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Tales of Nightshade: Curse of Job (Part Two)

Posted by LediaR on February 28, 2013
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Mortar and PestleAt first, the images came slowly; then they swept the atmosphere in a broad panorama.  Brunda gazed upon the ephemeral portrayal of Luena’s capture; a consuming fury blazed within her as the scenes played to their conclusion.  She cast the spell several times more to see if she could make out who the men were, but each time the images came through much too vaguely.

“The savages!”  Brunda tore at the air.  Then she turned to Mandrake.  “Though it irks me to have to admit it, I need Druzelle’s assistance in this.  With her talent,” Brunda almost choked on the words. “For making people believe she is what she is not, perhaps Druzelle can go into that cursed village and find out what has become of the child.”  Mandrake meowed loudly and in a wink was gone to carry Brunda’s message.

Druzelle listened carefully to Mandrake while tears of rage filled her blue eyes.  Then, in a twinkling of an eye, she vanished from the forest and appeared behind one of the village shops, wearing the guise of the village gardener.  She maintained that the townsfolk were always eager to accommodate the talented botanist.

Unfortunately, the information Druzelle acquired had nothing to do with the whereabouts of Luena.  Which persons needed their lawns cultivated or rose gardens pruned.  Druzelle heard more than enough about that!  A few people looked askew at the ‘old man’ when asked about Luena’s family.  Since Luena’s mother had been charged with witchcraft, the subject was taboo.

Standing at the edge of town, Druzelle quickly changed back to her true self and teleported to the edge of Brunda’s land.  She found the other sorceress still standing beside the spot where Luena had disappeared.

Since sending Mandrake on his errand, Brunda had been reasoning out the curious business of Luena’s capture.  It had finally occurred to her to look in the direction of the Earl of Campbell.  Though Brunda had thwarted his previous plans to seize her land, the Earl was still a thorn in her side and would be so as long as he lived.

Druzelle related her failure to obtain any valuable information. Then Brunda explained her idea concerning the Earl.

“I can see where you would get that idea, Sister, dear,” Druzelle nodded.  “The Earl is a terrible brute and from what I gathered in the town, he is the main force behind most of the witchcraft accusations.  He is not only devious and cruel, but a truly uncivilized rat!”

“Yes, he is one of those who can never get enough of the riches of this world.”  Brunda added.  “He won’t be content until he owns most of the land within one hundred miles of here.  Greedy, greedy fool!”

“But why would he want Luena?”  Druzelle wondered.  “He has already claimed the Pierce land for his own.  The way you describe this morning’s happenings, it sounds as if he was deliberately searching for the little girl.”

“Of course he was, you silly ninny!”  Brunda snapped.  “With Luena alive to claim the land, he could not have a clear title to it.”

Druzelle’s cerulean eyes widened.  “Brunda, do you think it could have anything to do with his grudge against you?  Those men were looking near `your’ land, after all.”

The black depths of Brunda’s eyes became a blazing inferno.  When she finally spoke, her voice came forth soft, but deadly.  “Yes, of course, you could be right.  Though he is a cur, he is not entirely stupid.  The old scoundrel must have been watching these fields and Luena simply got caught in between.”  Brunda stroked her chin.  “Ah yes, it all makes perfect sense now.”

(Continued… https://creativemusingsoflediar.wordpress.com/2013/02/28/tales-of-nightshade-curse-of-job-part-three/)

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Tales of Nightshade: Curse of Job (Part One)

Posted by LediaR on February 26, 2013
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Basket of Herbs

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It was one of those crystal mornings.  A crisp, cool breeze fell against Luena’s face and rustled her golden hair as the sky above her shone so blue that it hurt her eyes.  She knew she should not be wasting time daydreaming; Brunda would not approve.  But the day was so glorious; Luena just could not help herself.

Her basket of herbs was not half full, a touch of contrition squeezed at her heart, but that was soon forgotten when the sound of a bird drew her attention.  She found herself following the small cardinal as it flitted from tree branch to tree branch, her task of gathering herbs for the week’s lessons totally forgotten.

A patch of clover spread out in the field before Luena.  She stopped in her pursuit and knelt beside the pungent herbs and reached out to caress the diminutive pink blossoms that grew among them.

