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“Oh! Androm!” sobbed Đelđuma. “I don't think Zariz or Đuča or Lorka are still alive! Let's get mated now!”
Chapter 125: The battle of Dragon Camp
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“No.” replied Androm.
“What?” asked Đelđuma.
“I would be happy to mate you, but not like this,” explained Androm. “There is still a chance that our mates are alive. If they are, I don’t want them to think we’d abandoned them. . . . . If our mates have not returned by the end of what was supposed to be the Summer Gathering, then we will be mated.”
While, back at the other Summer Gathering, Mariza was organizing a war party.
“‘Thoni will take the mammoth, while the rest of my mate are good at using a bow from horseback. They’ll take the horses.”
“I’ll stay here are watch the children,” volunteered Zurbgranaza.
“Želže is used to hunting from my back, She can go with me,” said Rosen the centaur. “In fact Moković and Brouda are used to riding on us too. They can ride centaurs.”
“Can we put some of the members of Imago Član on centaurs?” asked Mariza.
Dawn-Breaker the centaur nodded.
“Good that gives us 6 more human hunters,” replied Mariza. “Lena as I will be on Hippogrifs, but I need every other Weech and Weez-ur to fly on Brooms. Your job will be to fly in low, as quickly as possible and free any of out people who are left.”
Ceban and Đrin nodded at this.
“I going to have Lena make portkeys for different locations, so we can attack from several different locations,” explained Mariza. “Ekwus, your clan will attack from the East. I know you have to leave some of the unicorns behind to watch the foals, but bring as many centaurs and unicorns as you can.
Lavcles, your sphinxes and displacer-beasts will attack from the south.
Dawn-Breaker and Atturous your clans will attack from the West. Except those on brooms. They will be with me.
Brackus, your clan with attack from the North East.
Kreoncles, Your Clan will attack from the North West.
I will create a distraction before my group attacks from the North. The rest of you, wait until you see me attack before starting your own attack.
My group will consist of people from my clan, Ceban’s clan and those that can fly a broom from Atturous’ clan.”
Once they were all assembled, Lena passed out the portkeys.
Ekwus had 20 centaurs and 17 unicorns going into battle.
Lavcles had 33 Sphinxes, one woman and 13 displacer-beasts in his group. Larkto would be acting as a dragoon, riding to the battle on the back of a Sphinx, but dismounting to fight with her throwing spears.
Dawn-Breaker had 22 centaurs and 12 unicorns, plus 3 humans who would be riding on the backs of centaurs while using their throwing spears and bows.
Atturous was traveling with Dawn-Breaker adding to his 3 centaurs, one unicorn, one sphinx and 2 humans to the fight.
Brakus had 24 centaurs and 16 unicorns going into battle.
Kreoncles had 29 sphinxes and 16 displacer-beasts with him.
Mariza’s group consisted of: herself and Lena, each with a hippogrif, Esathonia armed with throwing spears, on the back of the mammoth, Đučaviča and Vezava, each with a horse and their bows, the two griffins, 3 Weez-urs and one Weech from Atturous’ clan, all with brooms, and 6 Weez-urs and Maeba from Ceban’s Clan, also with brooms.
Before the portkey had even been activated, those with brooms had stripped down, rubbed each other with warming potion and tied their wands around their neck.
Mariza and Lena would be riding hippogriffs, and so hadn’t needed to strip down and leave everything behind.
Three, two, one . . .
When the portkey stopped spinning Mariza’s group, like the others, was a couple of hours riding distance from the Camp where Mara held the other clans hostage. After reviving and enlarging all the animals, Everyone mounted up on their steed or broom.
Mariza pulled out her divining rod and began dousing for a herd. After flying around in a circle on her hippogriff, Mariza called out: “This way!” and led her group to the East.
After riding or flying over several hills, they came within site of the largest herd of bison any of them had ever seen.
“I didn’t expect so many,” mused Mariza. “I mean, I though we could kill a few and scare them away. But this herd is easily ten times the size I was dousing for. I’m afraid they will scatter if we kill a few.”
“Leave that to me?” replied Lena. “Which way do you want them to go?”
“South. Towards Mara’s camp.” replied Mariza.
Lena rode her hippogriff to the North of the herd where she landed far way. Mariza had signed to her mates not to approach the herd and try to circle to the North of it.
Once she’d landed. Lena apparated closer to the herd, and cast: “Fiendfyre!” before apparating back to the hippogriff.
