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by dfeyder

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The Story Teller

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Slim spills though the walls, Teeth shatter stone and the roof is stretched being held only by the ooze dripping in, the voice of Kari silences all other sounds  “Baba-Yung, the most beautiful of my gloomwings, Have you just committed the most high of blasphemy’s? Have you tried to chain your god to a mortal form?”
Baba stretches out her wings and her beak drops open hissing as she tries to threaten the God that she has called on “more than a dozen times you have called on me to fight your foes, you think none of them have bargained for their lives? Many have spoken of your fears, one even gave me a spell to…”
Kari speaks “You are sloppy, your spell is weak, you misspoke the binding, and even if you hadn’t I see no powdered glass in this ring of power. Your magic is powerful, but this time you failed. I am not chained in place.”  With that Baba-Yung falls to her knees as Kari reaches into her chest with a invisible hand a starts to strangle her heart.
Jessica throws her hands in the air and then thrust her staff to the ground vengefully. A blinding light flows through the staff and the ooze seems to cower form the Weaver’s light, Baba doubles over struggling to breath. Kari howls with laughter. “Tiny Prophet, do you intend to fight me?”
“We brought no weapons because we do not intend on fighting, we intend on talking.” Jessica explains.
“And what is it you wish to speak of my puppet.” Kari inquires
“The plagues, stop them.” Jessica orders
“why?” the God ask
“your point is made, we are leaving. One more weak is all I need.”
“I told you, you had fourteen days to leave Graywall.”
“yes. But we will give you the whole of the island if you simple let us go. My mate is going to gather the tribes; we will be gone before the frost.”
“I will just as soon send this place to the bottom of the sea.”
“If that was your wish you would not have named me your Avatar. You would have simple crushed us under your mighty claws. You were once called Cravixs god of Emptiness  now you are Kari goddess of Creation, you have changed. But what part of you speaks now, the Cravixs or Kari?”
“Cravixs or Kari, Tis’ nothing but a name, we are each other nothing more nothing less.”
“Baba-Yung lives, the plagues end, we the beast of Graywall willingly offer this island as a sacrifice barring you allow us all to leave unhindered.”
“You play to my vanity. I like that. But your sacrifice is only material. The island is already mine. This world is mine; there is no formation of rocks you can give me that is not mine to take already. But, there is something you can give me.”
“what is that?”
“Your heart, your soul, your flesh, give it all to me.”
“What need do you have for flesh?” Jessica acts unshaken, but the sweet running down her tail tells the tale, she is tarrifide, thoughts of escape are clear in her mind, Kari is asking all to much, but thinking about what is on the line, is her body and soul a fair trade?
“Do you remember the story of the crows? We traded our flash and are hands for wings and feathers, we feel no warmth. Right now you are my Avatar, now I wont a Vessel. Jessica the Weaver will become the body of Cravixs.” Jessica is frozen, the room shutters the oozing cancer breaths a scolding breath over the room “Give Yourself to Me!”
In haste Jessica responds “Granted.” The slim moves close ready to infest her body “but first…” she calls out and everything stops in place “Guaranty my people salvation.”
“I know that part already, anything else?” Kari ask in a seemingly hormonal frustration
“You will facilitate our exoduses.”
“And…?” broadly Kari asks
“only after my people have come to a suitable home away from here will I submit to your will.”
“FINE!” Kari bellows “transportation will be provided, an endless food supply for our journey, and Ill throw on top of that timelessness for everyone under your wing till the moment you arrive at the promise land I will provide. Then your body belongs to me?”
Jessica nods. Baba and the doctor both look at Jessica, their faces flush with fear and confusion at the idea that Jessica just gave her soul away. Jessica will die so that her people may live. But is this the end of a story or the beginning? Only Kari knows what happens now.

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