Update on Episode Ten of A Bird for a Heart

 Episode Ten - Yarn and Thread is coming soon.

I have written the script for the episode, but need to record and edit it. I am hoping to have it up by this Thursday.

I apologize for the delay.

Nothing Is Wrong Season Three - THE WORMS

 

 

 

 

The Balatron are not done with Amon Heights. They are especially not done with the Murphy Family. Season Three of Nothing Is Wrong  - THE WORMS is coming this Fall. 

 

 

 

 

 

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A Bird for a Heart - Episode Six - Vengeance and Hunger

 

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Part Seventeen
A Witch of White Mountain

It didn’t take long for the Boy to catch up with Enin. For a time the two rode beside one another in silence. Most of the refugees abandoned the road and started collecting in camps along the side of it. Some even began to pitch tents and settle down as the sky grew black.

The Boy gazed up at the starless sky as his paksi’s taloned feet crunched through the patches of dried grass that dotted the road.

As they approached the tree line, Enin spoke.

“That night was starless too,” he said.

“What night?” the Boy asked, his voice soft and tired.

“The night they burned my mother.”

The Boy’s eyes widened. He’d never known his own mother. They said she’d died giving birth to him and his father went soon after. Stabbed in prison. Saiku Lin was the closest thing he’d ever had to real family.

“Why would they do such a thing to her?”

“She was a witch of White Mountain.” said Enin.

“I’ve never heard of that place.”

“It no longer exists.”

“How?” asked the boy, “How can a mountain cease to be?”

“It happens slowly at first,” said the sorcerer. “The weather gets warmer. The storms come more frequently. Then over time the sea levels rise...little by little. After many many years it becomes more sudden. Floods, devastation. Whole cities wiped away from the world.”

“How old ARE you?”

“Older than any place or person you have ever read of in your history books,” said Enin.

“How do you know I liked to read?”

“Lin told me. That is why I requested you be the one. All of the other children in her...service were incurious. I needed someone I could...see myself in.”

“Why? All you needed me to do was drive a cart and move some barrels. That’s not exactly the work of a scholar.”

“I wanted someone I could talk to. At the end. I need to tell my story. Some of it at least. Tell it to someone with the capability to understand.”

“Why a child? If you want someone to talk to, there are plenty of adults who read.”

“But there are precious few who listen.”

They rode along in silence for a while until the boy said, “Tell me more about your mother.”

“Her name was Pavitra. Her hair and skin were as white as snow. Her eyes the color of amaranth. She taught me to ride the giant white elk which roamed the forest. Like her, they are long gone from this world.”

“Who burned her?”

“They came in boats, up the Bear River.”

“The Bear River?”

“It was a river, and many bears lived near it. Names were simpler in those days. We called things what they were. But that river is gone too. Lost in the floods that created what is now called the Bay of White Whales. The floods that drowned the White Mountain, and many other places.”

“So someone came up the river into your home in the mountains?”

“Yes. Black riverboats with red sails. Raiders from the south. They slaughtered our village in the night and set fire to our houses.”

“That’s terrible.”

“We were a village of maybe one hundred people. The raiders were twenty and seven. My mother fought against them with her spears and her wicked eye.”

“Wicked eye?”

“She could look at a man and send him to his doom. Many who faced her took their own lives. But on that day, she was captured and blindfolded before she could slay any of the marauders. With her strapped to a pyre in the center of the village, the rest of my people lost their strength, their will to fight.”

“What did you do?” asked the Boy.

“I hid. I was a child. Half as small as you are now. I couldn’t wield a spear or work spells. So I covered myself inside a broken old cart. I heard her scream out my name on that starless night when the only light came from the fire that burned my mother to death.”

“How did you survive?”

“The raiders took all of our animals and children. They murdered every man and woman. The cart in which I hid had two busted wheels. It was no use to anyone, so they ignored it. Into the night the screams rang out until finally all was silent. I stayed hidden, quietly weeping under a pile of sacks and tattered furs. When the sun finally rose, and my tears had run out, I dared to venture into the center of the village. There I saw my mother, burned beyond recognition, but I knew it was her. Painted on her charred remains was a mark, a handprint of red ochre. I saw the same red hand painted throughout the village.”

“Her killers left a message.” said the boy.

