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Selkies' Skins 2: Chapter 20

This was first pushed to my Deviant Art Gallery for an entry in my #FlashFictionMonth2021 offerings. 

 


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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. (click to hear what he sounds like in past recordings of other projects)

This scene may (most likely, there is some I'd like to add that would not fit in the word count) get rewritten, moved, or dropped when preparing the webnovel version for the print version.



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Selkies' Skins 2
Section 3: Emergence
Installment 50
Chapter 20
The Master Tome
Untangling the Web, Shifting the Veil


 Kirsty found herself emerging into a library once through the passage. She looked around the dimness, filled with the scent of old scrolls. How the paper, papyri, and parchment could survive underwater she wasn’t sure. On the same note, she could no longer tell if she were underwater or not. She moved a hand experimentally through the atmosphere surrounding her and noted the thickness and the thinness moving her fur. Was it both at once somehow? How?

 
 
With a flick of her tail she had the unsettling feeling of both legs and tail working at once, pulling her attention even thinner than it was. Ironically this also seemed to sharpen her attention to this point in time she experienced, lurching her stomach.
 
 
Her attention settled on a very large tome in the middle of the room that seemed to be made of a combination of all modes of inscription, shifting back and forth as it pleased, including seaweed paper and even stone tablets. It shifted slower under her gaze, yet not staying in any one form long. Refusing to, as if it were itself alive and cognizant of her intruding gaze.
 
 
Kirsty made her way toward the tome, drawn by the placement. As soon as she came in front of it a form solidified and looked disturbingly familiar. The brown fur of Father Ronan’s tome waited for her touch. This was clearly a different section of his sundered pelt as the markings were all wrong compared to the one from Caer Carrick’s library, but somehow she knew it was his all the same. Carefully she opened what she had come to know as “The Book of Seals.” Instead of the familiar yellowed parchment paper on land this paper was made of bleached seaweed.
 
 
“Father Ronan?” she asked softly “What are you doing here?”
 
 
“I am and I am not here, Child.” The familiar text spread across the blank page. “I also am not alone. As to what I am doing here, it is the same as I always have been. Chronicling. Sharing. Teaching. Waiting.”
 
 
“Several of us are here, not just someone of your species, Priestess.” Another hand spread across the page.
 
 
“At least one representative of each major sea species. Perhaps at some point others will join us when they feel ready,” a third and far more crabbed script scrabbled across the page.
 
 
“How?”
 
 
“We give part of ourselves. I, as you figured out already, gave my skin back to Her. This is the Master Tome. What you found in the library is another copy of my volume of the ‘Pearls of Sea and Stone,’ but currently only is keyed to what is needed for you since it originally went to Caer Carrick from my abbey. There are other copies bearing my fur, as I know you’ve already intuited.”
 
 
“Could I learn what I need to know about all of the species?” Kirsty leaned in, her fingers stroking hungrily at the edges. “And what about the herbology and lost potion secrets?”
 
 
“In theory.” All three wrote to her at once. “And over time. Not today though. You won’t have much time here.”
 
 
Kirsty looked around in confusion. Things looked like they should for a library. It was only then that she felt an oily aftertaste, felt it seeping into her fur and allowing frigid sullied water access to her skin. The room shifted and darkened. Books gave way to statues and the ghost of a drill bit lanced the floor and struck the heart of the sea. Screams of rage and fear filled the water and forms swam out from the city, her awareness filling the area in a moment as the point in time replayed itself.
 
 
A Triton reared in front of her between Man’s Lance and the Tome with shield and sword despite knowing such tools inadequate.
 
 
Time bent again. The city lay dead and quiet. Statues stood guarding the prize and waited around the Tome. The Tome waited, giant sized on a lectern while oil seeped and her mother’s blood still lingered in the water trying to overwrite and correct what had been done here. Kirsty’s eyes fell on the wounded skin of the planet, Mara’s waters seeping down into the elder sister as much as the oil seeped up, a mingling of blood. Her hand went to the broken metal.
 
 
“I need to find someone that can cap this right. I’m a water witch, not someone that knows how to make a bit of metal into a plug.”
 
