Into darkness, p.1
Into Darkness, p.1Patricia Scholes
The Song of the Lorekeeper
Patricia Renard Scholes
Copyright © December 2015 Patricia Renard Scholes
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New Thread in the Tapestry
The Man in Assassin Black
Exceptional Service Rendered
Managing the Heiress
The Duties of a Life Weaver
Watching from a Distance
An Unusual Ability
An Unidentified Wrongness
A Reason for Avoidance
Beginning the Absorption Process
The Hidden Place
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Zilla gasped at the intensity of the dream. In the dream, darkness flooded the City, then grew until it covered the whole planet. At its center stood a blank-eyed Tadessa, the Krindarwee Daughter. Instead of saving her people, as she was born to do, she betrayed them. A Zocassari roared with laughter as it played Tadessa like a puppet on strings. Everything the entity wanted, the mindless doll complied.
She lay in bed, stilling herself with deep breathing. Khaadi, she prayed. Is this a true dream, or just a possibility?
She remembered when her people had asked for a Daughter. Visitors from the stars assaulted them with horrendous weapons, capturing children, killing or enslaving the adults. The harassed people gasped out prayers of deliverance, and they ran. They ran into the forests, asking their Nulls to hide them.
The overworked Nulls fell asleep while on watch, and the Neevee came with huge transports large enough to capture whole villages. Elders tested the villagers to find more Nulls with fields large enough to hide whole villages. Most failed the tests, and the enemy captured more villages. In the southland, people learned new, alien, ways, such as slavery, war, and desperation. Hundreds of thousands of people fell to the Grey-Skins.
The free forests of the southeast turned into farms and ranches, the Neevee gobbling up territory as quickly as a baskeg’s unborn devoured its host. In addition to slavery and war, however, the Neevee brought a far more sinister invader with them as they conquered the planet, setting up Sector Cities, driving all who roamed the countryside into their cities, coercing them to do their bidding. Incorporeal entities accompanied the Neevee with persuasive words that seduced the people with lies.
“These things should not be!” she told Simbal, her best friend, a Thread Weaver, the one who perfected the skills of the Many-Threaded.
“Zocassari,” he agreed. “Those-Who-Should-Not-Exist. They are an affront to Khaadi’s design. The Neevee know about them. They brought them to us because they believed them to be as common every as sand is on the beaches, thinking that we, also, knew they existed.”
“But we don’t…”
“They know how to resist them. They teach their children from infancy in this skill.”
“Then we must do the same!”
He nodded. “The Zocassari feed off negative emotions. They love our despair and are drawn to it. So far, very few of us have been affected because we choose not to harbor negative emotions for long. Instead of deliverance, however, we must ask Khaadi for a Deliverer.”
“A Daughter,” Zilla said, exhaling a sigh of relief. A way to defeat these enemies existed after all.
“Khaadi has answered those prayers before, although our first ‘daughter’ was Janolly, the young male who taught us how to hide inside this image.” He gestured to his body, laughter in the back of his mind.
“I’ve read, and sung, the tapestries,” she said, a little disgruntled. “Lateka, the next Daughter, brought Janolly’s invaders to the Mother Tree who changed them into the Zarindan.”
He laughed out loud. He loved to banter with her in this way, stating the obvious as if he addressed a child.
In retaliation, she named the next four Daughters, all born to meet a crisis. As they laughed together, others in the village drew around them. Simbal presented their solutions, causing those who heard to laugh with them, in relief.
As one, the whole village prayed for Khaadi to send a Daughter to not only release them from slavery, but to defeat the Zocassari, a seemingly formidable task. But with a Daughter, who knew how Khaadi would provide?
All those stories are in our songs and tapestries, Zilla reminded herself as she dressed in a hurry to call the Elders.
This Daughter has taken a most circuitous route. She became known as the Second Daughter, after the First Daughter was adopted by a Neevee couple right after birth. Tadessa, the Second Daughter, learned both her mother’s Irelli heritage as well as her father’s Krindarwee ways. Who expected Tadellin to be offered a second seed when the Many-Threaded were so rarely provided more than a single child? Tadellin, called Snake by the Irelli, spent the remainder of his short life teaching Tadessa Krindarwee ways.
Then the Neevee General adopted her away from both her mother and her father. She now knew the ways of three peoples. Not for the first time Zilla questioned Khaadi’s logic. Shouldn’t the Daughter be all Krindarwee?
This time, however, an alien species, more alien in culture than even the Neevee, threatened to overtake her. If a way existed to stop them, Zilla intended to find it.
She put on a coat and added leggings over her plastiform clogs before she entered the dark winter morning. How she hated t
He opened the door, blinking away the sleep that still clouded his mind. She touched her forehead in respect. “Beneree.”
He repeated the gesture, but said instead, “Come in, Grandmother. Will you breakfast with us?”
She hesitated. “I don’t mean to be rude, Lafwellen.” She hesitated again. “Yes. I’ll have a little something with you and your family, but time slips by as we tarry.”
“What is it?”
“The Daughter is in danger. We must assemble the elders and plan how to counter this.”
“Why didn’t you announce this with mind speech?”
“Because the Xantis Tey listen,” she said.
He gestured dismissal. “They are just another invasion force, like the Neevee.”
“No,” she said. “Compared to these new people, the Neevee are no more than an irritant.”
He stared at her. Nevians had enslaved their people in Sector One. “An irritant?”
He jerked his head toward the back. “Marre, send Bessimi to the others. No mind speech. We meet now. We meet here. I will fix us breakfast.”
Zilla made them tea. She needed something to keep her mind busy, away from her fears. As she pulled her thoughts toward Khaadi, the fear began to dissipate.
The dream was a warning, she realized, not a vision of the future. Khaadi’s will still prevails. Why must I always remind myself of that?
By the time all of them arrived, Lafwellen sat them at his family’s low table, filled with enough food for twice their number. After breakfast, he sent his family away, cautioning them to silence. No one wanted these new invaders to know anything at all about the Krindarwee. Everyone understood. Most had lived their lives under the threat of extinction.
Zilla raised her arms to pray. “Khaadi, we thank you for your gifts, not only for the food you provided, but for the wisdom you will offer as we discuss this issue. We honor you with gratitude. Teach us how to align ourselves with your will, because we know you have already worked out the solution. Our lives are yours.”
“Our lives are yours,” the Elders replied.
“I had a dream, a nightmare, rather,” she began. As she shared it with them, she also explained she doubted the nightmare was a true vision, but a warning. They all knew her gift, and that she was never wrong in her predictions.
But a foreboding vision was something else. She hoped her people would be given the ability to overcome such a horrible future.
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