Beast Tales

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic
This is where the idea from my book came from, a short sory for Young Authors Night.

Submitted: November 07, 2009

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“This isn’t real!” I gasped, gazing at the wonder about me. I was high on the mountains, looking down at a sparkling city below. Its dim light did not interrupt the stars though, as they sparked in the sky like so many candle lights being held by angels. The snow fell lightly and covered everything like a cold blanket of pure white bliss as the moon gazed down upon me, its pale yellow glow making my eyes sparkle.
 
“You’re right,” said Calanthe, stirring in my lap. The cream-coloured cat arched her back and stared at me slyly with her green eyes. “It’s not.’
Suddenly the mountains faded and I was sitting in my room again. I shot up; not an easy feat when sitting on a beanbag so, naturally, I tripped.
“Well that was graceful.” the cat crooned, amusement lighting her features. I whirled, having recovered, and glared at her. She seemed to arch an eyebrow.
“Yes, Dulcie?” she mocked, her soothing mind voice appearing in my own thoughts. I seethed. Dulcie, she had said once before, was my name.
 
‘But my name is Freya!’ I had argued.
‘You have many names, of which few are known to you,’ she had replied coolly, ‘Dulcie is Latin and it means ‘sweet’. That is the reason this name was bestowed upon you.”
 
Right now I felt anything but sweet.
“Your emotions are a nuisance to me,” Calanthe complained.
“I am sorry I cannot control my annoyance, but if it bothers you, maybe you shouldn’t do stuff like that to people without asking!” I snapped.
She gave the feline equivalent of a shrug, “You longed to see the mountains, so I took you to them.”
“Yes, but now they’re gone!”
Calanthe looked at me like I was insane and this unsettled me, for it as rather odd to have a cat question your sanity. Then she got up and left the room.
I frowned after her. It was but a month ago when my beast-speaking abilities had spawned. Ghandra, Calanthe had called it. The birth of one’s powers. How odd that in a family oblivious to any abilities whatsoever had produced a daughter like me. Of course, it had to remain a secret like the many movies I had watched as a child. It developed a sense of dark mystery I used to love. I sighed. That’s all I felt like sometimes; a character in someone else’s movie that I was destined to play a part in.
Oh, well, I thought bitterly, best stick to the script.
 
* * *
I awoke to the sound of screaming.
My eyes flew open and I kicked the sheets off, which where already tangled around my legs. I stopped my pointless flailing and swiftly untangled the thin cloth. I heard the scream again and sprinted to the kitchen while pulling on a dressing-gown. I took the stairs two at a time, going dangerously fast and used the hand rails to propel me around the corner. But all the time in the world could not have prepared me for the sight before my eyes. There, lying limp across the floor was my mother, her face pale and troubled. I knelt beside her and checked her breathing. Slow but even, like she was sleeping.
“Mum?” I whispered despairingly.
She did not stir.
“She falls close to the long rest.” Calanthe said sombrely, entering the room. Long rest was the word used by beasts for death. My mother was dying.
“Her spirit lies in the Dreamtime, where all the memories and dreams are kept.”
My eyes flickered to her, tears rolling down my cheeks, but my voice firm and strong, “You have to take me to her.” I demanded.
“It will not be easy,” she cautioned, “and there is much to lose. So much more than one mortal life.” She nodded towards my mother’s body.
I looked at my poor mother, impervious to the world around her. I looked back at Calanthe and my face must have looked as awe-filled as I felt for the cat tilted her head in pity. I gathered my wits, but my voice came out weak and quiet, “She’s my mother.”
Calanthe nodded, “Alright, you must surrender your mind to mine and I will take you to the Dreamtime.”
I did as she bid and soon I was looking at my own body, standing there with its eyes closed.
“Are you ready?” Calanthe asked. I looked over at her body of which was more so like a lion than a cat. This must be the form she took.
“Yes.” I said, determined.
 
Calanthe took off and I followed, able to move freely by pure will. As the Earth disappeared and we took off into a world unknown, I knew that my life had a purpose.
To save my mother.


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