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Clanluna
Chapter 122: Zeen’s sacrifice. . . .
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Wilmara doubled over in pain as her stomach cramped from the hunger. Her knees bent from the pain as she groaned. “So hungry . . . .” moaned Wilmara.
the two Weeches stepped forward to help her.
CRACK!
Wilmara straightened back up and spun with a:
Pop!
Wilmara had apparated to behind the two Weeches. She grabbed their heads and tried to smash then together. She didn’t succeed in hitting the girls head together, but she had pushed them together enough to jostle them, loosening their grips on their wands.
“Accio Wands!” yelled Wilmara, as she wandlessly, at close range, summoned the wands from the two Weeches hands.
Pop!
Wilmara apparated outside the tipi where there were a large number of naked people tied to posts. The innermost circle contained Luna, Ayla, Selene, Zurgranazaga and Vantha. Gloating over them were Mara/Gaea and a large number of her minions.
“Ah, Wilmara! Come to play again?” laughed Gaea as she spun away with a:
Pop!
Wilmara turned and cast a bombardment curse behind her, that Gaea dodged when she appeared behind Wilmara.
Gaea then retaliated with a leg-locker curse that Wilmara blocked with a shield before spinning away with a:
Pop!
Wilmara appeared behind Luna and cast a finite on the encarcerous that held her bound.
Pop!
A stunner bounced off Wilmara’s shield as her mother appeared behind her and attacked.
Pop!
Wilmara appeared behind Gaea and started casting a chain of cutting curses. Gaea blocked most of them and dodged the rest. But the ones she’d dodged, had cut the ropes that bound Luna to the post.
Luna stepped around the post, dropped, and rolled, knocking Gaea off her feet.
Gaea rolled backwards over Luna and came back to her feet as Wilmara dropped the other wand into Luna’s hands. A cone of steam shot out of Wilmara’s wand. Gaea apparated away.
Pop!
When she re-appeared, Wilmara and Luna were standing back to back looking around for her. Gaea chained together a series of hexes so that finishing one would set her up in position to start the next one. Luna blocked them all with a shield while Wilmara moved into position to help her.
“Stun her!” yelled Gaea, pointing at Wilmara.
Wilmara interpreted Gaea’s yell as a curse and cast a shield to block it, while Luna and Gaea traded jinxes and shields.
Several of the men in the crowd started casting stunners wandlessly at Wilmara that bounced off her shield. But some of them were behind her too. She dodged 4 of their stunners before they got her.
Luna fell shortly after.
When Wilmara awoke, she was tied to a post.
“Really Wilmara, your futile attempts to defy me are starting to get tiresome,” said Gaea, as Wilmara’s stomach growled loudly. “My my! How many days has it been since you ate? I’ll tell you what . . . if you give me you vow that you won’t try to free Luna again, I’ll let release you and let you join me. Would you like that?”
Wilmara glanced at the bloody mess and pile of bodies from the members of her Clan and yelled: “I’ll never be like you!”
“Fine we’ll just feed you right here,” sneered Gaea, before switching back to Sungaean and ordering a cave-elf. “See that she gets fed. Leave her tied to the post.”
“Yes Gaea,” replied the man. He went to get a bowl of stew that he spoon-fed to Wilmara as she listened in horror to what happened next. She wanted to protest, but the only thing she’d eaten in almost a quarter moon was barma. She was ravenously hungry.
“Now then, why do you look familiar?” asked Gaea, as she grabbed Selene’s chin. “Who are you?”
“I am Selene, daughter of Luna, mated to Rađiv and this is my co-mate Zurbgranazaga and my adopted daughter Vantha, daughter of Mariza. What have you done with the rest my family, foul spirit?”
“Spirit am I? And you’re my sister Selene. I didn’t recognize you. You’ve gown up! And you . . . . Daughter of Mariza? I wish she were here to see you face the rock. I think we’ll do you last. . . . I wouldn’t worry about the rest of your family too much. Here they are. Let’s see if they are magical?”
A couple of Gaea’s weez-urs came forward levitating Selene’s family. One by one they were dropped, headfirst on the rock. But each of them bounced. Rađiv was tied to a post in the back and given the antidote for the Draught of Living Death. It was Selene’s turn next. After she passed the test and was bound to a post in the back, it was Zurbgranazaga’s turn.
“Please Lady Mariza save me!” pleaded Zurgranazaga, in Vanthonoi, as she hung suspended 10 cubits high over the rock. When she dropped, her head burst open with a dramatic splatter.
“No” yelled Vantha and several of the other prisoners.
“Looks like you had a muggle in the family after all,” laughed Gaea. “I didn’t quite understand her last words . . . Was she praying to Mariza?”
“You hyena! Mariza will get you for that!” yelled Vantha.
“She WAS praying to Mariza!” exclaimed Gaea. “Looks like there are two goddesses I have to root out. Now then, daughter of Mariza, why are you living with Selene’s instead of your own mate?”
