Fate and Fury
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Morning came much too quickly and the chill crept into their bones, drawing them to consciousness. The females were solemn and even Jen was more subdued than ever. But, a sense of urgency, which seemed to grow with every second, danced at the edges of their nerves. They gathered their few belongings, ate some Fae bread, and every now, and then smiled encouragingly to one another.
It was Jens singing that finally broke the silence as the words to Leaving on a Jet PlaneJen style of course, rang out into the gradually lightening forest.
All our crap is packed, were ready to go,
Were standing here moving too slow,
I hate to tell you all to get in gear.
But the dawn is breakin, its early morn,
The troll is waiting, hes scratching his horn,
If you going any slower I will die
If you kiss me Ill kick your ass,
Shove you into the grass,
Lets just get the show on the road
Cause were leaving, coming or not,
Cant leave our men left to rot.
OCrap, we need to go.
By the time Jen was finished with her rendition of the song, the urgency was still there, but instead of the solemnness as its company, now hope had taken root.
I dont know how you do it, Peri said, shaking her head.
Its simple, Jen told her. You just pick a song and go with it. I believe my versions are always better than the originals.
Thats just because you use explicit words in yours and questionable content, Sally chuckled.
That is definitely a bonus.
They were all finally packed and ready to go. They stood staring at each other, and steeling themselves for what was to come.
I have another song for this moment, shall I share? Jen asked.
A collective, NO, rang out among them.
Jen held her hands up in surrender, muttering under her breath. Good grief. Let a prego chick down gently.
The group had just begun walking when they heard a small whimper coming from the direction Jacque occupied. They all froze, waiting in rapt silence to hear it again. After a few moments, they heard what sounded like another whimper. Sally and Rachel were the first to reach Jacques side, and they both instantly laid their hands on her. They closed their eyes and tried, like they had so many times before, to push through the shield that was keeping them out of Jacques mind. But, there was no resistance this time. They slipped right in and what they saw amazed them. They saw a cage with a writhing, living darkness trapped inside. It was as if Jacque had pushed the evil from her mind and locked it up. Sally and Rachel called to her, drawing her back from the place where her wolf had taken her to protect her. Slowly, they felt her coming to consciousness until finallyshe opened her eyes.
Jacque looked up at eight pair of eyes staring, hopefully, down at her. She drew in a painful breath, her lungs stretching under the amount of air filling them. She blinked to clear her blurred vision and attempted to use her voice, which had lain dormant for so long.
Hi, she croaked.
Silence.
Then the inevitability, that was Jen, broke in. Thats all you have for us, hi? Really Jac, weve been lugging your butt around for more than a week and all you can say is hi.
Jacque smiled up at her friend and her eyes sparkled. I missed you too Jen.
Jen winked at her. Well, you woke up just in time. We have a black ops assignment and you need to start pulling your weight.
And, so the military lingo begins, Crina muttered.
Peri pushed around Jen so she could examine Jacque more closely. Rachel and Sally continued to try and expel the evil that was still inside Jacque's mind, although it was contained. They chanted in a language the others did not know and pushed with the magic drawn from the nature around them. Peri laid her hand on Sallys shoulder and shared her own magic with the healers and it was enough. Jacques eyes closed and she let out a breath that seemed to have been frozen in her lungs. She felt the evil dissipate and the murkiness that had been filling her insides fade away.
She started to stand, but was stopped when Peri put a hand on her shoulder.
Hold on there, wonder woman. Take a few minutes to get your bearings.
She handed Jacque some Fae bread and a bottle of water. Jacque looked at the bottle and grinned. Where exactly did you get a bottle of Aquafina water?
Peri shrugged. I have my ways.
Jacque gulped the water, allowing it to wet her dry throat and cottony mouth. She could feel it following the path of her esophagus. It was cool and refreshing and helped her body rejoin the living. She took a bite of the Fae bread and remembered that it was supposed to give them energy that they would not otherwise possess on their own. Within minutes, she felt its effects. Finally, she stood, her legs a bit shaky, and her muscles stiff from disuse. She grinned as she watched all of her friends hold out their arms, waiting to catch her if she fell. The symbolism in that thought was profound and hit her like a herd of elephants. These women, her pack, and friends, had been there for her when she had fallen. They had caught her and eased her to the ground instead of letting her fall to her demise. They had cared for her, wept over her, talked with her even when they thought she couldnt hear. Yes, she thought as she looked at their eager faces, outstretched arms, that they would always catch her.