A sudden pandemonium broke the tranquillity of the morning causing Luena’s small head to rise.  Within moments, she was surrounded by a band of horsemen.  Before she could give a cry of alarm, one of the hulking brutes reached down and clasped his dirty hand across her mouth.

Hot tears sprang to Luena’s eyes and instinctively, she sank her teeth into the meaty palm.  With his free hand, the man delivered the child a stinging slap across the face.  Luena crumpled, her small body racked with sobs…

Brunda peered out the window.  This was the third time in a week that Luena had been late completing her chores.  “Why did I ever believe I had the patience to apprentice such a young child, or anyone for that matter?”  The old witch said to Mandrake, who dozed lazily on a wooden chair.  He turned a yellow-green eye in Brunda’s direction, dampened one paw and began stroking his ears.  He paused in mid-stroke to perk up his ears, as if he heard something; then he went back to washing.

“Better go and check on her.  It is getting late and we need to start work on her lessons before the day is gone.”  The old sorceress seized her broom and was out the door with Mandrake close behind.

Brunda flew across the meadow, searching for signs of the little girl.  She soon spied Luena’s gathering basket in a crushed bed of clover and swerved toward it.  Landing her broom, Brunda noticed that the basket lay beyond the invisible wall that hid her land from outsiders.

“Now where has that child gotten to?  Luena!”  The old woman cried in vexation.  She shot a glance toward Mandrake. “Haven’t I told her time and time again not to go beyond the protective barrier?” Steadying herself, Brunda stretched forth her hands, reciting a temporal displacement spell, and waited.

(Continued… https://creativemusingsoflediar.wordpress.com/2013/02/28/tales-of-nightshade-curse-of-job-part-two/)

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Tales of Nightshade: Daughter of the Silvery Moon (Part Five)

Posted by LediaR on February 25, 2013
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Lightning Bug

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Then with each succeeding night, as the moon amplified Brunda and Mandrake brought the child back from the land of the lost.  Until the eve of the full moon, when Luena agreed to accompany Brunda and help her to pick herbs.

Luena stood in the moonlight watching Brunda dig up a root with her bare hands and wrap it with coarse clothe.  A cloudless sky gave the moon full reign and as its silvery fingers brushed against them, the golden haired child began to feel a familiar cold heat envelope her.  Gazing at her hands, she saw a silvery cloud covering them.  Then from the depths of the mist, silver lightening race up her arms.

Luena looked up to see Brunda staring at her.  “My, my, lightening bug, what is this all about?” The old woman queried.

Luena shrugged.

Next day, Druzelle appeared.  Upon seeing her sister, Brunda blurted out, “Did you know that Luena was the witch and not her mother?”

Druzelle smiled.  “Well, yes, I did.  Didn’t I tell you before I left?”

“No, no, somehow you forgot that bit of information,” Brunda invoked.  “Might have made it a bit easier to deal with, if you had!”

A worried look crossed Druzelle’s face.  “Nothing has happened to Luena?”

“Girl almost starved herself, but no, she’s fine.”  Brunda huffed.  Then quickly changed the subject.  “I’ve been reading all night to find out more about this power Luena has.”

“Yes, she does posses a rare form of magic,”  Druzelle mused.  Brunda nodded her head and Druzelle eagerly continued,  “So please tell what it is that you have found.”

“This little witch has natural magic,” Brunda recanted. “She doesn’t need herbs, magic spells, toads or spiders; only her own essence and the power of the moon’s light.  I’ve also found that she can read minds as long as she is touching that sliver necklace around her neck; so there’s no use in your trying to keep secrets from her anymore!  I don’t know if she has any other talismans that enhance her magic, but silver and moonlight are definitely strong ones for her.

Brunda’s eyes became two slits.  “One thing for sure, Luena’s power is such that it must be carefully cultivated.  She must be allowed to grow naturally into whatever she is meant to be.  She is young and vulnerable and we must keep her secret from others who might want to exploit her, perhaps for great evil.”

Luena sat in the corner with Mandrake lying happily upon her lap.  ‘Vulnerable’, she mulled the word over in her mind.  I wonder what that means?