 
“That you can do later back in the human realm. This tome needs moved. Mara bids it be you.” The statues’ gaze bored into Kirsty. The samebito regarded her with his shark eyes. “We will not be able to hold a filter much longer, and you were expected quite some time ago.”
 
 
Kirsty’s gaze went to the flat gaze of the samebito statue. The disapproval there struck deep. She was well aware that she was flailing about and had most likely made many mistakes in this process, and likely failing her tests. The added weight sank her heart. “Where to?” She struggled to keep strength in her voice. Somehow she could not abide the idea of seeming weak to the essences of the many other mer races.
 
 
“Mother Mara will guide you if you seek her.” His jaw set.
 
 
An octopus mer raised a tentacle and his weapon more to press against man’s influence. “You are already seeking her, make no more side trips. Be resolute. Take the book and go.”
 
Turning her eyes back to the Master Tome she discovered it had already closed. The size daunted her but she lifted it anyway to see if she could lift it, expecting it to remain in the lectern due to how heavy it had to be. To her surprise it came easily and even shrank to a size she could easily fit into her sporran. Kirsty slipped it in and surveyed the room. Her mother’s blood still struggled to correct the ocean around them.
 
 
“It’s not enough. There’s too much.” Her stomach turned again. Her eyes fell on a sharp rise in the middle of the lectern. Had it been there beneath the Master Tome the entire time? Her hand reached for the edge. A force drew her palm to rest lightly. A small incision, a little blood, a small offering of life force to preserve what could be saved. A promise to return.
 
Kirsty withdrew her palm and clenched her hand. A breath later she felt the planetary matrix activate, the lighting of the statues’ eyes and the crystals formerly unseen. A passage of light opened around her and a song wove somewhere at the end, the new location. Her flippers propelled her forward into the surf unbidden.
 
 
The room went dark again and the filter the statues held grew smaller, holding as best they could for physical care and for the one tasked with their own transport to eventually come.

 

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Flash Fiction Month Stories List!

  Flash Fiction Month is happening, and I have been working on catching up to it. You can read my flash fictions for free on my Deviant Art gallery. Views help boost me in the algorithm, if I understand things correctly. I will update this list to link to where you can read the flash fictions written for this month.

 

Flash Fiction Month 2021

 