“I just became a woman,” replied Vantha.
“So you haven’t had 1st Rites yet?” asked Gaea.
Vantha shook her head.
“Oh good! A virgin Sacrifice!” exclaimed Gaea, before levitating Vantha over the rock, ignoring the young woman’s pleas for mercy. When Vantha’s magic saved her, Gaea turned to one of her priests and said in Sungaean: “Take her and give her 1st Rites.”
“It shall be done, Gaea.” replied the man, as he grabbed Vantha’s arm.
“Wait! Where are you taking me? Let go!” yelled Vantha as he drug her off.
The rest of Šimič’s hearth all survived the test of the rock. But the children of Orga, Brena and Ebra, all joined their parents in death.
Next, Zeen, and his mates: Griga, Jukiča and Đišič, were tied to the inner circle stakes and revived. Zeen gasped in shock, while the women screamed at the sight of Gaea wearing Zar’s head as a hat. The bloody rock and the pile of dead bodies only heightened their fear. Once they had stopped screaming, Gaea addressed them.
“And now we come to the big event,” mused Gaea.
“Mara, you hyena! Let us go this instant!” demanded Zeen.
Gaea laughed at him.
“You are in no position to make demands here,” admonished Gaea, wagging her finger in his face. “You know Zeen, for years I’ve been wondering . . . . why do the other women make such a big deal about you and the furs? So I’ve decided I want to find out why women find you irresistible?”
“In case you’ve forgotten, I’m not allowed to Share Pleasures with you. For good reason . . . you’re my sister!”
“ Thought that might be your attitude,” said Gaea, before levitating Đišič’ youngest son: Alebič over the rock, upside-down, higher and higher. until he was ten man-heights high. She then canceled the charm.
“NO!” screamed Đišič, as her youngest son plummeted to what surely must be his death.
BOING!
Alebič bounced . . . he would live.
Đišič was crying hysterically as Gaea addressed them.
“So here is what we’re going to do:” announced Gaea. “I am going to drop the members of your family, one by one, onto the rock. But If you agree to show me what the women like so much about you . . . if you can succeed in Relieving my Needs . . . I’ll let one of them live. Your beloved Griga, perhaps? . . . “
“I’ll never Share Pleasures with you!” hissed Zeen, venomously.
“If you say so . . .” replied Gaea, before levitating Đišič’ second youngest son, Akrap.
One by one Đišič’ children were dropped on the rock, as she begged and pleaded for Zeen to comply. One by one, her children bounced and Gaea pronounced them to be Weez-urs. Then it was Đišič’ turn to face the rock.
“Zeen, for Luna’s sake! give her what she wants!” begged Đišič, as she hung upside down, suspended above the flat stone upon which, so many others had already died.
“Do you really think she’ll keep her word?” shouted Zeen. “besides, she only offered to save one of you. Who do I chose?”
“Apparently, not her,” said Gaea, before letting Đišič drop.
SPLORT!
Đišič’ head burst open as she died.
Next, Gaea made Jukičva watch her children be dropped, one by one from the height. Each of them bounced as their accidental magic saved them and further charged the flat stone. Jukičva was no so lucky. Like her sister-mates, she was a muggle. And she made a sickening splatter as her face hit the stone, bending her head backwards so far that her axis, the second bone of her neck, broke in half, with one piece shooting into her brain through the most vital areas, killing her instantly.
“Zeen, just Pleasure her already!” pleaded Griga. “She might be a monster and untrustworthy, but surely the chance of saving one of us is worth the risk!”
“Yes. Take a chance on my mercy,” teased Gaea.
“You forget that I’m a seer,” reminded Zeen. “I’ve studied all 5 years of Divination. And right now my intuition is telling me that all my mates are going to die, but none of my children are.
“That’s because so far, all of your children have been Weez-urs,” pointed out Gaea. “But we all know how much Griga likes to Share. How do you know that she didn’t let some other man defeat her totem?”
Griga’s eyes dilated as she had a sudden realization. She’d Share Pleasures with a lot of different men and women. But if Ayla’s theory about Pleasures starting babies was true . . . . then . . . .
“He’ll do it” announced Griga.
“What!?!” exclaimed Zeen.
“I think Zooba is a muggle,” confessed Griga. “Please, Zeen, if you love me, then save my daughter!”
“. . . . I’ll do it,” announced Zeen.
“There, That wasn’t so hard, was it?” asked Gaea, as she grasped Zeen’s chin and pulled him into a kiss. “Now let’s finish up with your family!”
“”What!?! That wasn’t our agreement!” protested Zeen.
“Oh, I’m afraid it was,” purred Gaea. “You Relieve my Needs, and in exchange, I spare the life of one member of your family. Here we go.”
One by one, Griga’s sons faced, and passed the test of the rock. But Griga’s ten-year-old daughter was tied to a post and revived. Like most people, she screamed in fright upon awakening.
