Tuesday, February 14, 2012

The Great Tree of Avalon: A Valentine's Day Gift for my Octaboona

This is for you Octa. I love you and cannot begin to tell you how much you mean to me.
I will do my best though everyday. I will love you forever!



This story takes place when Kallista is just 14 and has been taken under the care of Israel Elysium.



She sat with her back against the tree, it's rough bark solid and hard proved to be a needed support and comfort to her. Tears still lingered on her face, half dried from her run when she fled the great house. Fog had blinded her but she didn't notice the pain in her heart so great. Needing solace and a friend who would care, her flight lead her to this tall mysterious tree. Old and ancient it's tall heavy branches hung over her, shielding her.
Her long black hair splayed across the dark of the wood as she leaned back, blue eyes closed in dipair. Bruises covered her pale beautiful face and cuts lay bleeding on her delicate looking hand that had a secret strength.
Out from behind the mysterious tree, stepped a young man dressed royally in purple. Even though he was young, wisdom had taken root in his heart and his eyes shown with compassion.
“Young girl, why are you crying?” He asked gently but kept a respectful distance. “Why are you covered in wounds? A princess such as you should be treated only with care.”
At the sound of the most beautiful voice she had ever heard, the girl snapped awake and studied him carefully. But she could find no hint of threat. Only a soft gentle patience as the young man waited for an answer.
“I am no princess.” She replied carefully. “ I am just a pupil who is studying the martial arts. I am a ninja in training.”
His eyes widened in brief surprise and interest.
“I have heard of this fighting style.” He remarked. “It has been introduced to me and those who I serve by some foreign merchants from the far east. I find it most remarkable but it is to violent for me. How is it that a young girl should be allowed to practice such a trade?”
The girl stood up in one fluid motion, years of training having it's desired effects. Calmly she wiped the dirt of her uniform as she puzzled over his speech.
“You say you have only just heard of this fighting style? Strange.” She kept her voice neutral but was drawn to this man yet suspicious. “This is an ancient art that has been practiced by many around the world. I am one of the best.”
She raised her chin proudly, not to brag but to state what she had earned after discovering and building on her talent.
“Where are you from?” She did not mean to be rude. She was merely full of curiosity.
He saw the honesty of her question and could not help but smile as dawning of realization took hold and made him look at the tree again.
“Before I answer that, may I ask you what year it is and where this place is?”
“It's the year 2010 and we are in Ireland of course.” She answered puzzled.
He laughed delighted as he twirled gracefully under the tree, his hands opened wide. He spoke a word. Suddenly the tree was alive with a host of fireflies, their light bathing the tree in a magical glow.
“Do you not feel it?” He asked in rising excitement. “We are in a place of unlimited magic! We are standing under the Great Tree of Avalon!”
The young girl did feel it then. Her sadness leaving and the numbness ebbing away a warm sense of power took it's place, drifting through her like a gentle breeze.
“The Great Tree of Avalon ?”
She had heard of Avalon before. But many of Avalon legends and were lost to her. No one had ever taught her anything about it. She was mystified.
The man understood, though faintly disappointed in whoever instructed the girl. Somethings were never meant to be forgotten.
“The Great Tree of Avalon is one of the first trees ever created. It holds power and magic beyond anything anyone can imagine.” He begins as he stood still beside the tree, his hands folded behind his back wit ease.
The fireflies continued to dance and light up the space as the man in purple went on with his tale.
“This great tree can transcend time and space. In other words, it can be in one area in the world during one time period. Yet it also can appear in another part of the world in another time.” The man flashed her a smile. “Those who are lucky enough to stumble upon the tree when it makes it's appearance are often given gifts of great value. Once you have found the tree there is a bond that you share with it. You will be able to find it again.”
The girl nodded, fascinated with what she heard. Still she had many questions.
“I am telling you all this because firstly, You should know know about things of this nature. Secondly, you asked where I came from. Before I told you that, I needed to make sure you knew the incredible story of this great tree!” He paused and looked at the tree which now showed it was teaming with life and magic. Tiny creatures with wings like butterflies shyly peaked around from behind the leaves, eyeing the two strange beings below them.
“Faeries!” The girl cried delighted. “So beautiful!”
“Indeed they are.” The man agreed softly, giving the girl another scrupulous look. “They are common in the time period I am from.”
The girl found she was sad to hear the hint that he was from another time. She felt a pull towards him that she could not deny. It was something that begged to be looked into and explored. But if indeed what this man said was true, the probabilities of her seeing him again were slim.
“Where are you from then, and from what place?” She braved on looking down, pretending she didn't care.
He bowed gallantly before her and answered more then what she asked.
“I am Octaboona Ambrosius. I am currently serving the Pharaoh Akhenaten and his Egyptian Empire.”
She snapped her head up in surprise and looked at his wide eyed.
“But that was so long ago!” She gasped. “I was hoping you would be a bit more close to my time. Will I ever see you again?”
He laughed quietly finding himself charmed by this strange yet charming and beautiful warrior maiden. She was already so young. In his head he calculated how old he would have to be if he were fortunate enough to live till her time. 7 millennium.
It is possible. As I said before, once The Tree has revealed itself to you, it will show it's self again. There are many things that will remain a mystery about the Great Tree of Avalon. But this is one fact I know. It has been documented by some colleagues of mine.”
“Well, you are here now with me. Can you stay here in my time?” The girl asked.
No. I'm afraid that is one limitation of the tree. It's not really a time travel device.” Octaboona smiled. “While we are under the tree we are in a place free from time and space. But once we leave the tree, we are back in our time and environment from which we came.”
Then I hope I will find this place again.” The girl smiled for the first time in a while.
Will you do me the honor of telling me your name?” Octaboona smiled.
My name is Kallista Pendragon. I am fourteen years old and a student of several sorcerers residing in Elysium Manor.”
Kallista Pendragon.” Octaboona rolled the name on his tongue. “It is a beautiful name, a name of a princess. Are you sure you are not royal?”
“I would like to think so.” She smiled. “But to tell the truth, I don't know any thing about my family. My sister was the only family I have known and she is gone now.”
Octaboona moved towards her carefully not wanting to frighten her.
Is that why you were crying earlier?” He asked gently.
I was not crying!“ She turned a red angry face away, trying hard to look tough.
Octaboona sighed inwardly. Instructors in the martial arts had a nasty misguided habit of stripping away the humanity of their young pupils. It was considered weak to show signs of tears.
It was so very wrong. He hoped that this girl would never lose the heart she had.
Of course you were not crying.“ He bowed as he smiled. He would try to be a friend in whatever ways he could. “But if you would like to talk, I will listen.”
Kallista looked at him and saw he was sincere.
Thank you.” She nodded.
She took a deep breath and set down again. Octaboona set next to her and listened to a lonely young girl who was in the world on her own.
Later when Kallista left the beautiful tree, she felt much lighter in heart. Something else stirred there that she was not familiar with. It was a gentle but growing feeling that made her want to laugh then cry at the same time and be with Octaboona again.
At the edge of the tree's overhanging branches, she turned and waved goodbye once more. She would see him again. This she vowed. But as she ran back to Elysium manor, the tree disappeared and with it her memory faded then lay hidden in an undiscovered part of her mind.

