Indigo: Abraham, Emotion Vol. 1: Emotion, Chapter Five: A Faerie Tale Finish

Chapter Five: A Faerie Tale Finish

            Alex woke in pain.  Her right arm burned, the raw, pink flesh exposed to the air around her.  Sand and dirt had gathered on the flesh, feeling gritty and hard against the ripe skin.  It hurt to move, to breath, and even thoughts were a struggle.  When she opened her eyes pain spread through her, and she curled up, letting it dance down her spine and spread into her limbs and digits.

            She swallowed and found her throat dry.  Her mouth tasted of metal, and she rolled something thick and wet across her tongue, forcing it with effort through her dry lips.  Blood trickled down her cheek and gathered with what was already crusted and dry beneath her head.

            Another swallow, and she forced herself over onto her front.  The world spun, and she fought a renewed wave of nausea.  The battle was short lived and ended in failure as she vomited, first into the dirt and then onto herself.  Slowly, she crawled through the fresh vomit to a nearby wall, where she managed to push herself up.

            The stones were cold against her skin and helped to ease the pain.  She lied back and opened her eyes again, holding them open against the dry, hot air.  The wall gave her a shadow to hide in.  Wherever she was, she was somewhere else entirely.  The air was dry still, but not so dry as it was before, and the colors different, more vibrant.  She couldn’t focus on it, though.  Everything blurred and blacked, and her last thought resting against that wall was of Shana, lost in the woods, looking for home.

: EMOTION :

            Samantha led Shana by the hand.  They walked beside the stream, following it deeper into the jungle.  The sun stayed high, blades of light forcing through the canopy and lighting the forest floor just enough to see by.  The air was moist and thick, and the deeper they went, the hotter it became.

            Shana was different now.  She could feel the life around her, breathing with her as the world did. It was an infinite ocean of lights.  It was and endless song, expertly sung.  More than all of that, it was everywhere, and she could see each of the individual lives separate of it.  She could find them in the haze.  She could find Alex.

            As they walked Samantha slowed.  She no longer needed to guide Shana, as Shana knew exactly where she was and where she was going.  This change brought a change in Samantha, too.  When Shana first heard her Voice and materialized in her hand Samantha was so proud she could hardly stop talking about it, but the longer they walked, the worse her mood became. She carried storm clouds with her wherever they went, and Shana could feel those, too.

            They came to rest beside the stream.  Samantha soaked her feet, and Shana joined her.  She nudged the other woman, staring at where her hair fell and exposed soft, ivory flesh.  “Hey, what’s wrong?”

            Samantha looked at her, allowed a brief smile, and then sighed heavily.  “Nothing.  Nothing at all is wrong.  If something were wrong, I would look sad, but I don’t.  I’m smiling, see?”

            “Maybe, but you weren’t smiling earlier.”

            “And I am now.”  Samantha kissed Shana on the nose.  “I don’t want to worry you, my love.”

            “Then tell me what’s wrong,” Shana said, and she leaned forward and caught Samantha in a kiss.  Their tongues met and, for a moment, the world stopped for them.  It always did when they kissed, and that is how Shana knew it was real.  They parted, and the stream burbled again.  Birds sang just for them, and Shana took Samantha’s hand and kissed her fingers, each of them, individually.  “Come on.  You’re already making me worry, so just tell me.”

            “Well,” Samantha chewed her cherry red lips, and Shana stared.  She wanted to kiss her again, but she saw the sadness in the other woman’s eyes and knew there would be time for that later.  “I am being spoiled, I suppose, but I am afraid, even jealous, of that woman, Alexandra.”

            Shana paused, lips on Samantha’s knuckles, and then burst into laughter.  “Why would you be jealous?  Do you think that—No, no, nothing like that.  Alex and I are friends.  That’s it.  I promise.”

            Samantha held her gaze, but she didn’t smile.  She didn’t say anything, she just stood and started walking, arms crossed and holding her hair to her body.  It accentuated her curves, and here or there glimpses of bare breasts showed.  Shana trailed after.

            “What did I do now?”

            “Nothing.”

            Shana caught Samantha and turned her, and she held her in place by the shoulders.  “Please.”

            Samantha shook her head and stood, staring firmly, silently, into Shana’s eyes.

            Shana did her best pout.  “Pretty please?”

            A few more seconds of silence, and then a sigh, and Samantha teased her hair.  Every movement showed another part of her, and she wore it all so bravely and so well.  Shana saw where the scars were formed on Samantha’s wrists.  “Fine,” she says, turning sideways and staring into the stream, where the water glistens in the sunlight.  “You’re just so happy when you think about her. Too happy.  It makes me worry that you love her more than me.  And I trust you when you say you don’t love her romantically, but the thought that you might love her at all is still hurtful.”

            Shana leaned in, hugged Samantha from the side.  She wanted to say something, the right thing, the thing that would comfort her, but she didn’t have the words for it.  Any assurance would be a lie, and Shana couldn’t bring herself to lie to Samantha.