“Oh don’t be like that,” purred Gaea. “Your mother has agreed to take your place.”
“Zooba, be brave. Don’t let my sacrifice be in vain,” said Griga as she was levitated up into the air. “Zeen, if you really love me you’ll save my daughter. Make certain that Mara knows you’ve given it your all. I want you to Pleasure her so much she can’t think straight! Goodbye, my love!”
“NO!” screamed Zeen and Zooba.
Griga, daughter of Iga The Clanluna, had died.
“We’ll wait ‘til later for you to fulfill you end of the bargain,” said Gaea. “I still need to finish with your Clan.
Ova, daughter of Uva, 2nd mate of Thonlan, was the next to die, after watching all her children precede her in death.
Then, it was Thonlan’s turn.
“What a mess,” mused Gaea. “Still, this wasn’t Thonlan’s first time being dead, was it?”
There was a brief struggle as Gaea pried the ring off of Luna’s finger.
“Now I am the Mistress of Death! Now I am truly a Goddess!”
“You are no Goddess!” shouted Ayla, defiantly.
“Oh, but I am! I can even bring back the dead. Look! I can bring him back!” Gaea held her hand over Thonlan’s broken body and restored him to life.
“Yaaaa!” Thonlan groaned in pain as he came back to life.
“And I can send him away,” said Gaea, as she released him back to the realm of Death. “I can bring him back and send him away, back, away, back, away, back, away,”
Gaea killed and resurrected Thonlan over and over until he screamed in pain.
“Yaaaaarrrrrrrrr!!!!!!!”
“Aw does it hurt?” asked Gaea. “I can’t imagine what it must be like to be alive then, dead then alive again. But if you like, I can make it stop . . . all you have to do is abandon Luna and beg me for death.”
As Luna watched this she knew from her own past experience being tortured when she was a teen that with enough torture you will agree to anything. She thought it was better if he gave in now to save him the pain.
“Go ahead my Love,” said Luna. “I forgive you.”
“Now you’ve ruined It!” screamed Gaea as she killed Thonlan a final time.
Now she turned her attention to Groog.
“Check on The Clanluna,” ordered Gaea. “I want to know if she is awake yet.”
Pop!
One of Gaea’s weez-urs apparated away. When he returned, he reported:
“She still sleeps, my Goddess.”
“Very well, We’ll deal with Groog later,” said Gaea, before issuing commands. “You, you and you, clean up these bodies. Dig a hole outside of camp and make them a mass grave there.”
Gaea switched back to English to address Zeen.
“Now then, are you ready to fulfill your side of the bargain? the one that Griga gave her life for?” asked Gaea.
Zeen nodded.
“Good! Now I’m going to release you. No trying to escape. Remember, the life of Griga’s daughter hangs in the balance.” threatened Gaea, before switching to Sungaean. “If he tries to escape or attack, Stun him and kill her.” (indicating Griga’s daughter Zooba, who was bound to a post)
Gaea released Zeen from his bonds and he stretched.
“Umm, before you go, do you think I could have some leggings?” asked Wilmara. “My bottom half is a little chilly.”
“Give her some leggings,” ordered Gaea to a weez-ur, after removing the bonds from her legs. “Then re-tie her. you, you and you, come with us. I will need you to guard us while he Relieves my Need.”
Gaea had kept her wand in hand and mostly pointed at Zeen when she wasn’t using it.
“All right, Zeen, let’s go. That way;” commanded Gaea as she directed him to her tipi.
“Take your sisters to your tipi,” Gaea commanded Artemiseleneris.
Once they were in the tipi, Gaea pulled her summer-dress over her head. She wrapped her daughters two wands she’d taken from Wilmara in it. But kept her own wand in hand as she lay on her furs. The three weez-urs stood around her ready to stun Zeen at a moment’s notice.
“Well Zeen, let’s have it. Show me what all the girls rave about. Let’s see you Relieve my Need.”
Zeen leaned over her and started to to kiss her. From there, he continued onward, showing her why he was known for his skill in the furs. He kissed her and licked her, caressed her and gently bit her. At one point, while he was kneeling between her legs, licking her, Zeen realized what Griga had hinted at. . . . that if he could make Mara feel good enough, she might loosen her grip on her wand, allowing him a chance to subdue her. . . . But no . . . if he tried anything, the young men that could do wandless magic would stun him. . . . and then, Zooba would be killed. . . . so He kept on with trying to Relieve his sister’s Need. He came close, very close. Gaea could feel that she was almost there. . . . But Relief never came. When Gaea realized that no matter how hard he tried, Zeen would not be able to Relieve her Need. She rolled him over and guided him in her so she could ride him to completion.
Zeen groaned as his own Need was Relieved inside his sister, Mara. Then he realized that she had just been Blessed. “No!”
Gaea laughed at him as she pulled him out of her and climbed off of him.
