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Selkies' Skins 2: Chapter 17 part e

This was first pushed to my Patreon feed where it was visible to Patrons 12 days early.

I have decided that the vignette of Vadise and Amehana I posted long ago will remain in the manuscript. 




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Book one (Castle and Well) of Selkies' Skins is available in entirety in ebook format as of March 16th, beginning at Smashwords. The print edition is now available on Amazon and Lulu with Samantha Buckley's stunning cover depicting Kirsty and the storm. An audio edition of the first book in the series narrated by Illya Leonov and now available on Amazon, iTunes, and Audible, with other venues pending. He has finished "Book of Seals: Pearls of Sea and Stone" which accompanies and precedes Selkies' Skins: Castle and Well which will be available in full audiobook format soon, when I can get to uploading it finally. (click to hear what he sounds like in past recordings of other projects)


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Selkies' Skins 2
Section 2: Temple's Light
Installment 46
Chapter 17 (part 5)
Untangling the Web, Shifting the Veil
Untangling the Web, Shifting the Veil


Amehana and Vadise stood outside the closed doors, a high tone filling both their ears. Their sudden arrival surprised the guards, who lowered spears at the pair. Vadise pushed Amehana behind him as he drew his katana. The doors glowed in response to Amehana’s alarm and began to screech at the affront to their enchanter, swiftly taking on their proper color with her presence.

“Well, I was right about the location. I didn’t see a thing about spears at the doors.” Amehana looked around him as Vadise and the guards sized each other up.

“Who are you and how are you here?” Their clipped tones dropped like weights.

“This is my mate, Amehana Arashi. I’m Vadise.” His tone insinuated how he’d not let anything harm her.

“The gates called me.” She added simply gesturing. “And now you’ve angered them.”

“Lies. They’ve made noise the entire time we’ve been on shift.” The elder of the pair rebutted.

“Then you are deaf, or not got a drop of dragon’s blood in you.” She slipped around her mate and marched between the surprised guards to kiss the doors, soothing them. They reacted quickly, trying to prevent her from reaching the doors, but met with the ground before they could touch her.

They gave a gentle chime as her lips met the surface of the doors and audibly unlocked. Vadise sputtered. “They could have killed you!”

“You wouldn’t have let them dear.” Amehana smiled at him and stepped back. “I suggest you move boys. They’ll spring open and move you themselves otherwise. Enchanted doors really don’t like sharp things pointed at the one who enspelled them, though my mate’s dislike is much more.”

The pair scrambled away as the doors opened, Vadise putting away his sword and taking Amehana’s hand. He squeezed, silently displaying his continued displeasure and worry. She squeezed back and looked him in the eye. “And you were worried I didn’t need you.”

He rolled his eyes and shook his head. She swatted lightly with her tail as she pulled him into the room with her, the doors closing again before the guards could get their senses back enough from the confusion the doors had been casting on them.

 

The pair made their way through the room, Vadise keeping his hand near his sword and his grip on Amehana’s hand, he relaxed when the occupants of the next room beyond did not challenge, but nodded instead.

“You called Mara-okamisama?”

“You are late. I’m glad you brought a minder.” Mara gestured the pair over to her small group.

Vadise’s eyes narrowed when he saw Justin, and grunted.

“I … had some important self care that could not be put off.”

“I am glad you did come, both of you.” Mara looked the fox over. “He suits you. You’ll need him.”

Amehana blushed, but kneeled behind Justin where she was pointed. Mara likewise directed Vadise to sit with her. He locked his arms around Amehana, managing to get her in his lap, decidedly unhappy that yet again there was that boy… and that she was touching him. She twined her tail around his and squeezed, and he relaxed somewhat.

“Your wife WILL jolt when she helps force the gate so they can be pulled back here. Be prepared.” Mara whispered into his ear. “I’m sure you smell her unease. She’s not done this before at this extent, but she has to learn and I do need her element.”

He nodded and tightened his grip with thoughts of the cracking mirror back home. He could feel his mate wrapping herself around him and the way she stuffed the shivers down. Likewise he latched onto her as best he could and felt her stretching her energy to feel the barrier.

“Amehana, at my command I will need you to channel the storm and strike the directional lock.”