            Samantha turned in Shana’s grasp and lifted her hands to cup Shana’s face, pale fingers on pink cheeks, and she pulled her forward until their noses touched.  They could taste each other’s breaths.  Samantha licked her cherry red lips.  “But that isn’t true, is it?  You love me above all else, don’t you?”

            Shana stared into Samantha’s eyes, got lost in them.  They were blue, but a darker shade of blue than Shana had ever seen, bluer than the ocean’s depths, and whenever the light caught them, they changed, like Shana was changing.  Alex was important, but the more Shana thought about it, the less she knew how important.  In that moment, at the very least, Samantha was the brightest star.

            “Right,” Samantha said, voice urgent and husky.

            “Right,” Shana said, and they kissed, and Alex faded a little more.  They part, and Shana smiled and laughed to herself for being so silly.  “Right, of course.  You’re the most important person in my life.”  Another kiss.  “I love you, Samantha.”

            Samantha smiled now, large, red, and silky, and Shana felt weak in her grasp.  Another kiss, this one deeper and longer, and Samantha followed it by kissing along Shana’s face, along her eyes, along her nose, along her chin.  She whispered to her, “And since you love me so much, you would never want to make me suffer.  You would never want me to be sad or angry or jealous, would you?”

            Shana nodded.

            “Then kill her.  Kill Alexandra for me.”

            Shana swallowed.  She could feel Samantha’s smile in the breath against her ear, just like she could feel the warmth of her own cheeks, the beat of her own heart, and the breaths of her own lungs.  They weren’t so much separate anymore as one single entity joined at the hands and, sometimes, at the lips.  That was why Shana’s first instinct was to agree, but her heart did not remain silent.  It spoke out, and she managed to twist out of Samantha’s grip, but the sight of her beautiful lover stilled her defiant heart.

            She stammered before speaking.  “No.  No, I couldn’t do that.  I—Why would you even ask me to do such a thing?”

            Samantha met her again, held her tight and kissed her one more time.  The world went dark, and only they existed in that moment, perfect and private.  Shana held Samantha now, held her small hands, her slender, pale fingers.  They parted, and Samantha looked now at the ground.  Shana traced one hand along Samantha’s palm before she felt the scar tissue on her wrists again.

            “You would rather see me sad, then?”

            “No.  No, of course not.  I just...I can’t kill, Alex.”

            “And why not?  Because you love her?”

            Shana breathed through her tears, tears that came to her in an instant.  She shook her head, and she held Samantha tighter.  “Of course I love her!”

            “But are you in love with her?”

            “No!”

            “And you are in love with me?”

            Another breath and this time hesitation.  Shana looked away, stared at the stream.  She needed to think, to focus, to escape Samantha’s hypnotic, ocean-deep eyes, but now she could smell the other woman, and the powerful, musky, feminine scent fogged her head further.  She couldn’t bring herself to speak, so she just held Samantha tight and hoped that was enough.

            “Shana.  Are you in love with me?”

            “Yes,” Shana whispered back, and she knocked the tears from her eyes as she blinked.

            Samantha took her chin and brought her back, and she stared into her eyes.  “But you will choose her over me?”

            “No.  Of course not.”  Shana groaned, and she fell into Samantha, sobbing into her shoulders.  She kept repeating it, “Of course not,” over and over.

            Samantha shushed her and soothed her.  She petted Shana’s hair gently until she eased the other woman’s tears, and then she kissed them away.  Smoothing away Shana’s long hair and exposing one ear, Samantha whispered to her, and she smiled.  “Then I will ask you only one more time.  Kill Alexandra.  Kill her and, once she is gone, we can finally have our happily ever after.”

: EMOTION :

            The vomit and blood had dried her shirt against her body, and it flaked off as she moved.  Her chin felt sticky while the rest of her was cold and sore, but it no longer hurt to breathe so much, and the pain in her arm and turned to numbness.  When she tried to stand her legs held her, and that was enough for her, so she braced against the wall and stumbled forward, in the direction she thought Shana might be.

            She was in a forest in the morning.  The air was warm because of the sunlight.  Smoky grey stones were scattered around her, and she moved tactically between them, not trusting her legs alone.  They were cold to the touch and, here or there, she felt runes etched into them but didn’t have enough interest to look.

            Her joints ached as she moved, and she wondered how long she had slept.  Shana was moving toward her, drawn by some magnetic force between them that Alex has always known was there but was never brave enough to admit.  Sometimes, she imagined they were bound together by an invisible string, red when she imagined it, knotted at birth.

            These thoughts made her smile and helped her move faster.  Sometimes, she moved so fast that she worried her feet wouldn’t keep up.  The ruins held her, though, until she could hold herself, and by that point she could breathe again without coughing.  By that point, she was strong enough to stop nursing her wounds, and that is when she started to run, because Shana was close, and she refused to arrive late.

: EMOTION :

            They met on a deserted highway at noon.  The sun was high and warm, a blazing golden eye glaring down at them with the fury of the gods.  Heat distorted the dark, cracked asphalt.  A street sign stood between them on the right, its face bleached off and steel creaking in the wind.  Alex shuffled forward on unsteady legs and came to a stop when she saw her.  Shana had been waiting for some time.