“Am I to assume from you reaction that you just defeated my totem?” laughed Gaea, before turning to a weez-ur. “Take him back to the post and bind him.”
It was nearly dawn, so once they were gone, Gaea curled up and went to sleep.
On awakening the next morning, Gaea was informed that Iga The Clanluna had awakened. So, after eating breakfast and getting dressed, Gaea emerged from her tipi for a new day of torturing the Clanluna.
When Iga was dragged before her, It was clear that she had been crying. The dried tears along with new wet ones streaked her face. Gaea gave her another dose of polyjuice potion and the old woman transformed into a little girl.
“Now that you’ve had some sleep, do you want to tell Luna that she’s no longer your goddess, that I am?”
Iga writhed a bit, but with a man holding each arm, she couldn’t sign.
“Oh, come on Iga! I know you can speak right now in your little girl body,” teased Gaea. “Just say it. Say: Luna I don’t believe in you.”
Iga shook her head and refused to speak.
“Did I mention that you mate’s life was at stake?” threatened Gaea, as she levitated Groog. “All you have to do is tell Luna you don’t believe in her . . . Say it. Say i! SAY IT!”
Iga looked at Luna with a pleading look in her eyes, but remained stubbornly silent.
“So be it,” said Gaea, before dropping Iga’s mate: Groog on the rock.
SPLAT!
Groog was dead.
“Take her away, Force her constantly, only letting her stop to eat and use the night basket. She can sleep every third day,” commanded Gaea.
Iga struggled as they drug her away.
“Now then, I want these Prisoners fed,” commanded Gaea, as she indicated the people tied to posts. “And then . . . we’ll start a new round of executions!”
They started with the Đumbleđore član. It was mostly children, like the younger sisters of Đelđuma. All of the muggles except one in ten died on the rock except:
Šegviča, daughter of Šimarva, grandaughter of Harva and
Đrača, daughter of Đeča, grandaughter of Đuča-
But there were a few Weez-urs in the Đumbleđore član who had families. There mates now met their end, including:
Đaliđa, daughter of Čović,
Đučavča, daughter of Đanđrič,
Đalbela, daughter of Čović, and
Anđomeđanaea, daughter of Krstulović, who had been Zariz’ redfoot.
Next was the Everarđ član’s turn. Most of the adults were already dead. Now their children joined them. The survivors included:
Raljiča, daughter of Điskovič, grandaughter of Joković,
Reiča, daughter of Nežžie, grandaughter of Hvarđa,
Eležođa, daughter of Ođa,
The Weez-ur children of Đažaca, daughter of Đukiča,
The Weez-ur children of Erčegović, daughter of Huža,
As Hestiathenaurora watched death after death after death she felt sickened. Years ago, Gaea had been ordered her to smash her son’s head against this same Rock. Thankfully her Goddess had rescinded that command. But Hestiathenaurora knew that if she hadn’t been stopped she would have gladly killed her baby for her Goddess. Now mother after mother was being forced to watch their children dropped head-first on The Rock, usually fatally. . . . . Hestiathenaurora turned away, unable bear the sight any more. . .
Now it was time for Durc’s Flamel Clan. Durc was tied to the post and revived first.
“Gah!” said Durc, in surprise at seening Mara/Gaea wearing Zar’s head as a hat when he first awoke.
“Hello Durc, I thought you might want be awake to see this,” said Gaea, before levitating Furb, son of Đurča over the Rock.
“I think maybe a spirit has possessed you,” said Durc. “Put him down!”
“As you wish,” said Gaea, as she dropped the boy head-first on the rock.
SPLAT!
One by one Gaea killed the members of Durc’s Clan. The survivors, the ones who bounced instead of dying were more numerous than in other Clans. The magic had built up to a high level, saving the lives of many muggle children. Finally, it was time for Durc’s family to face the Rock. One by one the children of Durc’s 2nd mate Đorča died. Then it was her turn.
BOING!
Đorča was saved by the magic accumulating on the Rock.
“Can’t any of you do anything!” demanded Durc of the Weeches and Weez-urs tied to the other posts that were around him and behind him. His mate: Ura was high in the air by now waiting to meet her fate.
“Believe me I’m trying!” cried Ayla, tied to the post next to him.
SPLAT!
Ura, daughter of Oda was dead.
“And now for you,” said Gaea, as she released Durc from his bonds and levitated him before he could attack her.
“No! No! Please Mara! Don’t kill my baby!” sobbed Ayla.
“Help! Mama! MAMAAAAAA!” yelled Durc as he fell.
SPLAT!
Ayla’s first-born child was dead.
Durc (39) – ½ Clan, Leader, Ayla’s son, (Gray Wolf totem)
------Wilmara Al (19) ¼ Clan (dirty-blonde hair, Clan-brown eyes) daughter of Mara, Weech, Adopted by Cruna, N: C,T,D,R, Cr,
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
Clanluna
Chapter 122: Zeen’s sacrifice. . . .
