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Clancreb
Earth’s Children is owned by Jean Auel
Harry Potter is owned by J.K. Rowling
Chapter 62: Trapped in a Blizzard
“Zag, why did you bring these women of the Others here?” Broud signed.
“These are our mates,” signed Groob. “We couldn’t find mates at the Clan Gathering. So we went to the Others to find mates.”
“Do they know how to speak properly?” Broud signed.
“They do not,” signed Grug. “We even had to change their names. Their old names were too difficult for us to say.”
“If they can not speak properly, how do you know they agree to be your mates?” Broud signed.
“We made them agree,” signed Groob.
“How did you do that?” Broud signed.
“The same way that Harr tamed the honey lover,” signed Groob. “We used our magic to make them our mates.”
“Harr, talk to the women, see if they agree to join our Clan,” signed Broud.
“Hello? Can you understand me?” asked Harr, in English.
But the woman looked back at him in incomprehension.
“She does not know this man’s Others speaking sounds,” signed Harr. “Perhaps, Ayla or Iga knows their sounds?”
Seeing that Iga was closest, Broud called her over:
“Iga! See if you can speak the Others mouth sounds of these women,” signed Broud.
Iga stepped forward and immediately recognized one of the women.
“Medeathenariadne?”
“Andromedanaea!” greeted the woman, in Sungaean. “What are you doing here? I thought you were dead, along with the rest of your camp!”
“I’m called Iga now. Some of these people saved me and adopted me into this Clan. I’m now their one-who-serves-the-Mother for them now. I even have a mate. How did you come to be here?”
“I just had this sudden urge to walk away from the camp,” replied Medeathenariadne. “Not far from the camp, I met Groob here, and I instantly knew I wanted to be his mate. My name was too difficult for him, so he shortened it to Medi. I never thought I would ever want to mate a flathead. But something about his magic just makes it feel so good!”
“So he used magic to make you want to be his mate?” asked Iga.
“Oh yes! But the magic feel so good! I don’t mind it at all!” replied Medi. “After he brought me to him, I saw his friends do the same.”
“How did they do it?” Iga asked.
“They would point sticks at the Camp and a woman would come out to the man who had called her,” explained Medi. “Once they met the flathead who had called her, she would instantly want to be his mate. All the flatheads did this. As soon as they all had a mate, we ran away from the Camp. It took us several days, but now we are here in our new home. It feels so good to be here!”
Iga turned to translate to her Leader.
“The men of the Clan used magic to lure them out of their Others clan and to make them want to be their mates,” signed Iga.
“What kind of magic?” Broud signed. “This weez-ur does not know that kind of magic.”
“This Weez-Ur does,” signed Harr. “It is called the Imperius Curse and amongst this Weez-Ur’s first people it was considered very bad thing to do to a person, one of the worse kinds of things a weez-ur could do.”
“You taught them to do such magic?” Broud signed.
“This Weez-Ur did not,” signed Harr. “This Weez-Ur purposely did not teach anyone this curse.”
“Then how did they learn it?” Broud signed.
“This weez-ur taught himself,” Groob signed. “The man, Harr, used it to tame the honey lover. Once this weez-ur knew that such a thing was possible, he figured out how to do it and taught others the spell.”
“Who else knows this magic?” Broud signed.
“All of the men who went with this man know the spell,” signed Groob.
“And Uba,” signed Harr. “She learned it back when she was Luna from the same source this Weez-Ur did.”
By now the wind was loudly howling. Outside, the snow was falling sideways and so thick you couldn’t see very far outside the cave.
“We can’t send the women of the Others away in that,” signed Broud. “For now, they will have to stay. Hearths will be set up for you and your new mates in the back of the cave.”
“You can’t let them stay under the control of these men who are Forcing them to be their mates! It’s wrong!” Harr signed.
Iga abruptly sat in front of Harr, trying to get his attention. What ever she had to say, it was obviously very important to her for her to make this gesture. Harr tapped her on the shoulder.
“The women can not be released from the magic that makes them happy to be here,” signed Iga.
“This man can not believe you would say such a thing!” Harr signed. “Why wouldn’t you want them released?”
“They should be released,” signed Iga. “But not now. With the winter storm, we are all trapped in the cave. If the women were released, it would only make them very unhappy as they were forced to spend the winter with what they regard as a pack of flatheads. This Clanluna can tell that their new mates have already Shared Pleasures with them. If they were free, these women would view those experiences as having been Forced by flatheads. It would be very traumatic for them to be forced to spend the winter with the flatheads that Forced them.”
“So we should just let them continue to be Forced?” Harr waved.
“As they are now, they do not see it as being Forced,” signed Iga. “And in Spring when we free them, do you have some magic that can make them forget their time amongst us?”
“Yes, this Weez-Ur does,” signed Harr. “This Weez-Ur can erase their memories of us.”
“Then, it is settled,” signed Broud. “The men and their new mates will have new hearths in the back of the cave. But not the boys.”
“Why not?” Zoud signed.
“You boys are not yet men,” signed Broud. “You will not get mates or hearths until after your manhood hunts, next spring.”