            It wasn’t how either had imagined.  Shana wasn’t alone.  She stood with a woman wrapped only in the dark curls of her own hair, and she looked different.  Alex couldn’t describe what it was exactly, but Shana shined like a star whenever Alex closed her eyes.  She shined brighter even than the sun above them.  She was stronger now, brilliant, and deep-down Alex could feel the change, too.

            Black clouds gathered in the distance and the air was hot and tense.  A breeze teased their hair and stirred dust devils across the shifting orange landscape.  It still hurt to breathe, but Alex was managing. She didn’t know how much time had passed since her fight with Goliath and was even less certain of when she had fought Carolyne before him.  This was the first moment of relief she had since, though.  In the back of her mind she waited for the shoe to drop.

            They made eye contact and smiled, but Shana’s smile was off.  She looked sad, even mournful.  The woman beside her smiled, too, but hers was more earnest.  She stepped in close to Shana and whispered into her ear.  “You know what you must do for me, my love.  So, do it.  Prove to me your undying devotion.”

            Shana’s lips quivered.  She wiped the tears from her eyes and traded a look between the two women, the two loves of her life.  Then, she held out her right hand, fingers parted and stretched.  The light around her distorted as her Voice appeared.  She caught it and pulled it in, gripping the haft with both hands and holding it to her chest, and she stared at Alex.  “I’m sorry.”

            “Sorry?  Shana, sorry for what?”

            Shana charged and leaped.  She brought her hammer up over head and then down on Alex, but the blow didn’t land.  Alex sidestepped and rolled to the side, coming to a stop on one knee a few feet away.  Already, she was winded.  The burning in her lungs was starting anew.  That was how the battle started.

            This was not the meeting Alex had imagined, nor was it the woman she knew.  There were no hugs, no God blesses, only violence and sorrow. Shana’s blow had shattered the pavement, the hammer’s head being denser than it looked.  Alex called Three Gods out of instinct before she spoke.

            “Shana, what are you doing?”

            The question was left unanswered.  Shana turned and brought the hammer with her.  Alex caught it across the blade and while the blow didn’t hurt, it was enough to knock her sideways.  Her legs were shaking again, especially as she tried to hold her ground against another blow.

            Another swing, and this time Alex was staggered back.  Another after that, but Alex was able to duck under and put distance between them.  Shana followed steadily, making each movement slow and deliberate.  She couldn’t hold back, not in front of Samantha, but she still didn’t want to hurt her best friend, let alone kill her.  In the back of her head she kept telling herself to stop, to tell Samantha off and take Alex home, but by that point her body was moving of its own accord.  It was all she could do to slow herself down.

            Alex lost her footing and fell to her knee.  She looked up to find Shana’s hammer head falling.  That was it, the killing blow.  It would leave Alex’s grey matter spread across the asphalt, and then she would be little more than a bloody memory that seeped into the cracks.  Alex lifted her bracer just in time to catch the blow and angled her blade in a way that sent the hammer sliding off in a shower of sparks.

            Shana screamed and spun around, bringing her hammer in low this time.  Alex caught it again, but the angle threw her.  She sailed backward and managed to slide to a stop on her feet.  She stabbed Three Gods into the earth to come to an gain her footing.  Shana followed with tears in her eyes.

            “Fight, damn it!  Fight me! Fight back!”  Shana bit her bottom lip hard enough to draw blood and struggled to swallow her sobs.  She made another swing, which Alex managed to avoid.  The one after that made contact but not well.

            Alex felt something in Shana with each swing.  Despite her screams, despite the violence, Alex could feel in her something familiar.  Deep down, it was the woman she always knew, she just shined brighter than before.  This anger and hate wasn’t natural to her, though.  It was forced on her, and it was that foreign force that moved her.  Deep down, she didn’t want to fight any more than Alex did, she just couldn’t stop herself.  Luckily, Alex knew just how to save her.

            Another blow knocked her back, and then Alex came to a stop.  She lowered her arms and willed her Voice away, and she kneeled down in front of Shana, head forward, hair draped over her eyes.  She could hear Shana’s approach, feeling the light of her charging the air.  The hammer was overhead, shining just as bright as Shana, and then she screamed.

            “I’m sorry...”

            The asphalt beside Alex was fractured and the hammer lost inside of it.  Shana shook above her and began sobbing.  Then she fell forward, into Alex’s waiting arms, while her Voice dissolved into the air beside them.  Alex held her and hugged her, and she soothed her as she cried.

            “I’m sorry, Alex.  I’m so, so sorry.”

            The air, heavy as it was, began to settle.  Thunder growled in the distance as the storm stirred.  A cool wind was coming in, and Alex held Shana tighter and was held in return.  She rubbed her back and wiped away her tears, and she kept whispering to her that it was fine, that it was okay, and that she was alive.

            They stayed like this, together, and cried like children into each other’s shoulders.  Alex didn’t understand, and she didn’t need to.  She had done something important that day and actually succeeded in saving someone she loved, and that was enough. 

