A Crazy Belief(Spell's Myth and Magic Challenge)

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This is for Spell's Myth and Magic Challenge. I have wrote and rewrote this about three times. But, at last, here is the finished product! Hope you enjoy it! :)

Submitted: May 09, 2010

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The day was slow, though it felt as if many hours had passed, the golden ball had just finished rising, and lit the cloudless sky. The grass surrounding me danced in the spring breeze, tickling my skin. The bitter sweet smell of rain still lingered in the air. The first leaves of the year whistled in the light wind, echoed by the chirping of the returning birds. I straightened my back against the rough bark behind me.
Slowly, the coolness of the season died down.
Time passed.
The sun blurred my vision and eyelids felt heavy. My head titled to one side, and was now sweating from the unusual heat. The grass and leaves laid still.
The strange sensation of sinking crept over me. My eyes would not open; my mind drifted into a soothing oblivion. A new, harsh wind rushed passed me as gravity pulled my weight down a large rabbit hole.
 
 
*****
 
 
The feeling of something wet and cold on my forehead startled me awake. My eyes shot open and I hastily looked around. I was in a small, hut-like building with very little furniture. I was lying on a few sheets of grey cloth on the ground. Beside my bed was a tall, dark woman dressed in thin white clothing. Her black hair was braided and her eyes were surrounded by thick mascara the stretched to the edges of her face.
She spoke quietly and with a thick accent, “How are you feeling?” I did not reply. Who was this woman I thought, starring into her deep brown eyes.  Where am I? “Child, do not be afraid.” She reached out her hand, but I jerked slightly back. An awkward silence filled the air between us. Sweat trickled down my face, and my skin burned. Though I did not acknowledge it before, my limbs were aching. Did this woman, I thought, just save my life?
“May I ask you who you are?” My voice came out crackled and hoarse from the lack of using it, or maybe it was the dry air.
“I am who I am,” she replied softly. She lifted her hand to my forehead. I tried to jerk away again, but I couldn’t. My body felt numb and my mind became tired. My eyelids became heavy, but would not close. I began to feel cold.
After a long moment, she drew back her hand. My body temperature rose and I regained control of my limbs.
“Child, you are in a fight with your mother?” My eyebrows lowered, wrinkling my forehead. What’s it to her? I snapped inside my head. “One must be strong and forgiving.”
I turned my head away. I don’t have to answer to her! She continued to stare at me, as if waiting for a reply. I opened my moth to say something, but could not find the words. The silence between us was now stronger than before.
Time went by, I don’t know how long, and only increased the scorching heat. Suddenly the eerie stillness around us broke. There were voices in the distance. I almost jumped off the bed sheets in shock. When I turned to her, she was holding white sheets in her hand.
“It will protect you from the sun.” She stood up and wrapped herself in a similar cloth. Copying her, I managed to put it on. Nothing but our eyes were visible now. I moved, with surprising ease, towards the entrance. I pushed the cloth to a side with my arm to reveal mountains of sand before me. The ground blended in with the yellow sky. The Earth at that moment never seemed endless.
I shook the awe off and took a step outside. My feet sank with each step. I lost balance and fell on my face. I expected the woman to have laughed, but I heard nothing, not even footsteps. I picked myself up and looked around. The house was vacant and there was not a single living creature in sight. Where has she gone?
The voices in the distant grew louder. I turned my attention there and began to walk hurriedly, falling several times. The heat was unbearable, but the walk was short. Past the hills of golden specks, there was a large collection of huts surrounded by glittering water and tall trees. Just a little while away from the mud city, were a few men on horses chasing another man dressed in dark colours. I could not understand what they were saying, but judging by the large sack at the dark man’s side, I bet he’s a thief, I thought to myself.
I stood there oblivious for a moment; before I finally occurred to me that the riding figures were getting bigger. Oh, my goodness! My eyes lit in realization. They are headed straight for me! The man maneuvered to the right to avoid me just as I leaped to the right to get away. I crashed into his leg, knocking him over and unbalancing the chestnut. The sack fell into the sand and dates spilled out. The man, grunting, quickly got to his feet, but the other men had reached us and surrounded him. Two of the four men mounted off their horses and bound the man’s hands behind his back. One of the men on a horse turned to me and spoke.
“???? ??? ??? ???????? ????? ?????”
Though I knew the man was speaking in some non-English language, I understood him.
“Your welcome, and may Ra protect you too,” I replied, hoping he would understand.
“Come and we shall reward you,” the man said in Arabic. I nodded and he called over his other companions.
“The hero!” one called as he approached me. I smiled, though it was invisible to them.
I was given a ride and we reached the city in a matter of minutes. Two of the men took the criminal opposite of where we were heading. Around me, there were people, covered head to toe, buying, selling, or just walking. The city, contradictory to what I had seen from outside, was buzzing with life.
We stopped at a dirt tank filled with water. The men hopped off professionally and looked at me as if waiting for me to do the same. I tried to copy them, kicking my one foot up as I tried to lean my weight to one side. I tripped over my feet, flipping in the air before I hit the ground.
The men laughed, “He’s a comedian, too!” I picked myself up, my face flushed. The horse, unhappy with my stunt, kicked my back with a hoof. I fell and the men laughed again. The horses were led to the water tank and started to drink almost immediately. I helped myself up again and I began to brush the dust off.
“Allow me to introduce myself,” said one of the men. “I am Adjo, and my comrade, Kemnebi.”
“I’m, um, Simon,” I said hesitantly. They both stared at me. They did not speak their minds; however I knew they were resisting the urge to laugh at my name.
“Alright, Sih-maan, we are grateful to you. Let us honour you with a feast,” said Kemnebi.
“Very grateful,” I replied, looking at the horse and cursing it quietly.
“Where are you from?” asked Adjo.
“Canada.” They tried hard, but laughter, first starting off as a snicker, arose quickly and did not die down for quite some time.
“Where is that?” Adjo asked between gasps of laughter.
“West of Europe.”
“There’s a place west of Europe?” Adjo asked, looking at his companion.
“Not to my knowledge.” He paused for a moment then spoke again. “Europe is the country north from us, right?”
“I always thought that was Al Mansurah. Maybe the white countries farther north of us.”
“Regardless, we welcome you,” Kemnebi said turning back to me.
 