“They pillaged the countryside. My home was one of many destroyed by the Red Hand. I wandered along the river for days before coming to another village that had already been ravaged. Unlike my home, an entire family had survived the attack there. They took me into their home and fed me. I stayed with them for ten years as they rebuilt what the marauders had taken away.”

“So you found a new family?”

“I suppose I did. But I never truly felt at home. My caretakers were pleasant enough and kept me clothed and fed in exchange for my labor. But I never let go of the rage at the loss of my mother. One day I journeyed down the Bear River to sell some grain at the market in a larger town. At the boathouse I saw it.”

“A black riverboat with red sails?” asked the Boy.

“Indeed. I lost my head in that moment. I took the oar of my boat and found three men in black tunics with red handprints on the back, arguing with the keeper over the price to dock there. My face not my own, I brought the blade of the oar down. Three times I struck. Each blow split a man to the bone with wounds deep and neat.”

The boy looked at Enin with eyes the size of wagon wheels as the man concluded his tale.

“I fell to the dock crying my mother’s name. When I came back to my own mind, I found myself in a prison cell.”

Part Eighteen
The Wolf of the Woods

Tula strode confidently down the dark path. The canopy of branches blocked out the dim light of the burning city. Before long she could not even see the shapes of the trees that loomed around her.
Still, she continued one step at a time, trusting the path beneath her feet would continue to support her.
Step by step she plodded into the black night, her arms raised in front of her to prevent walking directly into a tree.
Unfortunately, this did not help when her foot caught on a protruding tree root.
Tula tumbled face first into the ground, landing hard on her arms, spraining one of her wrists.
“Stupid.” she whispered to herself, “Stumbling blind through pitch darkness and for what? Your pride?”
She sat in the dark for a long while, nursing her wrist. The hard ground grew cold. Tula began to sob uncontrollably.
“Why?” she asked no one. “Why is life like this? What kind of world is this where a man can take what he wants from me? From everyone? Take my heart? Demolish a city in an instant? Why is no one able to stop this? How can one man destroy everything so easily and callously?”
“Men are always like that.” said a voice resonating from within her chest.
“What?” Tula gasped.
“I said men are always like that. Doing what they want. Taking what they like.”
“It’s you, isn’t it?” Tula asked, “The little bird...the bird he put there. You spoke to me before. In the firestorm.”
“Yeah, it’s me. How many other talking birds do you know?”
“I-I..It’s just...how? How are you talking? How am I hearing you?”
“Look kid. I don’t understand it any better than you do. One minute I was sleeping in my nest. The next thing I know I’m stuck in a cage and my head is full of thoughts and words and...feelings.”
“When did this start?”
“Well, I woke up and little by little the words started to come to me. And the feelings...I think they’re your feelings.” said the Bird.
“Mine?”
“Yeah. I think I feel your feelings.”
“But what does-” the girl began, but stopped short as she saw a light within the wood.
A reddish glow flickered and moved in the distance between the trees. At first she thought it was fire, but it meandered and bobbed around the forest like a living thing.
Tula and the Bird stood in silent shock as the source of the light approached.
It loomed in the periphery of her vision, a shape that she could not quite perceive, as if her mind rejected it.
At first glance she mistook it for a mere beast, but its form was wrong—its limbs bent too many ways, its spine coiled unnaturally, and its silhouette never quite held steady.
It appeared to be wrapped in red, sinewy strands, like exposed muscle, but the texture was all wrong, pulsing and shifting as though it were woven from liquid hunger and old blood.
Where its head should be, there was only a vast, tooth-ringed maw, gaping and yawning like an open wound. No eyes, no snout, just a void lined with razor fangs, stretching far deeper than its form should allow.
“Does it see us?” asked the Bird.
The thing’s forequarter spun around toward Tula.
The thing twitched, lurched, and snapped forward in an unnatural way.
“I think it does now, thanks to you.” scolded the girl.
“No-no-nooo.” said the Bird. “No one can hear me but you! I’m pretty sure.”
“Well, I’m pretty sure this beast can hear you too.” said Tula, stepping away as far as she could, until her back pressed against a tree.
“I am no beast.” a voice leaked out of the maw, “I am hunger given form. I hunt without need. Without mercy.”
The red glow that surrounded the monster lit the forest path around Tula as the thing lunged for her.
It closed the distance between them in an instant. Tula flinched, but the thing did not strike. Instead, it stopped abruptly and tilted its neck, like a dog does when confused, except without a head the expression was terrifying.
Leaning close over Tula, drool oozing out of a gullet large enough to swallow her, the thing spoke “You...hollow child! I come to devour, but find the cupboard is bare!”
She shrunk away from the creature, eyes clamped shut. The bark of the tree, digging into her back as she cried, “No. Whatever you are, I don’t want this. Please. Stop.”
“I cannot stop.” seethed the voice from within the unholy thing. “I will not stop. I do not wish to stop.”
An appendage of meat poked its iron claw at the Bird.
“If I cannot eat your heart, I will eat this...morsel.”
The Bird fluttered in her chest, trapped against the metal bars.
In a flash the creature cut open the cage with its sharp talon. A wet tongue extruded from the maw, licking at the hole in Tula’s chest.
Tula felt the life pop out of her as the thing pulled the bird into its black hole of a mouth.
As her breath drained away, she spoke the only name she could think of.
“Kokaibel.”