            Distracted as they were, neither of them were even aware of Samantha’s timely disappearance.

: EMOTION :

            When it became clear that the spell was broken Samantha ran. She ran and ran until her feet bled and her lungs ached, and then she kept running until the landscape shifted from one to another.  It should have been impossible to lose the battle that way.  She owned Shana’s heart.  At least, she should have owned it.

            She came to a stop and bent forward on her knees.  The highway was gone, left behind her somewhere else, in some other time, and she found herself on a rocky overhang that looked out on an empty lakebed.  Fog and clouds obscured the sunlight and cast rainbows across the valley.  The air was cold, wet, and reeked of death.

            Boots clicked on the stones behind her, and she turned to find a tall, dark-skinned man with high-cheeks and ivory hair.  He was well-built, muscular in the torso and broad around the shoulders, and he wore a twisted sneer.  It looked like a knife-wound across his face.

            Samantha backed away from him, to the very edge of the rocks.  “Crest.”

            “Samantha.”  His voice was rough and his eyes the color of amber.  He moved slowly toward her, his long hair fanning around him like a cape caught on the wind.

            She gave a smile.  “May I help you?”  Her voice was shaky and broken, but she hoped he didn’t notice.  Judging from the hunger in his eyes, however, he had.

            “Well, dear, I’ve come to take care of a loose end.  You see, we have no room for cowards in...”

            “You don’t understand!  I’m not strong enough to...”

            “...our ranks.  And it is my job to cut away those ends, because if they are left unattended to fester, well, they make us all weaker for it.”

            “...fight them off.  I have nothing outside of my Soul Kiss.”

            “You could have tried something.”

            “And what do you expect me to try?  Kiss them both?”

            His sneer twisted further, leaving his face a ridged with shadows and hardly human.  “I expect you to fight.”

            “Fight and die?”

            He paused as if in consideration, and then he nodded.  “Now you only have the one option, don’t you?”

            She looked back into the fog behind her and realized she couldn’t see the lakebed below, and she considered jumping.  Then she looked forward and ran toward Crest instead.  He grabbed her by the neck as she came close and pulled her toward him.  His hands were strong and his fingers long.  He had her off her feet with little more than a grunt and held her above him, staring into her eyes as he squeezed the life from her.

            “And do you know what that option is, Samantha?”

            She coughed and reached for his face, clutching him tight and pulling him closer.  Her limbs felt numb.  Her toes were cold.  She stared him in the eyes, his hateful, angry eyes that were amber iris around black holes.  He looked so empty, like death.  She turned her gaze on his knife-cut mouth.

            “Ah-uh,” he said and held her away again, still suspended in the air.  The shadows around him swelled to life, swallowing the sunlight that touched them.  Soon, they were eclipsed by those shadows, but by that point Samantha’s vision was blurred and fading.  She wasn’t dead yet, though.  He gave her just enough air to keep her alive, awake, even if the world was dancing.

            The shadows circled the area below her, long tendrils stretching up like giant, ancient teeth.  He held her a moment longer as they licked at her feet, leaving slender cuts in her pale flesh.  They felt cold against her flesh.

            He released her, and the shadows caught her in their gentle, frosty embrace.  They parted her skin and seeped inside, gathering around her and pulling her in.  She gasped for air and began to scream while he watched her, the shadows rolling along her flesh and swallowing her to the shoulders.  They weren’t so cold anymore, not while they burrowed into her bones.

            She coughed.  The rush of oxygen had made her momentarily high.  The world continued to sway.  She tried to scream again but couldn’t.  There was something in her throat, wriggling and writhing through her, rending flesh as it went.  Then it crawled out of her mouth, whittling down her teeth and pulling her apart.

            Crest watched until she was gone and flexed his hand after.  The shadows compressed around her, and she hardly made a sound.  Then, they receded, leaving a broken bag of meat and bone.  He smiled and turned, and he left her there in the daylight, his shadows trailing, always at his heels.

Indigo: Abraham, Emotion Vol. 1: Emotion, Chapter Four: "Anomie"

Chapter Four: Anomie

            The emptiness had come suddenly.  Even Isaac seemed surprised by how quickly the grasslands gave way to sand dunes and the baking heat of the sun, and Ellen had believed him unflappable.  When she asked him about it, though, he explained it away by saying it only seemed sudden, but the change had been gradual.  Looking back at the desert behind them, Ellen wasn’t so sure.

            Her shoes were full of sand, and each step made it worse.  Behind them they left a bread crumb trail of footprints.  They traversed over sand dunes large and small, walked through harsh, dusty winds, and still seemed no closer to their destination.  Eventually, Ellen’s legs gave out, and she fell forward and cut her knees.

            Isaac stopped and held out his hand.  “Come on, we’ll be there soon.”   Even as she accepted his hand, Ellen knew he didn’t mean it.  Still, she felt comfort in his grasp.  He was strong, and if anyone could protect her, she wanted to believe that he could.

            She kept holding his hand as they continued forward, and if he was surprised by that, it didn’t show.  He just stared ahead, his finger wounded tightly around hers, as they crested another dune.  At apex they stopped and took in the sight before them.