Friday, February 10, 2012

FANFIC #..... I Forget. But it's the next one. Trust me.

It was a small weary group who arrived at Elysium Manor early in the evening. Only half of the original team rode silently in Israel's van. The others had stayed behind to give a report of all that transpired to the Irish Sanctuary. The only one missing was Bridget who everyone knew had gone hunting. No one wanted to think about that.

The frigid air surged through Kallista making her shiver even more as she stepped out of Israel’s van. Hesitantly she snuck a glance at her comrades but no one else seemed bothered about the growing chill in the air, each lost in his or her own thoughts. Even though it was close to December, the snows had not arrived yet. Still, the promise of snow lingered, posed to come at any moment. Kallista shivered again and pulled her once proud coat, now in tatters, closer to her. Taking a brief glance at Israel’s face she was not sure what was colder, the weather or his silent anger towards her. Sighing inwardly she knew she would soon hear all to well his anger at her disobeying his orders.

Grim faced at the disturbing events that had taken place at the village and the mysterious events similarly happening at various other places everyone trudged into the gleaming brightly lit foyer. Lucky Jack met them there and in silence helped everyone out of their jackets. When she got to Kallista however it was as if she was not there. Lucky swept by her without a word and began hanging up the coats that she had gathered.

In fact, no one talked to Kallista as they made their way to the first cozy room in sight that had a blazing fire glowing cheerfully in its hearth. All were quiet as they plunked down their weary bodies anywhere that was soft, not wanting to move ever again. That changed the moment the sweetest sound that anyone had heard in a while drifted down into their ears from above.

“Israel? Are you back yet?” Little Quinnera Elviana’s voice sounded with a quizzical eager ring.

Instantly everyone’s eyes brightened at the sound of the Manor’s youngest resident.

