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VxPoem ID: 31794
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myth_legend
Posted: January 26th. 2008 3:54:17 PM
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Ethereal (Part 13) Arrested
by Moonlight Wolf
Age Group: Adult
It had been dull and gloomy
And it was late in the day.
Many had said that
It looked like rain would come.
Faye had rested
By the great green stone
That was the centre
Of the Power Haunt.
She made her way home
As the sun began to set.
Watching for lights
That came from homes
She trod carefully
Not wanting to be injured
So she would be able
To face another day of work.
However as she saw
The first house looming close
She knew that there
Was something wrong,
For no light came from it.
Faye looked towards
The next house,
No light was there either.
At this point she wondered
Whether something had happened.
Quietly she wandered
Through Karmia
Wondering why
All the houses were dark.
Normally little lights
Shone from them
As the sun went down
And the moon arose.
Further through Karmia she went
Seeing not one house with a light.
She passed the pub,
Even that was in darkness.
Soon she saw the entire town
Gathered around her house.
Faye rushed forwards
In a sudden panic.
Had something happened
To her parents?
Not really wanting to
Draw attention to herself
Faye swallowed the feeling
Of shyness in her throat
And asked the nearest man
What was going on.
There was no answer
The man moved aside
To let her through.
Faye meandered through
The sea of townsfolk
Muttering 'excuse me'
And asking for passage.
Suddenly she saw her mother
All tied up and knelt down.
Her father was being dragged out
And he too was forced down and tied.
The ones who did it
Wore brown and gold robes,
Hooded and hiding their faces,
Some holding torches.
Faye's father saw her and
Cried out in anger,
"This is all your fault, slut."
The robed ones took one look
Seeing Faye in a state of confusion.
Two rushed upon her
Grabbing her arms
Faye was silent
To nervous to speak.
She knew not
What was happening to her.
"We are the servants
Of the Holy Guide." One said.
Faye instantly thought of Killian.
Had he sent these men
To tie up her family
And grab hold of her?
"You will be taken to
The woods to be tested."
So the robed figures
Dragged Faye to the woods
With her parents towed behind
Still tied.
Back past the houses,
Back towards the trees,
Torches lit the way
As Faye was dragged back
Back to the woods.
The stopped in the spot
The very spot
That Killian had heard
The Holy Guide tell him
About the deceit of
The spirit of the Haunt.
"Oh Holy Guide
Speak out your will
Tell us what you make
Of this woman before you."
(At this the Holy Guide exclaimed
"She is the one
Who stays at the dwelling
Of a spirit of a foul and deceitful nature.)
Faye did not hear anything.
Yet her parents went white in the face.
"Why I knew you were naught
But a very wicked slut." Her father said.
"Please do not hurt my Faye."
Her poor, frail mother said.
Both were hit on the head
For their troubled words.
("She has forsaken
My path into all goodness.
What else can she be but evil.")
"Oh Holy Guide
Gracious light upon the great souls
And who leads the misguided
To their salvation.
What is your will regarding her?"
The robed ones said.
"Wait I cannot hear." Cried Faye.
She could not.
To her they were talking to air.
(A load of hot air,
Trixie and Will would have said.)
("You see what has happened to her,
You see what that spirit has done.
It has made her deaf to me
And she refuses to hear me.
Take her to where all enemies dwell,
Take her to Jared Hallows.")
"You are to be taken away."
The robed ones said.
"Taken to Jared Hallows.
Only the most wicked rest there
So we are sure a deafened woman
Like your wicked self
Would find no quarrel with others
In such a foul and forsaken place."
Faye's parents spoke up
Her mother spoke forst.
"My poor young Faye.
I cannot believe she is evil,
She who's hard work
Has helped carry me through
My many years of ailing.
Please let her stay,
I am unsure whether
I could cope without her."
The robed men attacked her
Hitting her several times.
"Leave her alone!" Cried Faye,
Only to recieve a blow or two herself.
Her father spoke next
Although not in loving terms
"You can't take her away,
Who'll cook my meals
And clean my house."
"You have a wife."
One of the robed said.
"She's too ill." Faye's father complained.
"She couldn't sweep a floor without pain."
"You have health."
Another robed one replied.
"You clean your house
As your daughter is now arrested."
Faye was dragged
Back through the village
Up through the gates
And into the darkness of the forest.
She had been now
Named as an enemy
To the Holy Guide.
Such was the task
Of these robed men and women
To take her down
To the horrid Jared Hallows.
Author's Notes: Well I hinted about this in my notes to part 12. Faye's parents get a bit more of a view here, although they won't really develop much.
Don't forget that these are now coming in on a daily basis rather than a weekly one so if you've missed a part, or think you've missed a part (ie: it doesn't make sense) then check my listings for any part you might have missed. That is, if you like reading this rather bizarre load of wierdness.
I do warn you, it gets pretty mean from here. (Well Killian gets mean anyway. And crazy.)
Enjoy anyway.
If you're not bored.
Author's Location: Bradford, England
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