Embala tries Fiction

Okay, this is for my few attempts to contribute something beyond fan art - mostly for the grab-bags on the Scroll of colors years ago.
Reposts for now ... don't expect much new. Better: do not expect anything new. XD

My one and only prose story - featuring Embala, Reef and Winnowill. Obscured by purpose ... back in those days I wanted to keep the characters open for guesses. Because of a possible sequel. And - just because. XD


Changes


FIRE. ... her world was on fire ... HOT. ... consuming her body ... GLARING. ... burning her mind ... YELLING. She turned to flee the torture ... into the darkness ahead, luring ... no more pain, promising ... no more struggle. No return. NO! There was another way, a small whirl of cool blue, a memory of freedom and joy ...


... she whirled around in high-spirited circles, enjoying the weightlessness in the light-flooded waters. The sunbeams made her sparkle in greens, blues and turquoise. She had explored other oceans but never before had she been a part of it, tasting it, breathing it. Another strike of her strong green tail led her amidst a shoal, causing the silvery fish to shoot apart like fireworks.

Back at the bank her lovemate was watching the carefree dance with lenience and pleasure. These new shape and abilities were his temporary gift. She reached out at him with an inviting gesture. Just when their eyes met she felt a kick in her belly, delicate but clear. She gasped in surprise ...


FIRE. Her lungs were burning, pleading for mercy. She forced air into them just to live on for another moment. Her whole body cramped in hot pain ...


... floating relaxed in his embrace her light blue strands mixed with his dark tresses. Leaning her head back on his shoulder, blue eyes locked with soft grey while their hands met on her belly, feeling the little one kick again. This was his other, precious gift. She wasn't able to receive a clear sending but she could feel his love engulfing her with warmth. And the mind-picture of a large, bridge-like structure reaching far into the sea together with his longing.

He had asked her aloud many times before. **Come with me to my home. Live with me and my tribe.** There had always been a reason not to answer - to stay here for another dance of the moon - to discover the sea beyond the next reef. Her thoughts wandered ...

Whenever she had joined a tribe, found friends and mates, there was a farewell - and it had become harder every time. It was easier to stay alone, enjoy short-time company and leave before the bonds grew too tight. But with the baby and her honest love ... it was time for another change.

Suddenly his hands grabbed hard for support. The warmth was gone. His eyes proved that his mind was far away ...


Back into the FIRE. To her surprise she could actually take one more breath. The heat was biting the flesh from her tail, causing more cramps. High Ones, no ... not the little one ...


The call. A call of pain and anxiety. They had followed this strange sensation for days before it suddenly vanished. But now it was back and she knew that his healer's heart would not rest before he has found the caller.

The search lead them to the other side of the island, to a rocky beach. Whoever was in need for help was somewhere there. She stayed back on a rock near the shore while her lovemate approached the source of the cry. An elf maiden curled behind one of the bigger rocks ... his sending gave her a vague impression of pale, delicate limbs and a long black mane. The alien elf turned towards him ... those eyes ... radient with insanity and hatred!

**RUN, beloved, run!** The hatred was like a magical black fog that reached out and enclosed the healer. And at the same moment it hit her on the distant rock. In shock and pain she fled into the sea ... heading for the depth ... to learn in new shock that this magic had done harm. She could hardly breathe and her finned tail felt lame and aching. Struggling her way back to the surface she managed to reach low waters before her world exploded ...


Too hot, too glary, too exhausted to move ... but at least she could breathe again without falling in agony. Despite the piercing headache her mind and senses started to work again. She was lying on a shore in the sun ... so tired ... sleeping ... NO! There was danger, she just had to remember why ... the search for the call ... the alien elf. The elf maiden. She was the danger! Her magic has ... she didn't want to see again what this magic had done.


It had effected her, too. The changes - the gift of her lovemate - were gone. She could breathe, so her lungs were restored, but the tail ...? Taking all her will she managed to turn on the back and sit up, resting on her arms. The effort made her world turn around once more and she closed the eyes. At once visions of her beloved came to mind - feeding the fears what she might see on herself. A sigh of relief slipped her chapped lips when she found a pair of perfectly shaped legs ... and learned that she could move them. And there showed no blood, so it was a good chance that her child was alive and well.

She reached out for a piece of driftwood, long enough to serve as a walking stick, and struggled on her feet. She had to go away from here as fast and far as possible. The last view, the last mind picture had convinced her that nothing could be done at the moment for her beloved healer. His shape was turned into something beyond elfin and his mind twisted. And she was not in the condition to fight anyway.

There was his heritage, little Bluedepth, she had to take care for. At this very moment she felt another move inside. Not the kick of a tiny heel - more like a lash. Something was terribly wrong ...

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just to remember (possible sequels - VERY faint possibility):

Shadows - Grab Bag May 2011 ?
Light - Grab Bag June 2011 ?
Circles - Grab bag July 2011 ?

I remember this one. You had a whole self-elf character you had fun with in those days, grand times that they were.

Thabks for sharing this with us, hoping to see more! (PM me if this is cluttering your thread and Ill see if I can delete it)

You are welcome, friend! You'll never "clutter" clutter my thread, Hammer, please don't even consider so. *hugs* Just in case you need an encouragement and prove: I still cherish this scene.


Snippet about Embala getting her dagger

TrollHammer wrote:

*Embala feels a tap on her shoulder, and hears the sound of a steel blade being unsheathed...*
"Right behind you..." I say, in as forboding of a voice Ican master, trying not to grin in the process.
*Embala turns and looks at me, and at the ornate dagger I'm now holding.*
"Dear friend Embala, would you accept this gift of the Forge?" I ask, in grand formal Troll style, offering the dagger and sheath to her.

Embala looks at the familiar, finally grinning, green face with the friendly eyes.
"My eyes see with joy, my friend!"

Her view wanders to the delicate, strong blade that looks tiny in the big, artful hands of her trusted Troll friend. She takes the unique dagger and richly adorned sheath with both hands and leads it to her forehead - as formal as possible, answering in the traditional way.

"It will serve me well, Master of the Forge" she smiles, "I will treasure your precious gift, my dear friend. It will remind me of your kindness and care when our ways will part until we will meet again."

Oof talk about tugging the heartstrings. Then again i earned my nickname Brilleet honestly...lol i enjoyed the story. I rather liked the vagueness since i knew some things already

Awww... *huggles and offers a tissue* Thank you for the attention and feedback, Vaeri. Glad you've enjoyed!

I already read that story of the boy too, you send it once to me. But that of the dagger I didn`t know.
I can hardly stand stories in which something terrible happens to a pregnancy....but well done!

Ah ... it was back when I've mentioned Embala's mer-boy the first time, right? As you know by now, Yeee, it turned out well in the end. Und - dankeschöön!

TrollHammer's kind idea became the way how Embala got her last and best dagger. It's usually straped to her leg.