Children of the Earth: Part III Part 1 of 3

Children of the Earth

Part III

Part 1 of 3

For nearly two hours the car rolls down the gravel roads through the unsafe hours of the night. Sitting silently on the passenger side, Dame Denizia is holding her gaze on the road as it marches by. A friend agreed to drive her through the wilderness of New England. Despite the dangers of the forest and the night, the man did not say no to the request. We never say no to a request from Dame Denizia. As the eyes of the bird of prey searches the depths of your soul, a cold shiver runs down along your spine. The answer is actually a cry for survival. One eye on the road and the other on the winged creature, the man has the indices of the route and do not miss a single turn to get it faster, this mysterious ballad. Denizia, dressed in black, prefers that people fear her for it is safer for them. Her former life returned to her, to the memory before the advent of Sky, her companion, her pet revealed in this night of Imbolc (Candlemas), Denizia quickly realized the magnitude of the challenge. Especially with all these memories stranded on the shores of consciousness, one name continues to arouse other memories, but reassuring to say the least troubling. A name steeped in eternity, millions of lunar phases and wonders. Now Denizia remembers her mentor Ditratos.

The life of the White Witch is punctuated by strange events and strange people, who all have a common link. The demons that cut her wings at the "Harvest of the Fruits of Dreams," hound her on earth, and want to snatch and draw her with them in the bowels of hell, for reasons still unknown. Denizia quickly built a mysterious figure, charismatic and lonely. She does not want innocent souls pay with their lives for their accidental presence at the infernal machination which continues. Being lonely and withdrawn from society, protected by its marginality, Denizia became the witch that avoids attention. Her will inspire torpor and rightly so. She knows how to maintain the legend she become with rumors well fed. The nervousness of his driver reassures Denizia. Once again, her reputation proceeds her.

She then looked down on Sky empathetically, her pet hawk and her guardian fairy, Mörhygan, who sits on the back of this bird of prey. These last two are related to a particular connection, intimate and very strong. Mörhygan decided to keep her veil of invisibility on the human at the wheel, but remains visible to whom she wants to. The trio of friends forms a secret and powerful force.

As the wind blows on sheaves of wheat, the communion of three friends is effective in a wave of simultaneous actions and without any discrepancy. Denizia’s firm voice and raised shatters the silence that reigned in the car, “Here we go!”

“But there are still two benchmarks...” remarked the man.

Two simple gestures cut replica of the driver: the sudden deployment of the wings of Sky and the piercing gaze of Denizia. Immediately, the man tempers and proceeds.

The car hits the road and away from the silhouette of Denizia which is then standing on the roadside, her head already up to her big sister the moon, half hidden by some clouds. It is rare to see Denizia dressed for an excursion in the forest, trousers and jacket fitted perfectly to her feminine attributes. Slender and graceful, the moonlight suits her well, goes as if this disk that glows in the night is stroking his silver rays along the curves of Denizia’s silhouette.

Mörhygan is the first to speak, still sitting on the back of her friend Sky, whose talons are planted in the leather harness protector worn in the left forearm of Denizia, “I'd rather be here than in the body of this poor mortal. You'll have to do without me for a few moments, Denizia. I felt demonic energy that gradually incarnate in this man! I must go and abort the case.” “Good, but be alert! I think we're an hour's walk from the point of rendezvous. Sky and I wait for thee, until later!” Denizia responded to her guardian.

Immediately, in a thin light blue line, Mörhygan disappears like a shooting star splitting the sky. Sky spreads its wings and flies in spirals above Denizia already sinks, travel bag on her back, in the woodland forest, her body echoing at the night is drenched in mystery.