Harr was not happy about this.
A few days later and Broud reversed himself and allowed the boys to have mates after all. Harr began to get suspicious.
Those suspicions came to a head one day when Broud called a meeting:
“Now that this Leader no longer has children at his hearth, it seems a good time to pass the Leadership on to another. From now on, Groob shall be your Leader.”
“But this man was supposed to be Leader after you!” waved Brac. “Has this man displeased you in some manner?”
Seeing Brac’s outburst, Groob waved his wand at him.
“This man sees now,” signed Brac. ‘It is only right that Groob Leads us.”
“Groob stop this!” Harr waved. “It is obvious that you have placed Broud and Brac under the Imperius Curse! Let them go, or this Weez-ur will make you!”
Harr then, drew his wand. So did all the young men that hand imperioed their mates. Ayla and Uba drew theirs. Now every weez-ur in the Clan pulled out their wands.
“Don’t make this Weez-Ur do this,” signed Harr. “Don’t make this Weez-Ur take you down. . . “
Groob waved his wand and put Harr under the Imperius Curse. Harr felt warmth and happiness come over him. But it was a simple matter for Harr to throw it off. Groob was much weaker than Barty Crouch or Voldemort.
“That won’t work on this Weez-Ur,” signed Harr, before casting a stunner at Groob, who failed to dodge it.
Now all the young men were casting the imperius curse at the remaining members of the Clan.
“Protego!” shouted Ayla, as she tried to protect herself against the imperius curse that Zag cast on her. But a Shielding Charm was useless against the unforgivable Imperious Curse.
“Stupefy!” yelled Ayla, as she stunned Harr from behind.
Harr turned as she incanted, but failed to dodge when he realized she was aiming at him.
Harr awoke with the whole Clan arrayed before him. He was under the Imperious Curse again. He easily threw it off.
“This weez-ur has managed to take control of everyone in this Clan . . . everyone except you,” signed Groob. “And now, there is nothing you can do to stop us! The Mog-Ur has already performed the ceremony. This man is Leader, now.”
“You are no Leader of mine!” Harr waved.
“Yes. This Leader knows that,” signed Groob. “That’s why this Leader has already sent the Mog-Ur to cast a Death Curse on you.”
Zeen emerged from the mog-ur’s chamber of the cave.
“The Death Curse had been laid,” signed Zeen The Mog-Ur.
One by one the members of the Clan turned away from Harr until only Ayla was left. Tears were streaming down her face.
“You must turn away also,” signed Groob.
“My mate has died,” signed Ayla, before she turned away also.
Earth’s Children is owned by Jean Auel
Harry Potter is owned by J.K. Rowling
Chapter 62: Trapped in a Blizzard
“Zag, why did you bring these women of the Others here?” Broud signed.
“These are our mates,” signed Groob. “We couldn’t find mates at the Clan Gathering. So we went to the Others to find mates.”
“Do they know how to speak properly?” Broud signed.
“They do not,” signed Grug. “We even had to change their names. Their old names were too difficult for us to say.”
“If they can not speak properly, how do you know they agree to be your mates?” Broud signed.
“We made them agree,” signed Groob.
“How did you do that?” Broud signed.
“The same way that Harr tamed the honey lover,” signed Groob. “We used our magic to make them our mates.”
“Harr, talk to the women, see if they agree to join our Clan,” signed Broud.
“Hello? Can you understand me?” asked Harr, in English.
But the woman looked back at him in incomprehension.
“She does not know this man’s Others speaking sounds,” signed Harr. “Perhaps, Ayla or Iga knows their sounds?”
Seeing that Iga was closest, Broud called her over:
“Iga! See if you can speak the Others mouth sounds of these women,” signed Broud.
Iga stepped forward and immediately recognized one of the women.
“Medeathenariadne?”
“Andromedanaea!” greeted the woman, in Sungaean. “What are you doing here? I thought you were dead, along with the rest of your camp!”
“I’m called Iga now. Some of these people saved me and adopted me into this Clan. I’m now their one-who-serves-the-Mother for them now. I even have a mate. How did you come to be here?”
“I just had this sudden urge to walk away from the camp,” replied Medeathenariadne. “Not far from the camp, I met Groob here, and I instantly knew I wanted to be his mate. My name was too difficult for him, so he shortened it to Medi. I never thought I would ever want to mate a flathead. But something about his magic just makes it feel so good!”
“So he used magic to make you want to be his mate?” asked Iga.
“Oh yes! But the magic feel so good! I don’t mind it at all!” replied Medi. “After he brought me to him, I saw his friends do the same.”
“How did they do it?” Iga asked.
“They would point sticks at the Camp and a woman would come out to the man who had called her,” explained Medi. “Once they met the flathead who had called her, she would instantly want to be his mate. All the flatheads did this. As soon as they all had a mate, we ran away from the Camp. It took us several days, but now we are here in our new home. It feels so good to be here!”
Iga turned to translate to her Leader.
“The men of the Clan used magic to lure them out of their Others clan and to make them want to be their mates,” signed Iga.