            Dark clouds choked the sky and floated above a series of large, rusted oil refineries.  They stood, stalwart but decomposing, their steel dulled by the constant erosion they faced.  It looked to Ellen like a city of decay, with each refinery being older than the last.  Isaac went tense in front of her.

            “What’s wrong?”  She squeezed his hand again but felt him pull away.  “Do you see something?”

            Isaac wiped his brow and shook his head.  He squinted and sweated in the sun, which hadn’t moved since their arrival.  “No,” he said, shaking his head again, and he looked at her.  “No, I don’t see anything.”  He smiled.  “I just,” Looking back at the refineries, he went quiet, and then he frowned.  “We just need to find another way through.”

            Ellen squint up at the sun and then looked at the shadows cast by the refineries.  She looked at the empty wasteland around her.  “I don’t think there’s anywhere else.”

            “We can’t go there.”

            “Maybe we could rest there?”  She tried to take his hand again.  It was sudden, she knew, but she wanted to help him like he helped her and didn’t know how.  “Why would that be so bad?”

            He swallowed and stared quietly.  His lips were chapped and his skin dusty.  After a long moment of the wind whipping at his shirt and pressing the sweaty garment flat to his chest, he sighed.  “You’re right.  We have nowhere else to go, do we?”

            “Not really.”

            He sucked in the air and then fell into a fit of coughs.  Then, he pointed forward.  “Then we move forward.”

            She nodded.  “Okay,” she said, but when she looked at the refineries, she felt a sense of dread.  She looked at him again.  “But, just out of curiosity, why didn’t you want to go there in the first place?”  He looked at her, shrugged, and started down the sand.  She followed at him.  “Isaac, why?”

            He looked back at her and put on a grin.  “It was just a bit creepy.  That’s all.”  He offered his hand again.  “Come on.”

            Ellen didn’t believe him, his smile or his words, but she took his hand and let him lead her ahead.  Whatever was there, and wherever they were, Isaac clearly didn’t trust her to keep calm or at least didn’t want to make her worry.  They were both in a desperate situation, she figured, so she would keep quiet and do her best to stand strong while she could.  He had enough to think about and didn’t need her to worry over, too.

: EMOTION :

            “So,” Ellen began, walking a short distance behind Isaac as he led her toward the oil field.  He moved purposefully and kept his gaze fixed ahead while she walked more slowly, searching her surroundings for any sign of life.  The area was desolate, and the oil refineries before them felt deeply oppressive.  “What is this Emotion place, anyway?”

            Isaac smirked back at her.  He had his hands buried into his jacket pockets and his head down against the wind.  “The Emotion is the heart of God,” he said, and it sounded almost like a joke, but Ellen didn’t know what part of it was supposed to be funny.  “More accurately, though, it’s our plant’s soul.”

            “Our planet’s soul?”

            “Yeah.  All things are composed of three forms: body, soul, and spirit.  Body is physical, spirit is the spark of life—energy—and the soul is what binds it together.”

            “Uh-huh.  If that’s true, then how did we get here?”

            Isaac shrugged. “Honestly, I’m not really sure.  Maybe that little girl did something?”

            “Abraham?”

            “Yeah.  Her.  Maybe she led us here.”

            Ellen pursed her lips and thought on it.  She remembered hearing Abraham voice just before she woke, remembered feeling her faint warmth as the world was going cold.  Just before waking up, Ellen felt a dark chill, colder than water, colder than winter.  Thinking back on it, she might have been dying.

            “Okay, then how do we get home?”

            “That, I don’t know.  For now, we should focus on getting everyone together. Your friend, the brunette, and her friend.  They’re both here.”

            Ellen knew immediately that the brunette meant Alex.  She didn’t know who Alex’s friend was.  Alex had so few friends, and she couldn’t imagine who would have followed them there except Carolyne, who hardly counted as a friend after what happened.  In fact, Ellen had her doubts if Carolyne was even human.

            “Hey, I have another question.  That sword thing Carolyne had, what was it?”

            “Carolyne?”

            “The girl who was there chasing Alex and me.  Did you see her?”

            “Her.”  Isaac nodded.  “Yeah, I saw her.  That sword was her Voice.  It’s like a—Well, it’s a physical representation of someone’s soul.  Or, a physical extension?  It allows your soul to act on the physical world.”

            “And Voices are weapons?”

            “Not necessarily.  They take many different shapes, though the few I’ve seen were weapons, which is odd.  My father always said that they took on the form most appropriate for the person.”

            Ellen could see that.  Carolyne, whatever she was, clearly wanted to kill.  Ellen looked at her hands.  “Why don’t I have a Voice?”

            “Not everyone has them.  Only people with strong enough souls can do it, can reach out and shape the world.  I don’t know what exactly determines it.  May just be random chance or luck.”  He looks at her and winks.  “Not that you aren’t special in your own way.”

            She smirked in return.  Isaac was sweet, if a bit corny, and he seemed to have his head on.  He didn’t know everything, but he at least had a direction, and that was more than Ellen did.  Just listening to him talk was a comfort.

