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CL118
Clanluna

Chapter 118: Family re-union

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(Something is wrong) thought Gaea. She’d had this feeling for several days. But she couldn’t put her finger on what it was. When she spotted Nestorheusylvanus emerging from his tipi, levitating the night basket behind him on his way to the trench, she realized he was hiding something. Why would he be emptying the night basket in the middle of the day? Gaea strode over to the tipi the weez-ur shared with several of the other young men and lifted the flap.

Kreonarcicusarpedon, Priamdaseus, Proteusargonestor, and Herionestor were inside in various states of undress, along with a nude woman. The whole tipi reeked heavily of bouza, vomit and Pleasures. Herionestor was currently Relieving his need in the woman, heedless of the fact that she was currently unconscious. Nothing unusual about the scene. Even since she’d lifted the Sungaea ban on alcohol, she’d seen this scene repeated countless times. One or more of her priests would give a woman enough bouza to lower her inhibitions and lure her back to his tipi. Once she’d drunk too much to resist, he’d invite his friends to Share her too. Often the woman in question had drank so much bouza she didn’t even remember the encounter. Now that the oldest weez-urs had become men the year before, they’d adopted the same practice as her priests. She imagined that the weez-urs a year younger than them would start doing this at the Summer Meeting this year . . . . so why did they look so guilty? Gaea took a closer look at the woman. Suddenly, she recognized her!

“You Fools! You’ve spoiled everything! I wasn’t ready yet!” screamed Gaea before drawing her wand and expelling Herionestor from her so forcefully that the tipi toppled over.

Gaea levitated the woman across the Camp to her own tipi and stuck her head inside.

“Clean her up!” commanded Gaea to her daughters.

“Yes Goddess,” replied her 9-year-old daughter Indirariadnerthythsa.

The other girls were dumbfounded. They had never been asked to do this before, usually the Priestesses or the cave-elves did such duties.

A few minutes later, the cave-elf: Circeoniobe stepped into the tipi to help them.


Abraxas Clan’s Cave


Knowing that time was limited, Gaea had quickly inventoried her potions, packed and gathered together the weez-urs. She had 49 of them who had finished their magical educations. 137 more were a year behind them. There were even more in the lower years. These days, the Dragon Camp heavily taxed the other Camps to support training their sons in magic. Gaea gave several portkeys to the 4th year students, set to make them appear outside the cave. Their orders were to catch anyone who tried to escape.


Gaea, Artemiseleneris, and the 49 fully trained weez-urs had a portkey set to bring them inside of the cave. They waited until midnight to strike. Gaea’s group activated their portkey first. Gaea and her daughter had their wands out as they traveled and the were prepared to carry out their orders to stun everyone on sight.

Gaea was a bit disoriented when they first appeared. She didn’t expect to appear under a night sky. She had warned the weez-urs that they might face cave Bears, but she didn’t expect the blink-dogs that erupted in barking at their appearance. But the weez-urs, had few preconceptions about what they would find and started throwing stunners as soon as they appeared. Very quickly the blink-dogs were silenced and the people were down. There were only two exceptions. . . . Zeen had quickly woken and was currently dueling Gaea, while Artemiseleneris was keeping Luna busy. When Mara/Gaea had been their student, she had been so good at Defense Against the Dark Arts that she had to practice dueling with both Luna and Zeen. And even then, she would eventually, always win. Now, caught by surprise and hard pressed. Zeen was using his strength, the one form of magic he was best at, Charms. He just stood there as he rapid fire cast Shield charms and summoned objects to block Gaea’s curses, hexes and jinxes, while casting back Charms to try to disable her. Gaea’s approach was more eclectic as she dodged, weaved, Shielded, transfigured and apparated to avoid Zeen’s spells, while barraging him with curses, hexes and jinxes.

Luna managed to stun Artemiseleneris, and now Gaea was dueling both of them at once. A swarm of bees erupted from Gaea’s wand, distracting Zeen long enough for her to apparate behind him and stun him. Now she was alone against her mother, Luna.