Amehana nodded, glancing at the young ones bridging the gap. Still feeling around, she eventually found it and then worked her will into the storm between the worlds. She smoothed what she could and ignored the temptation to explore it. She could do that later now that she was aware of this shard and could find it again at her leisure… with her mate to keep an eye on her in case of mistakes.

Justin kept his grip on Kirsty while his tutor and her mate settled behind him, well aware of the fox’s displeasure. He tried not to take it personally, knowing that if he ever were lucky enough to have a mate of his own he would be just as protective. It was harder and harder to hold onto Kirsty’s spirit with how far she ranged. The scent of blood filled his nose and he glanced down where a scrape had opened in her side.

Amehana and Vadise also looked, the fox tightening his grip on the dragon. Justin cursed under his breath. “Come on…”

Something in the storm changed a few moments after and the scent of ozone filled the room. Amehana’s connection to the storm strengthened, static running over her form and that of her mate through their connection.

“NOW! PULL THEM THROUGH!” Mara’s scream in the chamber echoed and crashed, a whip crack driving stopped time forward again. On the surface the seas roiled and foamed.

Amehana gathered the force and channeled it where sea, sky, and gate met, striking the key of blood in the lock to activate it. Her roar announced the breach as pain lanced through her body, but the energy of the storm also filled the crack that was forming in her soul and her mirror as quickly as it was spreading. Instinctively she held the gate open, sensing the more major deities also reaching to hold it open with her. There was no time for relief. While holding it open she had to resist the pull on her own soul into that realm between realms.

Justin reached with his soul and pulled on his sister, panting with effort and instantly covered in sweat. The added soul weight of his mother added another strain. He felt the strength of others with him, added to his, the priests and priestesses assisting.

One beat. Two. Three.

A ripping sound, the tearing of a veil.

The barking of a young white seal as she humped her way onto the shore, fought the pull of the waves. Then back into her body. She convulsed and buried her teeth in him. Justin yelped but did not pull away.

Another flash of lightning and clash of thunder. The deities released the gate which slammed shut. Mara’s young aspect stood just their side of where the gate had been clasping a pale Etain to her, then sank to her knees. Ven’thrith kneeled next to her, rocked them both gently, and pulled them both into a tight embrace as the young aspect sobbed quietly.

The scrap of the Lady that had clung to Kirsty separated, stood visible and looked around tiredly. Weakly she tousled Justin’s hair and nodded at Amehana and Vadise. 

The elder aspect of Mara clutched at the scrap and crushed her with a cry. “Another piece of you home.”

Amehana let go of Justin and leaned back into Vadise, shaking. She turned around in his lap and buried her face in him as the lightning still traveled in her body. He stroked her back and tried to ground her as well as he could. “It was so… old…” He kissed her cheek and held her until the trembling stopped and she had processed the leftovers.

“I want… my children…” Etain’s voice cut through the room despite it’s weakness. Her hand lifted toward Justin and Kirsty as her eyes opened.

Ven’thrith released them and Mara’s young aspect carried the selkie priestess to the pair. Etain shakily touched each in turn, lingering longer on Justin and looking into his eyes. She smiled.

“Stop biting, Kirsty.” In her exhaustion Kirsty still heard, and released.

 

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SS2, Chapter 17 d Untangling the Web, Shifting the Veil

This is several installments together's worth to catch up on missed time.  This was first pushed to my Patreon feed where it was visible to Patrons 3 days early.

I have decided that the vignette of Vadise and Amehana I posted long ago will remain in the manuscript. I've also finished the next two installments, which looks like they also should be part of chapter 17. At least I don't think this part got posted. I know today's didn't.




Welcome back to the story! If you don't wish to use the Selkies' Skin tag to find the entries, check the ToC on the Sticky Note at Dreamwidth. Story is mirrored to myLiveJournal, from my Dreamwidth, as well as on a dedicated site. For story news and more, subscribe to my Twitter (@AmehanaArashi) or go on Facebook and like either THG StarDragon Publishing or Selkies' Skins. As always, the main tag for the full story is selkies' skins and the tag for "Temple and Skinquest" is selkies' skins 2.