            They fell quiet when they reached the oil refineries.  The air here smelled thick of smoke and machines and was at odds with the fresh scent of the prairie which was still stuck in her mind.  Even the warm, dusty scent of the desert which surrounded them was overpowered by this oily haze.  It suffocated Ellen and made her feel trapped.

            She remembered lying still with Abraham warm at her side while everything else became so cold.  It hurt to breathe, hurt to focus, hurt to be.  Everything was draining out of her with each pump of her heart, and she was willing it to stop pumping, but it wouldn’t listen.  Her fingers went numb, and her toes, and she fell unconscious.

            Ellen pushes the thoughts away and breathed through the smoke.  The refineries stopped the wind at least, and she took the chance to adjust her hair and pat the dust from her clothes.  She stared at Isaac’s back, and she laughed to herself.  “Hey, Isaac, I was wondering...”

            “Yeah?”

            She put on a smile.  “You single by any chance?”

            He came to a hard stop and scowled.  His fingers flexed and light collected in his palms, and it shined so brightly that she had to wince.  When she recovered the light had faded into two bladed rings, one in each hand.

            Ellen peeked around him and saw nothing.  She looked back at saw nothing.  They were surrounded by steel on all sides and, past that, sand.  “Something wrong?”

            Isaac moved carefully through the sand, surveying the area as he went.  “I feel something, someone.”  He glanced at her.  “Did you feel it?  Like we’re being watched.”

            “Um.”  Ellen looked around again.  She hadn’t felt anything at all other than playful.  The smog around her made it hard to keep her head clear of anything but darkness and industry, but Isaac’s turn put her on edge.  He had seemed so calm, so collected, but now he was on fire.  Something set him off and a part of her worried it was her.

            She looked at the blades in his hand, his Voices.  They were different from Carolyne’s but still deadly in their own right, she was sure.  Looking at them comforted Ellen, though.  He seemed more a protector than a hunter.  He stood before her with his back turned, watching the world for a threat.  Carolyne had pointed her Voice straight at her chest and meant to kill.

            Isaac stood still for a long while with Ellen at his eyes.  He waited, listening to something that Ellen couldn’t even hear.  His body was tense and his fingers bound tightly about the grips of his Voices.  Then, his eyes widened and he turned to move her aside as a large, armor clad figure appeared from the sky and landed in the area they previously occupied.  Dust kicked up around him and steel met steel.  The sound of it echoed around the rusted ruins of the oil barrens.

            The dust settled to reveal a tall, stout man clad in plate and carrying a sword with a blade nearly as tall as he was.  His blade was balanced between Isaac’s chakrams, which were pinched together.  Isaac had his feet planted, light swelling around him as he repelled the on-coming attack.

            Isaac shoved the man off with a grunt and watched him stumble back.  The man staggered flat-footedly, his plate cumbersome and dusty.  In the haze, Carolyne saw Ellen for a brief second, and then saw the hysteria that that had seized the tiny woman.  She saw Carolyne’s Voice shining in her mind.  Ellen retreated from the battle, screaming and sprinting away as fast as her legs would take her.  She could hear Isaac shouting after her but paid him no mind.

            “No, Ellen.  No!  We don’t know if he’s alone!  Come...”  His words died as she ducked under another attack and, as he righted himself, she was gone.

            Another attack came in, and Isaac rolled under it and into a metal stand of a refinery.  The man stalked forward, armor gleaming dully in the dim light.  Isaac hadn’t felt him until just before the initial attack.  If he had, then it never would have come to melee combat.  If he had, Ellen never would have been in danger.

            The man swung horizontally and cleaved the refinery’s leg into pieces.  Isaac ducked under and rounded around, moving under the refinery where the man was too big to follow.  He moved between rusted bars to the other side, and the man followed him slowly.

            A vertical swing left Isaac staggered and another broke his defense.  The next missed narrowly, and Isaac stumbled around in the sand to escape.  It was different from with Riis.  This man was bigger than Isaac and careful in how he fought.  He didn’t leave as many openings and didn’t waste energy.  Every move was precise, tight, and controlled.  To win, Isaac would have to be equally decisive.

            He pushed Ellen out of his mind and put distance between himself and his enemy.  The man clanked forward, panting in the desert heat.  The sand had him slowed and his armor left his movement limited.  Isaac wouldn’t be able to kill from a distance, but it at least gave him time to think.

            He waited and then moved in, ducking under another attack and kicked the man in the foot.  The man stumbled in the sand and gave Isaac the opportunity to catch him in the arm.  Isaac punched upward into the man’s bicep, planting the chakram blade between the plates.

            The man stumbled and fell forward into the sand.  His sword landed beside him and slid down the shallow incline in the fine sand.  Isaac planted his foot onto the man’s shoulder and pushed into the sand before looking up to find Ellen.  As he stepped away, he met an invisible wall.

            Isaac put his hands forward and was met by something solid though seemingly insubstantial.  The man laughed beneath him, pushing up to kneeling and greeting Isaac with a dusty smile.  “Looks like you aren’t going anywhere.”