  1. The Idols: Obsession, or safety? https://www.deviantart.com/amehanarainstardrago/art/FFM2021-1-The-Idols-884398326
  2. Rainbringer: When the rain runs dry, what happens when there is less to bring? https://www.deviantart.com/amehanarainstardrago/art/FFM2021-2-Rainbringer-884402495
  3. I Want Flames: Aging does not mean growing up. https://www.deviantart.com/amehanarainstardrago/art/FFM-2021-3-I-Want-Flames-885840121
  4. Wind and Stream: Experience the connection of a tree between her suitors. https://www.deviantart.com/amehanarainstardrago/art/FFM-2021-4-Wind-and-Stream-885848421
  5. I Just Want A Bed: No, really. I just want a bed! https://www.deviantart.com/amehanarainstardrago/art/FFM-2021-5-I-Just-Want-a-Bed-886131751
  6. Sloth: Be careful what you program. https://www.deviantart.com/amehanarainstardrago/art/FFM-2021-6-Sloth-886138477
  7. Within Her Mirror: Snow White from the Magic Mirror's perspective. https://www.deviantart.com/amehanarainstardrago/art/FFM-2021-7-Within-Her-Mirror-886218522
  8. A) The Fae Bride: A Fairy bride and what a chance encounter means for her future groom. https://www.deviantart.com/amehanarainstardrago/art/FFM-2021-8-The-Fae-Bride-886230385
    B) They: Wander with a spirit that had never walked as human. https://www.deviantart.com/amehanarainstardrago/art/FFM-2021-8b-They-886338858
  9. Cloud In The Storm: The Cloud Maiden always wanders far, and sometimes she comes when called. https://www.deviantart.com/amehanarainstardrago/art/FFM-2021-9-Cloud-in-the-Storm-886233369
  10. Starstone City: Adventurers, a love triangle, and personality clashes. https://www.deviantart.com/amehanarainstardrago/art/FFM-2021-10-Starstone-City-886247909
  11. Providence: A half selkie shipwrecked encounters a full selkie family. https://www.deviantart.com/amehanarainstardrago/art/FFM-2021-11-Providence-886241301
  12. The Taste of People: A forest spirit speaks his mind https://www.deviantart.com/amehanarainstardrago/art/FFM-2021-12-The-Taste-of-People-886149220
  13. You'll Be Mine: Loving? Obsessive? You get to make up your own mind about this Fae and his letter. https://www.deviantart.com/amehanarainstardrago/art/FFM-2021-13-You-ll-Be-Mine-886146025
  14. The Cloud Maiden's Shrine Origin: The Cloud Maiden chooses a home, and a priest to serve her. https://www.deviantart.com/amehanarainstardrago/art/FFM-2021-14-The-Cloud-Maiden-s-Shrine-Origin-886141083
  15. Wishing Cookies: Just a little bit of baking. https://www.deviantart.com/amehanarainstardrago/art/FFM2021-15-Wishing-Cookies-886040849
  16. An Unusual Day In The Life of Sir Seb (or Sir Sebastion): When a villain is bad at being bad and it's the castle dragon that needs rescuing Sir Sebastion gets to clean up the mess. https://www.deviantart.com/amehanarainstardrago/art/FFM2021-16-An-Unusual-Day-in-the-Life-of-Sir-Seb-885959154
  17. Temptations: In which I mock blouse ripper romance and shed a little light on certain aspects of the Temple of Mara that aren't so fun. Or is it just angst? https://www.deviantart.com/amehanarainstardrago/art/FFM-2021-17-Temptations-886054881
  18. Who Summoned Me To Punch A Fish?: Teenagers, elder gods possessing tentacles, and wannabe gangs. https://www.deviantart.com/amehanarainstardrago/art/FFM-2021-18-Who-Summoned-Me-to-Punch-a-Fish-886057619
  19. Dragon And Hawk Reunite: A long flash forward for Ryu Take and BlowingWind Mountainchild from my Dragon Shaman books. https://www.deviantart.com/amehanarainstardrago/art/FFM-2021-19-Dragon-and-Hawk-Reunite-886209592
  20. Untethering The Dragon: When a spirit incarnates as a human but needs their powers there is always some sort of price. https://www.deviantart.com/amehanarainstardrago/art/FFM-2021-20-Untethering-The-Dragon-886335217
  21. The Cloud Dance: Your typical unruly princess, and the typical falling for a guard. The Cloud Maiden has plans for them https://www.deviantart.com/amehanarainstardrago/art/FFM-2021-21-The-Cloud-Dance-886350253
  22. In progress
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The Tree She Became

The Tree She Became
By Teresa Garcia
Wordcount: 948
 

“Allow me to tell you a story that I know to be true, though you may think this to be just another old woman’s fantasy. I’ll remind you that I was not always in this nursing home as a resident.”
 
She always started her stories this way while rocking in the old wooden rocking chair we kept for her on the screened porch. She enjoyed the view and how she could see her old childhood home across the street which matched the converted Victorian our facility was in. She gestured today at the maple in the yard, resplendent in crimson and gold foliage.
 
“Today I’ll tell you why I always refer to her as she, her, or by Andrea.”
 
I settled into the much newer and less interesting rocker beside her after setting the tray of her snack and drink on the small table between.
 
“When I was a little girl still living across the way my best friend lived in this house. Andrea was a firecracker, a downright whizz at jokes, jacks, and snappy comebacks. Of course this was also back when two of those three things were discouraged in proper girls. Neither of us was very proper.” She giggled, and the mischievous pixie of a lass she had been shone through behind the leather mask of age.
 
“Sounds like someone I would have liked to know, Jackie.”
 
“You two would have gotten on swimmingly.” She reached across to pat my hand, careful not to spill the mint julep, then picked it up and sipped. “We ran around that tree and climbed in him when he was big enough, back when the first dryad of the tree was alive. Oh he was a handsome boy. I miss him. We never did figure out how he got sick and why he died. That’s when the tree died, and we mourned him so. None of the other trees on the street or even the forest would explain to us what happened. They simply said it was better this way and he loved us as much as we loved him. We were all of the same age, if you understand me.”
 