“Aha!” Leo cried out as he pulled out a lollipop. ”I have just the thing!”

Skylara and Nicolette groaned when they realized that they had forgotten to bring Quinn’s favorite treat.

“We are screwed.” Skylara said grimly to her friend.

“Indeed.” Was Nicolette’s sour faced reply.

Leo laughed in delight. “SCORE FOR ME!” He shouted as he headed towards the stairs.

“Wait!” Sarthacus interrupted. “I have a lollipop for Quinn too. Her FAVORITE lollipop to be exact.”

He looked smugly at Leo who saw for the first time that he had a grape lollipop in his hands, not a strawberry one.

Leo leaned silently against the wall, eyeballing Sarthacus as he walked towards him, on his way to the stairs, with a smug expression on his face. Just as Sarth passed by, Leo made his move and snatched the lollipop out of Sarthacus' hand.

Triumphantly he dashed for the stairs, holding the prized lollipop high.

“Oh, Quinn!' He called. “Your Uncle Sarthacus is coming!”

He made it only to the first step before he was tackled by Leo.

“That's MINE to give!” Leo grunted as he made an attempt to grab the lollipop from Sarthacus' flailing hand. “HEY! Give it back!”

Israel bowed his head and shook it at the antics of his so called professional comrades. Time and time a gain he was amazed his large home survived the visits of his over zealous colleagues.

Quinn stood at the top of the steps looking down with glee. Giggling she clapped her hands. It was always more fun in the big house when everyone was home.

A strong smell of the sea and of fish then Kallista was there brushing airily by them.

“Amateurs.” She muttered superiority. “The both of you have it wrong. What my Quinn likes best is not just any ordinary lollipop. But one that is from Hestia's Sweet Shop.”

Kallista made her way up the stairs to the wide eyed girl who looked on with anticipation, confident she would be enjoying plenty of Quinn hugs soon. Leo and Sarth made a desperate grab for Kallista's lollipop but she neatly sidestepped them and continued up the stairs.

Then a sudden burst of wind, a swirl of purple robes and Octaboona Ambrosius entered in the foyer. Behind him Pyro the young musician with flaming hair came in looking bored.

Striding confidently forward Octaboona took to the steps two at a time, spry for an old man. Smirking he passed the small rag tag group vying for Quinn's affection. In his hand he held a bouquet of Hestia's finest strawberry lollipops with a few purple roses tucked in. Kallista felt her jaw drop in disbelief and watched as her chances with Quinn were over. Quinn squealed and leaped into the old man's arms.

“Oh, Octaboona! You CAME!” She cried out joyfully in her little sweet voice.

“Only for you, Quinn.” He said as he hugged her.

Kallista eyed them both in a mild state of confusion.

“Wait. You KNOW him?” She asked Quinn in astonishment.

“Of course I know him, silly Kallie!” Quinn laughed. “Why would I hug a stranger?”

“Well, he DID have your favorite candy in his hands.” Kallista muttered then eyed Israel. “You know him too then?”

“Nothing gets by you does it Kallista?“ Israel sighed and poured himself a drink. “I'm a high ranking sanctuary official. It's my job to know people such as this.”

Israel turned and gave a dry look over to Octaboona then turned his gaze back to Kallista.

“We can talk about this later. Right now I need to talk to you about your actions during the last few days.”

“Umm, I have an apportionment!” Kallista gulped as she begin backing away.

“Oh REALLY?” Israel raised an eyebrow at her. “For what, Kallista?”
“Umm...tobuymoresocks!” Kallista couldn't think of anything else to say as she turned to flee from Israel's presence.

“Socks? REALLY?” Israel's exasperated voice followed her up the stairs. “Don't think I'm done with you Kallista!”

“It's best to face your problems now rather then run away.” Octaboona spoke quietly to her as she passed him on the stairs.

Kallista hesitated then stopped knowing he was right but not wanting to deal with it. Resting a hand on the bannister she fought with herself and to do what was right.

“OK. I'll talk with you Israel. But you should know I didn't run off just on a whim.” Kallista looked down at her friend sadly. “I met my brother and all I could think about was him and my family. I'm going to take a shower now. When I come back down I will talk.”

Israel walked wearily back into the living room where his friends all sat watching him uneasily.

“Brother or not you never should have ran off without checking.“ He murmured under his breath, dark thoughts directed towards this brother.

“Kallista has family living?” Nicolette broke the silence as she sat up in her chair, confused. “I thought they were all dead.”

“Me too.” Skylara nodded and looked to Israel.

