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Clanluna
Chapter 96: Obliviate
Harry Potter is owned by JK Rowling
Earth’s Children is owned by Jean Auel
“Wingardium Leviosa!” Mariza levitated the man who was Forcing the woman into the air. Once he was 6 cubits high, she suspended him from his leg with a “Levicorpus!”
The two men dropped the man they were holding. With a compound fracture of the thigh-bone and two dislocated shoulders, their victim could do nothing to shield himself as he fell on his face, breaking his nose. He just groaned from the pain.
The two attackers reached for their spears.
“Expeliamis!” shouted Mariza as she waved her wand and the man’s spear was knocked from his hands. The other was able to throw his. But Mariza was able to wave her wand and shout: “Augumenti!”
A jet of water shot from the tip of her wand, intercepting the spear in mid-flight and making it fall to the ground.
Mariza heard a ‘THUNK!’ and turned to see a spear had hit the man who had been holding the woman’s arms down. The spear in his hands clattered to the ground as he fell. Beyond him were 7 men armed with spears and spear-throwers. Deciding that they were on her side, Mariza turned back to the other two.
One was able to throw another spear, but the injured man had jostled him, spoiling his aim. His spear flew away in the wrong direction to hit Mariza. The other man was preparing to throw.
“Incarcerous!” shouted Mariza as she waved her wand. Ropes shot out of the end of it and tied him up.
“Petrific Totalis!” shouted Mariza, with another wand wave, disabling the other man.
“I never would have believed it if I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes!” said a man, in the Zelandonii language.
“When that old, crippled storyteller told his tales of Weeches doing magic by waving sticks and riding on the backs of magic horses called: unicorns, I never thought it could be true!” said another man.
“No, these ordinary horses, no unicorns,” replied Mariza.
A groan from the injured man and a whimper from the woman awakened her medicine woman training.
“not kill me horses or me mammoth,” asked Mariza, as she hopped down from Whinney’s back and ran to help the man. He had mousey brown hair caked in his own blood.
“Stupefy!” Mariza stunned him and turned to the men. “I need someone stronger than me to help with him.
“WHAT DID YOU DO?” demanded a blonde haired man who ran forward.
“Relax. Me only stunned him so he not feel the pain while me heal him,” said Mariza. “Me need you put you foot on his chest and pull on arm as me put it back in the socket.”
The man nodded and did as she said. Once his shoulders were back in their joints, Mariza put his hands on opposite shoulders and cast an:
“Incarcerous!” before explaining. “ ropes will hold his arms against his body so they can heal. Now get me a stick so me can splint his leg. When we get him to his cave, Me can vanish the bone and re-grow it.”
Once the leg was splinted, Mariza healed his broken nose with a brief:
“Episky!”
She then turned her attention to the woman. She’d been ignoring the woman’s whimpers that turned to screams every time one of the men came near her. But now that the more physically injured patient was out of danger, she needed to help her too.
Mariza tucked her wand behind her ear and crept towards the woman with her hands out. Now it was time for her clanluna training to come out.
“Easy . . . easy . . . me won’t hurt you,” said Mariza, as she came closer. “Me KNOW how bad hurts! Me in same place you are. Me been Force by man too. But Me not let they hurt you anymore.”
Mariza was now close enough to pull the woman into a hug. The woman squeezed her tightly and she sobbed uncontrollably. When she had finally quieted down, Mariza said in a quiet voice:
“ you want me to, me can make you forget this ever happened,” but if you brave enough, you could remember this day and tell you Leaders what these men did to you, so they will be punished. It to you. You want to forget, or punish them?”
The woman sqeezed Mariza tighter and sobbed: “I want to forget! I want to forget it ever happened! Oh Please, Doni help me forget what they did to me!”
“All right, all right,” said Mariza, quietly as she gently pushed the woman away and stood up before her. “But me have to warn you. Me not very good at this.”
“Just make it go away!” wimpered the woman.
Mariza closed her eyes and concentrated for a moment, then pointed her wand at the woman’s head:
“Obliviate!”
The woman’s eye’s glazed over for a moment. Then she smiled at Mariza and said:
“Oh, hello! I don’t believe we’ve met,” said the woman as she stood and offered her hands. “I am Lamara of the 19th Cave of the Zelandonii, daughter of Lanama, born to the hearth of Jocobin, Sister of Wilwarin and Milhasa.”