(Continued… https://creativemusingsoflediar.wordpress.com/2013/02/26/tales-of-nightshade-curse-of-job-part-one/)

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Tales of Nightshade: Daughter of the Silvery Moon (Part Four)

Posted by LediaR on February 24, 2013
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Apothecary Bottles

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Nightfall was close at hand.  After hours of watching the silent girl, whose eyes stared vacantly before her, Mandrake the cat jumped onto the work table.

At first, Luena did not acknowledge the cat’s presence; she was off in the land of Nod, quietly anesthetized.  Decidedly, Mandrake attempted to jump onto the little girl’s narrow lap.  But each subsequent leap ended with him sliding precariously toward the sod floor.  Finally, after the fourth try at this ludicrous game, Luena reached out dimpled arms and caught the feline in an absent embrace.

The coolness of the cat’s sleek, furry body brought the child’s conscious mind back to Brunda’s cottage.  Nestling her face deep within the fragrant, black fur, Luena didn’t feel quite so hopeless. She held Mandrake too tightly, but though his throat was in his mouth, a weak `mew’ was the only protest he made.

Then after what seemed like an eternity, Luena let her arms slacken slightly and with one free hand, began to stroke Mandrake’s silky coat.  A contented purr rumbled forth.

Meanwhile, Brunda sorted through herbs that she had picked the day before.  Some would be hung from the ceiling to dry while others would be pickled in vinegar or alcohol for later use.  Once Luena heard the herbalist mutter beneath her breath, “Children, got no use or time for them.”

Brunda held up an empty jar.  A beam of moonlight glistened off the glass as she shined it once again.  “This will be fine for that batch of medicinal verbena,” she said aloud and selected another jar that dripped with wet and dotted translucent soap bubbles.

The second jar proved to be more slippery that Brunda had anticipated for her fingers suddenly lost contact with its surface and it went plummeting toward the floor.  After an unsuccessful attempt at catching it, Brunda braced herself for the sound of shattering glass and the mess that would ensure…

When the crash did not come, Brunda glanced downward and saw to her amazement that the jar hovered half an inch or so above the sod floor.  She reached down to touch the jar and it drop undamaged onto the ground with a soft plop.

Straightway, Brunda snatched up the jar and turned to find Mandrake.  It had been years, maybe centuries, since he had been a full-fledged warlock, but he still liked to play tricks every once in while.  When she spied him resting luxuriously in Luena’s lap, the old woman clicked her tongue and shook her head.   The child sat patting Mandrake while the `silly old thing’ loved it.

Then Brunda let one of her rare smiles flit across her face.  “Thank you old fellow.  Times being what they are, I do not relish having to go into that town for replacements.” and she nodded toward the glass receptacles.

Luena ‘felt’ the cat’s reply.  “Sorry old girl, wasn’t me.”  Then he wrapped his sleek body around Luena’s neck and meowed loudly.

Brunda stared in wonder at the mass of blonde curls that cascaded down the back of the wooden chair.  “No!” was all that she could say.

It seemed ludicrous.  Brunda walked over to Luena and peered curiously at the child.  Luena did not return the look. Her melancholy eyes transfixed, staring, it seemed, at nothing in particular.  Brunda’s gaze followed Luena’s until it came to rest upon her own work table.  There she found a most unexpected thing.  For just above the table’s wooden surface, several of her round-bottomed flasks swirling and shimmering in a queer, beautiful dance as the light of the silvery moon glistened within.

Glancing back at the little girl, Brunda watched as Luena’s left index finger danced like a conductor’s rod while her right hand continued to stroke Mandrake.  “My, my”, Brunda mused.

Abruptly, the receptacles ceased their cavorting as Luena froze in place.  Then just as suddenly, the little girl reached for the porridge spoon and began eating ravenously.

Brunda turned to the stove and drew up a warm bowl of soup.  Then with a brusque motion, she snatched the congealed porridge from in front of the child and replaced it with the fresh one.  Luena hardly noticed the switch; both were food and she was so very hungry!

Brunda scratched her chin.  “Seems I’ve found the true ‘Pierce’ witch.  Always knew those idiots couldn’t tell a real witch from an ordinary person.”