Harry Potter is owned by JK Rowling
Earth’s Children is owned by Jean Auel
Wilmara doubled over in pain as her stomach cramped from the hunger. Her knees bent from the pain as she groaned. “So hungry . . . .” moaned Wilmara.
the two Weeches stepped forward to help her.
CRACK!
Wilmara straightened back up and spun with a:
Pop!
Wilmara had apparated to behind the two Weeches. She grabbed their heads and tried to smash then together. She didn’t succeed in hitting the girls head together, but she had pushed them together enough to jostle them, loosening their grips on their wands.
“Accio Wands!” yelled Wilmara, as she wandlessly, at close range, summoned the wands from the two Weeches hands.
Pop!
Wilmara apparated outside the tipi where there were a large number of naked people tied to posts. The innermost circle contained Luna, Ayla, Selene, Zurgranazaga and Vantha. Gloating over them were Mara/Gaea and a large number of her minions.
“Ah, Wilmara! Come to play again?” laughed Gaea as she spun away with a:
Pop!
Wilmara turned and cast a bombardment curse behind her, that Gaea dodged when she appeared behind Wilmara.
Gaea then retaliated with a leg-locker curse that Wilmara blocked with a shield before spinning away with a:
Pop!
Wilmara appeared behind Luna and cast a finite on the encarcerous that held her bound.
Pop!
A stunner bounced off Wilmara’s shield as her mother appeared behind her and attacked.
Pop!
Wilmara appeared behind Gaea and started casting a chain of cutting curses. Gaea blocked most of them and dodged the rest. But the ones she’d dodged, had cut the ropes that bound Luna to the post.
Luna stepped around the post, dropped, and rolled, knocking Gaea off her feet.
Gaea rolled backwards over Luna and came back to her feet as Wilmara dropped the other wand into Luna’s hands. A cone of steam shot out of Wilmara’s wand. Gaea apparated away.
Pop!
When she re-appeared, Wilmara and Luna were standing back to back looking around for her. Gaea chained together a series of hexes so that finishing one would set her up in position to start the next one. Luna blocked them all with a shield while Wilmara moved into position to help her.
“Stun her!” yelled Gaea, pointing at Wilmara.
Wilmara interpreted Gaea’s yell as a curse and cast a shield to block it, while Luna and Gaea traded jinxes and shields.
Several of the men in the crowd started casting stunners wandlessly at Wilmara that bounced off her shield. But some of them were behind her too. She dodged 4 of their stunners before they got her.
Luna fell shortly after.
When Wilmara awoke, she was tied to a post.
“Really Wilmara, your futile attempts to defy me are starting to get tiresome,” said Gaea, as Wilmara’s stomach growled loudly. “My my! How many days has it been since you ate? I’ll tell you what . . . if you give me you vow that you won’t try to free Luna again, I’ll let release you and let you join me. Would you like that?”
Wilmara glanced at the bloody mess and pile of bodies from the members of her Clan and yelled: “I’ll never be like you!”
“Fine we’ll just feed you right here,” sneered Gaea, before switching back to Sungaean and ordering a cave-elf. “See that she gets fed. Leave her tied to the post.”
“Yes Gaea,” replied the man. He went to get a bowl of stew that he spoon-fed to Wilmara as she listened in horror to what happened next. She wanted to protest, but the only thing she’d eaten in almost a quarter moon was barma. She was ravenously hungry.
“Now then, why do you look familiar?” asked Gaea, as she grabbed Selene’s chin. “Who are you?”
“I am Selene, daughter of Luna, mated to Rađiv and this is my co-mate Zurbgranazaga and my adopted daughter Vantha, daughter of Mariza. What have you done with the rest my family, foul spirit?”
“Spirit am I? And you’re my sister Selene. I didn’t recognize you. You’ve gown up! And you . . . . Daughter of Mariza? I wish she were here to see you face the rock. I think we’ll do you last. . . . I wouldn’t worry about the rest of your family too much. Here they are. Let’s see if they are magical?”
A couple of Gaea’s weez-urs came forward levitating Selene’s family. One by one they were dropped, headfirst on the rock. But each of them bounced. Rađiv was tied to a post in the back and given the antidote for the Draught of Living Death. It was Selene’s turn next. After she passed the test and was bound to a post in the back, it was Zurbgranazaga’s turn.
“Please Lady Mariza save me!” pleaded Zurgranazaga, in Vanthonoi, as she hung suspended 10 cubits high over the rock. When she dropped, her head burst open with a dramatic splatter.
“No” yelled Vantha and several of the other prisoners.
“Looks like you had a muggle in the family after all,” laughed Gaea. “I didn’t quite understand her last words . . . Was she praying to Mariza?”
“You hyena! Mariza will get you for that!” yelled Vantha.
“She WAS praying to Mariza!” exclaimed Gaea. “Looks like there are two goddesses I have to root out. Now then, daughter of Mariza, why are you living with Selene’s instead of your own mate?”