Mariza returned her greetings: “Me Mariza, Leader and one-who-serves-the-Mother of Hufflepuff Clan of Clanluna, daughter o Ayla, born to hearth o Zar, mated to Zurbgranaza, Đučaviča, Vezava and Đebotiča, mother o Zariz, Širiža and Vantha and friend to Horses, Whinney and Stomp and the Mammoth, Muta.
And now we need to take the prisoners to your leaders.
Incarcerus! Incarcerus! Finite incantum!”
Mariza made certain that all the attackers were tied before dropping the one she had hanging.
“Can you carry prisoners?” asked Mariza. “Me take injured man. Wingarium Leviosa!”
Swishing and flicking her wand, she gently levitated the injured man.
“She’s a Doni!” accused one of the men.
“No, me just Weech,” explained Mariza. “Is you cave nearby?”
“No,” said another man. “We were traveling to visit the Dupinii for the summer. The rest of us had gone hunting while Lamara and Trimec stayed here at our camp. When we heard the screams we came back.”
“You not know these men?” asked Mariza.
He shook his head.
“If there no cave nearby, me go have stay here long enough heal him,” said Mariza, reaching into her saddlebag to pull out the tipi and poles. Tossing them on the ground, she intoned:
“Enlargio!”
Once they were back to full size, Mariza tied three of the poles together.
“Wingardium Leviosa!”
Mariza levitated the tripod into place, then, the other poles were added and tied on.
“Incarcerous!”
Finally, she levitated the cover into place and pinned it. Stepping into the tipi, she summoned some firewood and used her wand to instantly start a fire. She then summoned and enlarged some sleeping furs and levitated her patient into the tipi. She quickly vanished the femur bone of his thigh and poured some skelegrow potion down his throat. She emerged from the tipi to find the seven men and one woman fearfully gathered together talking quietly.
“He have to stay night, but be fine in morning,” explained Mariza. “Would you like do formal introductions now?”
“You’re a Doni!” accused the man again.
Another, braver man, stepped forward and introduced himself as Brakulan.
Brakulan and Trimec were brothers. Wilwarin was Lamara’s brother. Jobadan, Lamalar, Thonovan, Folovin, and Trimadar were more distantly related to them. All of them were from the 19th cave of the Zelandonii. Brakulan was the trademaster who had heard of Weeches and Unicorns from an old storyteller. Folovin insisted she was a Doni. Trimec was mated to Lamara.
“No, I’m not.”
“Yes, you are,” explained Wilwarin. “You mated him last summer.”
“I think if I were mated, I would remember it,” said Lamara.
Mariza groaned and covered her face for a moment.
“This is my fault,” admitted Mariza. “Me try remove you memory of attack and now you not remember you mate. That reminds I. You need drink this potion for you internal injuries.”
“How did you know I hurt?” asked Lamara.
“Me saw you hurt,” replied Mariza. “You just not remember it.”
“Why not?” asked Lamara.
“Me made you forget,” said Mariza as she held up her wand. “You asked me to.”
“It was that bad?” asked Lamara.
Mariza and the others nodded. Looking around at the looks of their faces, Lamara nodded her acceptance and downed the contents of the small bladder with the leather stopper. She then took a deep breath, smiled and said:
“Wow! I feel better already!”
“So you think you help me take these men face your council o Leaders?” Mariza asked Brakulan.
“It’s a long way to our Summer Gathering,” mused Brakulan. “But it’s even longer to the Dupinii. If we turn back, we should be able to make it to the beginning of the Summer Gathering. After we’ve turned these hyena’s over to the Zeladonia, we can try again for the Dupinii. Maybe they’ll let us winter with them? But what do we do with them in the meantime?”
“I think I can handle that,” said Mariza, pulling her wand from behind her ear again.
The men regained their fearful looks as she stunned the prisoners, transfigured them into mice and put them in her saddle bag.
