2022-03-25 15:27:28Felicity walked daintily between the two young men. In her dreams, they looked like boys, while they were mature for their ages in person. One of them, in a workman’s white tunic, was almost a foot taller than her. The other was about her height, in dark attire.
The sun had nearly set, painting the skies with a red haze. An idle breeze blew from the east.Felicity’s hood was down, and her blonde hair danced around like streamers. It was a captivating sight to behold. Both men stole constant glances out of the corner of their eyes. However, Felicity did not feel uncomfortable. She had wanted this for a long time now- to be around the two men from her dreams. A needle-like smile rested on her lips.The girl had a quirk for drawing the attention of men. It was not just her enchanting beauty that was alluring.From the day she first bled, men had started noticing her increasingly. It was not the warm-hearted consideration that citizens of Fugi were known for. Men approached Felicity with venereal thoughts. They wanted to possess her. There was something eerie about it. The phenomenon had become staggering as time elapsed, with men confessing love to her on the streets.Hence, Felicity had to wear a cowl at all times. At such a young age, she had a full bosom and comely hips that would draw the envy of the most celebrated women of Pago. Her foster mother, Sheila, suggested she was perhaps blessed by the titan Anaximander, the most alluring among the gods living on Mt. Radomir.“Men are beasts,” she would say. “They would like nothing other than depriving you of your innocence!”A farm girl once shared with Felicity a folktale of the outlands. It was about the witch Hecate, who accepted a human sacrifice and, in exchange, bestowed the gift of being irresistible to men. It was more of a curse than a boon.Regardless of whether she was gifted or cursed, Felicity had no way to know the cause of her predicament.Her foster family had questions about her past. However, she had nothing to share because she had no memories.Five years back, Felicity had woken up on a haystack in the middle of a farm in Fugi, with no memories. The peasant family to which the land belonged was astounded to find a naked little girl wandering their farm. They had taken her in, bathed, dressed, and fed her. Since the girl could not speak for months, they had assumed she was a mute refugee from the outlands—a barbarian. The peasant couple, being kind people, had let her live as one among their children.Felicity had three sisters- Haiti, Twitch, and Mello. Their mother, Sheila, had not kept the refugee girl wanting for anything.Felicity had grown up in the cradle of nature.She would spend hours in the meadows and forests. Animals were her playmates. The trees bestowed on her grace and wisdom. The wind and rain sang songs for her amusement. Barely anyone noticed her. She lived in peace for several years.Then, on the day Felicity bled, the world changed for her. The unwanted attention. From farm boys and men even thrice her age. The same day, the visions and nightmares began. The girl would drift off in the middle of the day and have a vivid dream, which would come true in the following days. It could be about the mares birthing foals or an infestation of locusts, or the arrival of rains. Felicity could see several weeks into the future.Occasionally, she would have cryptic nightmares—terrible dreams of war and destruction. Countless lives lost. In the middle of all the carnage, she would see them. Tarsus and Damon- the two men flanking her from both sides right then. In her visions, she was intimately involved with them. However, they did not need to know that yet.Felicity had told them several convenient lies. Rather, they were half-truths. To begin with, she had told them what she was.“Let me revisit your words,” Damon began. “You are a muse? A peculiar who can see the future? Furthermore, you foresaw in a vision that the three of us are meant to become gods and live on Mt. Radomir?”“Yes,” she replied solemnly.Damon laughed out aloud.“And where are you from, MUSE?”“I lived on a farm in Fugi.”“A farm girl from Fugi suddenly turns up and tells me I am meant to be a god. Moreover, I have to give up my trade and accompany her on a journey. I am speechless!”“By the by,” Damon interrupted himself. “Apologies for what I said in the tavern. Something came over me-”“I understand. That is why I keep my face covered.” Felicity said.“This effect you have on men has something to do with you being a muse?”“Yes.”“What are your other abilities?”“I can bend the water element, and I have good fortune.”“Water element is useful. What is this good fortune you speak of? Are you good at gambling?”“You will find out in due time, Damon.”