“Mara, you don’t have to be this!” pleaded Luna “Just stop. Please don’t make me stop you!”

“Never!” cried Gaea and she sent a fire blast curse at Luna, rolled to the side to dodge Luna’s stunner, came back on her feet as Luna dropped to the ground to avoid being incinerated, and Stunned her. The battle was over.

Gaea looked around, noticing the ribbons of smoke leading from the hearth fires to the central fire and out, and the ribbon of smoke going further into the cave.

“There’s more people, deeper in the cave. Get them!” commanded Gaea to her weez-urs.
None of the people in the other chambers were able to make a stand against disillusioned weez-urs wielding silent, wand-less magic, who meant them harm. In quick order Luna’s entire Abraxas Clan was pacified.

“Go to each hearth and try to summon a wand. If you don’t find one kill the adults and re-stun the children. If you do find one, re-stun everyone.” commanded Gaea.

In the 1st chamber, the only hearths not to have a wand were those of Droog, Groob and Groud. And so Groog the toolmaker, son of Aga was killed along with his mates Eva, daughter of Ena and her sister, Brena, daughter of Ena. Groog’s mother had been a member of Brun’s clan long ago. And Eva had been a small child when her parents met members of Luna’s Clan when they hunted to see if they could keep this cave. Groob had the appearance of a man of 88 years and had only been kept alive this long by Ayla’s healing magic.

Also summarily executed where Droog, son of Eva, named for Aga’s mate, and his mates: Vorva, daughter of Uva and Orga, daughter of Ona.

Groud, son of Igra was also killed, along with his mate, Ebra, daughter of Uva.

Then, in the 2nd chamber, they killed Booven, son of Ugra and his mate, Vreva, daughter of Vorva. She had originally been Groom’s mate, but they had broken up because she was not Clan enough for Ceban’s future Clan.

Several muggle couples got a reprieve because they had adopted a Weez-ur from another clan into their Hearth.

Once this was done, Gaea went to each person, and gave them a dose of the Draught of Living Death from a skin she carried with her. The weez-urs couldn’t be trusted with such a delicate task. A form of healing charm forced the stunned prisoners to drink. Once this was accomplished, Gaea awakened her stunned daughter, Artemiseleneris, with an Enervation Charm.

“Pathetic . . .” sneered Gaea, as she looked down on the fallen form of her daughter. “When I was your age I could already beat both of them them together! And you can’t handle a false goddess like her? What kind of Goddess are you? . . . Well, pick yourself up. I want you and the 4th year weez-urs to shrink down all these people and take them back to the camp. Use this portkey. I’m going to take the rest of the weez-urs and get the other two caves. If I hurry, we can get them all tonight.”

“Yes Gaea,” replied Artemiseleneris, as she scrambled to her feet.

Gaea gathered all 49 of her fully trained weez-urs and portkeyed to the home Cave of the Đumbleđore član, where they repeated this. Like with Luna’s Abraxas Clan, if a Hearth had wand that could be summoned from it. the adults weren’t all summarily executed.

And so Đalibor, Leader of the Đűmbleđore član of the Članlűna died, along with his mates: Krstulović and Čović. Krstulović, daughter of Đuča had been training to be a Đana (One who Serves the Mother) when her people were discovered by the Luna. She volunteered to be taken back to Luna’s people as a slave, to atone for her people’s mistreatment of the women of the Clanluna. When she discovered that she had only been invited for the Clanluna Summer Gathering, Krstulović stayed on to apprentice under Iga The Clanluna. She became the 1st clanluna for her people, filling the roles of both Priestess and Healer. She taught her vocation to all her daughters including Mariza’s mate, Đučaviča, Zariz’ redfoot, Anđromeđanaea, and Zariz’ mate, Đelđuma.
Čović had been born into the Harvatišaranna. When she was a child, the men of her people were all killed and she was made a slave of the Đana, the One-who-Serves-the-Mother for her captors. When the Luna freed her, she mated Žarda, and later, Đalibor.