Seeing the firestorm of living fire monsters appear to the North, the herd began a panicked stampede! Most of the them, as Mariza planed, were fleeing Southward. But some of them were trying to scatter.
“Over there! Stop them!” signed Mariza as she directed Ceban, Groom and Maeba to land their brooms, apparate to the North East and North West of the herd to cast Fiendfyre again and keep the herd on track. Lena, at Mariza’s direction apparated East of the Herd and cast it again before returning to her hippogriff and taking to the air.
The was now an out of control grass fire in a crescent shape that the enormous herd was fleeing due South in a blind panic. Mariza’s group followed as they began their attack.
Suddenly, there was a low rumble.
When everyone began looking around to try to find the source of the rumbling, Wilmara shoved the weez-ur and grabbed the bag of wands before apparating away with a:
Pop!
Appearing behind Zariz, Wilmara cast: “finite, protego, finite, protego, acio Zariz’ wand, protego” and handed Zariz his wand before apparating away again.
Zariz, now free of the encarcerous and the full body bind, used his wand to free himself from the physical ropes. He was free and had his wand. He apparated away.
Appearing behind Đoroči, Wilmara repeated the procedure she’s just used to free Zariz. This time every single one of her shielding charms had been tested by a jinx from her mother, Mara.
“Stop Her!” commanded Mara/Gaea as she tried and failed to prevent Wilmara from freeing Đoroči before apparating away.
Pop!
Zariz appeared behind Ood and began casting to free Ood, while protecting them both with a combination of shield charms and transfigured barriers. He also summoned Ood’s, Luna’s and Zeen’s wands. When he apparated away. Ood had his wand, and he was free he was free.
At the same time, Wilmara had being freeing Selene and restoring her wand to her.
“Stop them!” screamed Mara/Gaea as her hexes failed to penetrate Wilmara’s and Zariz Shields and she dodged a pair of curses from the air. Looking up, she saw Mariza and Lena on their hippogriffs wands in hand, casting at her. A simple disarming charm relieved Mariza of her wand. It took no effort at all on Mara’s part.
But Mariza had known that she didn’t a chance in a duel with Mara. So she had left her wand in her tipi with Zurbgranaza. Instead. She had her quiver full of single use wands she had made years ago during her journey to meet her Soul Mate. Mariza didn’t even try to fight it as Mara relieved her to her now useless wand. She just drew another one from the quiver.
“Sajzov ahare!” yelled Mara as she tried to transfigure Mara into something harmless.
Mara dodged Mariza’s spell cast a stunner at Wilmara, who had just apparated away after freeing Selene. And apparated herself to foil Đoroči’s attempt to apparate and grab her wand.
The rumbling was much louder now.
“Đoroči! Luna’s!” called out Zariz, as he tossed Luna’s wand at him. Zariz then started freeing Zeen. Gaea’s weez-urs were starting to wandlessly cast jinxes at him. But through a combination of shield charms and transfigured barriers, Zeen was able to block them long enough to free Zeen and apparate away.
Wilmara had freed Thonda, while Selene was freeing her mate, Rađiv.
High in the air, Mariza and Lena continued to bombard Mara with curses. Mara dodged Mariza’s curse, Transfigured a bit a ground to rise up and shield her from Lena’s curse, disarmed Mariza again, and sent a stunner back and Lena, who blocked it with a shield charm.
The rumbling was so loud the ground was beginning to shake.
Pop!
Wilmara appeared behind Cruna. While she was freeing her, a couple of Gaea’s weez-urs appeared nearby. It took longer to free Cruna while blocking the jinxes from Gaea’s weez-urs. But when she was done, the gave Cruna both her own and Tama’s wand.
Zariz appeared behind Đeeš and began freeing him while blocking the attacks from Gaea’s minions. When he was done he summoned from Wilmara’s bag and handed Đeeš both his own wand and Zoub’s.
Đoroči, Luna and Zeen all began casting at Mara. Mara was dodging, weaving, casting shields, transfiguring, and apparating furiously as she held of the three on the ground and Mariza and Lena in the air.
At the far edge of the posts Ceban and the others landed their brooms and began freeing people.
Cruna stepped over to Tama and began casting: “Finite! Protego! Fini-” before one of Gaea’s weez-urs stunned her.