“I just became a woman,” replied Vantha.
“So you haven’t had 1st Rites yet?” asked Gaea.
Vantha shook her head.
“Oh good! A virgin Sacrifice!” exclaimed Gaea, before levitating Vantha over the rock, ignoring the young woman’s pleas for mercy. When Vantha’s magic saved her, Gaea turned to one of her priests and said in Sungaean: “Take her and give her 1st Rites.”
“It shall be done, Gaea.” replied the man, as he grabbed Vantha’s arm.
“Wait! Where are you taking me? Let go!” yelled Vantha as he drug her off.
The rest of Šimič’s hearth all survived the test of the rock. But the children of Orga, Brena and Ebra, all joined their parents in death.
Next, Zeen, and his mates: Griga, Jukiča and Đišič, were tied to the inner circle stakes and revived. Zeen gasped in shock, while the women screamed at the sight of Gaea wearing Zar’s head as a hat. The bloody rock and the pile of dead bodies only heightened their fear. Once they had stopped screaming, Gaea addressed them.
“And now we come to the big event,” mused Gaea.
“Mara, you hyena! Let us go this instant!” demanded Zeen.
Gaea laughed at him.
“You are in no position to make demands here,” admonished Gaea, wagging her finger in his face. “You know Zeen, for years I’ve been wondering . . . . why do the other women make such a big deal about you and the furs? So I’ve decided I want to find out why women find you irresistible?”
“In case you’ve forgotten, I’m not allowed to Share Pleasures with you. For good reason . . . you’re my sister!”
“ Thought that might be your attitude,” said Gaea, before levitating Đišič’ youngest son: Alebič over the rock, upside-down, higher and higher. until he was ten man-heights high. She then canceled the charm.
“NO!” screamed Đišič, as her youngest son plummeted to what surely must be his death.
BOING!
Alebič bounced . . . he would live.
Đišič was crying hysterically as Gaea addressed them.
“So here is what we’re going to do:” announced Gaea. “I am going to drop the members of your family, one by one, onto the rock. But If you agree to show me what the women like so much about you . . . if you can succeed in Relieving my Needs . . . I’ll let one of them live. Your beloved Griga, perhaps? . . . “
“I’ll never Share Pleasures with you!” hissed Zeen, venomously.
“If you say so . . .” replied Gaea, before levitating Đišič’ second youngest son, Akrap.
One by one Đišič’ children were dropped on the rock, as she begged and pleaded for Zeen to comply. One by one, her children bounced and Gaea pronounced them to be Weez-urs. Then it was Đišič’ turn to face the rock.
“Zeen, for Luna’s sake! give her what she wants!” begged Đišič, as she hung upside down, suspended above the flat stone upon which, so many others had already died.
“Do you really think she’ll keep her word?” shouted Zeen. “besides, she only offered to save one of you. Who do I chose?”
“Apparently, not her,” said Gaea, before letting Đišič drop.
SPLORT!
Đišič’ head burst open as she died.
Next, Gaea made Jukičva watch her children be dropped, one by one from the height. Each of them bounced as their accidental magic saved them and further charged the flat stone. Jukičva was no so lucky. Like her sister-mates, she was a muggle. And she made a sickening splatter as her face hit the stone, bending her head backwards so far that her axis, the second bone of her neck, broke in half, with one piece shooting into her brain through the most vital areas, killing her instantly.
“Zeen, just Pleasure her already!” pleaded Griga. “She might be a monster and untrustworthy, but surely the chance of saving one of us is worth the risk!”
“Yes. Take a chance on my mercy,” teased Gaea.
“You forget that I’m a seer,” reminded Zeen. “I’ve studied all 5 years of Divination. And right now my intuition is telling me that all my mates are going to die, but none of my children are.
“That’s because so far, all of your children have been Weez-urs,” pointed out Gaea. “But we all know how much Griga likes to Share. How do you know that she didn’t let some other man defeat her totem?”
Griga’s eyes dilated as she had a sudden realization. She’d Share Pleasures with a lot of different men and women. But if Ayla’s theory about Pleasures starting babies was true . . . . then . . . .
“He’ll do it” announced Griga.
“What!?!” exclaimed Zeen.
“I think Zooba is a muggle,” confessed Griga. “Please, Zeen, if you love me, then save my daughter!”
“. . . . I’ll do it,” announced Zeen.
“There, That wasn’t so hard, was it?” asked Gaea, as she grasped Zeen’s chin and pulled him into a kiss. “Now let’s finish up with your family!”
“”What!?! That wasn’t our agreement!” protested Zeen.
“Oh, I’m afraid it was,” purred Gaea. “You Relieve my Needs, and in exchange, I spare the life of one member of your family. Here we go.”
One by one, Griga’s sons faced, and passed the test of the rock. But Griga’s ten-year-old daughter was tied to a post and revived. Like most people, she screamed in fright upon awakening.