Part Nineteen
A Light in the Forest

The Boy listened to Enin’s story of his youth. He’d never had a family to lose. Not that he could remember, anyway. All he’d ever known was the streets of Aurelia. Paol and Stik, and Saiku Lin were not particularly kind to him, but they taught him how to survive. He thought about Lin for a while. What had become of her in the burning city? She was a smart and resourceful woman, who controlled half of the crime in the city. Surely she would have managed to escape and find shelter. Perhaps when this was over he could return to Aurelia. Perhaps she would take him in once more. Assuming that the city still existed when this was over. Assuming the world did.
As the pair reached the point where the road met the forest, they saw the light of a bonfire burning off in the wood. A narrow footpath separate from the main road veered in the direction of the fire light.
“Looks as if someone is making camp there,” said the Boy.
Enin squinted his eyes in the direction of the glow. For a brief moment the Boy thought he saw an expression of recognition, perhaps even fear in the old man’s eyes.
“No.” said Enin, “It is...something else.”
“Should we investigate it? Someone may be in need of assistance.”
“Our path is this way,” said Enin as he continued along the main road. “We are to go through the forest and into the swamp to find the second pillar.”
“Second pillar?” asked the Boy. “What is that? Why are we seeking it?”
“There are four...or rather three pillars that keep the world intact. Without them, the great dark will swallow all.”
“And you wish to do away with them, then. Is that it?”
“Yes. That is my purpose. To end all things.”
“Why?” asked the boy.
“Why?” Enin repeated. “Why?” he said as if it were the silliest question in the world. “It is the only way.”
“The only way to do what?”
“The only way for me to die.”
“That can’t be true.” the Boy said. “Are you really that powerful? The only thing that can kill you is the end of all the world? Do you truly believe that?”
“It is not a matter of belief, child.” said Enin. “I am deathless. I made sure of it long ago. Deals were made. Tears were sold. Blood was spilled. I have watched mountains drown, and continents grow. I have seen history unfold time and time again. It always ends the same way. And I am sick of it.”
“Don’t we get any say in all of this?” the Boy rebuked him. “Don’t I get any say? I am part of this world. If you truly mean to end it all...just for your own sake, then you need to defend your reasoning better than ‘I am sick of it.’”
“I do not sound like that,” said Enin.
“That is what I said.” came a dreadful voice from the woods.
Enin spun around at the sound of that voice. That buzzing, whining, scratching voice.
“Shade!” spoke the sorcerer, “Show yourself!”
Kokaibel the cacodaemon slipped silently forward, his feet not moving, like a floating shadow filled with glittering lights.
“Fallen one,” said Enin, “I am graced by your presence.”
“Yes.” Kokaibel said, “Yes you are.”
“What brings you here to this wood on this dying world?”
“My reasons for being here are my own, mage. It seems that you and I have something in common, though. We both seem to have a habit of attracting rude children.”
“What are you?” asked the Boy, in awe of the demon before him, shocked by the very shape of Kokaibel, the confusion of the demon’s existence, like a void on legs.
“Boy!” commanded Enin, “This is Kokaibel of the Stars, Fourth Watcher, Jewel of the Sky, a direct creation of the undivided wholeness.”
“If you seek to curry my favor with regal epithets, sorcerer, save your breath. I am not one to be charmed. And as for the undivided wholeness...let us say that we parted ways long long ago.”
“Are you some sort of angel, then?” asked the Boy.
“Oh I like this one!” said Kokaibel, “I feel as if he truly SEES me. Yes child. I am...or rather was, an angel. But now I am between positions as it were.”
“Pay no attention to the Boy.” said Enin, “Have you come to guide the way? Are you sent by the dark to lead me to the second pillar?”
“Oh dear me.” Kokaibel chortled. “I don’t do that sort of thing anymore. The old messenger job didn’t suit me. But the second pillar is your destination, you say? That explains everything. The firestorm that released me...you have already broken the pillar of the firmament, haven’t you?”
Enin brandished the black blade and said, “Yes. I destroyed it with this.”
“Oh that is unsettling.” said Kokaibel, “You carry a piece of...him.”
“Him?” said the Boy.
“Yes. My...uncle is perhaps the best word to describe it. Your master wields a sliver of his...essence.”
“He’s not my master!”
Enin grew visibly angered. “If you’re not here for me, then why are you here? Do you mean to thwart my desire in some way?”
“Oh dear little immortal.” said Kokaibel, “Not everything is about you. Go on. March toward the pillar of the Earth. Play your little game. I am not concerned with that. I walk this plane in search of my own desires.”
“I find it a strange coincidence,” said Enin, “that an Archon of the heavens crosses my path not minutes after I spy the Crimson Wolf burning off in the woods.”
“Crimson Wolf? That wretched thing?” said the demon, turning his gaze toward the glow the boy had mistaken for a bonfire.
“Oh my.” Kokaibel said, “Well isn’t that a treat? She’s about to be gobbled up. Just like I said.”
“Who? What?” said the Boy, trying to see what the demon described, but his mortal eyes could not pierce the forest.
“My little friend.” said Kokaibel, “She seems to have gotten herself into a bit of trouble.”
“Your little friend?” asked Enin, truly perplexed for the first time in quite a while.
“The girl with a bird for a heart.” the demon said. “She’s calling my name now. Isn’t that rich?”
 