Selene appeared behind Roš and freed him. While Rađiv freed Ežgetar. Ood freed Jeenič,
Mara/Gaea was casting furiously as she tried to hold off Đoroči, Luna, Zeen, Mariza and Lena, all at once. Suddenly, just as she was apparating, Mara felt a sharp pain in her back. Hestiathenaurora, whom Mara/Gaea had ignored as she fought, because Hestiathenaurora was one of her most dedicated priestesses, Hestiathenaurora had stuck a knife through Mara’s left kidney!
Pop!
Mara appeared, not a few feet from where she had started, but several hundred yards away from the camp, in the midst of a stampeding herd of bison. One of them knocked her to the ground and another stepped on her chest, shattering her ribs. The next one crushed her skull. The herd continued to trample her as they passed over her.
By now enough of the clanluna people had been freed to negate the fact that the Sungaea were starting to get organized in their attacks. A full-scale battle had begun.
When the bison, centaurs, unicorns, sphinxes and displacer-beast charged into the camp from all directions, Mara’s daughter, Artemiseleneris, grabbed the hand of Nestorheusylvanus looked her two cave-elf servants in the eye and said:
“RUN!”
The Wilmara continued to free her people as they fought viciously against the Sungaea who were attempting to subdue them. The Clanluna, having over the past few days seen their lovers, mates, and children killed before them, were using the most vicious curses they could think of. While the Sungaea were still trying to subdue the Clanluna with disarming charms stunners and if they were muggle, wrestling. All that changed when Mara floated into their midst and shouted:
“KILL THEM! KILL THEM ALL!”
Now both sides were using their deadliest curses, hexes, jinxes and spears.
Having just freed Å iriža, Wilmara gave her the bag of wands and apparated away.
“Pop!”
Wilmara appeared outside a tipi with curses flying. Several men were pouring out of the tipi to join the fight, so they caught the brunt of her spells as she silently cast in all directions (Shield, Disarming, Transfigure, Disembowel, Blast of Steam, Transfigured wall) Wilmara’s Shield Charm was hit by a stray curse. She disarmed one of the men that had come out of the tipi and had raised his arm to cast his spear at her. The spear went flying out of his hand. She turned another man into a mouse. Her Disemboweling Curse, ripped open the abdomen of a third man, who screamed as he fell, clutching his intestines that were pouring out of the hole in him. She shot a cone-shape blast of steam at some weez-urs to the side, scalding them too badly to attack her, then she transfigured a wall into rising out of the ground blocking the weez-urs behind her from cursing her.
A spiral horn suddenly burst from the chest of the man Wilmara disarmed as a unicorn charged him from behind. She was clearly upset at killing the man. But when Wilmara tried to give her a comforting pat, the unicorn shied away from her.
Wilamara waved her wand a the cover ripped off the tipi, revealing Iga, naked and polyjuiced as a little girl, being held down by the sole man to have stayed in the tipi.
A flick of the wand, and the man was knocked off of Iga. Wilmara followed up with a bludgeoning hex to the crotch, then shot a flame out her want that ignited his hair and tunic.
The man ran, in flames, and screaming from them.
A sphinx was no on top of the man Wilmara had disemboweled and was raking him with her claws.
Wilmara had found it very satisfying to meet out a little justice on Iga’s rapists, But this gave her an idea. . . .
“Stay close to me!” commanded Wilmara as Iga nodded her agreement.
No longer was Wilmara fighting for survival. Now she was hunting. As she fought her way through the battle, she sought out several specific people that she wanted to kill.
Through the battle she spotted him. Menelauseus, one of the men who had Forced her. Although much her ordeal had been an alcohol induced haze as they kept forcing bouza down her throat, Wilmara remember the beginning very clearly . . . their faces . . . what they had done that was different from their fellows . . . how they had felt inside her as they Forced her . . . She remembered the first few times they had Forced her with crystal clarity.
Pulling Iga to her side, Wilmara spun with a:
“Pop!”
to appear next him, with a curse already flying.
A wave of her wand transfigured him into a minotaur. A slashing motion of her wand then, gelded him.
Spotting one of his comrades, Herorionestor, wandlessly flinging spells at a centaur, Wilmara apparated her self and Iga to his side.
“Pop!”
A stinging hex to his eye, distracted him, before she violently levatated him up in a arc over several centaurs and into the tentacles of a displacer-beast, who happily pulled him close and bit through his neck.
Wilmara then spotted Proteusargonester. He had cast the bone-breaker curse that surely must have killed her unicorn, Rimu, by now.
“Pop!”