Octaboona walked back into the room with Quinn on his back and Pyro followed looking around nervously, not liking being in an unfamiliar place.

“So we all thought when we first found Kallista a few years ago.” Israel said grimly as he moved to stand before the fireplace. “It troubles me that after all this time a family member steps forward only now.”

He stared at the flames for a few moments before speaking again. “So much is happening at once. Villages being destroyed, people disappearing, sightings of magical beings from another realm, the threats on Kallista's life, the Gathering of Nations for the International Magical Summit, and now her brother appearing. I've already checked into it once Florence called to alert me what was happening. It was just before our battle with the hounds of hell. He does check out.”

“Does not sound like a coincidence does it. “ Octaboona remarked mildly as he busied himself retying Quinn's purple ribbons.

“Kallista has been giving me nightmares.” Quinn spoke up frowning, her little forehead wrinkled with worry.

“What is this Quinn?” Concerned, Skylara got up and knelt before Quinn taking one of her little hands in her own.”Have you had some vision's again?”

Quinn nodded and bravely tried to keep from crying. “For a while now. It's always the same thing.”

“Is Bryony around ?“ Octaboona asked softly over Quinn's head as he hugged the little girl. “Her dreams have been getting more intense. I think it would help if Bryony were nearby for a while.”

Israel shook his head grimly. “She is off on assignment.”

“I can take over her mission Israel, if needed. “ Nicolette said as she got up from the couch. Israel agreed. “Great! Let me call her and give her the message.”

Halfway through her call, Nicolette was interrupted by a rambunctious greeting from a wild red haired lady.

“Oh WHERE is my darling Israel?” She yodeled through the great hall.

Israel stood transfixed and pale-faced at the sight that came before him. Dressed in a winter wedding gown all poofy with millions of rhinestones twinkling, she wore a matching veil that did nothing to hide her wild mane of hair. In her hand she held a bouquet of flowers.

“THERE you are my darling boy!” Happily she strolled into the room.

Then she stopped abruptly as she spotted Quinn and Octa.

“SPLENDID! All of my family are here We can have our wedding TODAY in the chapel, Israel!”

Hestia Honeysuckle paused only long enough to hug Quinn and Octaboona then sailed over to her intended.

Except he was not there anymore. Quinn could not stifle a giggle as Hestia swung her head left and right searching for her “groom”, completely missing him as he was down on all fours and scrambling from the couch to the hallway that led to the game room.

In fact no one could keep a straight face as Hestia spotted his tail end just disappearing around the corner.

“Oh! THERE you are!” Hestia called out happily and waved her little hankie as she hurried to catch up to her beloved. “Oh, Love! You are going the wrong way! The Chapel is the OTHER way!”

Lucky Jack grinned as she leaned against the wall, watching as her boss dashed back down the hallway again with his “bride” hot on his heels.

“Traitor!” He snapped, panicked as he passed her. “Why did you not TELL me she was here?”

Lucky shrugged smiling, unconcerned. Then she grinned wickedly and whispered loudly, just enough so only he could hear as he dashed up the stairs. “Why did you FORGET my birthday?”

“It was your birthday?” He stopped long enough with a bewildered expression only to get a shoe thrown at him a moment later.

“WOMEN!” He glared back rubbing his face then continued his accent to the second level, Hestia just having spotted him again.

Bad dreams momentarily forgotten, Quinn clapped her hands happily. “YAY!”

She hopped down off of Octaboona, grabbed a lollipop then dashed upstairs to follow the commotion giggling the whole way.

Hidden in the doorway of her room, Kallista watched satisfied as the small parade of people followed Hestia who was diligently searching for her groom.

“DAMMIT!” Israels' voice sounded from a distance away and the sound of something breaking followed.

Casually Kallista walked towards the overly excited Hestia then whispered in her ear when she was close enough.

“Israel has a hidden compartment in his sitting room, in the bar area.” Kallista spoke slyly as she slipped passed. “You will find  him hiding in there. Look for the little round button underneath the counter. It is the release botton for the door”

“Oh THANK you Kallista, dear.” Hestia gushed out. “And as promised, here is the gift certificate for my store.”

“Thank YOU, Hestia.” Kallista responded then added with a wink. “Don't forget about the Dignitary's Ball that is happening tomorrow night. Israel is required to be there and he does not have a date yet.”

Hestia's face lit up even more as she handed Kallista the certificate. Grinning smugly Kallista narrowed her eyes, dreams of showering Quinn with all sorts of candy including strawberry lollipops. She would show Octaboona how it was done!