Book one (Castle and Well) of Selkies' Skins is available in entirety in ebook format as of March 16th, beginning at Smashwords. The print edition is now available on Amazon and Lulu with Samantha Buckley's stunning cover depicting Kirsty and the storm. An audio edition of the first book in the series narrated by Illya Leonov and now available on Amazon, iTunes, and Audible, with other venues pending. He has finished "Book of Seals: Pearls of Sea and Stone" which accompanies and precedes Selkies' Skins: Castle and Well which will be available in full audiobook format soon, when I can get to uploading it finally. (click to hear what he sounds like in past recordings of other projects)


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Selkies' Skins 2
Section 2: Temple's Light
Installment 45
Chapter 17 (part 4)
Untangling the Web, Shifting the Veil
Untangling the Web, Shifting the Veil


The veil caught on Kirsty as she broke through and its webby tatters wrapped around her. A cord slowed her frantic pace.

Behind her there were ripples but she did not have the time to pay attention. The sea called her, sharp and strong like Byron’s shouts when finding her in places she shouldn’t have been as a pup. Across the beach and into the waves she humped for her very soul to escape the ripping pain. Another ripple pressed through behind her and then she was in the wash. A few more humping jumps and the cold sea crashed over her and the receding waves helped her slip within the surging skirt. The call seemed to come from somewhere beyond the silver road that streamed across the sea from the foot of the moon.

So, she followed.

So long as she stayed on the path she could hear a silver cool tune. Lilting and dancing it seemed both to guide her forward and backward at once. She tried not to think about it too much. Time had long since given up reason on this quest and it was probably a distraction with her luck. It was too strong not to follow though, and she had the nagging sense that if she did not she would lose something.  The current did not always make it easy to stay on the lighted path but she knew, somehow, that she had to in order to get to where she needed to go.

She swam.

At some point the current stopped fighting her. The fact that it now pulled her somehow was more frightening than having had to fight to make any headway previously. The water was hungry and now she fought to stay on the path not to keep from getting lost, but to avoid the rocks and mouths she could not see but could feel.

The taste of the water changed next. It was no longer icy and clear as it had been a moment before, nor did it hold the sand her DNA memories whispered about storms kicking up. It was saltier, felt thicker, yet the color remained the same. The tide grew heavier and eventually the froth spoke of rocks much closer to the surface. The path of the moon continued on through the froth, deceptively still where it lay over the shifting sea.

The moonlight brightened. “Left! Go left!”

Kirsty obeyed the voice, one that had spoken in her blood before. A thin form more spray and mist than anything physical leaped from rock to rock and directed stray beams onto the hidden dangers. A wave cast her on top of one, and ethereal hands disentangled her.

“Lady? How did you get here?” Kirsty coughed and clamped a fin to her side, afraid to look and see how much red was probably leaking.

“I’ve been here. Have I been lost? I suppose I must have been, so I guess I’m found now. Sister sent you with the key I hope or we’re both stuck here.”

A wave washed up and thoroughly soaked Kirsty, setting fire to the scrape on her side.

“Key?”

“Our key, our blood. I can’t bleed like this.” The mist woman absorbed a little of the blood and brought it to her lips thoughtfully. “Yes, you carry it. We can get home. There’s another here we need to take too. She has it, but is too weak right now to open the gate from this side. Sister is with her.” Her voice lost the bubblyness to it. “I don’t think she can see me. I’ll have to ride on you.”

Kirsty grimaced. “Where’s the gate and how much blood am I going to need to open it? I’m only little like this so I don’t have oodles of it.”

“The gate is there.” She pointed further, two where two larger rocks tore sea and sky, and a smaller island of a rock between. “I don’t know how much. I just know I’ve been here a very long time, then she came in one of the storms, and now you are here..” The Lady frowned. “I have my suspicions I’m not all of me. I hope it won’t take much.”

“Right then. If you’re to ride me you will have to help me.”

The goddess slipped into the tiny furry form and surrounded Kirsty with a pale blue glow. Together they slipped back into the sea and made their way to the gate. At the end of the light lane they hauled themselves onto the sharp rock. Her mother’s moan filled her ears.

Kirsty let out a cry and a young Mara knelt down with Etain. Kirsty bared her teeth at the shark goddess, smelling the death clinging to and working through her mother, but also through Mara herself. She tried to shove the distaste away and pressed her nose into her mother.

Etain weakly stroked her pup, her scabbed palm passing over where Kirsty’s scrape was and mingling the blood. The Lady and Mara both, unaware the other was doing so, reached part of themselves into the water to transfer the blood. The gate opened and they pressed through with their charges.