Wilmara silently cast a bone-breaker curse on his neck, and Proteusargonestor fell to the ground helplessly unable to move his arms and legs. Wilmara followed up with another bone-breaker curse to his leg. He screamed in pain. She then repeated herself with his other leg, and his arms. But when Wilmara spotted Priamidaseus, she let Proteusargonestor to die.
All of these men had Forced her over and over . . . so many times that she couldn’t remember them all. But Priamidaseus had been her first. Priamidaseus had Forced her before 1st Rites. He had taken her inocense, her purity, her ability to ride unicorns away forever! And now he was going to pay.
“Pop!”
When Wilmara and Iga appeared before him, she was all ready casting the onion-peel curse.
Priamidaseus howled as his skin began pealing away, layer by layer. Once his skin was gone, his muscles peeled away, causing his organs to flop on the ground as he collapsed. Then the tissues of his organs began pealing away. The last to go where his nerves, which started disintegrating at the periphery of his fingers and toes, gradually worked there way into his spine, then up his spine and into his brain. The pain center was the last part of his brain to go. The whole process to 30 seconds. And Priamedaseus screamed for a long as he still had the organs to do so.
Wilmara stared at the pile of cells that used to be her assailant. in her peripheral vision she saw movement and turned to see Iga sign:
“It is not enough, is it?”
“No, it’s not,” agreed Wilmara. His suffered had ended, but theirs never would.
By now the battle was winding down. Most of the member of the Dragon Camp of the Sungaea were either dead, or had fled. But the bloodlust of the Clanluna was not sated. The people who had watched their children and mates killed one by one, were not breaking into the tipis killing anyone man, woman or child they found within. But when Wilmara spotted several people heading for Mara’s tipi, she had to intervene.
“Pop!”
“No!” shouted Wilmara, as she appeared in front of the entrance of Mara’s tipi. “Not them! These are my sisters!”
The crowd turned away sough out other Sungaea. They kept killing until the only one left fighting, was Mara herself.
“Go ahead! You can’t harm me! I killed you families and there is nothing you can do about it!” crowed Mara, as peoples spells and spears passed harmlessly through her to hit someone of the other side.
The members of the Clanluna continued hurting each other in their attempts to attack Mara, as she taunted them.
“STOP!” shouted Luna, in a magically amplified voice. “Don’t any of you remember? She was Death Cursed years ago! And now the Death Curse has claimed her. She’s just a ghost. Those of you who are muggles can’t even see or hear her. Only people with magic can see her. Mog-Ur, what is the Clan way to treat sprints of the dead?”
“They are not to be acknowledged in any way,” replied Zeen The Mog-Ur. “Clan Tradition is that spirit of the dead are malicious and will try to trick you into following them to the spirit world.”
“And there you have it,” said Luna. “Spirits like her are not to be acknowledged. Ignore her. Look through her like she’s not even there.”
The Clan Weez-urs were the first to unsee Mara. One by one the other Weeches, Weez-urs, centaurs, unicorns and sphinxes pretended that Mara was no longer there.
“No, No! NO!” NOOOOOOOO!” cried Mara as people stopped seeing her.
“My oldest daughter Mara is gone. . .” said Luna. “None of us will ever see her again. And we are the only ones who can see her. If I were her, I would go somewhere far away . . . until the magical people of the world had forgotten that they are not supposed top see her.”
“That will not happen,” signed Maeba. “This woman is Clan. We of the Clan live in our memories. Our memories are for always. This woman will remember and pass her memories on to her daughters who will remember. This woman will remind her daughters not to acknowledge the spirit that was your oldest daughter. And this woman’s daughters with remind their daughters, who will remind their daughters and so on for eternity. And we will always remind you people of the Others, centaurs, unicorns and sphinxes of what she-who-must-not-be-named-seen-or-heard has done, for always!” This woman has spoken!”
Now no one could see the ghost of Mara as she frantically tried to get someone, anyone to acknowledge her.
“Ayla! Ayla! I know I’ve hurt you. Tell me how much you hate me. Go on!” pleaded Mara, who was now in Ayla’s face. “Remember how must Iza pleaded for you to save Ranec? How about Durc, crying for his mama in his last moments!”
Ayla’s face twisted in rage as she put a stone in the make-shift sling she had improvised out of a strip of leather during the battle. She was about to swing the sling when Luna grabbed her arm.
“AYLA! You are fighting with a spirit,” chided Luna.
Author’s note. And that’s the end of the Mara/Mariza storyline. There will be a few other chapters about the aftermath. If I continue after that, the focus will be on Maeba and Zariz.
