Reincarnated Poet: Hello all, this is a fanfiction for The Covenant, I hope I do some justice to the characters as well as do a decent job in creating my own character (with her own flaws—yes a character that will have legitimate human flaws!!! With that…
~R.P.~
They had all read the book when they were younger. They all had taken in the word "conduit" and let it pass simply as having a different meaning when the book was first written and began to be passed down through the generations. No one truly believed that there was a "conduit of power", and if they had, they would have thought it to be a symbol or item of some sort, not a babe wrapped in little more than a towel and cast into the world of men by long forgotten pagan gods.
Never the less, an infant, a small baby girl, is screaming as large hands wrap her in a wolf's pelt and brought her up toward the face of an elderly man with grey running through jet black hair. The man kissed her forehead gently and smiled down at the babe.
"Wolf's coat so you will remember the knowledge of the spirit world, my child." He whispered and quickly she was removed from his grasp. A woman, slight and in sharp contrast to the large male looked down at the child next. For a moment the woman stared into the brown eyes of the babe and finally a smile broke her features.
She drew a large bracelet from her own wrist and hung it around the child's head. From the necklace hung two large claws, both different in shape but the same off white in color. "Claw of the lion to let you see fairly and of the tiger to give you the strength needed to do so." The woman did not kiss the child, rather she drew a finger down the bridge of her nose and smiled again before handing her to a final set of arms.
The form that held the child was neither masculine nor feminine, but rather a mixture of the two, but the voice that escaped was high and clear as any woman's. "Child of the dark places, remember what you have been given and what you have learned here. My gift to you is of three parts, but none more important than the other." She drew a needle from the air, and held it up for inspection for a moment before brining it down swiftly in one ear of the child. The needle passed through once and a wail set into the darkness, which grew louder with the next two careful descents of the pointed weapon.
Quickly, she drew three fangs from her own mouth and three feathers from her hair. "A fox's magic, and a hawk's foresight." She said and pierced the tip of a brown feather with the a fang and hung it from her ear. "A mountain cat's wisdom and a swan's grace." The same act was done for a white feather and another fang. "Finally, a cheetah's focus and a black owl's wisdom." The last make shift earring ran home and the child stopped crying.
The woman held the child at arms length and with one last look to her companions dropped her into the darkness that swirled at their feet. Each of the gods watched her fall until she could be seen no more, even by their own eyes.
"Another of my daughters laid as a sacrifice for that clan." The man said, his voice harsh and gravelly.
"Another of my hunters." The slight woman reproached.
"And another of my students." The final reminded the other two. "But it was we that cursed the clan when we were young and foolish. It is our sacrifice to lay down for a chance of fixing past follies." With that the three nodded and took a step away from the place where the child fell. With one last glance they all turned and went in their own directions, the child lost to them.
~R.P.~
Reincarnated Poet: Well that's the prologue, or premise if you will. It's fairly short, only weighing in at a mere 634 words, but I will be posting the second chapter within the hour, or so I hope to accomplish, if my school work will allow for it.