Vođanović and his mate Šimiča were killed, as were
Mihović and his mates: Šimarva, daughter of Harva and Ayla, daughter of Željka. Rađlibar, son of Radačić died with his mates: Đihovilo, daughter of Đović and Đeča, daughter of Đuča.
And finally, Jonđolar, son of Huža was killed with his mate: Đeđiča, daughter and acolyte of Krstulović.

There was still time before dawn for Gaea and her weez-urs to raid the Everarđ član. The Everarđ član had hived off of the Đumbleđore član many years ago. Many of their founding members remembered being Harvatišarannaa. So the Everarđs had made an effort to make the Harvatišaranna language, the Everarđ language. In spite of this, everyone in the član could also speak the Đumbleđore language. Early in their history, they had nearly been wiped out by a horde of cannibal women. Now they were about to face that fate again.

Once again. Gaea caught a član unawares and once they had been subdued, the executions began.

Radošević, Leader of the Everarđ član was the first to die, along with his mates Hvarđa and Điškovič. Hvarđa had been one of the Harvatišarannaa as a girl. Her mother had been the Hrda, the One-who-Serves-the-Mother for her people. Hvarđa had been a slave of Mihovilović before being freed by Luna and mating Radošević. She had followed in her mother’s footsteps and become the Everarđ član’s članluna. Điškovič, daughter of joković had been mated to Ružican before Radošević.

Next, Skejić and his mates Huža and Đoković were killed. Huža, born to the Harvatišarannaa had been enslaved to Ružićain. When she was freed by Luna, she mated Miškpvić, and later Skejić. Đoković hand been mated to Nikolić before Skejić.
Ružić, son of Jukić was killed along with his mates: Groobiča, daughter of Huža and Nežžie the članluna, daughter of Hvarđa.
Niković, son of Đoković died, with his mates: Đejič, daughter of Đukiča and Ođa, who had been adopted from a Clan.
And finally Đivič son of Đanava died with his mates: Grabiča daughter of Điškovič and Roobva, daughter of Groobviča.

It was dawn by the time Gaea and her weez-urs returned to the camp. All the shrunken members of the three clans of the Clanluna where enlarged and stacked like firewood. The Draught of Living Death would keep them that way for years. Gaea then ordered the weez-urs sleep and Artemiseleneris confined to her own tipi.


After a few hours sleep, Gaea awoke refreshed and was ready for her performance. She ordered several posts to be placed in a row standing upright half buried in the ground. Each post was as big around as a man and stuck out of the ground a cubit taller than the tallest man. Magic speeded the hole digging and placement of the posts. All of the captives had been surprised in the middle of the night, and Gaea made no effort the dress them. Luna was tied naked to a post with normal ropes, before and Encarcerus Charm was cast, binding her to the post. followed with a full body bind so that she would only be able to move her eyes. Then, Gaea called for he daughter, Artemiseleneris to be brought out.

“Yes Gaea?” said her daughter, in greeting.

“I wanted you to see this. I’m going to punish these Clanluna for worshiping their false goddess, Luna. Now I know you don’t know their language, so you won’t understand what we’re talking about. But I still want you to learn how a real Goddess behaves, so that when I give you these people to rule, you can do it properly,” explained Gaea.

She then poured a little of the antidote in Luna’s mouth and silently applied the Healing Charm that would make her swallow.

“Wakey, wakey!” said Gaea, in English. “Good morning mother. Well, actually it’s after noon. I wanted you to witness as I tear about what you have built. But I can’t have you Interfering, hence the rope, and body bind. Let’s start with your Priestess, shall we?”

Gaea waved her wand and levitated Iga from the pile of bodies.

“Grab her,” Gaea ordered her Priests. “I’m going to give her the antidote.”

As soon as she was awake Iga began struggling.

