Tuesday, March 29, 2005

Chapter 19 (finally)
“Allamanda cathartica; alamanda cathartica; flitallaries; flitallaries. I WILL remember them.” Aquilo paced back and forth as he waited for the other hawks to wake. He had learned five hundred years ago not to wake up the hawks, especially the older ones. He, being the equivalent of a seventeen year old human, did not hold the authority to decide what was important enough to wake the pack.
Finally he heard the ruffling of feathers and knew that someone had stirred. He rushed outside, new coat flapping, but not tripping him, because he had habituated himself to its existence. He jumped for joy when he found that the one who had waked was Glaite, the head of the pack. He would be able to decide that it was worth rousing the others early for!!
“Glaite, sir, please, you need to wake the other hawks, there is an emergency!”
“What is the emergency, Aquilo?” Glaite groaned “And what on earth happened to your feathers?” he exclaimed when he cleared his eyes with feathered wings.
“It’s part of the emergency! Some people have been poisoned and need a cure. A hawk’s feathers and a dead hawk’s feathers were part of it; they took Tamaqua’s feathers also.” He bowed his head for a second remembering how Tamaqua had succumbed to that illness. “Anyway, they are way too tired to gather the rest of the ingredients, and they didn’t say it, but I think the poison is God’s blood by the ingredients they have told me. Since there is a variation in part of the recipe, I think one of the victims is a vampire, and the elves would not help a vampire unless she was the strong one.”
“How long have you been up to figure that out? You are more perceptive than I thought Aquilo, for I think I do remember hearing from a small hawk that a vampire wearing the ring was coming with Tyrrea.” Glaite sighed “You are right; we shall gather what they have asked us to gather, let us go. It is already noon.” Glaite stretched as he said this, and readied himself to make the call.

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Tyrrea, battered and bruised, lay in the hospital wing thinking. If she did not somehow wake Brea for a second time-she had heard of her brief conscious moments- Brea would die. What could she do? She thought back on every conversation she had ever had with the vampire, and realized that there was one way, and only one way.
The Elf jumped out of her cot, and crossed over to the pale, long haired, sleeping lump on the mattress. The amulet of the dead; she must use the amulet of the dead. Tyrrea grabbed the amulet, and willed it to work, but she could not even hear the slightest sound from the other side. She thought for what seemed like decades, though only a few minutes passed.
Tyrrea chanted many spells and when she had finally given up, a few hours later, she yelled “God help me! I will never get this right!” and threw the gold and sapphire amulet at the ground. She sank down to the floor, and seemed defeated, but then the magical necklace suddenly stopped inches from the cold stone floor, floated up to be level with Tyrrea’s eyes, and started to glow. Immediately her face brightened, and she stood up. The amulet rose with her.
Tyrrea thought of what she had said to activate the forsaken, no, blessed, piece of jewelry. “God help me.” She mumbled under her breath; that was the incantation, god help me. She wondered if it would work in English, for she had been speaking in Elvin, and immediately thrust the thought out of her brain as unimportant.
“Let me speak the one who knows Brea the best.” She said, hoping it sounded like a command and would be followed. Out of the blue the amulet began to spin, and an image came out of the gust it created.
“I am Faradon, the one who knows Brea best.” The ghostly image stated as fact.

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A squawk loud enough to raise the dead shook the jagged peaks surrounding the nesting area of the hawks. Glaite was waking the pack, the only way he knew how, the emergency call. The slumbering, snoring birds woke in a split second, in a flurry of feathers and took their places in line to here the emergency. After a minute of ground shaking noise; silence. Every bird on the rock plateau stood perfectly still. Finally, Glaite told them “I believe that Aquilo has something to say.”
“Thank you sir; yes, I do.” He paused, cleared his throat while trying to think of where to start, and continued “The Elves need our help. One of them, along with the strongest good vampire, has been poisoned with God’s Blood. In helping them, we are helping ourselves, for without them evil would rule. We must find for them some plants while Destina, Tyrrea’s dragon, puts Tyrrea to bed for she has exhausted her energy.” No one asked who Tyrrea was for they all knew that she was the strongest good elf. “We must find for them two Alamanda Catharticas, and…” He stopped in mid-sentence for Destina came walking onto the plateau.
“And we shall need two flitallaries from human land.” Destina finished for him, “But that is not all. We shall also have to hunt for a dead dragon and take their tooth. Then I will go to Tyrrea and see if she has found a way to retrieve the other ingredient.”

ok, im almost to the next part of action...srry for all the suspense, be sure to tell me if its too much and getting boring k??
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