Seeing as everyone was distracted she hurried down the stairs grabbing her coat on the way out. In her one hand was the certificate that she had earned. In her other hand was her echo stone. Armed with only these two items, she left the Mansion on a quest of her own.





Footsteps pounded unsteadily on the empty streets, the noise echoing eerily through the dark night. The feet, bare and bloody left a trail of where the hunted one had once been as wild blue green eyes marked with fear and madness searched desperately for an escape that was not there.

Trembling the young girl paused long enough from her flight to turn and look back down the the street. At first she saw nothing except the blankets of mist that drifted and obscured the surroundings. Even though she saw nothing, she knew they were there. They were coming. The oppressive presence of the evil bore down on her slender shoulders like a crushing weight. Clad only in a thin white shift, stained with blood she felt the chill of their presence rushing before them. Hopelessness filled the void that loomed before her as she wearily pushed the long sweaty damp strands of black hair from her face looking once more for a means of escape.

Silent houses lined the street and proved to be no source of help for the hunted girl. For as she went stumbling from one house to the other, pounding with bruised fists and crying out her plea for sanctuary, no one opened the doors of their home. No one wanted to invite the attention of the Wild Hunt on themselves. Wordlessly the inhabitants of the homes sat huddled together and hoped the sacrifice would leave them alone. In their thoughts they reasoned that the girl had brought it on herself. It was her fate to be taken by the dark faerie. Someone had to be taken. Why should it be them? They were the innocent ones. It was the girl who had brought this dread upon them all. Let HER be the sacrifice to rid them of this menace.

With a cry of despair when she saw that no one would help her, the girl continued to flee down the street towards the mansion that sat on the outskirts of town. It was her last hope.

Not a moment later the Wild Hunt appeared, their wicked cackling of delight only a mere distant echo of sound in the mortal ears who tossed and turned fitfully in their sleep, unaware of the unholy ancient power that raced by. But for those with magic in their blood, they heard every gleeful scream the unholy ones howled at the doomed girl. Terrible in their beauty and might, the cruel smiling faces of the dark faerie blurred past the homes of both mortal and magician alike. The few who braved a peek from a window to see the sight of the unholy as they rode by would never forget, hearts chilled forever at the memory.

The girl reached the gates of Elysium Manor but found them closed and barred against entry. Crying out in despair she shook the gates franticly. But the heavy gates were spelled shut and locked tight against her.

Inside the darkened mansion Israel sat stiff in his chair, stoney faced at the plight of the one at his gates.

Surrounding him were is friends and fellow comrades who's faces mirrored his own. No one moved even as they sensed the dark forces of the faerie descended upon the girl.

Her fate set, she turned to face the horde with a look of horror and doom , her back pressed hard against the gates, still hoping for that one chance to be saved. For a brief pause the dark faerie stood before her, drawing out every last bit of anguish from the girl and fed upon it. Then as one they fell upon her. Feeble arms raised uselessly as the girl sank unto the minions of the Wild Hunt. Her final screams rang out, tortured. Then that sound fades and the girl and the Wild Hunt disappeared. All was as it had been before. With the heavy dreaded oppression gone, Israel relaxed a bit.

“It is done.” He stated. “Now onto the next problem.”

All eyes turned to the sword that sat forlorn in the corner. Kallista's sword. Hatred built up in him fiercely. Never had he hated something as he did that sword. It was what had started the beginning of the end.

There was blackness then Israel woke up with a start. The remnants of the dream staying with him, weighing him down heavily. The sword. Kallista. He did not recognize the sword. A sound to his right gave him pause and he turned to see Quinn standing there in her nightgown with tears in her eyes. He knew then without a shadow of a doubt it was no dream he had seen, but the future.
“I had that nightmare again.” Quinn sobbed as she ran into his arms.

He held onto her tightly knowing that somehow he had seen the same dark vision little Quinn had been haunted with for the last few nights.

“Damn Kallista.” He muttered. “What have you done?”