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27 Lost World
Tarsus, Damon, and Felicity climbed down the rope ladder, one after another. The womb of the cavern was dark and dreary. It was a treacherous descent from the ledge, slithering down over fifty feet of rock. The rope ladder had sturdy wooden rungs for support, but everything was damp and slippery. The youngsters had to be very careful lest they risk falling to their deaths.The walls were covered with moss. A layer of mist hung in the air, stinging their noses. Felicity had insisted on going down first. Perhaps it had something to do with depriving the men of an accidental peek under her tunic if she had gone last. Or maybe she did not want men to lead the path. Regardless, the Muse had her way and took the forefront.The shaft’s rock parapet had prevented them from capturing the underground panorama earlier. Halfway down the ladder, they could see how large the cavern was.The hollow’s roof was so high that clouds formed near the upper ceiling. A str
26 Stab in the Dark
“Ah! Adventurers! You came!” Hector mooted loudly. Damon and Tarsus were dressed in leather battle armor. Felicity, who was not a fighter to begin with, was in wools to counter the cold of the night. She had refused to wear armor of any sort, contrary to the counsel of her partners. Instead, she asked the men to worry about themselves and not get stuck anywhere.“We put the matter to vote, and it was unanimous,” Damon quipped.“I am glad,” the Prefect said. “Victory feels more certain now. I hope you are not bringing the kid.” Zoe had been put to sleep in Felicity’s room. It would be risky for the trio to take the child into the enemy’s den at that time of night. “She is weary from the trip and is enjoying a good night’s sleep.”“Good. Good. It is better if girls her age do not see such horrors.”Outside the inn, seventeen other people were gathered. Thes
25 Peculiar Pitstop
Felicity was swimming in a mysterious body of water. Moonlight lit her way ahead. The night was peaceful and serene. She swam onward for some time and then floated on her back, kicking gently with backstrokes. Was it a dream? If it was, then it was a pleasant change from her usual nightmares. There was a creek near the farm where she grew up. Felicity would spend hours in the water talking to fish. But the dream was in an unfamiliar place.She heard a splash. Something rose out of the water like a giant arm. Under the moonlight, she saw dark glistening scales. A rancorous and miasmic aura exuded from it. Felicity paddled to her left to avoid the object. But there was another one blocking her way, and many others surfaced to surround her. In no time, the long, slender arms encircled her. They flipped in the air like tentacles. Felicity swam towards land, but other appalling creatures were waiting for her on the embankment—a large bat with shadowy wings and a tr
24 Footprints on Dust
The sun was low on the horizon. Three horses trotted on a dusty path at a brisk pace. On the left was Damon’s stallion, Friar, a chestnut dun fjord, one of the friendly breeds of the grasslands that he purchased from Cuppa. Felicity, in the middle, had brought a horse that she had raised on her farm, a gorgeous creme buckskin. She had named it Silver, after its shiny overcoat. Silver had gray eyes as a foal, which had now turned amber. The men had listened to her talk about the steed with patience. The subject was not a fascinating one for them. They liked to hear Felicity’s voice. It was a thirst they did not know they had until they met her.The issue, however, had been to find Tarsus, a proper horse. The hulk was well over six feet and weighed over two hundred and fifty pounds. After rigorous scouting, an acquaintance of Empousa had procured a criollos horse for him. It was a lofty animal, almost six feet in height. But Tarsus mounted and dismou
23 A Tryst with Darkness
The boat floated leisurely towards the river bank. Hypnos looked like a large upright bat, leaning against the stern with arms wrapped around himself. Repeated failure had made him bitter and distraught.He always located potential seraph vessels through a blood spell. In his last attempt at the ritual, the duo had abducted a patrician girl from Modo. She was a healthy colleen with a robust constitution. Hypnos had been very optimistic about the results. Amidst an elaborate ritual, including blood sacrifices and a fire circle, the live vessel had exploded midway. This time it was different. He had had a vision of the girl and where she lived, in a vivid dream. Accepting it as a sign from his mistress, Hypnos had proceeded to use her as a vessel. But he faced abject failure yet again.At that rate, he could never awaken the Dark Seraph, and his dreams of becoming a god would be crushed.Hypnos was a reject from the Labors. The gods had mocked and humiliated him durin
22 Afraid of the Dark
Rhode accepted some bread and water after she had thrown up her fill of mud. Hypnos cast another spell to remedy her weakness. Dusk had set in, and Grave lit a torch near the mouth of the cavern. The necromancer had disappeared from view, but Rhode could hear him going bump in the dark, near the river bank. She thought she heard a small animal braying from that direction.“It is almost time,” Grave told her. “The solstice is upon us.”He gave her a cloak and turned away to give her privacy. Rhode undressed from the mud-caked tunic and wrapped the blanket tightly around her neck to the knees. The riverside would be chilly this time of the night.She had not come to terms yet, with the prospect of becoming the vessel for a seraph. The sheer scale of it went over her head.She had lived encumbered in the Agrippa household all her life. Apart from a few visits to the town marketplace, she could not see the rest of Fugi, forget about the other
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