Author's Note - Sorry this took so long, Chapter 6 should be up soon as I'm in the middle of
writing it.
Chapter 5
As Ian sat facing Rhiannon he wondered how many more surprised she had in store for them. She had already shocked both Sara and himself by informing them that they knew only the smallest fraction of what their Hallows were capable of. He was sure Sara's shock was more because Rhiannon knew what the Witchblade was than because she was being told that she didn't know that much about using it.
Watching Sara open and close her mouth several time, Ian felt his knight like chivalry take over as he asked the question the was obviously plaguing Sara.
"How do you know all this?"
"I have held the caldron since the day of my birth and so I have always excepted it. Because I embraced it instead of fighting it the caldron was able to teach me many things. What it didn't teach me my mother did."
"Your Mother died when you were two Rhiannon."
"Death is not a true boundary Ian. We can see ghosts, hear voices and see visions for a reason. From the very beginning of history there has been a battle raging on an unseen battle field. Good and evil will forever fight to claim this world and its inhabitants. People were by design to be neutral beings, living with a mix of good and evil within them. But from the moment of creation evil had called strongly and has slowly but effectively gained the advantage. When a seer long ago foresaw the hold evil would find in people she sent the four Hallows of the Tuatha de Danaan out into the world. She was the Witchblade's first wielder, a pity history no longer remembers her, she was a great warrior. The Hallows seem to attract the most evil of beings for the wielder to slay, keeping the world's fragile balance dipping more towards good than evil.
The wielders and Hallows can function on their own, but work best when used in pairs. The blade and the stone, and the lance and the cauldron are most powerful when paired together. They are even more powerful when the passion that lies between has been realized."
As Rhiannon paused to for breath Sara injected a question that Rhiannon had hoped to avoid till later, "What do you mean passion?"
"sigh Normally the two wielders of the paired Hallows at least fall into lust with each other. Some eventually fall in love. The tow of you would feel it but our dearly departed Kenneth did something to mask what might form between the tow of you. If he wasn't already dead I'd kill him for aggravating me."
As she again paused for breath Aidan entered the conversation, "So you mean to tell me that you're going to be lusting after another man?"
Looking at her husband Rhiannon was suddenly very glad he was the lance's wielder. Medium length straight black hair, sapphire blue eyes, sic foot two inches of yummy muscled male and a generous and kind spirit made him lust, love and drool worthy in her eyes, that he would someday wield the lance was just a bonus to her. "The only man I'll ever lust after is you Aidan. Even if the lance had a wielder you are all the man I need. Besides the lance is currently without a wielder, as it often is."
"Why?"
"Because detective Pezzini the Lance, like the Witchblade, is not one to suffer fools. In comparison the Witchblade is kinder to false wielders. What the lance did to Irons was but a taste of what it will do to any pretender who should attempt to use it. In madness or death there is no escape from it, use it falsely and it will torment you in the realms beyond for eternity."
"Explain."
"For those who use it falsely there will never be any rest for their spirit. It is even said that the lance treated a true wielder the same way. It is a picky entity, if it feels you are worthy than it will follow your commands and protect you, if not you will know a hell like nothing you have ever heard about, it makes Hell look like paradise."
writing it.
Chapter 5
As Ian sat facing Rhiannon he wondered how many more surprised she had in store for them. She had already shocked both Sara and himself by informing them that they knew only the smallest fraction of what their Hallows were capable of. He was sure Sara's shock was more because Rhiannon knew what the Witchblade was than because she was being told that she didn't know that much about using it.
Watching Sara open and close her mouth several time, Ian felt his knight like chivalry take over as he asked the question the was obviously plaguing Sara.
"How do you know all this?"
"I have held the caldron since the day of my birth and so I have always excepted it. Because I embraced it instead of fighting it the caldron was able to teach me many things. What it didn't teach me my mother did."
"Your Mother died when you were two Rhiannon."
"Death is not a true boundary Ian. We can see ghosts, hear voices and see visions for a reason. From the very beginning of history there has been a battle raging on an unseen battle field. Good and evil will forever fight to claim this world and its inhabitants. People were by design to be neutral beings, living with a mix of good and evil within them. But from the moment of creation evil had called strongly and has slowly but effectively gained the advantage. When a seer long ago foresaw the hold evil would find in people she sent the four Hallows of the Tuatha de Danaan out into the world. She was the Witchblade's first wielder, a pity history no longer remembers her, she was a great warrior. The Hallows seem to attract the most evil of beings for the wielder to slay, keeping the world's fragile balance dipping more towards good than evil.
The wielders and Hallows can function on their own, but work best when used in pairs. The blade and the stone, and the lance and the cauldron are most powerful when paired together. They are even more powerful when the passion that lies between has been realized."
As Rhiannon paused to for breath Sara injected a question that Rhiannon had hoped to avoid till later, "What do you mean passion?"
"sigh Normally the two wielders of the paired Hallows at least fall into lust with each other. Some eventually fall in love. The tow of you would feel it but our dearly departed Kenneth did something to mask what might form between the tow of you. If he wasn't already dead I'd kill him for aggravating me."
As she again paused for breath Aidan entered the conversation, "So you mean to tell me that you're going to be lusting after another man?"
Looking at her husband Rhiannon was suddenly very glad he was the lance's wielder. Medium length straight black hair, sapphire blue eyes, sic foot two inches of yummy muscled male and a generous and kind spirit made him lust, love and drool worthy in her eyes, that he would someday wield the lance was just a bonus to her. "The only man I'll ever lust after is you Aidan. Even if the lance had a wielder you are all the man I need. Besides the lance is currently without a wielder, as it often is."
"Why?"
"Because detective Pezzini the Lance, like the Witchblade, is not one to suffer fools. In comparison the Witchblade is kinder to false wielders. What the lance did to Irons was but a taste of what it will do to any pretender who should attempt to use it. In madness or death there is no escape from it, use it falsely and it will torment you in the realms beyond for eternity."
"Explain."
"For those who use it falsely there will never be any rest for their spirit. It is even said that the lance treated a true wielder the same way. It is a picky entity, if it feels you are worthy than it will follow your commands and protect you, if not you will know a hell like nothing you have ever heard about, it makes Hell look like paradise."