(Continued… https://creativemusingsoflediar.wordpress.com/2013/02/25/tales-of-nightshade-daughter-of-the-silvery-moon-part-five/)

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Tales of Nightshade: Daughter of the Silvery Moon (Part Three)

Posted by LediaR on February 23, 2013
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Black Bird

“No, she was not really a witch! Have those imbeciles been right even once? And even if she was, she hadn’t done anything to them. I swear they are trying to wipe out the entire village! It has gotten so bad, I have decided to go back to my inn and abandon the whole lot of them!”

Brunda studied her sister while rubbing long fingers across her own knotted chin. “And what of this tyke that you’ve brought to my house? Do you plan on taking her with you when you go?”

Druzelle smiled congenially. “Well, that’s where I need your help, sister dear.”

Brunda’s response was a cutting, “hurumph!”

Undaunted, Druzelle continued. “It will take me several days to set things up at the inn. In the meantime I need to leave Luena somewhere secure. She certainly is not safe back in that town with those bloodthirsty savages running rampant!”

A frown creased Brunda’s face. The look in her green flecked brown eyes was not a welcoming one.

“What am I going to do with the child? I’m not the motherly type and have no wish to be so!”

“Brunda, the poor little thing has no where else to go,” Druzelle spoke beseechingly. “I could take her with me, but until the inn is in order, there is just no place for her there. I’ll be living in a crude, grass hovel and in Luena’s state of mind, I do not think that is the best place for her.”

Luena had heard every word. Brunda’s reluctance to keep her cut at her heart. She would rather stay in the grass hovel with the sweet tempered Druzelle than with the ill-tempered Brunda. But Luena did not voice her misgivings. She merely sighed and gazed down at her hands. Perhaps it didn’t matter where she was; the ache in her heart was so overwhelming the less she did in any capacity, the less she felt.

Luena sat statue-like in the wooden chair where Druzelle had left her hours before. The only sign that the little girl was still alive came from the steady rhythm of her breathing and an occasional blink of her eyes. She stared toward a bowl of porridge that Brunda had sat in front of her for lunch and watched, as it became ice cold. Her stomach rumbled terribly, but Luena did not have the strength of will to reach out and pick up the spoon.

Brunda quickly lost patience with the child when she would not even try to eat.  The old woman stalked off in a huff to, “be about her business.”  Adding that she hoped Luena wouldn’t just sit there and starve to death.  “Druzelle will not be happy if she comes back to collect a pile of dried up flesh and bones!”

(Continued… https://creativemusingsoflediar.wordpress.com/2013/02/24/tales-of-nightshade-daughter-of-the-silvery-moon-part-four/)

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Tales of Nightshade: Daughter of the Silvery Moon (Part Two)

Posted by LediaR on February 22, 2013
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Heart-shaped Locket

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Luena held her silver heart-shaped locket in one slender hand. In her mind’s eye, she could hear the tap, tap tap of the big black bird‘s sharp beak against Brunda’s windowpane. Tap, tap, tap it came again and she saw a sleek, black cat jump up onto the window sill and bend its head to one side as it gazed toward the bird.

Rowena turned her narrow, feathered face so that one black eye glistened at the cat. “Caw, caw,” the sound leaped from the yellow beak. The tapping resumed.

Disgruntled, the black cat turned, giving a swish of his tall to the feathered fiend and jumped down onto the floor. The cat glided across the room toward a darkened corner where his mistress slept.

A cacophony of snoring issued from the withered lips of the old woman. It took several pats from Mandrake’s paw to awaken her. Brunda’s eye lids parted. She was not pleased.

“What?” she thundered. “This had better be good, drat you!” She pulled her aged body up from the bedding.

Poised beside the window, Brunda glared at the black bird. “Rowena!” she scowled. “You mangy crow! What does Druzelle want now?”

The bird cocked her head, ruffled her feathers and dropped a rolled parchment onto the windowsill.

Brunda drew back the latch. Lifted the glass pane. Her irritation was obvious as she read through the note. Nonetheless, she scowled and nodded her assent. Rowena flipped her tail feathers and flew back to her mistress.

Luena and Druzelle walked along the frosty, cobbled path; they could smell freshly buttered toast and potatoes frying. Brunda drew back the front door and motioned the pair to enter.