Thursday, February 9, 2012

Vienna Fable part 3


Skullduggery Pleasant lead her to a middle aged judge who sat waiting for her in a private room. His face was somber but not unkind. Vienna looked on in surprise as the skeleton detective took off the handcuffs.
“It was just protocol.” He said with a shrug. Then he added as he turned to face the judge. “Besides, it’s not like you can go anywhere. There are cleavers waiting outside.”
Vienna shuddered but she never had plans to do anything rash anyways.
“Vienna Fable, DO you know why you are here?” The Judge begin as he shifted through papers. His name was Theodore Winslow. It was a nice name.
“I am here for trying to see my child, your Honor.” She spoke respectably but firmly back.
“You trespassed on another person’s property, Miss Fable.” Judge Winslow raised his eyebrows at her. “But that is not why you are here.”
The uncertainty of her situation began to weigh heavily on her and she swayed from lack of food and sleep.
With a look of alarm Skullduggery caught her as she fell and eased her into a chair. Both Skullduggery and the judge looked at each other with the same thought. Could it be that she was not the threat they had first thought her to be?
Judge Winslow weighted till Vienna was focused again then continued quickly.
“You have been brought to me instead of to our sanctuary as was first ordered. You can thank Detective Pleasant for that.” He nodded to the detective. “It would not have gone well for you if you had been brought before the council.”
I don’t understand!” Vienna cried out puzzled, alarmed by the seriousness that she could sense underneath the surface of the conversation.
“For the last several weeks reports from many in our community gave reports that a new powerful sorcerer was in the area, someone who could compel them to do something outside of their will.”
The judge was looking at her as if expecting a confession. She shook her head bewildered.
“I have no idea what is happening. What has this to do with me?”
Skullduggery stepped in then with a respectful nod to the judge.
“If you would allow me, you’re Honor. I could help to ah….clarify what you are getting at.”
“Go ahead.” Judge Winslow nodded.
“There has been a new magic felt among all the citizens of this area that only those with magic can hear and feel.” Skullduggery explained smoothly. “It is a deep magic that has not been around for a long time. It rides on the voice carried by the wind. We traced this magic to you Miss Fable.”
He paused to look at her.
“But I don’t understand!“ she protested. “All I have done was sing to my child.”
Again the two man exchanged looks and Vienna felt uncomfortable.
“How long have you been able to do magic, Miss Fable?” The judge asked.
“I first felt it a little over nine months ago.” She answered truthfully. “But I didn’t really see anything visible till the first night I snuck back to see my child.”
“I ask because it seems to me that you are not aware of the effects of your magic. You have the power to use your voice to compel people to do what ever you desire them to do. They lose all control as you take over.”
“I never meant to!” Vienna cried out in alarm. “What happened to these people?”
”Some of them felt compelled to sleep while attending dinner. Others, mostly husbands felt compelled to act benevolently towards their spouses.”
“Nothing wrong with that.” She grumbled.
“No. Except the fact it was not their choice to do so.” Skullduggery interjected.
“Such magic is unauthorized by the sanctuary to use, Miss Fable. But I don’t believe you meant any harm.” The Judge told her.” But the fact remains that you did use it and the Sanctuary council demands that a judgment be made.”
Vienna listened fearfully but lifted her chin determinedly. “I will NEVER stop seeing my child!”
“I, Judge Theodore Winslow do hereby proclaim Miss Vienna Fable guilty of using magic without the permission of the Irish Sanctuary. Her sentence will be work release in favor of jail. She is assigned to work at the bookstore, The Broken Spine under the direction of Niall Montblanc.”
The judge hammered down his mallet then gut up abruptly.
“Good luck Miss Fable. I expect to see you here one month from today to see how your progress is coming along.”
“Progress?” She muttered as she stood while the Judge left the room.
Skullduggery gestured towards the door.  “If you would, please step outside and wait for your ride.”
Bemused she moved to follow his orders. She did not get very far when a tall figure entered in with great hast.
“Wait!” he spoke panicked then stopped when he saw the Judge had already left. “Dammit. I’m too late!”
But then he paused and looked intently in her eyes even as Skullduggery spoke.
”Relax Elysium. Do you really think I would let her go to jail?” The detective coked his head as he looked at his young friend. “Why do you think I called you in the first place?”
“What do you mean?” Vienna wrapped her arms around herself for comfort.
”You are coming with me.” The man, Elysium spoke gruffly as he turned away slightly, suddenly a little bashful. “I have a place where you can stay. Many others with magical abilities reside there as well. I had one of my staff, Lucky Jack prepare you a room today.”
“But I don’t even know you.” She shook her head in wonder at the situation that seemed too good to be true.
“Me?” He looked startled at the thought that not everyone knew him. “Why, I’m Israel Elysium, your new best friend!”

