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Ch. 3 The rescue
Deva was still singing the song as they followed her. They really had no idea why she was going in that direction, but they still followed her. She stopped singing suddenly, and turned to another direction. She stared off into the direction before turning to them. Their eyes widened a little to what they saw. Her eyes were nothing but sheer color, and her skin was whiter than snow.
"This way," she said in a loud voice. It didn't sound like her at all, someone that they could remember from years ago . . .
"M-mom?" Kenai asked. Denahi looked at him as if had gone crazy, but said nothing. Sitka slowly nodded, as if he understood this.
She nodded a little and smiled, before walking in that direction.
Kele smiled. The sacrifice was ready. The brat was tied up, and a blanket was wrapped around the broken arm.
Aquene squirmed from under his grasp.
"'Enai! Dena-ee! Sitka!" She shrilled as loud as she could.
Kele laughed at hearing that. "Oh, you think your brothers will find you? Well, they can't save you."
Shima and Kachina screamed through the binds that held them. Kele laughed again. He walked out of the hut, prepared to sacrifice Aquene. It was dark and eerie. There were broken animal and human bones all over the place under the cliff, and snakes were hissing at him. Death. Death totem. His totem. Aquene screamed again.
Deva/Mom was starting to run. She heard Aquene scream in her heart. (We know, we know, off topic) The three brothers ran after her, soon near the cliff. Loud chanting could be heard, so they stopped running. A sacrifice chant.
"Well, we're here," Sitka said slowly.
Denahi and Kenai slowly nodded.
Deva/Mom nodded before hugging them. Kenai had to stifle a laugh. She was still holding him.
"It's time," she said. Deva returned back to her normal self suddenly. Realizing that she was holding on to Kenai, she let go of him, not before turning red.
The black water was racing. A whirlpool was off in the distance, waiting for the sacrifice. Aquene was crying and squirming out of the tight binds. Kele held her tighter. He wasn't going to let Ohanzee, the spirits or Hakan down. He raised her a little higher, and was prepared to toss her. Four loud war cries interrupted the sacrifice.
TBC . . .
Me: I know! We're getting yah going!
Megan: dunh dunh dunh!
Ch. 3 The rescue
Deva was still singing the song as they followed her. They really had no idea why she was going in that direction, but they still followed her. She stopped singing suddenly, and turned to another direction. She stared off into the direction before turning to them. Their eyes widened a little to what they saw. Her eyes were nothing but sheer color, and her skin was whiter than snow.
"This way," she said in a loud voice. It didn't sound like her at all, someone that they could remember from years ago . . .
"M-mom?" Kenai asked. Denahi looked at him as if had gone crazy, but said nothing. Sitka slowly nodded, as if he understood this.
She nodded a little and smiled, before walking in that direction.
Kele smiled. The sacrifice was ready. The brat was tied up, and a blanket was wrapped around the broken arm.
Aquene squirmed from under his grasp.
"'Enai! Dena-ee! Sitka!" She shrilled as loud as she could.
Kele laughed at hearing that. "Oh, you think your brothers will find you? Well, they can't save you."
Shima and Kachina screamed through the binds that held them. Kele laughed again. He walked out of the hut, prepared to sacrifice Aquene. It was dark and eerie. There were broken animal and human bones all over the place under the cliff, and snakes were hissing at him. Death. Death totem. His totem. Aquene screamed again.
Deva/Mom was starting to run. She heard Aquene scream in her heart. (We know, we know, off topic) The three brothers ran after her, soon near the cliff. Loud chanting could be heard, so they stopped running. A sacrifice chant.
"Well, we're here," Sitka said slowly.
Denahi and Kenai slowly nodded.
Deva/Mom nodded before hugging them. Kenai had to stifle a laugh. She was still holding him.
"It's time," she said. Deva returned back to her normal self suddenly. Realizing that she was holding on to Kenai, she let go of him, not before turning red.
The black water was racing. A whirlpool was off in the distance, waiting for the sacrifice. Aquene was crying and squirming out of the tight binds. Kele held her tighter. He wasn't going to let Ohanzee, the spirits or Hakan down. He raised her a little higher, and was prepared to toss her. Four loud war cries interrupted the sacrifice.
TBC . . .
Me: I know! We're getting yah going!
Megan: dunh dunh dunh!