“Hello Clanluna,” said Gaea, in English. “What happened to pretty little Iga The Clanluna? You’ve gotten old. . . . sort of like your Goddess, dear old mother, here.”

Gaea stroked Luna’s cheek. At 57 years old, Luna looked more like she was 28. Young looking, but not the eternally youthful look she had all during Mara’s childhood.

“Now then, Guess what? You were right about me.” announced Gaea, in English. “Don’t know what I’m talking about? Remember when I was 10-years-old and I disappeared for three days? You thought I had been Forced before 1st Rites, but I always denied it. Well I lied. I was Forced Over and Over for three days straight! At first I prayed to my mother, the Goddess. But she wasn’t a Goddess. And help never came. Those men released me when they were tired of me. You wasted your life, Iga The Clanluna. . . . But I wanted to show you a little of what I went through.”

Gaea picked up a bowl and scooped a sip of liquid out with a cup.

“Drink up,” said Gaea, as she forced the liquid down her throat.

As soon as she did, Iga’s features began morphing, changing. She grew shorter, her hair reddened. She seemed to be aging backwards until she became a little red-haired, green-eyed girl.

“I searched very carefully through the Camps of the Sungaea to find a 10-year-old who looked like you must have at that age,” said Gaea, holding up the bowl of Polyjuice potion. “She’s probably some distant cousin of yours . . . And now, my men are going to make you go through what I went through. My men are going to Force you before 1st Rites over and over and there is nothing you can do to stop them. And my mother . . . your Goddess . . . is going to have to stand there and watch. Now what do you have to say about that?”

The little girl, Iga, shook her head and tried to sign with her hands. Luna had taken the power of speech from her for a reason. She would not let this evil Weech give it back to her. She had her faith in her Goddess.

“Nothing?” asked Gaea. “No pleas for mercy? No prayers for your Goddess to save you? You’ll soon change your mind.”

“Do it,” said Gaea to her Priests, switching back to their Sungaean language.

And so, Iga, in the body of a 10-year-old girl, was Forced over and over while Luna was forced to watch, helplessly. Throughout the ordeal, Iga gazed at Luna with a look that said I believe in you. I have faith. She said nothing, made no pleas for them to stop. Though she did slip up a few times when the pain made her involuntarily emit a sound. Though it all the tears flowed down the face of the helpless Luna. Finally, the hour ended, the polyjuice wore off, and Iga was restored to her elderly self.

“Very brave of you Clanluna,” said Gaea, in English. “I was defiant at first too. Now open wide.”

One of the Priests that had just Forced her, pinched her nose and pulled her head back and Gaea poured another dose of Polyjuice potion down her throat.

“As mother knows, Polyjuice can’t be used for healing because as soon as it wears off, your injuries return. By the same token, injuries sustained while under Polyjuice go away, when it wears off. And do you know what the best part is?” asked Gaea. “Now that you’ve drunk Polyjuice a second time, We get to Force you before 1st Rites all over again!”

“Take her to your tipi,” commanded Gaea, switching back to Sungaean. “She is to be Forced over and over constantly. She can eat and use the night basket, but she is not allowed to sleep. Every time she turns into the old woman, give her another sip of this potion. Tell all the other men of the Camp. Everyone is to get at least one turn with her. Now take her away.”

Iga glared defiantly at Gaea as they drug her away.

“Was that as much fun for me as it was for you?” asked Gaea as she looked at the tear streaked face of her mother tied to the post. “Well now that that’s started. Let’s play with Ayla. We can always check on your Clanluna’s progress later.”

Gaea levitated Ayla loose from the stack of bodies. Like Luna, Ayla was both physically and magically tied to the post. But unlike Luna, she was not completely bound as she was allowed to speak. Ayla was given the antidote and awakened.