The Zelandonii men continued to be amazed as she enlarged food and cooked them a meal. Over dinner, she explained to them about her tame horses and mammoth and told them tale of her people. They, in turn told them about their people and the old crippled storyteller that sometimes tells stories of his travels to the East. Some of those stories were about the Clanluna. The storyteller had told fantastic tales of them that no one believed. Storys of magical Weeches, living hats, half-man/half horse creaturs, horses and purple reindeer with crumpled horns, intelligent flatheads, and the stunningly beautiful One-who-Serves but only speaks with her hands. Mariza was able to confirm that these tales were truth, not fantasy. That talked late into the night.
Mariza was the first to awaken in the morning. After emptying herself, she cooked a breakfast. People were just starting to rouse when she awakened her patient, Trimec. After canceling the ropes that were holding his arms still and seeing that his eyes were starting to flutter open, Mariza asked him:
“How do you feel?”
“Great!” said Trimec as he moved his arms to feel that his shoulders were so well healed that he couldn’t even tell he’d dislocated them. Feeling his leg, he looked up at her and exclaimed: “My leg! What happened to my leg?”
“You broke it-“ began Mariza.
“I know I broken it, I could see the bone sticking out!” exclaimed Trimec. “Why isn’t it still broken?”
“I vanished the bones and re-grew them,” explained Mariza.
“You’re a Doni!” exclaimed the shocked Trimec.
“Not again!” groaned Mariza, as she buried her face in her hands for a moment.
Over breakfast, Mariza and the others explained what all had happened. Trimec was accepting until they got to the worse part.
“What do you mean she doesn’t remember being mated to me?” demanded Trimec.
“I told them the idea was ridiculous,” agreed Lamara. “Everyone knows we can’t stand each other.”
“Lamara, what are you saying?” asked Trimec.
“Oh don’t you start too,” said Lamara, before turning to her brother. This isn’t funny anymore Wilwarin! Stop it!”
“Lamara, try to remember. You are my mate!” said Trimec, as he tried to hug her.
“Get your hands off me you wolf!” yelled Lamara.
Mariza (26) - Other, (Golden blonde hair, sky-blue eyes) Leader, Ayla’s daughter, Weech, , Đučaviča’s former 2nd mate. clanluna, redfoot, N: Cr,H,R,Div, Care prodigy (Stork totem)
------ 3 snowy owls (2)
------ Mammoth (2)
------ Whinney – Horse
------ Stomp – Horse
Clanluna
Chapter 96: Obliviate
Harry Potter is owned by JK Rowling
Earth’s Children is owned by Jean Auel
“Wingardium Leviosa!” Mariza levitated the man who was Forcing the woman into the air. Once he was 6 cubits high, she suspended him from his leg with a “Levicorpus!”
The two men dropped the man they were holding. With a compound fracture of the thigh-bone and two dislocated shoulders, their victim could do nothing to shield himself as he fell on his face, breaking his nose. He just groaned from the pain.
The two attackers reached for their spears.
“Expeliamis!” shouted Mariza as she waved her wand and the man’s spear was knocked from his hands. The other was able to throw his. But Mariza was able to wave her wand and shout: “Augumenti!”
A jet of water shot from the tip of her wand, intercepting the spear in mid-flight and making it fall to the ground.
Mariza heard a ‘THUNK!’ and turned to see a spear had hit the man who had been holding the woman’s arms down. The spear in his hands clattered to the ground as he fell. Beyond him were 7 men armed with spears and spear-throwers. Deciding that they were on her side, Mariza turned back to the other two.
One was able to throw another spear, but the injured man had jostled him, spoiling his aim. His spear flew away in the wrong direction to hit Mariza. The other man was preparing to throw.
“Incarcerous!” shouted Mariza as she waved her wand. Ropes shot out of the end of it and tied him up.
“Petrific Totalis!” shouted Mariza, with another wand wave, disabling the other man.
“I never would have believed it if I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes!” said a man, in the Zelandonii language.
“When that old, crippled storyteller told his tales of Weeches doing magic by waving sticks and riding on the backs of magic horses called: unicorns, I never thought it could be true!” said another man.
“No, these ordinary horses, no unicorns,” replied Mariza.
A groan from the injured man and a whimper from the woman awakened her medicine woman training.
“not kill me horses or me mammoth,” asked Mariza, as she hopped down from Whinney’s back and ran to help the man. He had mousey brown hair caked in his own blood.
“Stupefy!” Mariza stunned him and turned to the men. “I need someone stronger than me to help with him.
“WHAT DID YOU DO?” demanded a blonde haired man who ran forward.