Vienna Fable part 2


Sitting in the small jail cell was not the worst thing that had ever happened to Vienna Fable.  No, indeed she had already lived through the worst moments in her life.
The jail cell was more of a pleasant shelter for her; better then she had the last few weeks.
Recalling those weeks made her wince. But as she had nothing better to do while waiting to hear what her fate would be, she let the memories come. They flooded over her, vivid in every detail as if she was living through them again.
She could still remember the day she fled from her home in tears. Her family, prominent in both the magical world and the mortal world considered her an outcast, the black sheep of the family because she held no magic. Bearing under the constant disapproval and growing hate of her relatives had left her weak and in despair. At the tender age of seventeen she had fled from her ancestral home, unable to bear the burden of her shame. A period of darkness descended over her for several years as she shed her identity and took up a new taken name.  Burying the old one she was able to gather up enough strength to look for a job. One thing that she had going for her was her looks. Hired on at a bakery she found a craft that best suited her. Trained in the art of creating delicious edible works of art, the cakes she made began to gain renown. It was during that time she had meet HIM.
Meeting Bill Sutherland had seemed like the best thing that could ever happen to her. His smile was so sweet and gentle, something she was not familiar with but found she enjoyed.
Charm is a deceitful thing. It can be used by anyone no matter the gender, age, or social standing. Falling for his charm had led her to her greatest downfall, but had also brought her the greatest joy.
Even now thoughts of her little Ophelia warmed her and brought a smile to her weary face. Even the pains of birth did not dampen her joy. She would have gone through anything for this gift from heaven.
From the first moment she had sensed signs of life from deep within her, she had felt also the stirrings of a magic bubbling up and forth like a powerful force yet gentle as well. This she kept to herself as she lived with the contempt of a mother in law who despised the young upstart that threatened her family heritage of privilege. The joy of expecting a child carried her through the disillusionments of married life. Everyday she would whispers words of reassuring love to her child.
When the labor pains came, she found she could smile ever through the agony. Unlike other mothers going through labor, her delivery was short. But that also made the pain more intense for it never let up.
The attending doctor had been the only one kind to her as she screamed in pain and fought down the bile that rose up inside her.
Speaking firmly but gently he and the nurse kept on eye on her progress telling her to resist the urge to push. It was not yet time.  When the time came to push, she put all her focus into it. Sharp pain ripped her apart and she screamed.
“Stop pushing.” The doctor had instructed while keeping a calm voice. But she watched him closely through pain filled watery eyes.
Frantic the doctor and nurse busied themselves with tools to perform an episiotomy. He explained calmly what he was going to do. She nodded. Whatever it took to get her child out safely.
He cut then told her to push again. She did and screamed as she ripped apart all the way.  Her child was whisked away by the nurse as the doctor worked quickly to repair her. Arms aching to hold her child she waited patiently for the nurse to finish cleaning off the infant.
But that never happened. Star Sutherland came in and took one cold look at the child.
“It’s a girl.” She said with voice dripping in disdain.
Bill had followed his mother in and a look of pure disappointment fell across his noble face.
The two begin talking in loud whispers. She could hear every word.
“Bill, you know what you have to do now.” Star looked at her son. “Having a male child was your last chance of becoming the heir of your father’s fortune.”
Bill looked frustrated and upset. “What do you want me to do mother?”
Star cast a cold glance back at Vienna who lay there helpless and weak.
“You must get rid of her. It is your only chance. Your father lies in his bed and even now is writing to change the will.” Star spoke smoothly her voice cold. “You must remarry from our own kind or else our family fortune will go to your cousin Richard.”
”Dash it all!” Bill had seethed. But not about getting rid of his wife. The thought of his rival cousin getting what belonged rightfully to him was more then he could handle. “Fine. We get rid of the girl. But what of the child?”
“Oh, we will keep the child.” Star smiled. “We are not without heart after all and she does have some Sutherland blood in her. There is hope for her yet.”
Only the doctor had protested the removal of the young mother from her bed, her wounds just having been stitched up.  But his mild protests fell on deaf ears.
Vienna Fable was tossed out into the streets with no place to go. At first she had felt nothing as she has stumbled away in a daze. But then later as she huddled in a dark alley way shivering, the shocking numbness wore off to be replaced by a burning humiliation and the NEED to get back to her child. Desperation had pushed back the pain and weariness that plagued her. With luck that seemed rare to her, she had found some old close strung on a clothing line, rejected by the owner. Snatching the items from the line, she quickly put on the faded ripped sweatpants and sweatshirt. Regretfully she had not found anything for her feel. But it did not matter much to her as she went forthwith a set purpose in her heart and mind. Nothing would keep her from her daughter.
A clanging noise brought her back to the present, back to the little cell that housed her.
Bleary eyed she looked up to see the Skeleton detective. He had opened up her cell door.
“Come with me.” He said curtly. “The judge is waiting to see you.”

