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Date Posted: 20:04:05 02/02/04 Mon
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Alexis/Monet/NobelNomis/Kira
's message, "Re: A Time For Change" on 19:26:45 02/02/04 Mon
::Yes, yes, just keep it there!:: Angie shouted to Monet in desperation. ::Hold it, just a moment longer....:: She was gasping, stumbling between the boulders with Jeff on her back; every breath poured down like fire and her vision swam. Away and below she could hear one of the hawks begin its song, but it was cut short by the strident scream of an enraged tiger, and there was some fierce scuffling.
She did not look around to see that Alexis was keeping up. Her mind was working furiously to formulate a plan - she could see no way to get rid of the beasts without using magic, which troubled her in regards to the boy she carried, who was beginning to stir.
With an anguished cry she fell forward - her foot was caught between two rocks, and as she tumbled the ankle twisted viciously. Jeff sprawled across the path, striking his head against a rock, and was still. Alexis was only a short distance away, carrying the masked Silent Paw and looking absolutely bewildered. Angie was filled with a sudden rush of anger at her companions, who could not understand the danger that they were in. With a snarl she wrenched her foot from the crevice and, ignoring the pain, lurched to her feet. "Alexis," she shouted, "get down and shut your ears!"
Angelina blinked, and found herself perched atop a large boulder to one side of the path. Alexis was looking around in confusion, but there was no time to deal with her. The fen-hawk had begun to sing - Nobel had his paws over his ears, tail lashing in anger as he crouched low to the ground between the hawk and Monet, who was apparently asleep in the shadow of a boulder. The hawk's song had enchanted him.
"Oh, no, you don't," Angie muttered, slowly raising her arms to point down the slope at the hawk. After a few seconds, they began to glow faintly. "Not on my watch."
::Gleaner, get your fuzzy blue ass out of the way before I blast it to high heaven.::
At that moment, a most extraordinary sound emitted from the girl on the boulder - a high, keening croon, much like the hawk's song itself. Her eyes were open and there seemed to be a fire deep within them; the glow around her brightened and her arms began to tremble. Down on the lower slope, the hawk looked up sharply, its fierce, intelligent gaze fixing at once upon the pillar of light and sound in plain sight atop the rock. With a squeal of delight it took wing again, flying straight over Nobel and the unconscious Monet and streaking toward Angie like a bolt of lightning.
Just then, the morning sunlight came over the hill enough to fall upon Angie; she seemed to light up like a pyre, trembling with the effort of holding the magic in place. The light blinded her, and she did not see the pace of the hawk's approach. It slammed into her with talons outstretched, and the painful screams of both mingled in the still dawn air.
- - -
Wesimbi's head jerked up. "I'll return shortly," he said to his companions, as casually as he could muster. But the tone of Kira's voice worried him; jogging out into a clearing, he snapped out his wings with a great rush of air and launched himself skyward. Curious, Evan gave his warrior's shoulder a friendly squeeze and followed the great shape into the ever-lightening sky.
When he saw the fen-hawk in sharp pursuit of his little Kira, Wesimbi shrieked in rage and barreled toward it at once, passing low over the elf's head (knocking her to one side with the force of his passage) and slammed into the hawk. It had been unaware of his approach and now, realizing the presence of the Guardian, wailed in terror and made as though to escape. But Wesimbi was too fast; he sank the talons of one foot into the fen-hawk's back and, grabbing its head with the other foot, gave a sharp twist. It fell to the earth with a broken neck, dead, and the dawn seemed unnaturally still as Wesimbi returned to the forest floor.
::Evan!:: Michael called, alarmed. ::Where are you - Evan, what was that? EVAN!::
::Here, Michael,:: the eagle replied, returning at once to his warrior. ::It was...I don't know how to describe it. He killed it! The Guardian is quite a warrior himself, it would seem.::
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