Leads of Deception.

[Damon Inferel]

Um... I got an idea and I put it on paoer.

 

Chapters Intro through 2 for now...

 

Leads of Deception

 

Introduction

 

Many things were horrifying things and things of wonder. Astonishing and boring things I have seen them all. But one in particular was one I could have never imagined. My name is Fenris D ouvre and I am a well renowned elven bard. I am here to tell you of one of the most intriguing tales of lies and deception I have ever put into words.

 

It could not have been more than a century ago that Myaka Tetsumora, a sorceress from a foreign land, nearly brought this world to an end through her manipulation of a little girl. A little girl named Mia Wessef

 

Chapter One: A Mother Slain

 

I was but a youngster by elven standards at the time, twenty-seven if I recall, when I first met Mia s mother. She was a lovely person, especially for a human, her red hair always flowing gracefully behind her, and her violet eyes never holding any worry. I conversed with her on a regular basis, trading knowledge of the human world, as Myna was very intelligent, in exchange for a story or two. We were friends in most senses, but never lovers. Her husband had been travelling with the English military in an effort to defeat the French. Though I never understood how humans could show any spite for one another, I never brought it up.

 

It was a warm summer day, the hot breeze keeping the air dry around the village, when her husband returned claiming a victory. The first war of many to come had ended, and Myna Wessef, Mia s mother, had never been happier. The two spent countless hours, so I ve heard, making up for the five years they had been apart. Her husband did not seem too fond of me, perhaps because I look French myself, so I kept my distance from Myna for the most part. Nevertheless, they were both very happy.

 

I was never certain when, but in the time I spent away from Myna, she had become pregnant. I did not have to approach her to notice, as I had first thought she gained a large amount of weight. But, upon closer observation she frequently kept patting her womb, as if checking for something.

 

Four years past, Myna and her husband happier than I could ever think humans were capable of. The child, Mia, was a beautiful child, sharing all of her mother s features, including the violet eyes. The only trace of her father I could find in her was how narrow her eyes were all of the time. I took my opportunities when her husband went out to hunt to meet the child as she grew up. Though her eyes were always narrowed, she was an adoringly sweet child, and had a very good heart.

 

However, in the midst of the happiness, Myna s husband never came home from hunting one day. The town constables said they found his body mangled and charred, as if mauled by a furious bear and set ablaze for a crematory sacrifice. This devastated Myna to no end, and she fell into a state of depression that grew worse as time passed. Mia was too small to understand, and still continued to be as cheerful and light-hearted as always.

 

As Myna spiraled further and further into her darkness, more and more similar murders began drawing closer to her home. It was not long before the neighbor to Myna and myself was drawn out of his house, as if by compulsion, and stared at the waning moon with awe before he stabbed himself repeatedly in the chest. It was at that time that I noticed the moon had one more day before it would fade into blackness for the next day before it began to wax again. I had to get Mia and Myna out of there, which was not to be an easy task.

 

Frantically, I explained to Myna that she had to leave before she too was murdered as I packed her belongings. She never once objected to the packing job I was doing, but she refused to leave the place she had once felt happiness in. She told me that if she were to be murdered, she would die in the home of her beloved, and if she should leave, she would destroy herself anyway. It was at that moment that she stared at me, a glare that I will never forget, with watery eyes, so utterly deprived of light that they were all but voids. The violet in them had faded, and she seemed several years older than she was. With those eyes, she pleaded with me to take Mia away from her.

 

Mia and I left that night, the little girl s mother sitting in the center of an empty room, waiting for her doom. As we camped that night, my mind blacked out for a second, and the shriek of Myna could be heard from our fire as she was slain.

 

Chapter Two: The Fight with the Sorceress Myaka Tetsumora

 

Mia was sleeping quietly on the night the new moon came, our campfire the only light underneath the forest canopy. I held myself awake, devoting every bit of my energy to surveying the child. Sadly however, I drifted into a moment of slumber before I was drawn awake to the cold, unnatural blast of wind that came from the north, putting our fire out. I snapped awake, casting a darkvision spell on myself to look about. Mia was slumbering peacefully in the arms of Myaka, who I only knew at the time as an evil presence. I remember that well

 

Who are you?! I tried to shout, my tenor sounding like a small rodent at the presence of evil I felt. Put Mia down or I will be forced to kill you! I felt a little discouraged at my voice, especially as a bard, but I drew my bastard sword to the front of me, hoping that my shuddering was not noticeable.

 

This evil woman simply stood in front of me and laughed, her alto voice resonating no echo through the trees. I suppose I could oblige you with my name before I kill you. My name is Myaka Tetsumora from Japan. I foresaw the birth of this child many years ago, and I am taking her with me. That is enough talk. Lie down quietly and I will make your death swift.

 

I could see in nothing but black and white through the darkness, which made it difficult to discern when she moved, but I saw it nonetheless. I brought my blade to my left, grazing her arm as she raised her hand to prepare a spell. It appeared I did nothing more than please her as her eyes widened in ecstasy as the blood flowed down her slender arm. To this day, I never understood how she could revel in pain, but my thoughts only focused on that for a second during that time. That blow to her only told me cutting her would be ineffective, especially after she magically healed her wounds with a psychotic smile.

 

My sword fell to the ground, clattering loudly on the leaves left from the previous autumn. I drew my flute instead, hoping to cast deafness on her, but it was instantly whipped from my hand and held aloft for a moment before it splintered. The hope drained out of me at that moment, and I had no choice. If I were to ever save the child, I would need to live through this battle. I stepped backwards in fear, still quivering from the evil she radiated, and ran, swearing I would save Mia one day. Myaka never pursued me, but instead faded away behind me, not to be seen for two years.

Edited April 11, 2003 by Damon Inferel

[autumn_sun]

=blinks= WOOF!! I read the bit you gave me, but it got cut off, remember? I must say...I like this quite a bit, and you /have/ to continue! I sadly cannot seem to write anything on my own, as it is all fanfics. Ah well...You're good at this sort of thing, I want to see more! =gives you a giant bottle of mountain dew & scampers off into the pile of half attempted stories under her bed=