With a gently hand, Druzelle pulled Luena to the front porch. The lady’s stiff, white apron and the pungent smell of starch filled the little girl’s senses.

“This is Luena Pierce. I found her in the cellar of her home after those…” Druzelle leaned forward to whisper in Brunda’s ear. “Monsters came and took her poor mother away to the witch trials. They hanged her yesterday evening.” Druzelle tried desperately not to let the little girl hear the gruesome tale. But Luena did hear. Cold tears spilled down her face.

Brunda stood arms akimbo. “Well, what made them think Mrs. Pierce was at fault!” Brunda didn’t bother to lower her voice. Her tender-hearted sister glared at her.

Druzelle took Luena by the hand and lead her to a far corner of the room where Brunda’s work table stood. Then she whirled on Brunda.

“Can we please talk outside?” Druzelle called over her shoulder. She was already heading for the door.

Brunda rolled her eyes in disgust and followed. The front door clattered shut. Druzelle drew herself up. Her blue eyes were ice chips.

(Continued… https://creativemusingsoflediar.wordpress.com/2013/02/23/tales-of-nightshade-daughter-of-the-silvery-moon-part-three/)

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Tales of Nightshade: Daughter of the Silvery Moon (Part One)

Posted by LediaR on February 21, 2013
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Cellar Door

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In the cold darkness, beneath the shadowed stairway, Luena Pierce sank into a living grave, her mother’s frantic screams still echoing in her mind…

A group bearing the Earl of Campbell’s coat-of-arms forced their way into the Pierce home.  Jeannette Pierce was the only one in sight.  Straightway, the scoundrels cuffed the lady’s hands behind her back while delivering a warrant for her arrest.

“On what charges?”  Jeannette demanded hysterically.

“Witchcraft, my lady,” a scar-faced man answered.

Wide-eyed, the lady searched the room for her child.   “Luena!”  she shrieked, trying to pull free of the thugs’ grasp.

“Bloody, witch!” the scarred man muttered between clenched teeth.  Then delivered a vicious punch, hitting Jeannette squarely in the face.  She slumped forward, senseless.

Luena had been about to run to her mother’s defense until the man’s brutality.  She froze in place beneath the stair steps.  In the pandemonium, no one saw the terrified little girl whose luminous blue eyes gazed out at the thugs.   When they left, dragging the bound woman behind them, not one even bothered to close the front door.  Hours later, it still banged wildly against the parlor wall.

It was well after midnight before instinct caused Luena to move from the cramped stairwell.  Dazed, she stumbled into the root cellar.  With blackened, stifling air consuming her, the little girl followed the stone wall to a corner where she sank to the ground, panting like a frightened animal.

From her sleep, Luena heard the sound of footsteps in the room above her.  Moon-eyed, she pushed closer to the wall, trying to disappear into its stone surface.  Sunlight filtered into the room and Luena’s saucer-wide eyes slide toward the cellar door where she saw the silhouette of someone.

Like a mist, the person evaporated from the entrance and came to stand in front of the child.  Luena shivered more from fear than the cold, her stomach rumbling from lack of food.

Luena recognized Druzelle, the old healer woman who ran the apothecary in town. A silver tear slide down the little girl’s face. Taking the child by the hand, the healer waved her arms. From her fingertips, a cloud wound its way around them, swallowing them up. The two vanished from the cellar to appear in an opened field, miles away from the Pierce house.

“I shall send Rowena to announce us,” Druzelle whispered in Luena’s ear.” Brunda must not turn us away.”  Urgency tugged at the rotund lady’s voice.

(Continued… https://creativemusingsoflediar.wordpress.com/2013/02/22/tales-of-nightshade-daughter-of-the-silvery-moon-part-two/)

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Tales of Nightshade: Nightshade (Part Five)

Posted by LediaR on February 21, 2013
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As her cottage came into view, Brunda slowed her pace and circled over the house. Then she headed toward the far edge of her land. Hovering near the wild herb field, she stepped onto the ground and walked until she crossed the imaginary line where she judged her property to end. She turned and gazed across a small river that skirted the opposite side of her land. Earlier that day, the river had been almost a mile from this place. Now it lay at Brunda’s feet.