A Bird for a Heart. EPISODE FIVE: Power and Innocence

Part Fourteen
A Demon’s Bargain

“Girl,” said the Muck Witch, “I beg you not to listen to this beast.”

Tula glanced back at the two of them, the broken woman on the ground with her hair full of smoke and the demon hovering over her like a person-shaped hole in the fabric of the world.

“I crackle with power, Tula Petek.” spoke Kokaibel in that dire voice of his, a voice which sounded of crying infants, roaring flames, and swarms of insects shaped into syllables. “Say the word and I will show you what I can do. Unleash me and I will be yours to serve.”

Tula gazed upon the imploring eyes of the Witch and the dagger smile of the demon. She sensed the dangerous raw power of the inhuman thing, but power was exactly what she needed. The world literally burned around her as she stood weak, and vulnerable. The end, whatever that meant, was coming. If making a deal with this thing that should not be could make things whole and right again would that not be worth any risk?

“Dear. Please. Understand.” said the Witch. “Kokaibel will never let you free once you accept his aid. He grants desires at first but he twists wishes and he will spin you around until you are his slave.”

Tula turned toward the burning city. The vermillion glow of the flames had dimmed, but billowing grey smoke still rose into the night sky. Tula had never been to Aurelia, but heard of its wonders. Kara Lys was a much smaller city and she had lived near it her entire life. Whenever she had free time after working in the market she explored the streets and alleys. Every outing revealed new sights. Aurelia was legendary for its splendor. Travellers spoke of it as tenfold the grandness of Kara Lys. Yet now that golden city lay destroyed in the distance. Every moment that passed a home or shop burned to the ground, gone forever. She would never see the beauty of this city. No one would unless this devastation ended now.

What power could this demon actually have? She thought. Can he do anything to help this situation? Tula decided to test him, to give Kokaibel a harmless task and see if it works.

“Kokaibel,” the Girl with a Bird for a Heart said, her voice cracking just a little, “I accept your offer of assistance. As a show of good faith I request that you heal my companion. Use your power to make the Witch’s leg whole and right once more.”

“As you wish.” spoke the demon.

Maegda’s eyes and mouth opened wide in horror. Before she formed a single word, the shadow-being fell upon her.