“Oh don’t be like that,” purred Gaea. “Your mother has agreed to take your place.”
“Zooba, be brave. Don’t let my sacrifice be in vain,” said Griga as she was levitated up into the air. “Zeen, if you really love me you’ll save my daughter. Make certain that Mara knows you’ve given it your all. I want you to Pleasure her so much she can’t think straight! Goodbye, my love!”
“NO!” screamed Zeen and Zooba.
Griga, daughter of Iga The Clanluna, had died.
“We’ll wait ‘til later for you to fulfill you end of the bargain,” said Gaea. “I still need to finish with your Clan.
Ova, daughter of Uva, 2nd mate of Thonlan, was the next to die, after watching all her children precede her in death.
Then, it was Thonlan’s turn.
“What a mess,” mused Gaea. “Still, this wasn’t Thonlan’s first time being dead, was it?”
There was a brief struggle as Gaea pried the ring off of Luna’s finger.
“Now I am the Mistress of Death! Now I am truly a Goddess!”
“You are no Goddess!” shouted Ayla, defiantly.
“Oh, but I am! I can even bring back the dead. Look! I can bring him back!” Gaea held her hand over Thonlan’s broken body and restored him to life.
“Yaaaa!” Thonlan groaned in pain as he came back to life.
“And I can send him away,” said Gaea, as she released him back to the realm of Death. “I can bring him back and send him away, back, away, back, away, back, away,”
Gaea killed and resurrected Thonlan over and over until he screamed in pain.
“Yaaaaarrrrrrrrr!!!!!!!”
“Aw does it hurt?” asked Gaea. “I can’t imagine what it must be like to be alive then, dead then alive again. But if you like, I can make it stop . . . all you have to do is abandon Luna and beg me for death.”
As Luna watched this she knew from her own past experience being tortured when she was a teen that with enough torture you will agree to anything. She thought it was better if he gave in now to save him the pain.
“Go ahead my Love,” said Luna. “I forgive you.”
“Now you’ve ruined It!” screamed Gaea as she killed Thonlan a final time.
Now she turned her attention to Groog.
“Check on The Clanluna,” ordered Gaea. “I want to know if she is awake yet.”
Pop!
One of Gaea’s weez-urs apparated away. When he returned, he reported:
“She still sleeps, my Goddess.”
“Very well, We’ll deal with Groog later,” said Gaea, before issuing commands. “You, you and you, clean up these bodies. Dig a hole outside of camp and make them a mass grave there.”
Gaea switched back to English to address Zeen.
“Now then, are you ready to fulfill your side of the bargain? the one that Griga gave her life for?” asked Gaea.
Zeen nodded.
“Good! Now I’m going to release you. No trying to escape. Remember, the life of Griga’s daughter hangs in the balance.” threatened Gaea, before switching to Sungaean. “If he tries to escape or attack, Stun him and kill her.” (indicating Griga’s daughter Zooba, who was bound to a post)
Gaea released Zeen from his bonds and he stretched.
“Umm, before you go, do you think I could have some leggings?” asked Wilmara. “My bottom half is a little chilly.”
“Give her some leggings,” ordered Gaea to a weez-ur, after removing the bonds from her legs. “Then re-tie her. you, you and you, come with us. I will need you to guard us while he Relieves my Need.”
Gaea had kept her wand in hand and mostly pointed at Zeen when she wasn’t using it.
“All right, Zeen, let’s go. That way;” commanded Gaea as she directed him to her tipi.
“Take your sisters to your tipi,” Gaea commanded Artemiseleneris.
Once they were in the tipi, Gaea pulled her summer-dress over her head. She wrapped her daughters two wands she’d taken from Wilmara in it. But kept her own wand in hand as she lay on her furs. The three weez-urs stood around her ready to stun Zeen at a moment’s notice.
“Well Zeen, let’s have it. Show me what all the girls rave about. Let’s see you Relieve my Need.”
Zeen leaned over her and started to to kiss her. From there, he continued onward, showing her why he was known for his skill in the furs. He kissed her and licked her, caressed her and gently bit her. At one point, while he was kneeling between her legs, licking her, Zeen realized what Griga had hinted at. . . . that if he could make Mara feel good enough, she might loosen her grip on her wand, allowing him a chance to subdue her. . . . But no . . . if he tried anything, the young men that could do wandless magic would stun him. . . . and then, Zooba would be killed. . . . so He kept on with trying to Relieve his sister’s Need. He came close, very close. Gaea could feel that she was almost there. . . . But Relief never came. When Gaea realized that no matter how hard he tried, Zeen would not be able to Relieve her Need. She rolled him over and guided him in her so she could ride him to completion.
Zeen groaned as his own Need was Relieved inside his sister, Mara. Then he realized that she had just been Blessed. “No!”
Gaea laughed at him as she pulled him out of her and climbed off of him.