This was no where near the first time she spoke to me of speaking to trees and other plants. It had taken her repeating things I’d said to my mother under our own tree for me to believe there might be more to it than an old woman’s madness, and that perhaps when I heard animals whisper I was not insane. It’s not something that most caregivers will admit to if we want our jobs.
 
“So, you think he liked you liked you?”
 
“We got clumsy kisses on different occasions and tingly hand squeezes. I think so. I’m not sure what would have happened if we’d made it to adulthood all together. Andrea took his loss harder than even I did. I think maybe they might have married. She was 13 when that flu turned to a bad pneumonia and took her. She’s buried under the tree, though many won’t remember. This was back before you had to get special clearance for family graves on your own property.”
 
I couldn’t help the frown. How many times had residents and visitors walked over Andrea’s grave unknowingly? It seemed disrespectful to me.
 
“I see that. Don’t worry. She wouldn’t have wanted her grave marked. The tree she was reborn into is enough. When I die I want my ashes mixed into the soil to join with them, and we’ll all be together again. You see, when the spring came the year after she was buried there the tree returned to life. I knew it wasn’t our strapping sapling in that tree body anymore. It was her voice. Unlike the original soul of the tree though she couldn’t come out to play. This is why when I speak of that particular tree it is she, her, or Andrea.”
 
Jackie rocked thoughtfully and watched the wind brush loose leaves from the body of her friend.
 
“Do you think you’ll come back as a tree?” I found myself asking.
 
“Maybe. I don’t know. I suspect that when I die her body will die again. Maybe we’ll both go together to wherever dryads and whatever the boys are called. They call it the Summerland when they whisper. Maybe the three of us can reincarnate together all in a circle and intertwine our boughs to make a nice dancing spot for those that still hear the voices of the forest. I hope so. When I dream at night I dream of a skein of wool nearing the end of being spun. I think I’ve made a nice tapestry though.”
 
She closed her eyes, finished her julep, and slipped into one of her frequent mini naps. I knew she’d finish the snacks when she awoke, so I stayed sitting to keep her company and rocked. As I gazed at the maple for a moment I thought I saw the faces of a girl and boy looking out of the branches between leaves watching us. They locked eyes with me a moment before they vanished and sent a chill across the top of my head. Jackie murmured in her sleep and sighed.
 
“Please give me a little more time with her, to collect her stories. There must be others like us that will need them.”
 
The wind swirled around my head and I heard different whispers than when the animals speak. I could not quite make out what they said. One day, I knew, I would. While Jackie napped I pulled my notebook and pencil from my pocket and jotted down her story, knowing that I had watchers.
 
 
Dryad: Female tree spirit, Greek

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Selktember and Tribble Month Items Thus Far

Most of these touch on Selkies' Skins in some fasion or some point of time. Some may not. The below are a product of combining the new Selktember challenge and the new Tribble Month challenges. Both challenges/prompt lists are in their first year. The deviant art groups associated with them are linked below.
Selktember Group
Flash Fiction Month

A tribble is a story of 300 words or less, the name brainstormed in the Flash Fiction Month discord jumping off from drabble, dribbles, and twabbles.

Selktember & Tribble 1: Nets https://www.deviantart.com/amehanarainstardrago/art/Nets-Selktember-1-Tribble-Month-1-854384557
Selktember & Tribble 2: Shell Dawn https://www.deviantart.com/amehanarainstardrago/art/Shell-Dawn-Selktember-2-Tribble-Month-2-854392464
Selktember & Tribble 3: Her Father's Daughter https://www.deviantart.com/amehanarainstardrago/art/Her-Father-s-Daughter-Selktember-Tribble-3-854420072
Selktember & Tribble 4: Murderer https://www.deviantart.com/amehanarainstardrago/art/Murderer-Selktember-Tribble-Month-4-854421756
Selktember & Tribble 5: Sleepy Isle https://www.deviantart.com/amehanarainstardrago/art/Sleepy-Isle-Selktember-Tribble-Month-5-854425912
Selktember & Tribble 6: First Taint https://www.deviantart.com/amehanarainstardrago/art/First-Taint-Selktember-Tribble-Month-6-854427314
Selktember & Tribble 7: Recognition https://www.deviantart.com/amehanarainstardrago/art/Recognition-854427944
Selktember & Tribble 8: Substitutes https://www.deviantart.com/amehanarainstardrago/art/Substitutes-Selktember-Tribble-Month-8-854525739
Selktember & Tribble 9: Rescue https://www.deviantart.com/amehanarainstardrago/art/Rescue-Selktember-Tribble-Month-9-854632733
Selktember & Tribble 10: Stolen https://www.deviantart.com/amehanarainstardrago/art/Stolen-Selktember-and-Tribble-Month-10-854822111
Selktember & Tribble 11: Exchanges https://www.deviantart.com/amehanarainstardrago/art/Exchanges-Selktember-and-Tribble-Month-11-854823858
Selktember & Tribble 12: The Shipwreck Report https://www.deviantart.com/amehanarainstardrago/art/The-Shipwreck-Report-Selktember-Tribble-12-854964446