Kokaibel wrapped around the Witch like a cloak. Maegda tried to move, but he enveloped her as she struggled. Tula stepped forward, not knowing what to say or do. As she approached, the shadow lifted.

The Muck Witch sat with her knees up and her face in her hands, the splint Tula had applied nowhere to be seen.

“It is done.” said the demon.

Tula examined the Witch. The odd swelling was gone without so much as a red mark on her leg.

“Please rise!” said Tula joyously, “You are well!”

Maegda lifted her face at Tula. The Witch’s eyes narrowed and her nose drew up in disgust.

Tula took a step back at that look. “I had him heal you.” she said meekly, “Your leg is mended. What harm can be in that?”

“You ignorant.” said the Witch.

“You stupid.”

“You spoiled.”

“Self centered.”

“Willful.”

“CHILD!”

“You have sealed my doom. For years I kept him locked away. For years I had his power in a bottle.I could have used it. I could have drank him like wine and used this demon’s might to reshape the world as I saw fit! I could have made my will the law! I have lost in my life more than you will ever know. I could have fixed so many wrongs...challenged DEATH! But I resisted.”

Kokaibel stood silently behind Maegda as she ranted, with that jagged smile somehow apparent on his unseeable face.

A hot tear slid down Tula’s cheek as the Witch continued to berate her.

“For years I held that demon in check! I held myself in check. Not once did I allow myself to accept his promises of power because I knew. I knew if I took that power for myself it would be my undoing. And now here I am. Tainted. Touched by his dark influence. His unholy might flows in my veins. I can feel it. My pain is gone. My body is healed, but I am as good as dead.”

“It’s just a leg...” began Tula.

“It was everything.” said the Witch, “You let him in. No...I let him in, but you...you opened the door. You do not understand. You don’t feel it. The seal has been broken. Now that I have tasted it there is no way I can resist taking more.”

“The city is burning!” Tula said, “The world is burning. We need to help who we can, not stand here. If this demon can help save lives, I don’t care what the cost is. My own life is already forfeit. I have seen what power he has. Down there in Aurelia there must be many who require our aid.”

Maegda stood gracefully. She turned away from Kokaibel and simply said, “No.”

“No?” spat Tula. “What do you mean?”

She paused for a heartbeat before changing her mind and said, “On second thought. I don’t care what you mean. I don’t need you.”

Tula lumbered down the hill.

“I’m going home.” said Maegda as she walked back toward the swamp. “Perhaps with distance and time I can resist the seeds this demon has planted. Believe me, Tula Petek. No good will come of trusting Kokaibel.”

The witch returned to the remains of her hut.

Tula got to the bottom of the hill and turned to look back up the slope.

“Demon,” she said up at Kokaibel, “are you coming or not?”

Part Fifteen - Some Old Friends

Having no other plan in mind, the boy followed slowly behind Enin. Most of the refugees headed roughly the same direction, though there seemed no particular reason for it. A few miles in the distance sat the forest, marking the horizon. Perhaps they hoped the trees would offer shelter for the evening.
The Boy reckoned that at a gallop he could reach the edge of the woods within the hour. Yet Enin maintained a steady trotting pace.

After several minutes he made his way nearly alongside the sorcerer. They traveled silently together for a while.

The Boy saw some figures ahead on the road, two older boys standing beside a prone paksi.

The Boy raced ahead on his mount to greet the travellers.

“Ho there!” he said, “Is your beast injured?”

One of the older lads looked up and the boy recognized him as Darik. Darik had been a cruel and frequent tormentor of the boy for several years on the streets of Aurelia, but now he simply looked weak and frightened.

“We were hoping to get out to the country. Away from this hellstorm, The two of us, Naveed and I.” said Darik, not seeming to recognize the Boy. “We...borrowed a paksi and galloped as fast as we could. The stupid thing fell to the ground and now it won’t budge.”

“You’ve probably exhausted the poor thing.” the Boy said. “That bird was never meant to carry two riders. Certainly not at a vigorous pace.”

A tear streaked down Darik’s soot-stained face.

“Hop on.” said the Boy. “Our paksi are larger and much stronger than the one you have. As long as we do not work them too hard, they should maintain their strength.”

Enin trotted up beside them. “Are these friends of yours, Boy?”