 
*****
 
We arrived at a large, box-like mud building. There were several horses outside, tied to a tree. It was dark out, and the light from inside the hut shone brightly through the cloth. There was a loud chatter coming from inside. I stepped inside, escorted by Kemnebi and Adjo.
The room was lit by several candles, and was filled with many people. Is this a celebration? I thought. As soon as I stepped inside, the heads turned to greet me. Smiling and occasionally replying with a few words, I made my way to cushion-like seat at one side.
“There shall be worship ceremony, and then we will feast,” explained Adjo. He walked away to a group of bulky men. Noticing me, he waved me to come along.
“This young man stopped the date crook, you know, the one we’ve been trying to catch for days,” he grinned, patting my back. “He saw us in the distance, and blocked the Najib’s escape route. When Najib tried to turn, he pounced on him like a loin!”
“Well done, child!” one of the men said patting my shoulder like Adjo, only harder.
“Not only that, the kid has a great sense of humor.” I heard Kemnebi say as he entered the conversation.
“Child, why don’t you take off the covering?” someone asked. It just occurred to me that I was the only one still wearing the cloth. I shrugged, hoping no one would continue to resist.
“You don’t need that in here!” someone else laughed.
“Are you shy?”
“Are you cold? Too hot?”
“Protecting yourself from what sun?” I did not answer, instead, I eyes immediately fell to my feet. I felt my face heat up.
“Leave the child alone,” Adjo said, seeing my eyes moistening.
“The fire is going to be lit, come outside!” yelled a young boy from the door. We all began to make our way out. The men continued their conversation about a new topic. I didn’t pay attention. I was trying to keep out of attention. I felt as though I was a joke and craved someone to talk to. I then realized I had not seen the strange woman since I left her in the hut. Where is she? My thoughts were interrupted by a large man with black hair as long as a woman’s.
“Won’t be needing that,” he said as he snatched off the cloth on my head. Everyone froze. Their eyes were locked on my pale skin, hazel eyes, and red hair that always sticks up.
“What is he?” I heard someone whisper. More gossips began shortly afterwards. Some kids even found a need to poke me a couple of times.
“Relax.” Adjo’s voice silenced the whispers. “He is from a foreign land. A land called ‘Cun-uh-dah’.”
“Was it a long boat ride?” one of the kids asked.
I answered without thinking. “I can’t stand boat rides! Only went once when I was little. Got sea sick easily.”
“How did you get here, then?” someone else asked. The reality of my answer sank into my head as I panicked to find an answer.
“By… ship?” I answered.
“I thought you said you don’t like boats.”
“I… wanted to try it out.” I lied.
“I thought you said you only went once.”
“Well, this is my first time.”
“I thought you said you went when you were little.”
“Oh, stop it, Dinew!” scolded a lady, waving her finger at the man. “You’re confusing the poor thing!” The man apologized and a large fire was lit. People of all ages were dancing around it, their faces flickering red. Long shadows moved around them as if confining them into the circle in which they moved so merrily.
“Homage to thee, O thou glorious Being, thou who art dowered. O Ra, when thou risest in the horizon of heaven a cry of joy goeth forth to thee from all people. O thou beautiful Being, thou dost renew thyself in thy season in the form of the Disk, within thy mother Hathor.” One man began, then others joined in. The hymn continued for hours, it seemed. I stood out of their circle, dazed by the magnificent ritual.
“Sih-maan,” came Adjo’s voice, snapping me out of my memorization. “Do you not respect Ra? Have you your own God?” Many people stopped to stare at me.
Flashes of my mother came rushing into my head. She slammed my door behind her as she stomped into my room.
“Listen to me, young man!” she growled. “You are not leaving this room! Or getting supper!”
“Whatever!” I snapped. “Just get lost!”
“Do you want to rot in Hell? Is it that much for you to acknowledge-”
“…God.” Adjo’s voice broke into my thoughts.
“I don’t believe in stupid Gods, for God’s sake!” I screamed, outraged.
“Which God’s sake? Does he believe in God or not?” asked Dinew, more to the woman beside him than the furious child.
Suddenly, the fire erupted, shooting ashes and sparks in all directions. The sparks lit the ground circling me on fire. I whipped my head back and forth, looking for an escape route. The flames grew at an unnatural pace and now stretched high into the dark sky. The sand beneath my feet softened, as I sank deeper and deeper. There were voices panicking in the distance as a fierce wind picked up all around, specks of rock and sand spun around me.
My vision became blurry with the dust and ashes in the air. Heavy streams of grey replaced the dark purple sky. I began to gasp for air, but my lungs filled with thick intoxicated air. Tears rolled down my cheeks, and I began to cough violently. Gripping my throbbing chest, I sank to my knees.
A cooling sensation began in my mind and I finally released the control of my body and drifted into a calming darkness behind my eyelids.
 