Clanluna
“Oh! Androm!” sobbed Đelđuma. “I don't think Zariz or Đuča or Lorka are still alive! Let's get mated now!”
Chapter 125: The battle of Dragon Camp
Harry Potter is owned by JK Rowling
Earth’s Children is owned by Jean Auel
“No.” replied Androm.
“What?” asked Đelđuma.
“I would be happy to mate you, but not like this,” explained Androm. “There is still a chance that our mates are alive. If they are, I don’t want them to think we’d abandoned them. . . . . If our mates have not returned by the end of what was supposed to be the Summer Gathering, then we will be mated.”
While, back at the other Summer Gathering, Mariza was organizing a war party.
“‘Thoni will take the mammoth, while the rest of my mate are good at using a bow from horseback. They’ll take the horses.”
“I’ll stay here are watch the children,” volunteered Zurbgranaza.
“Želže is used to hunting from my back, She can go with me,” said Rosen the centaur. “In fact Moković and Brouda are used to riding on us too. They can ride centaurs.”
“Can we put some of the members of Imago Član on centaurs?” asked Mariza.
Dawn-Breaker the centaur nodded.
“Good that gives us 6 more human hunters,” replied Mariza. “Lena as I will be on Hippogrifs, but I need every other Weech and Weez-ur to fly on Brooms. Your job will be to fly in low, as quickly as possible and free any of out people who are left.”
Ceban and Đrin nodded at this.
“I going to have Lena make portkeys for different locations, so we can attack from several different locations,” explained Mariza. “Ekwus, your clan will attack from the East. I know you have to leave some of the unicorns behind to watch the foals, but bring as many centaurs and unicorns as you can.
Lavcles, your sphinxes and displacer-beasts will attack from the south.
Dawn-Breaker and Atturous your clans will attack from the West. Except those on brooms. They will be with me.
Brackus, your clan with attack from the North East.
Kreoncles, Your Clan will attack from the North West.
I will create a distraction before my group attacks from the North. The rest of you, wait until you see me attack before starting your own attack.
My group will consist of people from my clan, Ceban’s clan and those that can fly a broom from Atturous’ clan.”
Once they were all assembled, Lena passed out the portkeys.
Ekwus had 20 centaurs and 17 unicorns going into battle.
Lavcles had 33 Sphinxes, one woman and 13 displacer-beasts in his group. Larkto would be acting as a dragoon, riding to the battle on the back of a Sphinx, but dismounting to fight with her throwing spears.
Dawn-Breaker had 22 centaurs and 12 unicorns, plus 3 humans who would be riding on the backs of centaurs while using their throwing spears and bows.
Atturous was traveling with Dawn-Breaker adding to his 3 centaurs, one unicorn, one sphinx and 2 humans to the fight.
Brakus had 24 centaurs and 16 unicorns going into battle.
Kreoncles had 29 sphinxes and 16 displacer-beasts with him.
Mariza’s group consisted of: herself and Lena, each with a hippogrif, Esathonia armed with throwing spears, on the back of the mammoth, Đučaviča and Vezava, each with a horse and their bows, the two griffins, 3 Weez-urs and one Weech from Atturous’ clan, all with brooms, and 6 Weez-urs and Maeba from Ceban’s Clan, also with brooms.
Before the portkey had even been activated, those with brooms had stripped down, rubbed each other with warming potion and tied their wands around their neck.
Mariza and Lena would be riding hippogriffs, and so hadn’t needed to strip down and leave everything behind.
Three, two, one . . .
When the portkey stopped spinning Mariza’s group, like the others, was a couple of hours riding distance from the Camp where Mara held the other clans hostage. After reviving and enlarging all the animals, Everyone mounted up on their steed or broom.
Mariza pulled out her divining rod and began dousing for a herd. After flying around in a circle on her hippogriff, Mariza called out: “This way!” and led her group to the East.
After riding or flying over several hills, they came within site of the largest herd of bison any of them had ever seen.
“I didn’t expect so many,” mused Mariza. “I mean, I though we could kill a few and scare them away. But this herd is easily ten times the size I was dousing for. I’m afraid they will scatter if we kill a few.”
“Leave that to me?” replied Lena. “Which way do you want them to go?”
“South. Towards Mara’s camp.” replied Mariza.
Lena rode her hippogriff to the North of the herd where she landed far way. Mariza had signed to her mates not to approach the herd and try to circle to the North of it.
Once she’d landed. Lena apparated closer to the herd, and cast: “Fiendfyre!” before apparating back to the hippogriff.