Day 14
Pirate.
half selkie pirate
Tristan Makay was originally slated to be done for the Pirate prompt for day 30 of Mermay. It seriously took me this long to get to drawing Kirsty's far distance cousin.
 
Tristan Makay's father is the full blooded selkie in this situation. He's of selkie descent and it can be seen in the web of his fingers, the bit of a seal-ish part to the upper lip, and what may or may not be short little whiskers. His father set out to sea making a living for them, leaving his mother and their child behind. He never returned and it is unknown what befell his father. In this his mother, a sea witch, has also already passed and he has joined the crew of the dread pirate captain Rayas, a Scourge of the Sea and rather decidedly shark like.
 
Tristan's voyages are to take him beyond the Veil, though under far different circumstances of the still-yet-to-be-born Etain.
 
This piece finally finishes the coloring book project as far as content that has been waiting. I can now do layout. Once the .pdf is ready I can send it out to the Patreon Patrons that have been patiently waiting and upload it for sale.

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Golden Mugs and Community Features from Flash Fiction Month

 I am very happy to see that the Golden Mug Community Features have been posted for Flash Fiction Month. They did those in two phases, and this is the first year Golden Mugs have been implemented for FFM.

I am ecstatic to see my work mentioned and where I've been slotted. I managed to get titan category because I did all 31 stories AND took on all of the challenges.


Flash Fiction Month 2020: Community Feature!
https://www.deviantart.com/flash-fic-month/journal/Flash-Fiction-Month-2020-Community-Feature-851963172

 

Please check out the others too!

Flash Fiction Month 2020: Golden Mug Awards!
FFM 2020 Challenge Winners!

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Flash Fiction Month Stories Links

 Travel is really not my friend, at least not long drives by myself with no one to spell me a turn at the wheel, or a co-pilot. I'm still in pain from pushing far beyond y safe zone.

To cheer us all up here is the full listing of the Flash Fiction Month stories. I finished a challenge on time!

