Tuesday, November 16, 2004

Terror in the Wasteland.

Episode for Nov 15, 2004, Monday. The power of remote-viewing is shared by high-ranking beings good or evil. If fairies and nymphs such as Linang can scry through the medium of water, spirits like Ravenum and Perena, the evil Diwata, can divine with the fiery element and other things. So Habagat watched the events in the wasteland with this ghostly company. “Let’s see if this tornado doesn’t tear them to pieces!” he laughed with them. In a few terrifying minutes, the twister sent by Berena roared through the dunes. Tracing a snake-like path on the ground, it whipped the desert into chaos in pursuit of the Mulawin who fled in every direction. Running as fast as his feet could carry him, Bagwis fell on his knees, but Aguiluz helped him up. Alwina pushed on Gus and Wis and was about to take flight with them when Bagwis called after her, “Don’t fly! It’s more dangerous!” But help was on the way for them. Linang could see nothing as there wasn’t any moisture in the desert. Yet the water she divined with was very agitated. That was enough sign that Mulagat’s group was in danger. Muyak suggested that they call on Amihan for help. In fact, the wind-goddess had sent an emissary to Encantadia already. They, too, had felt Ravenum stirring the wind. She assured Linang she would do what she could. So the aerial spirits dispelled the tornado. The air calmed again and the heroes gathered together to rest. “Wait!” said Alwina. “One of us seems to be missing!” She was right. Not far from them they saw Mayi with an injured Dakdak in her arms. They all rushed to his side. The twister had swept him into its funnel and torn his wings. The Perico, as Bagwis explained, are not used to harsh weather and their wings have not the resilience of other bird-men’s. “Leave me here to die!” moaned Dakdak. “What use am I now? My wings are broken and I can’t walk!” “You took us in when we were homeless,” Bagwis reminded him. “There is no way that we will leave you now.” But the Perico king shook his head, broken in body and spirit. “If you that is what you want,” said Dakila. He motioned for the rest to move on and leave Dakdak where he was. Bagwis and the others were aghast, but nobody questioned the sage. Kuskos, however, disobeyed the order. She turned around, nimble legs hopping over the hot sand, and crouched beside Dakdak. Soon, everyone else was back. Kuskos and Mulagat carried the fallen bird-man with them and the group marched on, their number undiminished. When the Queen is away, the soldiers will play. If Savannah really made Vultra believe that she was her daughter, she had a hard time convincing everyone else. In Tierra Fuego, she found herself mocked and harassed by the soldiers. “This is the Queen’s daughter? Man, you’ve GOT to be kidding me!” “Not this dog-eyed bitch!” “I don’t see the resemblance! Hahahaha!” They would say these and similar things much to her chagrin. Then Rasmus showed up and dismissed the rowdy troops with a word. Casting a baleful glance at Ssvannah, he took her roughly by the arm for a few words. He told her that he knew she was making all this up. “If you fooled Vultra, you did not fool me,” he said. “And you should know what would befall you if I ever speak out and tell the truth.” Savannah broke off from his grip, trying to hide her fear. “What’s it to you? Why do you have to wallow in it?” Rasmus bared his teeth. “I just happen to be the husband of the one you claim as your mother, so I ‘wallow’ in it as you say.” “You’re so pitiful! You’d pick on even Vultra’s daughter!” “You’re really hanging on to that lie!” he fumed. “How long are you going to hold out? What would you do if I told you I know who Vultra’s real daughter is? You must know her. She’s from Tierra Fuego as well…. Alwina.” Savannah quaked at this. Now it was clear to her that Rasmus not only suspected, but really knew, the truth. “What do you want in exchange for keeping quiet about this?” she asked. “Very simple,” said the Ravena king. “Pretend that I am your true father.” She balked at this. To pose as the child of one demon was enough. But of two? “It’s your choice,” Rasmus told her as he turned to go. “Claim me as your father… or hasten your own death.” In Aliwalas, Aviona introduced the new arrivals to the inhabitants of Aliwalas: the Perico, the Musang and the Scouts. Gabriel did not seem frightened by the new faces – and new species – all around them. “By the way,” said Aviona, “how did you two end up here? Did you flee from Tierra Fuego because you knew the Ravena would come?” The two men exchanged looks. “So they invaded Tierra Fuego,” Gabiriel said. “I’m sorry to tell you such bad news,” she said sadly. “Do you want to go back?” asked Terong. But Gabriel had no desire to return. “Something should tell me to go back, but I don’t want to. And my father is the reason. He is why I don’t want to go back there.” It was Lucio who utterly killed all the love Gabriel had had for his hometown. Terong cared nothing for Tierra Fuego either. But something caught his heart now… or someone. Nosily, he inquired of the Perico if Aviona was already spoken for. “Nope,” they said. “She and the guy broke up.” Gabriel didn’t miss this. Suspicious, he took his friend aside. “What’s this about now? You’re not setting me up with Aviona, are you?” But Gabriel assumed too much this time. “Oh, hell, no,” Terong replied. “You’re not always the center of the show, Gabriel. You’re not always the one with a love interest.” “Don’t beat around the bush. What’s this now?” “Well…” Terong did not quite know how to say this. “I have a crush on Aviona. Isn’t she cute? I know, I know. I’m eating up everything I told you about bird-women. I never thought I’d fall in love with a woman with wings too.” Now this made sense. “Yep,” Gabriel quipped. “You just ate up everything you said, all right. Let’s just hope you don’t choke on it.” That night, in the midst of this barren wasteland, Dakila could only wonder about his daughter, Paloma. He had refused to help his own daughter. It was as if he had abandoned her to a place as desolate as this one. As he mused over this, the children cried out: “Water!” They had come upon an oasis. Eagerly, the heroes rushed toward it. But Dakila stopped them as they were about to refresh themselves. “I don’t feel good about this,” he told them. “The ground seems to be trembling,” observed Mulagat. In fact, there were ripples in water. But it was not an earthquake. They were hearing the thundering footsteps of a giant scorpion sent again by Perena. If they survived this, they would cross the desert by next evening. But the Ravena were determined to stop them. As the monstrous arachnid emerged from the darkness, its shell glistening in the moonlight, the Mulawin lined themselves up for battle. They would not flee this time. But the enemy must have been laughing at them. Alwina with her magic-shawl, Aguiluz with his daggers, and everyone else could scarcely harm the beast. The scorpion swung its pincers in the air and knocked off Mulagat as if he were a fly. With its leg it almost crushed poor Dakdak with his umbrella. Dakila’s and Bagwis’ throwing blades hardly put a dent on the metallic carapace. Then the scorpion whipped its pedipalps again and flung Alwina into the air. She fell on the ground and Aguiluz ran to her side. The giant arachnid’s shadow fell over them as it moved to catch the two between its snapping pincers.


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