Postby purazon » Wed Aug 27, 2008 12:06 am
SEVEN – Fire Fixing to Burn
A sudden thunder of feet and sliding jump off the ladder preceded her impatient entrance into the Light Bearer’s view. Seven bounced up and patted his cheek, slid to a stop and grinned at him. “She still can’t move with any sort of grace. Where the others are learning to glide, she must skip and leap and do a thousand things with that exuberant mixture of noise and joy that makes up Seven. She will be Forty and still cavorting with abandonment as she dances with her shadow.” He shook his head at that thought; then hid a grin behind his visor. A high level dancing in the streets with the Ones and Twos, he would love to see that happen.
Seven bowed deeply, pulled at her tunic in a furtive attempt to hide a sadly neglected pair of pants; and grinned impishly up at him. “You called me my Lord Light Bearer,” she softly voiced. He sighed, handed her a mending kit, and raised a pointed eyebrow at her disheveled appearance. She flushed, patched her pants and muttered something about climbing the rooftops playing Catch Me with the other initiates. “That was yesterday, I saw you. What prevented you mending your garb between then and now?” His other eyebrow rose to join its brother as she prattled on about the sun shining through the rain and chasing rainbows as they kissed the wind. She stirred a small, grubby toe in the dirt and grinned up at him. He decided prudence dictated not asking her where her shoes had gone. “She has either forgotten where she kicked them off, or gave them away again.” He sighed and handed her a new pair from out of his backpack. Seven laughed, crammed her dirty feet into them and then skipped around him once to try them out. He had run out of eyebrows to raise; and contented himself with a deep sigh.
Grabbing at his disappearing composure, he told her that a quest awaited her if she wished. Her eyes shone as she nodded and then grinned. Pointing toward the sewer entrance, he told her that a rogue would be along presently to unlock the depths for her and the other Sevens. “You should have gone down there long ago, but there was a nest of bandits that had to be cleared out first. Hurry up and go join the others. May Cory’s light go with you.” He blessed her with that light, and laughed at her face as she saw her hands begin to glow. Seven bowed; then ruined the affect by exposing another forgotten tear. He pointed a shaking finger at it, and she hurriedly slapped a patch on her backside before skipping off singing of lighting her life. Her disappearance around the corner was punctuated by gales of laughter escaping from him.
The rogue was tapping an impatient foot when she arrived at the entrance to the lower levels; there was no sign of the other Sevens. “About time you got here missy, my lock pick is bent from holding this grate up.” He shouldered the heavy metal again and waited for her to enter. He had to snort twice before her wondering gaze left his mystical dancing shoes and returned to his face. “Get on with you, stop looking at my shoes as if they were edible.” She laughed, patted his arm and slid under it and down into the darkness below. Her happiness and glowing spirit seemed to float behind her. Shaking his head, he went to speak to the Light Bearer about her. They ended up drinking mugs of Ale at the Inn together, sharing stories of small levels and their antics. Neither one recollected their journey home the next morning; there had been many stories and Ale to wash each one down.
At the end of the ladder Seven stood, finger in mouth. The others were long gone, a map stuck to the wall beside her bore mute witness to their impatient departure. Scrawled on it were the words, Catch up slow one. Corridors extended in all directions, none displaying even the fading trail of her fellow initiates. She grabbed down the map and spread it out, grimy finger tracing the route the others must be following. West, West, North, East, she could do this. Shoveling the map haphazardly into her pack, she set off skipping to an impromptu mental tune based on the directions. West, West, North, North, South, ummm.. something did not look right. She didn’t remember anything about stone walls and heated air from her class on hunting amulets. Pulling the map out, she peered at it and shook her head. Directional Challenges had caught her again. Somehow they twisted in her head, North into East and South to West. “Why can’t they just say Left, Right, Up and Down? I have those down pat finally.” Seven grinned as the stray memory of falling down a well instead of climbing a tree intruded.
A huge hand tore the map out of her grasp as her startled gaze suddenly tried to focus on a battered broadsword pointed at her nose. Several bandits stood in front of her sneering. “A Seven, it is our lucky day.” The largest bandit stared at her with baleful eyes and then gestured for her backpack. As she wavered, the broadsword wielding one moved it back and forth, mimicking her swaying. The others laughed and called to each other dares on what to do with this unexpected bounty. Shielding her crimson flaring eyes with dropped lids, she bowed and reached for her back. Appeased by her apparent acquiescence, the bandits joked with each other about ransom, slavery, and other things they fancied she might be good for. Shrugging her backpack off, she slung it around and into the face of the closest bandit. Unsheathing her dagger, she flowed backwards and assumed a fighting stance. Her wide staring eyes glowed crimson flames, contrasting with the cold smile tilting up to meet them from below. She stood ready and waited.