 

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Augh

 I hate when a section of a story has gone missing. Nothing as disheartening as opening the Selkies' Skins manuscript to find a section you can't remember how to rewrite has gone missing. And THAT was also on the cloud server backup that shouldn't have lost anything.

This is why I don't like when "copies" get "cleaned up."



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Interesting writing style test results


At least this is according to what the program believes when I had part of Selkies' Skins: Castle and Well checked. I had part of Selkies' Skins: Temple and Skinquest checked as well with the same result.

 


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More earthquakes

 Well, this is rather concerning given how close my house is to the volcano, the fact that there's been fighting recently on the property (with my home always being a bit of a shrine in part TO the spirit of this particular volcano... and things having happened here that would certainly annoy a volatile spirit). I doubt that's what triggered the slow change in groundwater type or the earthquakes... but don't add to it...

Yes, you may eyeroll at my superstition.

https://activenorcal.com/5-earthquakes-recorded-near-mount-shasta
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The Ian's Realm Saga Books 1 - 3 Audiobook available

Yesterday the third part of The Ian's Realm Saga Trilogy Audio by D.L. Gardner narrated by Teresa Garcia (me!) went live for download. Please also make sure to check out the rest of the fascinating series.


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Small things

Merlin has been looking forward to Christmas family meals, particularly the one usually had with his uncle Tony. Christmas and Tony together for him means uncle's crab, which he's not tried but watched others eat in favor of the easier and less intimidating other protein options also provided.
Today I told him I'd get him a can of crab meat (not a usual purchase as tuna is much cheaper, but he's been waxing on lately and he's been trying so hard to be a big help despite being as sad as I am and also randomly just stopping and sighing mid task) but cautioned him it isn't as nice as freshly cooked. On the way home he came up with a recipe for his can of crab meat. Boiled mashed potatoes, his crab, butter, lemon pepper, some cilantro and parsley (he picked out some fresh bunches), and some of the green onion. We served this with cube steak for a budget surf and turf meal. He's pretty happy to have helped plan a "fancy" meal.
Sometimes it's the little things.
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More Flash Fiction Month stories

 Here is another set of flash fictions.
#18: The Beginning This is a collaborative set of flash fictions. Mine is the first. The other two are linked in order in the description. Together we give flashes of the rise and fall of a civilization.
#23: The Price of Knowledge This one is set as mature because the deity invaded gets a bit bloodthirsty. It is not outright gore. It's more like feeding Audrey II on stage level, but someone might find it triggering. I will make a separate patron locked post on here for those that want to read but do not have a free deviant art account.

#24: Seeking

Adding all of the flash fictions together that I've written so far for the month push I have gotten 11,538 words, not counting the unfinished short set sometime after where the Selkies' Skins, Dragon Shaman, and Shadow Chronicles series meet. I'm not counting that one as it is not finished, went a different direction than intended, and probably will be saved for incorporation once I get to the time it is set for into whichever of the three strands it ends up best for.


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Flash Fiction Month check in

As of right now I've managed to catch up to all the prompts so far plus the one for the Thursday writers prompt.

Total words thus far: 6,399 within 14 days.

I hurt.

Flash Fiction Month Stories
Day 1: The Nest
Alien bird conservation

Day 2: Bigfoot Spotted in N. California
Editorial challenge

Day 3: Blindness
What is beyond blind?

Day 4: The Storage Unit Community
Animals and storage units

Day 5: I Hate Updates
Thesis papers and Windows updates...

Day 6: Nosy Lady
Bigfoot's Perspective

Day 7: Saint Nichola
A person transitioning from female to male plays Santa for a family that has recently had a bad loss.

Day 8: Delusion
The challenge had to do with unfair reincationations

Day 9: Just a Little Something
A Chinese theater god vents to some Japanese friends and recruits a dragon for... a coconut?

Day 10: Turnabout
Coyote/Kokopelli trickster story

Day 11: Clarity
A girl seeks answers about her mother in a mermaid/selkie pool

Day 12: The Cards
Just your average flash fiction with living tarot

Day 13: A Paleontological Nightmare
A Paleontologist is taken back in time by a Nightmare. Is it a dream... or not?

Day 14: Forgiveness
A witch astral projects for an unusual reason.


Gaming Related Flash Fiction for the Core Writer's Challenge
Otohime's Heart
Otohime's point of view when having to contract help from Amaterasu.


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