Seeing the firestorm of living fire monsters appear to the North, the herd began a panicked stampede! Most of the them, as Mariza planed, were fleeing Southward. But some of them were trying to scatter.
“Over there! Stop them!” signed Mariza as she directed Ceban, Groom and Maeba to land their brooms, apparate to the North East and North West of the herd to cast Fiendfyre again and keep the herd on track. Lena, at Mariza’s direction apparated East of the Herd and cast it again before returning to her hippogriff and taking to the air.
The was now an out of control grass fire in a crescent shape that the enormous herd was fleeing due South in a blind panic. Mariza’s group followed as they began their attack.
Suddenly, there was a low rumble.
When everyone began looking around to try to find the source of the rumbling, Wilmara shoved the weez-ur and grabbed the bag of wands before apparating away with a:
Pop!
Appearing behind Zariz, Wilmara cast: “finite, protego, finite, protego, acio Zariz’ wand, protego” and handed Zariz his wand before apparating away again.
Zariz, now free of the encarcerous and the full body bind, used his wand to free himself from the physical ropes. He was free and had his wand. He apparated away.
Appearing behind Đoroči, Wilmara repeated the procedure she’s just used to free Zariz. This time every single one of her shielding charms had been tested by a jinx from her mother, Mara.
“Stop Her!” commanded Mara/Gaea as she tried and failed to prevent Wilmara from freeing Đoroči before apparating away.
Pop!
Zariz appeared behind Ood and began casting to free Ood, while protecting them both with a combination of shield charms and transfigured barriers. He also summoned Ood’s, Luna’s and Zeen’s wands. When he apparated away. Ood had his wand, and he was free he was free.
At the same time, Wilmara had being freeing Selene and restoring her wand to her.
“Stop them!” screamed Mara/Gaea as her hexes failed to penetrate Wilmara’s and Zariz Shields and she dodged a pair of curses from the air. Looking up, she saw Mariza and Lena on their hippogriffs wands in hand, casting at her. A simple disarming charm relieved Mariza of her wand. It took no effort at all on Mara’s part.
But Mariza had known that she didn’t a chance in a duel with Mara. So she had left her wand in her tipi with Zurbgranaza. Instead. She had her quiver full of single use wands she had made years ago during her journey to meet her Soul Mate. Mariza didn’t even try to fight it as Mara relieved her to her now useless wand. She just drew another one from the quiver.
“Sajzov ahare!” yelled Mara as she tried to transfigure Mara into something harmless.
Mara dodged Mariza’s spell cast a stunner at Wilmara, who had just apparated away after freeing Selene. And apparated herself to foil Đoroči’s attempt to apparate and grab her wand.
The rumbling was much louder now.
“Đoroči! Luna’s!” called out Zariz, as he tossed Luna’s wand at him. Zariz then started freeing Zeen. Gaea’s weez-urs were starting to wandlessly cast jinxes at him. But through a combination of shield charms and transfigured barriers, Zeen was able to block them long enough to free Zeen and apparate away.
Wilmara had freed Thonda, while Selene was freeing her mate, Rađiv.
High in the air, Mariza and Lena continued to bombard Mara with curses. Mara dodged Mariza’s curse, Transfigured a bit a ground to rise up and shield her from Lena’s curse, disarmed Mariza again, and sent a stunner back and Lena, who blocked it with a shield charm.
The rumbling was so loud the ground was beginning to shake.
Pop!
Wilmara appeared behind Cruna. While she was freeing her, a couple of Gaea’s weez-urs appeared nearby. It took longer to free Cruna while blocking the jinxes from Gaea’s weez-urs. But when she was done, the gave Cruna both her own and Tama’s wand.
Zariz appeared behind Đeeš and began freeing him while blocking the attacks from Gaea’s minions. When he was done he summoned from Wilmara’s bag and handed Đeeš both his own wand and Zoub’s.
Đoroči, Luna and Zeen all began casting at Mara. Mara was dodging, weaving, casting shields, transfiguring, and apparating furiously as she held of the three on the ground and Mariza and Lena in the air.
At the far edge of the posts Ceban and the others landed their brooms and began freeing people.
Cruna stepped over to Tama and began casting: “Finite! Protego! Fini-” before one of Gaea’s weez-urs stunned her.