            Isaac glared. Energy flowed into his Voices, which gleamed at his sides.  “What is this? What are you doing?”

            “Me?  Nothing.”  The man chuckled.  “That is the Iron Heart.”

: EMOTION :

            Ellen found refuge on a nearby refinery.  She climbed it without thinking and hid behind its large, rounded oil drum at the top.  Rust colored the steel around her, and each creak made her footsteps subtler.  It held her, but she didn’t trust it still.

            She came to a rest against a rusty guard rail and supported herself against it while gathering her breath.  Isaac was still back there, fighting, perhaps even dying, but she couldn’t bring herself to go back.  Even if she could, the battle would just get her killed as well.  Isaac was stronger than her and endowed with a Voice.  She would just get in the way.

            She peeked around the rounded form of the refinery and found Isaac standing in the sand over his enemy.  His hands were bloody, but she was sure it wasn’t his own blood.  The sight of it made her skin crawl.  She didn’t like the fury written in his features, and she disliked seeing his weapons stained red even more, but she was happy to see he was alive.

            “Thank God,” she said, and she settled with her back to the refinery and took another deep breath.  The air smelled of oil and smoke still and, now closer, it also smelled of rust and steel.

            “God had nothing to do with it,” someone said from the other side.  It was a woman, with a deep, solemn voice devoid of inflection.  Ellen went rigid and peeked around again, and she stood and sprinted the other way, back toward the stairs.  The woman was there waiting.

            She was tall, slender, and very composed.  Her skin was dark, as was her hair, and her eyes with a bright, empty blue.  They looked to Ellen like a clear blue sky, devoid of anything at all.  She wore a dark dress, widow’s rags her mother might call it, and her lips were twisted in a half-hearted smile that looked tired more than anything else.

            Ellen’s foot slipped, and she fell forward onto her knees.  She looked up to find the woman watching her and pushed herself to standing.  As she did, the woman looked away, turning her attention to the battle going on.  She muttered an absent, “Hello,” as she did.

            In the distance Ellen could hear the battle continuing.  She heard grunts and shouts but couldn’t make them out.  Isaac’s voice cut through it, strong and clear, and she liked to think he was winning.  The woman was watching still, wholly composed and without opinion.  Ellen watched her for a sign of danger.

            “Who are you,” Ellen said once she caught her breath.  She kept herself steady against the oil refinery’s central barrel.  Flakes of rust collapsed at her touch.

            “Deidra,” the woman said, and she glanced.  “Come over here and watch with me.”  The woman turned her attention back to the battle once more.

            Ellen swallowed and approached.  She could try to escape but figured the woman could catch her anyway.  As she rounded the refinery’s platform she saw Isaac and the man in the distance.  Their fight looked nothing like the movies.  Both were clumsy and their blows didn’t make the right sounds.  Both were breathing heavily, too.

            Isaac kept distance between, closing only to make quick strikes and retreat.  The man, meanwhile, was feral.  He was a storm of slashes and often missed.  Whenever his blade clipped the sand beneath them it was tossed into the air as he made another swipe.  It was almost like a dance if neither of them knew the proper movements.

            Deidra pointed.  Her fingers were longer and elegant and her nails unclipped.  “Do you know that boy?”

            “Yes, but not well.  We’ve only just met.”

            “Here in the Emotion?”

            Ellen nodded and approached slowly to stand beside Deidra.  “Yes.  Do you know who that is attacking him?”

            Deidra nodded, too.  Ellen stared at her now, saw how beautiful and tired she was.  Up close, she looked older than Ellen had initially figured her to be.

            “Can you stop him?”

            Deidra looked at her now with those blank eyes.  Her face moved, expressed anger, but her eyes didn’t commit.  They remained empty.  The woman shook her head and let her mouth tighten, and she looked away.  “You have no place in this world.”

            Silence settled, save for the wind and the groan of the steel and the battle in the distance.  Ellen picked at the rusty handrail and considered Deidra’s words, and she knew they were true.  Ellen had no Voice, she had no power, and she definitely didn’t understand what the Emotion was.  She was weak and frail, and after everything she had been through, the only thing she can do consistently is get people hurt.

            “Cornelius,” Deidra said, her voice carrying and bouncing between the platforms.  “Cease your assault. We’re leaving.”  Deidra gathered her dress, which was beautifully crafted but worn with age, and she turned.  Her movements were graceful and precise but seemed to tire her further.  She stopped on the ramp, her hand on the railing, and looked back at Ellen.  “You take care of Isaac, will you?”  Then, she turned and left.

            Ellen watched the man in armor—Cornelius, she figured—retreat from the battle.  Isaac was watching the man’s retreat, too.  At some point when Ellen wasn’t watching, Isaac had suffered a shallow cut across his cheek, and he was still breathing heavily.

            Both Deidra and Cornelius disappeared into the desert and once they were gone, Ellen found Isaac searching for her in the oil field.  They met with a hug, and he lifted her from the sand and spun her about before planting her back down.  “Ellen!”