 
*****
 
I opened my eyes with great ease. I sat up and glanced around. I gasped as I realized the environment around me. I was on a thin white fog and all around me was a sky blue colour. I tried hard to recall what had happened. Vivid flashes of the dancing flames flooded back into my head.
“Where am I?” I asked in particular direction. My voice bounced off invisible structures and echoed back to me. Sighing, I thought I should get to my feet, but the fear of sinking and falling off the fog made me think otherwise. I sat there for awhile, staring into the vast oblivion above me.
“Child!” roared a deep voice. I jumped and hastily turned to see the owner of it. There was no one. The air was silent again except my breathing. I just imagined it, I lied to myself. Relax, just relax.
“Child, be aware.” The new voice was soft and familiar. I did not dare to turn around in fear of not seeing anyone again. “Turn around.” Hypnotically, I turned around to see a vulture, shining in the sun. It stared at me, its eyes glittering.
“You are short tempered.” The deep voice came from the sun behind the vulture.
“Ra, be merciful,” said the soft voice. The vulture turned to the sun, not opening its moth.
“Mut, why should I spare this child?”
“I know there is strong belief and faith in his heart.” I stared in disbelief, shaking in fear.
“Child, I will make you deal.” There was a pause. “I shall spare your life.”
“I accept!” I yelled hastily.
“Child, you must not-”the vulture cried, opening its beak, but was silenced by the blinding light.
“Then shall it be.”
The blue and white around me began to melt and drip to the ground as if it was made of paint. I felt cold, and shivered. The temperature fell so low; I began to freeze in seconds. Oh, Lord! What have I done? Please help me! Mother, help me! Mother…My eyes lit up in sudden realization of what I had sacrificed. Hot tears escaped my eyes. I’m sorry! Ra, please spare her! She has never done anything wrong! I prayed inside my head. My mouth would not open and I lost my voice. I’m so sorry.
Suddenly, I felt something warm grasp my shoulder.
“It will be fine,” said the gentle voice. I turned to see the strange woman from before.
“Mut, help her, please,” I cried in a whisper. “I’m sorry…”
“Shh, child, rest.” She pulled me towards her and I allowed myself to fall into another sleep.
 
 
*****
 
 
“Simon! I told you not to go outside!” My eyes shot open and I jerked myself up. A tall, woman -the most beautiful I have ever seen- stood over me. I was frozen for awhile, taking in the spring breeze and the light of a new day. I jumped to my feet and wrapped my arms around her.
“Oh, mother!” Tears rolled my cheeks once again. “I love you.” I felt her arms tighten around me too.
“I love you too, my dear, misbehaving child.”
We both laughed.


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