The Boy looked at Darik and Naveed. He knew them both. Naveed was a round-faced boy of perhaps sixteen years. He barely spoke and almost certainly could not read. Darik was taller and broad-shouldered with straight dark hair and tan skin. Many of the girls called him handsome and he never lacked for their affection in spite of his callous nature.

Though they shared years of acquaintance Darik’s face showed no sign of recognition.

“They are strangers to me.” lied the Boy, barely concealing the venom in his voice. He worried that had he told the truth, Enin would realize how much he hated the older lads.
He suspected the sorcerer would refuse them aid if he learned how atrocious Darik and Naveed had been.

“Then tarry no longer.” Enin said, “We have matters to attend to beyond the forest.”

“But they’re going the same way!” said the Boy.

“They would needlessly slow us down,” said the sorcerer. “Besides, there is no point in them running. Soon there will be nothing to run from. Nothing to run to. The world is ending.”

“If you choose not to help them, then I will follow you no longer.” the Boy said.

“Follow me.” said Enin. “Do not follow me. It is all the same. I have no need for you, Boy. I just do not desire to end this life alone. But if you would rather sit with these ruffians on the side of the road or tend to their ailing beast as the world burns, I will not stop you.” With that he urged his mount onward down the road.

“What did the old man mean?” said Darik. “He said the world is ending. Did he mean that? Is he insane? I half believe him. Never saw no fire fall from the sky like this. Me Nan did once, though. Durin’ the war she said. The enemy threw burning barrels of pitch into the city. It nearly burned the whole town to the ground.”

“We aren’t at war.” the Boy said.

“Then what was it then?” Darik said, “You don’t know nothing about no wars. You don’t know if the king were to be at war with another king.”

The Boy looked at Darik and said, “We don’t have a king. Aurelia has never had a king. Ever. It’s a free city run by a council of merchants.”

“How you know that?” spoke Naveed for the first time.

“I read it in a book.” the Boy said. “Reading is good for you.”

“Oh yeah?” said Darik. “You think you’re real smart, eh?”

The Boy did not like the look in Darik’s eye. He’d seen it many times before. There was something about the cruel and stupid that made them become infinitely crueler when you reminded them of how stupid they were.

Darik grabbed at the Boy’s leg.

“You know what?” Darik said, “I’m taking that mount for myself. You don’t deserve it. You don’t deserve shit!”

“Let go!” said the Boy.

“Leggo!” retorted Naveed in a mocking tone.

Darik grasped hold of the Boy’s leg and tried to pull him off the paksi. The Boy gripped the reins, but Darik was strong and nearly had him.

“Give a hand, you donkey!” said Darik to Naveed.

The round-faced lad galumphed over and attempted to grab hold of the Boy’s arm. He caught only a bit of sleeve and pulled.
“Stop it!” The Boy said “This is my paksi. I’m not letting you take it.”

“I remember you now.” said Darik. “You’re that little turd who used to run with Stik and Paol down on Butcher Street, ain’t you? You were always a bit of trouble. Never listened. Always mouthing off to your betters. Yeah. I know you.”

A flood of memories filled the Boy’s head. He hadn’t thought of Stik and Paol in a long time. They were tough lads, not much better than Darik and Naveed, really. The only difference was that they picked on other kids instead of him. Eventually they ran afoul of a real gang and were found in an alley with their throats slit. That was when Saiku Lin found the Boy and took him in.

“Hey ‘Veed,” Darik said to his friend, “remember this waste? I used to box his ears for fun.”

The Boy twisted the reins in an attempt to keep his grip. The massive bird began to twist and shake its heavy head.

Naveed looked up at the Boy’s face and a dim light of recognition appeared in his eyes.

“Oh yeah.” he said, “It’s-”

CRACK!

The paksi spun its thick neck around and hit him square in the jaw. In a flash the lad fell to the ground.

In shock Darik let go of the Boy, leaving him half dangling off the giant bird.

“Yah!” yelled the Boy as he spurred his paksi onward. The bird took off into the night with the Boy nearly falling from his perch.

Darik ran after him but could never hope to catch up with the long legged mount.



Part Sixteen - A Deal Declined

“Child.” said Kokaibel. “Do you think I am some hound that will follow because you command it?”

“I don’t care what you are.” said Tula, “You can follow or not. But you will not stop me from doing what I choose.”

“And what do you think you are doing?”