Selene appeared behind Roš and freed him. While Rađiv freed Ežgetar. Ood freed Jeenič,
Mara/Gaea was casting furiously as she tried to hold off Đoroči, Luna, Zeen, Mariza and Lena, all at once. Suddenly, just as she was apparating, Mara felt a sharp pain in her back. Hestiathenaurora, whom Mara/Gaea had ignored as she fought, because Hestiathenaurora was one of her most dedicated priestesses, Hestiathenaurora had stuck a knife through Mara’s left kidney!
Pop!
Mara appeared, not a few feet from where she had started, but several hundred yards away from the camp, in the midst of a stampeding herd of bison. One of them knocked her to the ground and another stepped on her chest, shattering her ribs. The next one crushed her skull. The herd continued to trample her as they passed over her.
By now enough of the clanluna people had been freed to negate the fact that the Sungaea were starting to get organized in their attacks. A full-scale battle had begun.
When the bison, centaurs, unicorns, sphinxes and displacer-beast charged into the camp from all directions, Mara’s daughter, Artemiseleneris, grabbed the hand of Nestorheusylvanus looked her two cave-elf servants in the eye and said:
“RUN!”
The Wilmara continued to free her people as they fought viciously against the Sungaea who were attempting to subdue them. The Clanluna, having over the past few days seen their lovers, mates, and children killed before them, were using the most vicious curses they could think of. While the Sungaea were still trying to subdue the Clanluna with disarming charms stunners and if they were muggle, wrestling. All that changed when Mara floated into their midst and shouted:
“KILL THEM! KILL THEM ALL!”
Now both sides were using their deadliest curses, hexes, jinxes and spears.
Having just freed Å iriža, Wilmara gave her the bag of wands and apparated away.
“Pop!”
Wilmara appeared outside a tipi with curses flying. Several men were pouring out of the tipi to join the fight, so they caught the brunt of her spells as she silently cast in all directions (Shield, Disarming, Transfigure, Disembowel, Blast of Steam, Transfigured wall) Wilmara’s Shield Charm was hit by a stray curse. She disarmed one of the men that had come out of the tipi and had raised his arm to cast his spear at her. The spear went flying out of his hand. She turned another man into a mouse. Her Disemboweling Curse, ripped open the abdomen of a third man, who screamed as he fell, clutching his intestines that were pouring out of the hole in him. She shot a cone-shape blast of steam at some weez-urs to the side, scalding them too badly to attack her, then she transfigured a wall into rising out of the ground blocking the weez-urs behind her from cursing her.
A spiral horn suddenly burst from the chest of the man Wilmara disarmed as a unicorn charged him from behind. She was clearly upset at killing the man. But when Wilmara tried to give her a comforting pat, the unicorn shied away from her.
Wilamara waved her wand a the cover ripped off the tipi, revealing Iga, naked and polyjuiced as a little girl, being held down by the sole man to have stayed in the tipi.
A flick of the wand, and the man was knocked off of Iga. Wilmara followed up with a bludgeoning hex to the crotch, then shot a flame out her want that ignited his hair and tunic.
The man ran, in flames, and screaming from them.
A sphinx was no on top of the man Wilmara had disemboweled and was raking him with her claws.
Wilmara had found it very satisfying to meet out a little justice on Iga’s rapists, But this gave her an idea. . . .
“Stay close to me!” commanded Wilmara as Iga nodded her agreement.
No longer was Wilmara fighting for survival. Now she was hunting. As she fought her way through the battle, she sought out several specific people that she wanted to kill.
Through the battle she spotted him. Menelauseus, one of the men who had Forced her. Although much her ordeal had been an alcohol induced haze as they kept forcing bouza down her throat, Wilmara remember the beginning very clearly . . . their faces . . . what they had done that was different from their fellows . . . how they had felt inside her as they Forced her . . . She remembered the first few times they had Forced her with crystal clarity.
Pulling Iga to her side, Wilmara spun with a:
“Pop!”
to appear next him, with a curse already flying.
A wave of her wand transfigured him into a minotaur. A slashing motion of her wand then, gelded him.
Spotting one of his comrades, Herorionestor, wandlessly flinging spells at a centaur, Wilmara apparated her self and Iga to his side.
“Pop!”
A stinging hex to his eye, distracted him, before she violently levatated him up in a arc over several centaurs and into the tentacles of a displacer-beast, who happily pulled him close and bit through his neck.
Wilmara then spotted Proteusargonester. He had cast the bone-breaker curse that surely must have killed her unicorn, Rimu, by now.
“Pop!”