“She’s but a Seven, take her out now!” sneered the one she labeled Chief in her mind. Looking at each other, three of them moved toward her. Feinting left, she struck right. Her dagger bit true and one bandit was down. She laughed, “See, not North or West, but Left and Right working well”. The other bandits blinked their confusion, and rushed at her again. Seven tried out a side kick and smiled as it hit home. One more down clinging to his shattered knee and glaring hate at her. She giggled as she noted her sadly split shoe (another pair to explain to the Light Bearer) and then flowed into fighting stance thirteen, meeting the immutable. The last bandit glanced back at his chief, again at her, and threw his weapon down – he’d flunked the counter move in school. He slunk away, followed behind by the last one. “Not Chief, but only bully after all.” She laughed as she pranced away in the opposite direction; she only knew the opening to stance thirteen because she had peeked at the high levels training. The fluid remainder of the dance still eluded her young limbs. When it doubt, feint. Good thing she remembered that lesson well at least.
Whistling delight, she rounded a corner to face fire and a demon’s glare. “I knew there was something wrong with those directions, stupid map anyway.” Kissing her dagger, Seven looked to the heavens and promised Cory “I die for you.” The fire demon chuckled at this small morsel dropped as manna from heaven for his afternoon delight and raised a massive, fiery fist slowly before her. His high-pitched wail as she skewered his small finger made her squeal with glee. She would go down with honor, or die trying. Laughing at that concept, she faced his coming death strike with smiles.
The demon moved toward her a bit more cautiously, that small dagger struck deep. He snarled a promise to dismember her into pieces slowly as he came. Seven gulped, glanced up, and then gripped her weapon in sweat shrouded shaking hands. He was certainly a massive one; this death was going to be rough. She shook courage back into her limbs and flowed into fighting stance two, facing certain death. Her eyes widened as he backed off. She stiffened; decided he must be bully too and started for the demon. “Hold, foolish Seven,” a deep melodious voice sounded from behind her. The large cleric brushing past her and rushing at the fire demon explained the demon’s sudden caution.
“For Cory, Valorn, and Glory” his mantra sounded as he struck with holy ring and sword. The fire demon screamed in earnest now, a severed limb flopping around his feet. The cleric flowed through the movements of fighting stance thirteen, too fast for her to follow. “Darn, I wish one of them would slow down enough for me to get that move, it looks so impressive when done right.” She chuckled, and moved through stance two, stabbing at toes and ankles while the cleric finished off the rest of the demon. Shared experience increased her training level and she bowed to the high level cleric with delighted eyes. She had helped kill a demon, and that was something to think about. The cleric looked down at her with wondering eyes and then healed her wounds with a gentle touch.
“What in Mighty Ben’s own name are you doing wandering down here?” His inquiry drew a flush from her and he had to bend down low to hear her whispered explanation of West and East and stupid North. He shook his head and asked for her map. Handing it over, she looked down at her shuffling feet and noticed they were bare again. He pointed out three different times the way back, then gave up and led her personally. Tall and sleek, he flowed down the corridors exuding charm and grace as he went. She followed closely, watched carefully, and was imitating him credibly as they exited the lower levels. The Light Bearer looked startled at first to see her without amulet; then smiled. Seven was finally moving with graceful fluidity. He cocked an eyebrow at the cleric, listened to where she had been found, and stared down at her with a thoughtful frown. She stood in front of him with downcast face and bare feet again.
“Who taught you to move with such grace?” His unexpected question caused her startled eyes to move to the waiting cleric with a wistful smile. The Light Bearer grinned at the cleric and pointed downward to his troublesome ward. “It appears she has finally found one she can emulate. May Cory help you now; she is yours to train. Congratulations small Seven, bow to your new mentor and listen carefully to all he says.” The immaculately clad cleric looked down at her standing unrepentantly grimy and barefooted, gulped at the impossible task just handed him; then bowed his acceptance of this strange challenge. Wrinkling his nose at her dishevelment, he bade her follow and headed off to the river to wash up. She flowed in perfect harmony behind him, casting a mischievous look back at the Light Bearer as she went.