“Awake now?” Asked Gaea. “Well if it isn’t the woman that mated my mother? Of course my mother wasn’t your first mate, was she? Still, she liked you enough to give you her lion-headed hat. I always admired your animal hats that look like they’re alive. In fact, I admired them so much that I went out and killed an animal of my own to make a hat on. Would you like to see it?”

“Mara, you let us go this instant!” demanded Ayla.

Gaea just ignored her and reached into a rawhide box to pull out her hat. It was just like the animated hats with an animal on them that Luna had made as a child. But instead of being an Eagle or the head of a Lion, Gaea’s hat had been made from the Head of Zar, Ayla’s 1st mate. It looked just like Zar was still alive with his head on top of Gaea’s. His eyes moved, nostrils flared, his mouth opened and closed, but the only sound that came our were groans of pain.

Ayla screamed when she saw it!

“Mara, you monster, you . . . you abomination!” cried Ayla using the foulest sounding Zelandonii curse word she knew. She had learned it from Dyondar during the short time he had lived with them. Ayla lost the power of speech as she sobbed uncontrollably.

“Oh, I see you don’t like my hat,” said Gaea. “I don’t see why not. It’s got an animal head just like yours. If anyone, I should be the one that doesn’t like the hat. After all this is the animal you Forced me to have at my so called ‘1st Rites’. And I had to lay there and let him do those things to me. He wouldn’t stop! Signed that he had to relieve my Needs. He just kept it up until I pretended to enjoy it! Well, looks like I got my Need Relieved by him now! . . . my Need for revenge!

But if we’re going to re-unite your family, Ayla, let’s bring in the children.” said Gaea, stepping back over the the pile of people.

She looked around a bit until she found who she was looking for. “Ah! There she is!” Gaea levitated Ayla’s oldest daughter, Iza, from the pile and had her minions tie her to a post. She added her own Incarcerous spell, then gave her the antidote to the Draught of Living Death.

“Wake up, Iza,” said Gaea.

“Huh, wha-? Mara?” said Iza, before screaming in fright at the sight of Zar’s undead head perched on top of her hearth-sister’s.

“I see you like my hat too,” mused Gaea. “I always hated the way you looked down on me because I wasn’t as good with plants as you, the way you made little of my skill with a wand. Well, let me show you what my wand can do . . . “

With that said, Gaea swished and flicked her wand causing the pile to shift and Iza’s mate, Ranec to rise from the mass. Gaea levitated him and turned him upside down so that his head was pointing towards the ground, before raising him ten man-heights in the air. The then held him there, suspended over a large flat rock before turning to Iza.

“Do you remember the stories Luna used to tell us of her past time in the future?” asked Gaea. “One story in particular stuck out with me . . . about how one of her friends was suspected of having no magic, so his male relative dropped him from a height to see is his accidental magic would save him. . . . Do you think Ranec’s magic will save him? . . . Let’s find out . . .”

“Mama, do something! Save him!” pleaded Iza.

“I’m trying, but I can’t get loose,” sobbed Ayla as she struggled against her bonds.

“Luna! You can save my Ranec! Please, Please stop her!” begged Iza.

But Luna was unable to even move, as the tears ran down her face.

“She’s can’t help you. . . . She’s not your Goddess. And now, we find out once and for all,” announced Gaea. “Ranec, Magic or muggle!”


In Gaea’s Tipi

Wilmara awoke from a nightmare in which Ayla had screamed at her. As she lay in the sleeping furs, her memories were coming back . . . memories of being Forced .. . .more than once . . . by several men! They incidents were a bit jumbled because they had kept pouring some sour tasting drink down her throat that smelled strongly of alcohol. Now that she had experienced it, she understood why drinking alcohol had been made taboo by The Clanluna. Her memories were a jumble and based on how sore she was, she was certain that she had been Forced more times than she remembered.