Delicious: https://www.deviantart.com/amehanarainstardrago/art/FFM2020-1-Delicious-847471108
Regrets: https://www.deviantart.com/amehanarainstardrago/art/FFM2020-2-Regrets-847475078
We Should Have Left It: https://www.deviantart.com/amehanarainstardrago/art/FFM2020-3-We-Should-Have-Left-It-847479137
Cave of Rebirth: https://www.deviantart.com/amehanarainstardrago/art/FFM2020-4-Cave-of-Rebirth-847672919
A Different Sort of Fishing: https://www.deviantart.com/amehanarainstardrago/art/FFM2020-5-A-Different-Sort-of-Fishing-847784386
Fairy Dating Service: https://www.deviantart.com/amehanarainstardrago/art/FFM2020-6-Fairy-Dating-Service-847815566
Virgins and Volcanoes (brief mention of Take Ryu from Dragon Shaman): https://www.deviantart.com/amehanarainstardrago/art/FFM2020-7-Virgins-and-Volcanoes-848031995
Unusual Rainbows: https://www.deviantart.com/amehanarainstardrago/art/FFM2020-8-Unusual-Rainbows-848046194
Is It Mutiny?: https://www.deviantart.com/amehanarainstardrago/art/FFM2020-9-Is-It-Mutiny-848123912
The Pudding: https://www.deviantart.com/amehanarainstardrago/art/FFM2020-10-The-Pudding-848314613
Fortress: https://www.deviantart.com/amehanarainstardrago/art/FFM2020-11-Fortress-848465018
Balthazaar's Birthday Surprise: https://www.deviantart.com/amehanarainstardrago/art/FFM2020-12-Balthazaar-s-Birthday-Surprise-848564664
Battle: https://www.deviantart.com/amehanarainstardrago/art/FFM2020-13-Battle-848637260
Her Vault: https://www.deviantart.com/amehanarainstardrago/art/FFM2020-14-Her-Vault-848745837
Upheaval (Selkies' Skins extra): https://www.deviantart.com/amehanarainstardrago/art/FFM2020-15-Upheaval-848845342
Vengeance: https://www.deviantart.com/amehanarainstardrago/art/FFM2020-16-Vengeance-849001216
Revelation: https://www.deviantart.com/amehanarainstardrago/art/FFM2020-17-Revelation-849187151
Birth Gasp: https://www.deviantart.com/amehanarainstardrago/art/FFM2020-18-Birth-Gasp-849187534
Tanabata Troubles: https://www.deviantart.com/amehanarainstardrago/art/FFM2020-19-Tanabata-Troubles-849192165
Twins (Selkies' Skins extra): https://www.deviantart.com/amehanarainstardrago/art/FFM2020-20-Twins-849367095
Witchcraft to the Rescue: https://www.deviantart.com/amehanarainstardrago/art/FFM2020-21-Witchcraft-to-the-Rescue-849375086
Sea Cow (Selkies' Skins extra): https://www.deviantart.com/amehanarainstardrago/art/FFM2020-22-Sea-Cow-849513711
Interruptions: https://www.deviantart.com/amehanarainstardrago/art/FFM2020-23-Interruptions-849585980
Byron's Worries (Selkies' Skins extra): https://www.deviantart.com/amehanarainstardrago/art/FFM2020-24-Byron-s-Worries-849822027
Folkloric Fieldwork (collaboration story, please follow the link in the deviation description to find WizardandGalaxy's contribution): https://www.deviantart.com/amehanarainstardrago/art/FFM2020-25-Folkloric-Fieldwork-849901735
A Dreamweaver: https://www.deviantart.com/amehanarainstardrago/art/FFM2020-26-A-Dreamweaver-849989155
The Cheater: https://www.deviantart.com/amehanarainstardrago/art/FFM2020-27-The-Cheater-850056756
Breakfast Time: https://www.deviantart.com/amehanarainstardrago/art/FFM2020-28-Breakfast-Time-850456320
Breaktime Breakdown: https://www.deviantart.com/amehanarainstardrago/art/FFM2020-29-Breaktime-Breakdown-850444056
Brownies: https://www.deviantart.com/amehanarainstardrago/art/FFM2020-30-Brownies-850445631
For Love: https://www.deviantart.com/amehanarainstardrago/art/FFM2020-31-For-Love-850470012






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Jumping way ahead: Upheaval

 
Selkies' Skins Extras Flash Fiction
Upheaval
https://www.deviantart.com/amehanarainstardrago/art/FFM2020-15-Upheaval-848845342

She stood at the shore and undid her braids, shivering as she began sensing more around her in the wind. Her sealskin cloak, once disguised as lambskin before being awakened and bound to her, billowed and fought to cling, flippers firmly gripped around her shoulders. The waves fell back before here where she stood overlooking the sea and revealed to her the seabed as she knew it would be. Rocks, twists, turns, caves, flopping fish and sharks, seaweeds and sea stars, along with innumerable other details beckoned her.
 
The earth smelled wrong, felt wrong. Behind and below her the water from the underground streams and springs trembled. The Lady’s wails rose from beneath her hill and sacred well.
 
The docks weren’t going to survive this. They’d have to rebuild.
 
Kirsty held her ground and stared down the storm that roiled far out at sea. Somewhere out there below the water deities strove and fought. Plates shifted sooner and more violently than they would have.
 
It was a shame that the drained powers of some of the Old Gods that would have helped lay imprisoned in the Ministry of Mysteries, waiting to be awakened and for some believer to release them.
 