Tula scanned the horizon. A dark wooded forest stood between the edge of the hill and the burning city. Above the trees spread a glow that could have been mistaken for a glorious sunset. Billows of smoke drifted up from the source of the light. A narrow path shrouded in shadows cut through the middle of the forest.

“I’m going there.” she said, pointing along the path.

“It is dark,” he said, “There will be wolves. There may be worse.”

“What could possibly be worse than you?” she asked.

“Oh, my dear. Precious little in this green world is worse than I.” Kokaibel said, “However, being in my presence is no assurance of protection.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well,” he said, “for one, I have made no deal with you. I have offered, but thus far you have only requested a sample. I healed the Witch, but if you wish for more from me you must speak the words to unbind me. Release my power fully.”

“I recall what you told me.” Tula said to the demon. “I believe your words were, ‘Unleash me and I will be yours to serve’. Am I not mistaken?”

“I do NOT sound like that. But your words are correct.”

“Demon. I am young. I am weak, and I am in desperate fear for what is to come.”

Kokaibel’s ebon form shimmered like the twinkling of stars in the night sky.

“But,” Tula continued, “if I unbind you then you are mine?”

“Yes.”

“TO SERVE?”

“Yes.”

“I am just a simple girl. I have not travelled the world. Before this ordeal began I had never travelled far beyond Kara Lys. I am what they call a fishlass. My grandmother paid coin to a tutor so that I could read and do sums. She had been often cheated by men in the marketplace because she could do neither. She worked hard to ensure I would be as prepared for this world as she could make me.”

Kokaibel wrinkled his simultaneously grand and yet imperceptible nose at her, “Tula Petek. Why waste my time with this pointless biography?”
“My point, demon, is that I am not as foolish as you think I am.”

She began to walk toward the wood. It started nearly a hundred yards from the foot of the hill. The demon Kokaibel remained behind.

“How so?” he asked her.

Tula turned to face Kokiabel and walked backward away from him with her arms outstretched.

“You say you would be mine to serve. You think you are clever, but if I give you what you want I know that you will be the master and I the servant.”

“Would that be so bad?”

She turned back and trudged onward. Tula did not care if Kokaibel followed. She had gotten used to walking alone in the past several days. Her body had stopped feeling the ache of the road long ago. She had dropped her stick at some point in the swamp and only now noticed its absence. The first day on the road she ate nothing. Her grandmother told her the way to the Muck Witch and explained the rules for seeking her counsel. The old woman could not give her provisions because help from another on the journey was forbidden. The second day she found a vineyard and ate only the fruit that had fallen. On the third day she had run out of fruit, but was fortunate to find a lake full of fish. As the child of a fishing village she was able to snare a few without a line or net but it took much of the day. She roasted her catch on the side of the road and slept in the grass before heading out in the morning. She ate the remainder of the fish just before she began walking again. Not long after she encountered the Boy who had attempted to help her. That seemed so long ago.

Now the sky would be black if not for the glow of the burning city beyond the wood. Her stomach grumbled but there was no food coming any time soon.

“I sense your hunger.” said Kokaibel, his voice just over her shoulder. “I could help. You cannot travel forever without sustenance.”

Without looking at him, Tula said, “What do you want from me, demon? I have already said I will not grant you power over me.”

“Did you? And do I not already have power over you? I have your name.”

“What does that even mean? If having my name has given you power then what more do you seek? You have told me to unleash you, yet you do not seem to be bound. If it was your plan to harm me you could do so by now. I am alone. None could stop you. Yet here I stand in a dark and empty field with a demon who follows me...like a hound.”

“I see, my dear. Then it is finished. I shall leave you on your way.”

“What do you mean?” she asked.

“Clearly you have discovered my game.” Kokaibel said. “Your name gives me a degree of power over you, yes. Well...not so much power as...influence...but still. For me to be truly unleashed you must ask willingly for my power. You must invite me. But since you have no such desire.

“I most certainly do NOT.”

“Well then, madam, Good evening to you. I wish you well on your journey through the forest. Say hello to the wolves for me.

Tula could see the demon attempting to manipulate her. After all, is that not what demons do best? But she was smarter than that. Was she not?

“Then, good evening to you, Kokaibel. May our paths never cross again.”

The girl with a bird for a heart walked alone into the wood.
 

A Bird for a Heart - Episode Four - Demon and Sorcerer

 

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