“Relax. Me only stunned him so he not feel the pain while me heal him,” said Mariza. “Me need you put you foot on his chest and pull on arm as me put it back in the socket.”
The man nodded and did as she said. Once his shoulders were back in their joints, Mariza put his hands on opposite shoulders and cast an:
“Incarcerous!” before explaining. “ ropes will hold his arms against his body so they can heal. Now get me a stick so me can splint his leg. When we get him to his cave, Me can vanish the bone and re-grow it.”
Once the leg was splinted, Mariza healed his broken nose with a brief:
“Episky!”
She then turned her attention to the woman. She’d been ignoring the woman’s whimpers that turned to screams every time one of the men came near her. But now that the more physically injured patient was out of danger, she needed to help her too.
Mariza tucked her wand behind her ear and crept towards the woman with her hands out. Now it was time for her clanluna training to come out.
“Easy . . . easy . . . me won’t hurt you,” said Mariza, as she came closer. “Me KNOW how bad hurts! Me in same place you are. Me been Force by man too. But Me not let they hurt you anymore.”
Mariza was now close enough to pull the woman into a hug. The woman squeezed her tightly and she sobbed uncontrollably. When she had finally quieted down, Mariza said in a quiet voice:
“ you want me to, me can make you forget this ever happened,” but if you brave enough, you could remember this day and tell you Leaders what these men did to you, so they will be punished. It to you. You want to forget, or punish them?”
The woman sqeezed Mariza tighter and sobbed: “I want to forget! I want to forget it ever happened! Oh Please, Doni help me forget what they did to me!”
“All right, all right,” said Mariza, quietly as she gently pushed the woman away and stood up before her. “But me have to warn you. Me not very good at this.”
“Just make it go away!” wimpered the woman.
Mariza closed her eyes and concentrated for a moment, then pointed her wand at the woman’s head:
“Obliviate!”
The woman’s eye’s glazed over for a moment. Then she smiled at Mariza and said:
“Oh, hello! I don’t believe we’ve met,” said the woman as she stood and offered her hands. “I am Lamara of the 19th Cave of the Zelandonii, daughter of Lanama, born to the hearth of Jocobin, Sister of Wilwarin and Milhasa.”
Mariza returned her greetings: “Me Mariza, Leader and one-who-serves-the-Mother of Hufflepuff Clan of Clanluna, daughter o Ayla, born to hearth o Zar, mated to Zurbgranaza, Đučaviča, Vezava and Đebotiča, mother o Zariz, Širiža and Vantha and friend to Horses, Whinney and Stomp and the Mammoth, Muta.
And now we need to take the prisoners to your leaders.
Incarcerus! Incarcerus! Finite incantum!”
Mariza made certain that all the attackers were tied before dropping the one she had hanging.
“Can you carry prisoners?” asked Mariza. “Me take injured man. Wingarium Leviosa!”
Swishing and flicking her wand, she gently levitated the injured man.
“She’s a Doni!” accused one of the men.
“No, me just Weech,” explained Mariza. “Is you cave nearby?”
“No,” said another man. “We were traveling to visit the Dupinii for the summer. The rest of us had gone hunting while Lamara and Trimec stayed here at our camp. When we heard the screams we came back.”
“You not know these men?” asked Mariza.
He shook his head.
“If there no cave nearby, me go have stay here long enough heal him,” said Mariza, reaching into her saddlebag to pull out the tipi and poles. Tossing them on the ground, she intoned:
“Enlargio!”
Once they were back to full size, Mariza tied three of the poles together.
“Wingardium Leviosa!”
Mariza levitated the tripod into place, then, the other poles were added and tied on.
“Incarcerous!”
Finally, she levitated the cover into place and pinned it. Stepping into the tipi, she summoned some firewood and used her wand to instantly start a fire. She then summoned and enlarged some sleeping furs and levitated her patient into the tipi. She quickly vanished the femur bone of his thigh and poured some skelegrow potion down his throat. She emerged from the tipi to find the seven men and one woman fearfully gathered together talking quietly.
“He have to stay night, but be fine in morning,” explained Mariza. “Would you like do formal introductions now?”
“You’re a Doni!” accused the man again.
Another, braver man, stepped forward and introduced himself as Brakulan.