“Am I to assume from you reaction that you just defeated my totem?” laughed Gaea, before turning to a weez-ur. “Take him back to the post and bind him.”
It was nearly dawn, so once they were gone, Gaea curled up and went to sleep.
On awakening the next morning, Gaea was informed that Iga The Clanluna had awakened. So, after eating breakfast and getting dressed, Gaea emerged from her tipi for a new day of torturing the Clanluna.
When Iga was dragged before her, It was clear that she had been crying. The dried tears along with new wet ones streaked her face. Gaea gave her another dose of polyjuice potion and the old woman transformed into a little girl.
“Now that you’ve had some sleep, do you want to tell Luna that she’s no longer your goddess, that I am?”
Iga writhed a bit, but with a man holding each arm, she couldn’t sign.
“Oh, come on Iga! I know you can speak right now in your little girl body,” teased Gaea. “Just say it. Say: Luna I don’t believe in you.”
Iga shook her head and refused to speak.
“Did I mention that you mate’s life was at stake?” threatened Gaea, as she levitated Groog. “All you have to do is tell Luna you don’t believe in her . . . Say it. Say i! SAY IT!”
Iga looked at Luna with a pleading look in her eyes, but remained stubbornly silent.
“So be it,” said Gaea, before dropping Iga’s mate: Groog on the rock.
SPLAT!
Groog was dead.
“Take her away, Force her constantly, only letting her stop to eat and use the night basket. She can sleep every third day,” commanded Gaea.
Iga struggled as they drug her away.
“Now then, I want these Prisoners fed,” commanded Gaea, as she indicated the people tied to posts. “And then . . . we’ll start a new round of executions!”
They started with the Đumbleđore član. It was mostly children, like the younger sisters of Đelđuma. All of the muggles except one in ten died on the rock except:
Šegviča, daughter of Šimarva, grandaughter of Harva and
Đrača, daughter of Đeča, grandaughter of Đuča-
But there were a few Weez-urs in the Đumbleđore član who had families. There mates now met their end, including:
Đaliđa, daughter of Čović,
Đučavča, daughter of Đanđrič,
Đalbela, daughter of Čović, and
Anđomeđanaea, daughter of Krstulović, who had been Zariz’ redfoot.
Next was the Everarđ član’s turn. Most of the adults were already dead. Now their children joined them. The survivors included:
Raljiča, daughter of Điskovič, grandaughter of Joković,
Reiča, daughter of Nežžie, grandaughter of Hvarđa,
Eležođa, daughter of Ođa,
The Weez-ur children of Đažaca, daughter of Đukiča,
The Weez-ur children of Erčegović, daughter of Huža,
As Hestiathenaurora watched death after death after death she felt sickened. Years ago, Gaea had been ordered her to smash her son’s head against this same Rock. Thankfully her Goddess had rescinded that command. But Hestiathenaurora knew that if she hadn’t been stopped she would have gladly killed her baby for her Goddess. Now mother after mother was being forced to watch their children dropped head-first on The Rock, usually fatally. . . . . Hestiathenaurora turned away, unable bear the sight any more. . .
Now it was time for Durc’s Flamel Clan. Durc was tied to the post and revived first.
“Gah!” said Durc, in surprise at seening Mara/Gaea wearing Zar’s head as a hat when he first awoke.
“Hello Durc, I thought you might want be awake to see this,” said Gaea, before levitating Furb, son of Đurča over the Rock.
“I think maybe a spirit has possessed you,” said Durc. “Put him down!”
“As you wish,” said Gaea, as she dropped the boy head-first on the rock.
SPLAT!
One by one Gaea killed the members of Durc’s Clan. The survivors, the ones who bounced instead of dying were more numerous than in other Clans. The magic had built up to a high level, saving the lives of many muggle children. Finally, it was time for Durc’s family to face the Rock. One by one the children of Durc’s 2nd mate Đorča died. Then it was her turn.
BOING!
Đorča was saved by the magic accumulating on the Rock.
“Can’t any of you do anything!” demanded Durc of the Weeches and Weez-urs tied to the other posts that were around him and behind him. His mate: Ura was high in the air by now waiting to meet her fate.
“Believe me I’m trying!” cried Ayla, tied to the post next to him.
SPLAT!
Ura, daughter of Oda was dead.
“And now for you,” said Gaea, as she released Durc from his bonds and levitated him before he could attack her.
“No! No! Please Mara! Don’t kill my baby!” sobbed Ayla.
“Help! Mama! MAMAAAAAA!” yelled Durc as he fell.
SPLAT!
Ayla’s first-born child was dead.
Durc (39) – ½ Clan, Leader, Ayla’s son, (Gray Wolf totem)
------Wilmara Al (19) ¼ Clan (dirty-blonde hair, Clan-brown eyes) daughter of Mara, Weech, Adopted by Cruna, N: C,T,D,R, Cr,
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
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