She opened her eyes to find herself in an enormous tipi. It looked like the poles for a circle of tipis had been set up with another tipi’s poles tied to the tops of each cone. And large cover was over all the poles with a taller than usual inner cover that was as tall as a man was high. There were five girls in the tipi with her, attending various tasks like cooking and watching the smaller girls. All of them looked a little like Luna and a little like Ayla. Actually, they looked like Luna and Ayla had children together. Seeing she was awake, the oldest one, a girl of about 12 years with a wand strapped to her forearm, began speaking to her in Sungaean. But Wilmara couldn’t understand a word of it. Since they weren’t trading with the Sungaea, she’d never bothered to learn their language.

(I’m sorry I don’t speak Sungaean) Wilmara tried to say, but no sound escaped her as there was a silencing charm on her. Wilmara tried signing at them, but none of them could even see her signs. Her movements didn’t look like a language to them.

Outside the tipi, Wilmara could hear someone speaking that sounded familiar. Then, she heard Iza’s and Ayla’s voices.

After her ordeal, Wilmara was feeling more modest than normal. So she grabbed one of her sleeping furs and tied it around her waist making a knee-length skirt that was open along the right leg. She wrapped another fur around her torso under her right arm and tied it over her left shoulder leaving it open on the left side, but covering the top half of her right thigh. She looked sort of Clan, but it would have to do. She rushed outside.

Outside the tipi, there were several poles stuck in the ground. Luna, Ayla and Iza were tied to three of them. Ayla was sobbing uncontrollably and Iza was pleading. There were a group of people standing around watching, both men and women. There was a teen-age young woman with a wand tucked behind her ear standing near Luna with a disinterested expression on her face. But Wilmara could see the fear in her eyes. The young woman looked like she might be related to the girls in the tipi. Like them, She had golden-blonde hair and sea-blue eyes. Dominating the scene was a very familiar looking woman holding a wand. Wilmara could see that she was related to both Luna and Thonlan, as many of her aunts resembled this woman. but more than that, this woman reminded Wilmara of her own reflection as seen in still water. On her head was the head of a 1/2 Clan man that she didn’t recognize and it had obviously been charmed to be animated like a mog-ur cloak. The Weech had her wand pointed up, to where to she held Ranec with a levitation charm. He was just hanging there, not moving, upside down above a large flat rock.

“What is happening here?” signed Wilmara.


Gaea – (34) Spirit Other, (dirty blonde hair, sea-blue eyes) formerly Mara, Luna’s Daughter, clanluna, Weech, Wilmar’s ex-Mate, living Goddess of the Sungaea, Head of Dragon Camp. Clan-Death-Cursed
------Aphrodionephthys (12) - Other, daughter of Mara/Gaea, Weech
------ (9) – Other cave-elf, daughter of Mara/Gaea, Weech
------ (6) - Other, daughter of Mara/Gaea, Weech
------ (2) - Other, daughter of Mara/Gaea, Weech

---Luna (57) – Other, (dirty blonde hair, gray eyes) Leader, 1st Weech, Creb’s widow, Thonlan’s mate, N:C,T,D,H,R,Cr,Div (Snorkack totem)
---Ayla (52) – Other, (Golden blonde hair, sea-blue eyes) Clan’s 1st Ranked Medicine Woman, 2nd Weech, 2nd Ranked Woman-Who-Hunts, N:H,Cr,Div,p Potions Prodigy, Zar’s widow, Thonlan’s 3rd Mate (Cave Lion totem)


Ranec (53) - Other, carver, (Black hair, Dark brown eyes) M’buna’s son, (formerly of the Mammutoi) (Snorkack totem)
---Iza II (39) – ¼ Clan, (Black hair, sea-blue eyes) Ayla’s daughter, Medicine Woman, 3rd Weech, 8th ranked Woman-Who-Hunts, Ranec’s 2nd Mate (Unicorn Totem) N: H,Cr,R,p Herbalogy Prodigy


------Wilmara Al (19) ¼ Clan (dirty-blonde hair, Clan-brown eyes) daughter of Mara, Weech, Adopted by Cruna, N: C,T,D,R, Cr,