Brakulan and Trimec were brothers. Wilwarin was Lamara’s brother. Jobadan, Lamalar, Thonovan, Folovin, and Trimadar were more distantly related to them. All of them were from the 19th cave of the Zelandonii. Brakulan was the trademaster who had heard of Weeches and Unicorns from an old storyteller. Folovin insisted she was a Doni. Trimec was mated to Lamara.
“No, I’m not.”
“Yes, you are,” explained Wilwarin. “You mated him last summer.”
“I think if I were mated, I would remember it,” said Lamara.
Mariza groaned and covered her face for a moment.
“This is my fault,” admitted Mariza. “Me try remove you memory of attack and now you not remember you mate. That reminds I. You need drink this potion for you internal injuries.”
“How did you know I hurt?” asked Lamara.
“Me saw you hurt,” replied Mariza. “You just not remember it.”
“Why not?” asked Lamara.
“Me made you forget,” said Mariza as she held up her wand. “You asked me to.”
“It was that bad?” asked Lamara.
Mariza and the others nodded. Looking around at the looks of their faces, Lamara nodded her acceptance and downed the contents of the small bladder with the leather stopper. She then took a deep breath, smiled and said:
“Wow! I feel better already!”
“So you think you help me take these men face your council o Leaders?” Mariza asked Brakulan.
“It’s a long way to our Summer Gathering,” mused Brakulan. “But it’s even longer to the Dupinii. If we turn back, we should be able to make it to the beginning of the Summer Gathering. After we’ve turned these hyena’s over to the Zeladonia, we can try again for the Dupinii. Maybe they’ll let us winter with them? But what do we do with them in the meantime?”
“I think I can handle that,” said Mariza, pulling her wand from behind her ear again.
The men regained their fearful looks as she stunned the prisoners, transfigured them into mice and put them in her saddle bag.
The Zelandonii men continued to be amazed as she enlarged food and cooked them a meal. Over dinner, she explained to them about her tame horses and mammoth and told them tale of her people. They, in turn told them about their people and the old crippled storyteller that sometimes tells stories of his travels to the East. Some of those stories were about the Clanluna. The storyteller had told fantastic tales of them that no one believed. Storys of magical Weeches, living hats, half-man/half horse creaturs, horses and purple reindeer with crumpled horns, intelligent flatheads, and the stunningly beautiful One-who-Serves but only speaks with her hands. Mariza was able to confirm that these tales were truth, not fantasy. That talked late into the night.
Mariza was the first to awaken in the morning. After emptying herself, she cooked a breakfast. People were just starting to rouse when she awakened her patient, Trimec. After canceling the ropes that were holding his arms still and seeing that his eyes were starting to flutter open, Mariza asked him:
“How do you feel?”
“Great!” said Trimec as he moved his arms to feel that his shoulders were so well healed that he couldn’t even tell he’d dislocated them. Feeling his leg, he looked up at her and exclaimed: “My leg! What happened to my leg?”
“You broke it-“ began Mariza.
“I know I broken it, I could see the bone sticking out!” exclaimed Trimec. “Why isn’t it still broken?”
“I vanished the bones and re-grew them,” explained Mariza.
“You’re a Doni!” exclaimed the shocked Trimec.
“Not again!” groaned Mariza, as she buried her face in her hands for a moment.
Over breakfast, Mariza and the others explained what all had happened. Trimec was accepting until they got to the worse part.
“What do you mean she doesn’t remember being mated to me?” demanded Trimec.
“I told them the idea was ridiculous,” agreed Lamara. “Everyone knows we can’t stand each other.”
“Lamara, what are you saying?” asked Trimec.
“Oh don’t you start too,” said Lamara, before turning to her brother. This isn’t funny anymore Wilwarin! Stop it!”
“Lamara, try to remember. You are my mate!” said Trimec, as he tried to hug her.
“Get your hands off me you wolf!” yelled Lamara.
Mariza (26) - Other, (Golden blonde hair, sky-blue eyes) Leader, Ayla’s daughter, Weech, , Đučaviča’s former 2nd mate. clanluna, redfoot, N: Cr,H,R,Div, Care prodigy (Stork totem)
------ 3 snowy owls (2)
------ Mammoth (2)
------ Whinney – Horse
------ Stomp – Horse
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