She waved them off. I dont need eight mother hens cramping my style.
It was Jens singing that finally broke the silence as the words to Leaving on a Jet PlaneJen style of course, rang out into the gradually lightening forest.
All our crap is packed, were ready to go,
Were standing here moving too slow,
I hate to tell you all to get in gear.
But the dawn is breakin, its early morn,
The troll is waiting, hes scratching his horn,
If you going any slower I will die
If you kiss me Ill kick your ass,
Shove you into the grass,
Lets just get the show on the road
Cause were leaving, coming or not,
Cant leave our men left to rot.
OCrap, we need to go.
By the time Jen was finished with her rendition of the song, the urgency was still there, but instead of the solemnness as its company, now hope had taken root.
I dont know how you do it, Peri said, shaking her head.
Its simple, Jen told her. You just pick a song and go with it. I believe my versions are always better than the originals.
Thats just because you use explicit words in yours and questionable content, Sally chuckled.
That is definitely a bonus.
They were all finally packed and ready to go. They stood staring at each other, and steeling themselves for what was to come.
I have another song for this moment, shall I share? Jen asked.
A collective, NO, rang out among them.
Jen held her hands up in surrender, muttering under her breath. Good grief. Let a prego chick down gently.
The group had just begun walking when they heard a small whimper coming from the direction Jacque occupied. They all froze, waiting in rapt silence to hear it again. After a few moments, they heard what sounded like another whimper. Sally and Rachel were the first to reach Jacques side, and they both instantly laid their hands on her. They closed their eyes and tried, like they had so many times before, to push through the shield that was keeping them out of Jacques mind. But, there was no resistance this time. They slipped right in and what they saw amazed them. They saw a cage with a writhing, living darkness trapped inside. It was as if Jacque had pushed the evil from her mind and locked it up. Sally and Rachel called to her, drawing her back from the place where her wolf had taken her to protect her. Slowly, they felt her coming to consciousness until finallyshe opened her eyes.
Jacque looked up at eight pair of eyes staring, hopefully, down at her. She drew in a painful breath, her lungs stretching under the amount of air filling them. She blinked to clear her blurred vision and attempted to use her voice, which had lain dormant for so long.
Hi, she croaked.
Silence.
Then the inevitability, that was Jen, broke in. Thats all you have for us, hi? Really Jac, weve been lugging your butt around for more than a week and all you can say is hi.
Jacque smiled up at her friend and her eyes sparkled. I missed you too Jen.
Jen winked at her. Well, you woke up just in time. We have a black ops assignment and you need to start pulling your weight.
And, so the military lingo begins, Crina muttered.
Peri pushed around Jen so she could examine Jacque more closely. Rachel and Sally continued to try and expel the evil that was still inside Jacque's mind, although it was contained. They chanted in a language the others did not know and pushed with the magic drawn from the nature around them. Peri laid her hand on Sallys shoulder and shared her own magic with the healers and it was enough. Jacques eyes closed and she let out a breath that seemed to have been frozen in her lungs. She felt the evil dissipate and the murkiness that had been filling her insides fade away.
She started to stand, but was stopped when Peri put a hand on her shoulder.
Hold on there, wonder woman. Take a few minutes to get your bearings.
She handed Jacque some Fae bread and a bottle of water. Jacque looked at the bottle and grinned. Where exactly did you get a bottle of Aquafina water?
Peri shrugged. I have my ways.
Jacque gulped the water, allowing it to wet her dry throat and cottony mouth. She could feel it following the path of her esophagus. It was cool and refreshing and helped her body rejoin the living. She took a bite of the Fae bread and remembered that it was supposed to give them energy that they would not otherwise possess on their own. Within minutes, she felt its effects. Finally, she stood, her legs a bit shaky, and her muscles stiff from disuse. She grinned as she watched all of her friends hold out their arms, waiting to catch her if she fell. The symbolism in that thought was profound and hit her like a herd of elephants. These women, her pack, and friends, had been there for her when she had fallen. They had caught her and eased her to the ground instead of letting her fall to her demise. They had cared for her, wept over her, talked with her even when they thought she couldnt hear. Yes, she thought as she looked at their eager faces, outstretched arms, that they would always catch her.
She waved them off. I dont need eight mother hens cramping my style.