A whoop of joy rang from her lips. Her space-bending spell had truly worked! Now the herb fields, her house and the woods that surrounded them would be hidden from all except the creatures that soared into the air, for only from on high could the land herein be seen as it truly was.

But Brunda did not have long to rejoice in her success. A sudden clamor rose from the western horizon. The shrewd old woman turned to scan the area. The sky was lit as if by a glowing sunset, yet the time was just past midnight. The pungent smell of burning torches preceded a multitude of maddened town’s folk as they swarm over the ridge.

“It’s the witch; just where the Earl said we should find her!” The scream of a crazed citizen rang in Brunda’s ears.

She watched the incensed mob toward her and Mandrake. Shaken, but undaunted, Brunda reached up to stroke her cat. “Well now, isn’t it characteristic of the old goat to use that weapon from his arsenal. Guess the Earl thought he’d make sure this old woman departed alive or dead.”

“Well, if it’s a show they want, then a show they most surely will receive!” she cackled. This time Brunda’s laugh held no glee. It a horrible thing to hear.

She leaped onto her broom and flew high into the air. Poised some fifty feet above the ‘citizens’, Brunda sent a surge of fireworks into their midst. Amid their screams of terror, she pointed her broom toward the western horizon and flew over the crowd and away into the night. She didn’t stop until the manor house of the Earl of Campbell loomed below her. Circling near the garden, she leaned down to untie the last bundle of herbs that clung to her broom. The pouch had the word SARAH etched upon it.

“It would take the simplest of spells to lure the Earl’s trusted serving woman,” she whispered angrily as her hand twitched against the string.

The moon hung on the horizon when Brunda flew over where the incensed mob had been. The only signs of their passing were a few smoldering torches lying about the opened fields.

“Good enough,” she muttered triumphantly and flew directly home.

Later as Brunda sat reading a book of magic, Mandrake drew her attention to a massive crystal ball that sat upon the table. She scanned the orb’s smoky heart and found the image of the Earl of Campbell smiling down upon the writ that would make Brunda’s fertile valley his.

“He is foolishly unaware of the latest turn of events, eh Mandrake?”  Brunda chuckled.

A smirk crossed the Duke’s face as he laid the parchment aside and reached to take up a cup of hot tea Sarah had prepared for him. He held the porcelain cup to his lips, savoring the warm vapors before taking a deep drink.

“Too bad I didn’t leave that pouch for Sarah.” Brunda mused. “I’m sure she would have gladly sweeten the Earl’s tea with the fine, poisonous herbs it possessed.” The old sorceress waved her hand across the sphere. It stood like an empty black pearl. “But there’s always next time, eh Mandrake?” She chuckled and went back to her book.

(Continued… https://creativemusingsoflediar.wordpress.com/2013/02/21/tales-of-nightshade-daughter-of-the-silvery-moon-part-one/)

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Tales of Nightshade: Nightshade (Part Four)

Posted by LediaR on February 20, 2013
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The next night, as a full moon filled the sky, Brunda gathered several hemp bags full of dried herbs and loaded them onto her broomstick. Deftly, she boarded the narrow perch. Mandrake hopped up beside her. In an instant, they were airborne.

Beyond the forest, a bonfire flashed. Around it a group of black clad folk moved with the frenzied gyrations of wind tossed leaves. Brunda guided her broom toward the shadows that clung to the forest’s edge. She dismounted and walked toward a cauldron where boiled a foul-smelling green mixture. She dropped most of her bundles to the ground and waited to catch the eye of a hag who stood close by. Gerda was busy clapping her hands and tapping her pointed shoes in rhythm to the music. Sparks flew here and there each time her withered hands made contact with one another.

Brunda loudly cleared her throat. Gerda turned an annoyed face in her direction. At sight of Brunda, Gerda’s angry expression became a leering grin. “Brunda, Brunda! You are here.” Gerda cackled gleefully.

“Yes… but I’ll not be staying,” Brunda replied. “Pressing matters draw me elsewhere.”

Gerda’s eyes shifted from side to side. “But Magwa…”

“What about Magwa?” Brunda thundered.