The man, driving his vehicle, believes to be relieved of his fears at the sight of this female figure on the left side of the road. In his rearview mirror, the witch appears rather attractive and frankly sexy. He is surprised to feel so inflamed with a desire never felt vis-à-vis the dreaded witch. He blinks his eyes, pressed the accelerator to recede from the source of his emotions that propelled him on this very strange ride. Clutching the steering wheel, he tries to focus on the road that runs in the headlights beam. From the corner of his eye, he looks in the mirror, but does not mind a little red reflection in her eyes. It is rather a pale female form that captures his attention on the side of the road, “Wooohh!” his mouth ajar.

The hitchhiking beauty deeply stirs all senses. He hears then a thought in his mind, “This is a good hors d'oeuvre to open the appetite!”

When the car stops beside her, the stranger strives to mention that her car had broke down a few miles back and everything! But this speech seems unnecessary and superfluous. Already seated at his right, the aroma of her female body stimulate his sexual organ. The few meters traveled on the road seem endless. The temptation is too strong and the man cannot seem to let go of his male instincts. Braking with force, he believes, and surprise his victim to the trap and pin her to his collection of carnal pleasures that he is so thrills him! Blinded by his arrogance and his passion, he has not seen the last seconds of his life!

The woman moves with a supernatural speed. Legs firmly rooted on the floor under the dashboard, left hand acting like a knife, fingers like daggers, aligned just right to hit with unexpected force the bottom jaw of the helpless mortal. The horrible attack spurts blood in the entire cabin. With strength, the man's face smashed up against the steering wheel. The latter remains lodged behind the nose that explodes on impact. Agile and quick, the bloody hand withdraws from the unrecognizable head, in the same moment the woman glides gracefully outside in a flash of blue light.

The few seconds that follow are describable by one who believes what he saw. On Earth, very few phenomena of this kind are reported. Since, as this night, the place where such action occurs, there is nothing more than the normal quiet of a country night where few can pass by these late hours. It is as if nothing had gone. Everything is gone in a flash!

Still bathed in invisibility, the little fairy Morhygan hums its presence in the undergrowth that is surrounding the incident, of the demon-incube who’s no longer. She is looking for witnesses who may oppose her actions on Earth. His fairy powers have proved effective in that vehicle but the operation would result in failure if these images were made by mortal innocent memories in dream worlds, where the skies are crisscrossed by these demons, succubus. As Denizia’s guardian, the daughter of Earth-Nurse, Morhygan gives herself thoroughly with unbreakable loyalty. Few humans are thus married to a fairy. That there is little deserving individuals. Usually, when Ditratos and Yuna intercede with a Goddess (such as Brigid) it is an issue that is very important for the balance of the multiverse.

A scream pierces the silence of the woods! The empathic link between Sky and Denizia interrupts the march of the graceful black silhouette of the magic bearer. Watchful and releasing the back of her bag, Denizia understands the signal of her air brother. Closing her eyes, when she sees through the eyes of Sky, a rock formation that is prominent and 200 paces away: The secret site of her ancestors! Where the ritual of the air must take place. Behind its facies, the determined eyes of the beautiful witch are wet with emotion. Here and now is the right time. It is finally 200 steps of the great revelation of her life. The fairy Morhygan told her about it but barely, with that, Denizia comes the privilege of sacred passage. While thinking about this, in her bag, she goes through all of the accessories needed to pass the sacred passage.

* The mask of avian; creativity

* The cloak of the quintessential air cure

* The belt of the primordial egg, fertility

With each item that comes out of the bag, a slow dance of gestures takes place before the eyes of the vigilant watch on Sky's soul-sister, chosen by the Goddess Brigid herself. The white skin of Denizia captures the silvery light of the Moon. Little by little, laid bare the Girl-of-the-Earth is blessed with a warm wind that comes to waltz on her ivory back, thick with hair touched hazelnut reflections.

A legend tells that Denizia was an angel in a previous life. One would think that the angel of heavenly beauty, faded on the attributes of fatal Dame Denizia. Grace accompanies every move when she is wearing sacred accessories. Gradually her naked body is adorned with sky-like attributes and of his winged children.