here it is second chapter. I'll try to work on it more.
I almost stumbled out the castle doors, wrapping my cloak around to fight against the bitter cold trying to defer me. Oh no, you will not hinder me tonight Haokah, I am determined. My feet pounded against the well trodden grass and packed earth, as I ran towards the forest. A flat fold up shrine was underneath my arms, while incense was stored inside my robes in case, heaven forbid, it started to rain. She couldn't successfully smuggle a student out of Hogwarts by herself. She'd need help. Since she didn't know any adults who could help, she'd use a bit of magic. She was a witch right?
She came to a halt in a small open area, covered just enough of the sky to protect if it rained but open enough that she could see the shimmering full moon behind the dark leaves. The forest smelled of earth, rich and open, not defiled by human hand. Quietly and calm-like she unfolded the small wooden thing, planting it firmly in the loose soil. It was decorated with exuberant colors. Vibrant reds and mysterious purples, making the designs almost seem like they were dancing across the smooth wood. Abeque ignored the fantastic designs, pulling out her incense, a combination of sweetgrass and cedar, held together with a fine twine. I placed one on either side, in the carved out holder, and pulled out a matchbook. I mumbled as I struck one, lighting the thick combination of herbs. This was dangerous, but she didn't have anyone else to turn to. A prayer she had only said one other time in her life floated to the top of my head with easy grace. I sunk to my knees before it, folding my hands together.
"Oh Great Coyote,
please answer my prayer,
perk up a satin ear,
and listen to my plea,
of chaos and mischief my request has been born,
and so I reach to the Trickster of old lore."
I paused, letting the sweet smell of incense waft over me. My whole body screamed to not finish, and leave it as it was. I ignored it, and continued. No chickening out. The next was basically free verse, and you described what you wanted from him/her. It just had to sound cool, and hopefully you weren't talking to the wind.
"From inner turmoil I plea,
set a chained child free,
from dire love's dangerous embrace,
leave her not her fate to face,
Lend thy hand and your wit,
to save her from this dark endless pit,
down a road so bleak and sour,
may you come in the passing hour."
Now, it was time to pledge, which was the scariest part. My whole body shook, defying me, trying to run, I could literally hear my muscles straining against my will. I closed my eyes.
"I offer my heart,
my blood,
and my soul,
as payment for your toil,
and are bound to you as servant and slave,
and your human wantings I will gladly crave."
I choked out the last part, because that meant he could do anything with my body, or soul he wanted. But I stood true. In an hour, the incense would be gone, and if he wasn't here by then I' have to figure something else out.
A couple of minutes went by, and clear of impending doom, I got up and moved to sit underneath a tree. Now was the waiting, which was just as terrifying as the prayer itself. A rouge god or goddess could have caught it, or maybe the Trickster would see thing the other way and- she shrieked as a large cracking noise came from above. A tree branch cracked and groaned under an unseen weight. Either the Trickster got fat or the Forbidden Forest was awake.
The branch fell to the ground, and a large man rolled off it into view. Okay, so neither.
"What-what do you want?" I asked, backing up against a tree nearby, drawing my wand.
"I caught your prayer of course." a small, glittery orb danced on his palm. I raised my eyes to him. A god?
"That's not yours." he laughed, and his hands enclosed over it.
"Please, we don't want that nasty little Trickster getting it, he'd just screw it up." A voice seemed to bubble from beside the man/god.
"Excuse me." There, sitting Indian style and hanging upside down, was a blonde-headed man, with beautiful purple eyes. He looked at the man. "I am not nasty. I am quite clean actually. Unlike you." the man's eyes widened as the blonde one. Was that the Trickster? He looked...different.
"Y-you..I thought you were off in-" The Trickster turned upright, and pointed to his hand, cutting him off.
"Is that mine?" he stuttered, and opened his hand shoving the prayer forward. The Trickster plucked it delicately from his hands. "Off with you." he made shooing motions, and the man stuttered and stumbled away. The Trickster then began rolling the prayer around in his hands. He smiled dazzlingly at me, and brought it up to his ear, listening intently. He nodded and lowered it. "Satin ear? I'm flattered." I blushed and looked down.
"Sir, you look..different." he seemed to ignore her.
"And I get to keep you? Oh my, heart, soul and.." his eyes raked over and he leaned in, whispering in her ear. "body." I tried not to jump, failing miserably. He straightened up. "It's not often I get prayers any more, probably because pee-ons like that idiot keep stealing them." he crossed his arms over his chest. "So I'll help you, and will kindly accept your offer." For the second time, I wished I had just kept my mouth shut. What had I gotten myself into?
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