how her Power could be of use as she allowed them to take a drop of her blood and a single strand of her hair.
It was the stupidest thing she had ever done but her mind was too busy reeling with the loss of her world, her Mother to even muster up a voice loud enough to warn her.
It took the mysterious men three days to return. This time Elysia was aware of what was happening but it was already too late. They carried with them a necklace strung on braided rope, her raven strand twisted around the sandy white cord with a locket of her blood pressed between two thin plains of glass. She could feel the magick that surrounded the unimpressive tacky accessory yet her eyes burned with the double vision of its potency.
She didn't ask what it was, she didn't want to know and she was happy enough when they didn’t tell her.
"Wear this until it warms then follow it where it goes."
It seemed simple enough and she slipped the necklace over her head and felt nothing but the heavy weight of finely crafted Power. She had never been this close to something for powerful and Elysia couldn't help but wonder what it was doing to her as she wore it.
All week long it was cold and intrusive. The magick was a steady pounding in her head and as much as she tried to ignore it but it was like trying to ignore the sun, it was there and there was nothing you could do to stop it from being there. And then, it warmed.
Her family had gathered on this last night as they celebrated the life that her Mother had lived. Her Mother had been Lillian Johnson a Raven from the Sukteeneidi Clan of the Yeik Hit House, a powerful mystic woman. Her Mother was the strongest Power on the reservation. If the people she owed her favor to hoped that she had Power like her Mother they would be sorely disappointed.
"Nana, I have to go." Her Grandmother was confused but she nodded her head but not before she gripped Elysia's hand.
"Kuwanyauma." Her Native name was soft and both her grandparents said that she needed a soft name for what she was and would be. It wasn't in her to question her elders let alone elders in her family but she secretly hated her soft name and the questions that came with it being a necessity.
It looked like her Nana was going to say more but she just closed her mouth and squeezed Elysia's hand.
Elysia slipped out the back of the house and jumped the back fence. She didn't want to be asked questions because she did not and could not answer them. She didn't know what or where she was going or what she would do once she was there. Her stomach rolled and thunder was heard in the distance. Great. She sighed feeling a storm rising. Soon she would be sick and that's just was she needed on top of this pulsing tug that was coming from the locket around her neck. Thunder clapped overhead and lightning flashed. The storm was closer and her head started to build pressure.
Elysia remembered the first time she had heard the story from her Grandfather's side she was three and not quite old enough to know that there was too much truth in his storytelling.
"Creatures of the dark were the first to show their face, vampires claimed the lives of thousands..."
She loved the tale turned truth but her heart wasn't in it tonight. Today was the last day of mourning for her Mother's passing and she wasn't ready to give her up.
The last year was the hardest year of her life. Her entire life she had been as free of the wind and no one and nothing was able to tame her. A daredevil who pushed against every limit until she broke it, having yet come across one that broke her. It was a fast and crazy life with expensive fast cars and motorcycles built for speed. As a child she would climb the tallest tree in the forests of Washington State and sit content as she watched the eagles dance their mating dance of spring. Elysia would take every dare given her with a laugh and show her cousins that she feared nothing because nothing did.
She was so naive, so stupid. Her Mother got sick and everything changed. Dying from a sickness was slow and expensive. Elysia had sold everything she owned, all her fast expensive cars, the motorcycles that she loved so much and the house she had built to her liking, all that and more was sold so she could buy the best for her Mother. But it wasn't enough, moving back home to the res, into her Mother's house didn't offset the expense of her Mother's care.
Her Mother's doctor was an elf or a nymph, some kind of half breed of that nature but it wasn't that reason that she had paid for the woman to come out, it was because she was the best that there was and there would be nothing less for her Mother.
It was there that the trouble came. She ran out of money and the good doctor was threatening to leave. With nothing left to her she was forced to turn to outside help. She filled out credit cards and maxed them out within months, over and over she did this until her credit score was so trashed that credit card companies stopped sending her papers and started sending her people. Banks wouldn't loan her the money and there wasn't a credit union that would even listen to her. Elysia was stuck again in a hard place and once again was force to turn to outside help. The loan came in the form of darker nature then credit cards or even banks. These people were just as dark if not darker then the creatures that came out of the dark. They hand no faces and even worse no names but they were the only people who offered her help.
Elysia knew they smelled the weakness of her need, the desperation of her want. They were vultures circling but Elysia believed that her Mother would make it through and she would be able to pay all that she owed. The fact that they offered financial support in every way shape and form for only a favor should have been her first clue but she ignored the voice in her head and sighed the agreement.
They were true to their word and paid off all of Elysia's credit cards, they paid all her home bills and paid in full all her Mother's medical bills. On top of all that they funded her cost of life and gave her money to live off of. They paid for the food in her belly and the clothes on her back. It was like the saying went, it was too good to be true.
The day after her Mother died they visited. They were calling in their favor. Elysia was numb to their instructions. Their words were static and she nodded her head without really hearing their words. They spoke about her Power and how they were going to use it with the charm that would get them what they wanted. She didn't know what they were talking about. It was true she had some Power but she wasn't powerful, just a human with a tickling of magick.
As far as her Power went she could tell when someone was lying to her, felt the presence of any who had a touch of Power, healed quickly, was relatively stronger then most and got deathly sick with every storm. It wasn't much and she didn't see how her Power could be of use as she allowed them to take a drop of her blood and a single strand of her hair.
It was the stupidest thing she had ever done but her mind was too busy reeling with the loss of her world, her Mother to even muster up a voice loud enough to warn her.
It took the mysterious men three days to return. This time Elysia was aware of what was happening but it was already too late. They carried with them a necklace strung on braided rope, her raven strand twisted around the sandy white cord with a locket of her blood pressed between two thin plains of glass. She could feel the magick that surrounded the unimpressive tacky accessory yet her eyes burned with the double vision of its potency.
She didn't ask what it was, she didn't want to know and she was happy enough when they didn’t tell her.
"Wear this until it warms then follow it where it goes."
It seemed simple enough and she slipped the necklace over her head and felt nothing but the heavy weight of finely crafted Power. She had never been this close to something for powerful and Elysia couldn't help but wonder what it was doing to her as she wore it.
All week long it was cold and intrusive. The magick was a steady pounding in her head and as much as she tried to ignore it but it was like trying to ignore the sun, it was there and there was nothing you could do to stop it from being there. And then, it warmed.
Her family had gathered on this last night as they celebrated the life that her Mother had lived. Her Mother had been Lillian Johnson a Raven from the Sukteeneidi Clan of the Yeik Hit House, a powerful mystic woman. Her Mother was the strongest Power on the reservation. If the people she owed her favor to hoped that she had Power like her Mother they would be sorely disappointed.
"Nana, I have to go." Her Grandmother was confused but she nodded her head but not before she gripped Elysia's hand.
"Kuwanyauma." Her Native name was soft and both her grandparents said that she needed a soft name for what she was and would be. It wasn't in her to question her elders let alone elders in her family but she secretly hated her soft name and the questions that came with it being a necessity.
It looked like her Nana was going to say more but she just closed her mouth and squeezed Elysia's hand.
Elysia slipped out the back of the house and jumped the back fence. She didn't want to be asked questions because she did not and could not answer them. She didn't know what or where she was going or what she would do once she was there. Her stomach rolled and thunder was heard in the distance. Great. She sighed feeling a storm rising. Soon she would be sick and that's just was she needed on top of this pulsing tug that was coming from the locket around her neck. Thunder clapped overhead and lightning flashed. The storm was closer and her head started to build pressure.