Wednesday, February 8, 2012

Vienna Fable

*Please note this is a side fanfic of the SP world. It introduced a new oc of mine. So new her BIO is not set up yet. Soon though I will do a Bio on her.


In a picturesque spot where mansions lined the street, one building rose majestic above the others. It's front lawns well manicured with lush gardens and spectacular fountains drew admiring glances of those passing by. Colors blazed across the splendid home, a reflection of the sinking sun. All was quiet as dusk descended. Streetlights began to turn on. The warm lights glowing, illuminating the brick street damp from an earlier rainfall. It provided an extra magical aura, enchanting the eye who whoever was lucky enough to be nearby.

Then breaking the sweet silence came a noise dreadful and alarming. Angry cries erupted from the Sutherland House as the grand double doors burst open and a young woman was dragged out. The man who grasped her cruelly by her soft upper arm was none other then Bill Sutherland himself. The young heir to the family fortune he was clever, ruthless, and always got his way.

“Please!” The young woman sobbed and screamed. “Don't do this! Don't take my child from me!”

Lady Star Sutherland looked down with disdain at the pitiful figure of her former daughter in law.

“Hurry and be rid of this creature.” She urged her son, tight lipped. “She is making a fuss and drawing unwanted attention.”

“The child is no longer yours.” Bill said mildly, his face a mask of untroubled steel. “You are no longer needed. Now go before I have you tossed into jail.”

“But I'm your WIFE!” She cried, tears pouring from her tired eyes. “ I just gave birth to our child! How could you do this to me?”

“You WERE my wife.” He sneered at her as he tossed her the rest of the way out.”You stopped being my wife approximately three minutes and forty two seconds ago.”

He motioned back behind him towards a tall man, his lawyer who watched the proceedings unconcerned.

”You now have two minutes to get off my property or else you will find yourself arrested.” Bill nodded and looked over her head beyond her. Frightened she turned to see a cop car sitting outside the gates, waiting to take her away if she did not comply.

Stumbling to her feet she swayed with exhaustion, her legs still trembling after just giving birth. Wearing only a thin dress as a covering she wrapped her slender arms around herself against the cold and stumbled down the regal steps of the mansion then down the driveway. Teeth chattering more in shock then the cold she passed by the hard unyielding policeman who watched her reproachfully. Out of sight she walked, her long honey colored hair, still soaked with sweat from a long and difficult labor, waved harshly in the wind.

Later that night when all was silent and the memories of that disgraceful girl were long put out of everyone's mind, a figure crept over the wall. Clumsily but determinedly the dark figure darted across the lawn. Even fatigue could not sway the heart of a mother who longed for her baby.

Stealthy she climbed the trellis that lead up to where the nursery was. Silent she watched as the wet nurse did her job coldly. The mother sighed and hugged herself to stop the ach from the act of nature that was denied. No song was sung to the infant so tender by the stranger holding the baby. Once finished the tiny infant girl was placed in her bassinet and the wet nurse left, deaf to the pitiful little cries.

From the window the young mother softly sang, and a magic deeper then anything responded to her heart. A veil of protection and comfort descended around the child quieting the sad cry.

The mother looked on the child she had not been able to name or even hold. Alice Sabrina Sutherland. It was a pretty name. But not the most important name. The mother smiled and once more drew on a deep magic as she whispered the words.

“I, Vienna Fable give to my daughter her taken name till she can choose for herself. From this day forward, her name will be Ophelia Fable.”

Night after night she managed to sneak back into the yard, using magic to hide her presence. The routine was always the same. By the window she would sing once the wet nurse was gone. Her arms and body ached to hold her child.

But then one stormy night everything was different. A tall skinny man dressed in a trench-coat barred her way.

Lightning flashed to reveal a skeletal face and fear griped her heart. She knew who this was.

“Detective Pleasant,.” She nodded respectfully but stuck out her chin determinedly. “Are you here to arrest me?”

“Well, you are trespassing.” He said mildly as he studied her. “If you come along quietly I will not have to use handcuffs.”

For a moment she hesitated then she turned to dash for the wall that kept her from her daughter. A girl came out of the shadows then and elbowed Vienna sharply in her soft belly. With her air knocked out of her Vienna fell to the pavement in pain.

“Big mistake.” Valkyrie said and she looked down at the writhing young women. “Now you will have to be handcuffed."

With out another word Skulduggery hand cuffed Vienna then hauled her up and led her away.