Gerda watched in terror as Brunda’s faded blue eyes became two red disks of flame. Gerda raised her hand to her mouth and bit until a small trickle of blood appeared.

“Well!” Brunda drew closer to Gerda, who seemed to shrink in size with each step backwards.

In a small voice, weak as a mouse, Gerda replied, “She … Magwa has been looking for you all … all night. She’s…” Gerda swallowed loudly, eyes darting in all directions. “Magwa is quite annoyed that you, you were not here. Brunda, no!”

Gerda’s eyes had become two empty discs as Brunda raised her hand within inches of the other’s face. Slowly, Brunda lowered her hand until one bony finger rested upon Gerda’s short, pug nose.

“But I am here,” Brunda’s voice was deliberately gushing. Then it rose several octaves. “No one dictates what I do; not Magwa, not anyone! Do you understand?”

Gerda nodded vigorously.

“Good,” Brunda replied. “That is very good, Gerda. I know you do not relish spending your days as a spotted hog or worse.” Brunda chuckled softly, then pointed toward the bundles.

“These are the herbs everyone requested. Now I shall be going. Tell Magwa that I … stopped by.” Brunda gave a roar of laughter and turned toward her broom and Mandrake. A bolt of lightning flew from her fingertips and the broom raised itself off the ground. Mandrake jumped lickety split onto its handle and the broom drifted over to Brunda. She threw her leg over the handle, climbed aboard and was gone.

(Continued… https://creativemusingsoflediar.wordpress.com/2013/02/21/tales-of-nightshade-nightshade-part-five/)

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Tales of Nightshade: Nightshade (Part Three)

Posted by LediaR on February 18, 2013
Posted in: Creative Writing, Dark Fantasy, Fantasy, Horror, Ledia Runnels, Magic, Magic Book, Novella Excerpt, Witch. Tagged: , , . Leave a comment

Weeping Willow

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Hours later… Mandrake lay curled up in his corner by the hearth. He watched as intrigue glistened in Brunda’s dark eyes. They locked upon an entry in her large recipe book, under the title, “Poisonings,” its subject concerning an herbal toxin that was both tasteless and without fragrance.

“Listen to this… ‘Its only distinction is a gray-green color and knobby shape.'” Brunda traced a bony finger across the last words of the recipe: “‘leaves no discernible trace save that once ingested, victim is left quite dead.'”

Carefully, she marked the place before closing the massive book and sat thrumming her fingertips against the tome’s leather cover. “If I chose this spell, there’s still the problem of collecting all the necessary ingredients and figuring out how best to administer them. In all my years, I have never resorted to taking another person’s life, though many of my colleagues had and would do so again with little remorse. I would rather thwart the Earl by other means if other means are found. Still, I’ll keep this spell in reserve.”

Mandrake blinked his eyes. He had grown accustomed to Brunda’s outspoken meandering that sought no answer save a willing pair of ears to listen.

It was the night before All Hallows’ Eve. The auspicious date and the moon’s alignment made it perfect for gathering some of the more elusive herbs available only at this time of year. The old sorceress took her wicker basket and disappeared into the night.

The forest seemed to hold its breath in anticipation as the witch and her cat entered its domain. A weeping willow tree bore its tenuous branches to the earth, pointing toward a mound just beneath its leaves. Here Brunda sank to her knees and began digging until she unearthed a root in the shape of a miniature man. Quickly, she wrapped the sod covered radix in a piece of cloth, bound it with twine and placed it in her basket away from the other herbs so as not to spoil them with the manroot’s noxious bearing.

“We are finished here, Mandrake.” Brunda gathered the cat up onto her shoulder. “Let’s be about our other business.” With her broom tucked beneath her and a swirl of black cape, Brunda was airborne, flying low across the terrain that surrounded her land.

Once she had reached the outer perimeter, she drew a small black pouch from inside her cloak, loosened the satin drawstring and took a pinch of saffron dust between her fingertips. Every few feet she paused to sprinkle the stuff into the atmosphere while chanting incantations. Several hours later, when she had encircled the entire outer rim, Brunda replaced the pouch and flew back to her cottage.

(Continued… https://creativemusingsoflediar.wordpress.com/2013/02/20/tales-of-nightshade-nightshade-part-four/)

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