Wilmara silently cast a bone-breaker curse on his neck, and Proteusargonestor fell to the ground helplessly unable to move his arms and legs. Wilmara followed up with another bone-breaker curse to his leg. He screamed in pain. She then repeated herself with his other leg, and his arms. But when Wilmara spotted Priamidaseus, she let Proteusargonestor to die.
All of these men had Forced her over and over . . . so many times that she couldn’t remember them all. But Priamidaseus had been her first. Priamidaseus had Forced her before 1st Rites. He had taken her inocense, her purity, her ability to ride unicorns away forever! And now he was going to pay.
“Pop!”
When Wilmara and Iga appeared before him, she was all ready casting the onion-peel curse.
Priamidaseus howled as his skin began pealing away, layer by layer. Once his skin was gone, his muscles peeled away, causing his organs to flop on the ground as he collapsed. Then the tissues of his organs began pealing away. The last to go where his nerves, which started disintegrating at the periphery of his fingers and toes, gradually worked there way into his spine, then up his spine and into his brain. The pain center was the last part of his brain to go. The whole process to 30 seconds. And Priamedaseus screamed for a long as he still had the organs to do so.
Wilmara stared at the pile of cells that used to be her assailant. in her peripheral vision she saw movement and turned to see Iga sign:
“It is not enough, is it?”
“No, it’s not,” agreed Wilmara. His suffered had ended, but theirs never would.
By now the battle was winding down. Most of the member of the Dragon Camp of the Sungaea were either dead, or had fled. But the bloodlust of the Clanluna was not sated. The people who had watched their children and mates killed one by one, were not breaking into the tipis killing anyone man, woman or child they found within. But when Wilmara spotted several people heading for Mara’s tipi, she had to intervene.
“Pop!”
“No!” shouted Wilmara, as she appeared in front of the entrance of Mara’s tipi. “Not them! These are my sisters!”
The crowd turned away sough out other Sungaea. They kept killing until the only one left fighting, was Mara herself.
“Go ahead! You can’t harm me! I killed you families and there is nothing you can do about it!” crowed Mara, as peoples spells and spears passed harmlessly through her to hit someone of the other side.
The members of the Clanluna continued hurting each other in their attempts to attack Mara, as she taunted them.
“STOP!” shouted Luna, in a magically amplified voice. “Don’t any of you remember? She was Death Cursed years ago! And now the Death Curse has claimed her. She’s just a ghost. Those of you who are muggles can’t even see or hear her. Only people with magic can see her. Mog-Ur, what is the Clan way to treat sprints of the dead?”
“They are not to be acknowledged in any way,” replied Zeen The Mog-Ur. “Clan Tradition is that spirit of the dead are malicious and will try to trick you into following them to the spirit world.”
“And there you have it,” said Luna. “Spirits like her are not to be acknowledged. Ignore her. Look through her like she’s not even there.”
The Clan Weez-urs were the first to unsee Mara. One by one the other Weeches, Weez-urs, centaurs, unicorns and sphinxes pretended that Mara was no longer there.
“No, No! NO!” NOOOOOOOO!” cried Mara as people stopped seeing her.
“My oldest daughter Mara is gone. . .” said Luna. “None of us will ever see her again. And we are the only ones who can see her. If I were her, I would go somewhere far away . . . until the magical people of the world had forgotten that they are not supposed top see her.”
“That will not happen,” signed Maeba. “This woman is Clan. We of the Clan live in our memories. Our memories are for always. This woman will remember and pass her memories on to her daughters who will remember. This woman will remind her daughters not to acknowledge the spirit that was your oldest daughter. And this woman’s daughters with remind their daughters, who will remind their daughters and so on for eternity. And we will always remind you people of the Others, centaurs, unicorns and sphinxes of what she-who-must-not-be-named-seen-or-heard has done, for always!” This woman has spoken!”
Now no one could see the ghost of Mara as she frantically tried to get someone, anyone to acknowledge her.
“Ayla! Ayla! I know I’ve hurt you. Tell me how much you hate me. Go on!” pleaded Mara, who was now in Ayla’s face. “Remember how must Iza pleaded for you to save Ranec? How about Durc, crying for his mama in his last moments!”
Ayla’s face twisted in rage as she put a stone in the make-shift sling she had improvised out of a strip of leather during the battle. She was about to swing the sling when Luna grabbed her arm.
“AYLA! You are fighting with a spirit,” chided Luna.
Author’s note. And that’s the end of the Mara/Mariza storyline. There will be a few other chapters about the aftermath. If I continue after that, the focus will be on Maeba and Zariz.
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