Suddenly Kirsty realized that she was not alone. A thin, wrinkled, shaky hand with paper skin grasped her own. The taller form stood beside her, holding the lantern that had once belonged to Mrs Kitsch’s father when they’d lived in the lighthouse in her childhood. The other shaking hand held it aloft as it blazed to life. The wind rose and her long white hair lifted on it beneath the old yellow rain cap and over the equally old yellow slicker.
 
“Are the boys out on the boats then?”
 
“Yes.” She didn’t know how she knew, but she did.
 
The priestess-witch and the Cowan guardian solidified their stances. Each knew their job. She sang in the face of danger for those on land and sea while the water rushed back to land. Kirsty’s own energy went into the spellsong and this song was echoed by the strand of her ancestor’s hair in the wand amplifying it. She pulled what she could from the water in the land, the sky, the sea and wove part into a net to be a buffer. The light keeper concentrated her heart on bringing all the boats home to the shore safe. The waters crashed down but parted around the confines of the past and future village, leaving both the human style homes and the currently mostly unoccupied selkie caves unharmed.
 
The sound of the waves and foam blurred reality. When she woke it was in her own bed. She was parched and starving. Surely that experience had been a dream brought on by not eating enough. Yet, her eye fell on a dried starfish by her bed and a tiny, elegant scrawl.
 
Kirsten;
 
I had to go feed your horses. The lads are down rebuilding the docks. If you wake before I get back, Mara asked me to give this to you for your regalia. There’s soup on the stove, make sure your mother eats too.
 
~Mary Kitsch
 
With a sigh she gave a prayer of thanks that David was currently with his father, and that his mode of transport was not usually boat related when travelling between the communities. He wasn’t expected home very soon, but maybe this was something she ought to let him know about since he’d definitely be coming back to a significantly changed scene.

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She walked out on stage; the heat of the lamps beaded sweat beneath her feathers and made the tiny dress she wore still too much. Elizabeth, named so in honor of the woman who sewed the first iteration of the flag that would forever be associated with her family line, attempted to survey the gathered throng with their upraised arms. She knew they were there but those cursed and blessed lights partially blinded her, a screen between herself and them. The flash of cameras cut through, sparkling stars in the sea. Elizabeth knew that in the White House her sister, representing their many times great grandparents as the mascot of their country, watched this concert at the side of their President.
 
They all chanted her name, frenzied throngs reaching and pleaded. Was it for Freedom, though? Or was it for more confirmation and stroking of their egos? Each group wanted to be acknowledged. Each wanted their views heard, represented, upheld, and lived by. Elizabeth could only sing to the common desires. As long as she did so though for a time each group would work together instead of working to tear out each other’s throats and let their great land die.
 
She was no hero, not like Lady Liberty had told her the day Elizabeth had discovered the strange circlet that day so long ago. Back then she had been just another unheeded voice in the throng and her concerts and speeches made to empty rooms and cabarets where she was an ignored backdrop. Some of those times she hadn’t been ignored though, instead spat on and beaten for being “too liberal” or “too conservative” or even “socialist” for the messages of her songs.
 
Elizabeth wished Liberty were here with her now, or that she could fly back to the statue and perch inside her crown, or on the torch. What a pity it was that she had never been the literal lighthouse she’d been designed to be.
 
“But I am with you, Child. Just as I am with your sister, and each being that fights in their own way for Freedom, Equality, Peace, Justice, and Honor. Sing out the Truth to them. Bring Light to these Hearts lost in the Dark Storms. Show them the shore.” The voice flowed through her mind, the circlet on her brow heating and glowing.
 
The copper stylized torches, also stylized music notes began to flame. Her feathers did not burn. She never singed. In answer the enchanted jewel microphone in her left wing hand flashed and sparked in answer. Soothed, emboldened, Elizabeth stroked the inverted and stylized flame on her hips. Spreading her right wing and splaying the fingers dramatically she signaled the band she was ready.
 
Elizabeth opened with the National Anthem. It always worked. They would be more open to the words of Equality that would follow. If she persevered perhaps one day the wings of this great nation would be somewhat in tandem.
 
Materials
5.5 by 8.5 inch mixed media paper, 0.5 mm mechanical pencil, pink eraser, Prismacolor color pencils, Ohuhu alcohol markers, Copics grey scale markers, metallic and white gel pens, Crazy Art water based markers, water, brush.
 
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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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