“What kind of magic?” Broud signed. “This weez-ur does not know that kind of magic.”
“This Weez-Ur does,” signed Harr. “It is called the Imperius Curse and amongst this Weez-Ur’s first people it was considered very bad thing to do to a person, one of the worse kinds of things a weez-ur could do.”
“You taught them to do such magic?” Broud signed.
“This Weez-Ur did not,” signed Harr. “This Weez-Ur purposely did not teach anyone this curse.”
“Then how did they learn it?” Broud signed.
“This weez-ur taught himself,” Groob signed. “The man, Harr, used it to tame the honey lover. Once this weez-ur knew that such a thing was possible, he figured out how to do it and taught others the spell.”
“Who else knows this magic?” Broud signed.
“All of the men who went with this man know the spell,” signed Groob.
“And Uba,” signed Harr. “She learned it back when she was Luna from the same source this Weez-Ur did.”
By now the wind was loudly howling. Outside, the snow was falling sideways and so thick you couldn’t see very far outside the cave.
“We can’t send the women of the Others away in that,” signed Broud. “For now, they will have to stay. Hearths will be set up for you and your new mates in the back of the cave.”
“You can’t let them stay under the control of these men who are Forcing them to be their mates! It’s wrong!” Harr signed.
Iga abruptly sat in front of Harr, trying to get his attention. What ever she had to say, it was obviously very important to her for her to make this gesture. Harr tapped her on the shoulder.
“The women can not be released from the magic that makes them happy to be here,” signed Iga.
“This man can not believe you would say such a thing!” Harr signed. “Why wouldn’t you want them released?”
“They should be released,” signed Iga. “But not now. With the winter storm, we are all trapped in the cave. If the women were released, it would only make them very unhappy as they were forced to spend the winter with what they regard as a pack of flatheads. This Clanluna can tell that their new mates have already Shared Pleasures with them. If they were free, these women would view those experiences as having been Forced by flatheads. It would be very traumatic for them to be forced to spend the winter with the flatheads that Forced them.”
“So we should just let them continue to be Forced?” Harr waved.
“As they are now, they do not see it as being Forced,” signed Iga. “And in Spring when we free them, do you have some magic that can make them forget their time amongst us?”
“Yes, this Weez-Ur does,” signed Harr. “This Weez-Ur can erase their memories of us.”
“Then, it is settled,” signed Broud. “The men and their new mates will have new hearths in the back of the cave. But not the boys.”
“Why not?” Zoud signed.
“You boys are not yet men,” signed Broud. “You will not get mates or hearths until after your manhood hunts, next spring.”
Harr was not happy about this.
A few days later and Broud reversed himself and allowed the boys to have mates after all. Harr began to get suspicious.
Those suspicions came to a head one day when Broud called a meeting:
“Now that this Leader no longer has children at his hearth, it seems a good time to pass the Leadership on to another. From now on, Groob shall be your Leader.”
“But this man was supposed to be Leader after you!” waved Brac. “Has this man displeased you in some manner?”
Seeing Brac’s outburst, Groob waved his wand at him.
“This man sees now,” signed Brac. ‘It is only right that Groob Leads us.”
“Groob stop this!” Harr waved. “It is obvious that you have placed Broud and Brac under the Imperius Curse! Let them go, or this Weez-ur will make you!”
Harr then, drew his wand. So did all the young men that hand imperioed their mates. Ayla and Uba drew theirs. Now every weez-ur in the Clan pulled out their wands.
“Don’t make this Weez-Ur do this,” signed Harr. “Don’t make this Weez-Ur take you down. . . “
Groob waved his wand and put Harr under the Imperius Curse. Harr felt warmth and happiness come over him. But it was a simple matter for Harr to throw it off. Groob was much weaker than Barty Crouch or Voldemort.
“That won’t work on this Weez-Ur,” signed Harr, before casting a stunner at Groob, who failed to dodge it.
Now all the young men were casting the imperius curse at the remaining members of the Clan.
“Protego!” shouted Ayla, as she tried to protect herself against the imperius curse that Zag cast on her. But a Shielding Charm was useless against the unforgivable Imperious Curse.
“Stupefy!” yelled Ayla, as she stunned Harr from behind.
Harr turned as she incanted, but failed to dodge when he realized she was aiming at him.
Harr awoke with the whole Clan arrayed before him. He was under the Imperious Curse again. He easily threw it off.
“This weez-ur has managed to take control of everyone in this Clan . . . everyone except you,” signed Groob. “And now, there is nothing you can do to stop us! The Mog-Ur has already performed the ceremony. This man is Leader, now.”
“You are no Leader of mine!” Harr waved.
“Yes. This Leader knows that,” signed Groob. “That’s why this Leader has already sent the Mog-Ur to cast a Death Curse on you.”
Zeen emerged from the mog-ur’s chamber of the cave.
“The Death Curse had been laid,” signed Zeen The Mog-Ur.
One by one the members of the Clan turned away from Harr until only Ayla was left. Tears were streaming down her face.
“You must turn away also,” signed Groob.
“My mate has died,” signed Ayla, before she turned away also.
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