            “I’m sorry I ran,” she said.  “I was scared and I...”  She touched his cheek; he winced.  “Are you okay?”

            “Fine,” he said, and he smiled like Deidra did.  He wore it better than her, but it still didn’t carry to his eyes.  “What about you?”

            “Fine.”

            He wiped away the blood from his cheek and looked out at the desert around them.  “Glad that’s over.  Who were they, though?”

            Ellen shrugged.

            “Well, whatever.”  He looked at the black, smoky clouds that pool about like water, and he frowned.  “Can’t feel a thing here.  We should leave before they come back, yeah?”

            Ellen nodded.  As they left, she glanced back at the oil platform where Deidra had watched from, at its rusty steel plating.  Isaac took her hand and led her back out into the blazing sun and off into the horizon.

: EMOTION :

            They walk in silence through the sand.  The wind picks up, tossing Ellen’s hair and leaving her squinting.  Like little shards of glass, the sand digs into her flesh, and she lifts her hands to cover her eyes.  Isaac does the same, and she struggles to follow his back in the sandstorm.

            Thoughts of Deidra return to her.  She seems somewhat familiar to Ellen, though the young woman was sure they had never met before.  She considered asking Isaac but decided against it.  He had a lot on his mind and seemed to blame himself for everything that happened.

            They move through the sandstorm, keeping as close as they can.  Isaac moves with greater purpose now, head down against the wind.  Unlike her, it doesn’t seem to hurt him, or if it does, he doesn’t let it show.  He is colder now, focused, having become a man on the mission.

            They keep walking until the wind dies down and crest a grassy hill, where they stop to catch their breath.  Ellen realized then that the desert heat had faded and, looking back, saw only an expanse of ripe, green hills stretching out behind and before her, dotted with little white ruins.  The sun had faded from the sky and now the moon watched them.

            Ellen caught Isaac looking back as well.  They made eye contact and held there, suspended in time.  She stood and dusted herself off best as she could, and she smiled.  He turned forward again and started down the hill, taking the first step.  After that, he didn’t look back again.

Indigo: Abraham, Emotion Vol. 1: Emotion, Chapter Three: "EMOTION, part 3 Synergy"

Chapter Three: EMOTION, part 3 Synergy

            “The Emotion, dear, you’re in the Emotion,” Samantha said.  The words set off something strange in Shana’s heart.  Heat washed over her, and for a moment she no longer feared Samantha but viewed her as a peer, an equal.  The moment faded in a flash, and then they were miles apart.  Shana stared at Samantha as if she were a goddess.

            Words, Shana searched for words, but none came.  Her voice hid from her, so she stood quietly and watched, wide-eyed, ready to flee if necessary.  Samantha stepped out from the foliage.  “Don’t be afraid,” she said.  From within her cocoon of hair, her hand appeared.  It was dainty and pale.  “Now, come, please, and I’ll tell me why you’re here.”

            Shana looked at Samantha’s hand but didn’t move.  “I’m looking for someone.”

            “Oh?   May I ask who?”

            “Alex.”

            Samantha’s red lips curled into a knowing smile.  She hummed and then clicked her tongue.  “I think I know where to find her.”

            “Really,” Shana said, her gaze drifting and meeting Samantha’s.  “Can you take me to her?”

            “Yes, if you can get those legs moving and follow.”

            Samantha withdrew her hand and leaped from her perch on the tree.  She started down the jungle path, stopped, and looked back.  “Are you coming?”

            Shana stood, stone-still, and swallowed the fear in her gut.  “Yes,” she said, nodding.  She was afraid, but if there was even a small chance of finding Alex, then it was worth the danger.

: EMOTION :

            They walked in silence for what felt like hours.  Samantha led her swiftly through the jungle, stopping from time-to-time to make sure Shana was still there.  She looked proud, Shana thought, as if she were happy to have someone following her.

            Gradually, Shana’s fear faded.  She remained wary of the strange woman but didn’t sense any ill-intent.  Alex took up her freed focus and kept her quiet.  She didn’t speak, didn’t ask questions, for fear it might slow their progress.  Sometimes, when she closed her eyes to wipe away the sweat collecting on her brow, Shana could still see Alex bleeding in the rain, dying.  It made her feel sick.

            The jungle was endless.  Tall, dark trees loomed overhead, their branches spread out like arms embracing each other.  Their leaves were dark and healthy and caught the light.  Irregular breaks in the canopy showed in radiant pillars that seemed to rise toward the sky rather than falling from it.

            Shana staggered and cursed.  The underbrush was thick with vines and bushes, all surviving on what nutrients they could steal from the things around them.  She was still barefoot, and her pajama pants were crusted with dirt and mud.  Samantha walked barefoot, too, Shana realized, but didn’t seem to have the trouble navigating.  She hopped from root to root as if she were gliding

            Shana could hear animals, hear life all around her, but she never saw any.  She also never saw anything manmade.  There were no jungle trails, no wooden bridges, no markers or signs.  Seemingly, there was no civilization here, just life in its raw, unaltered form.  It made her feel out of place and, combined with the humidity, overwhelmed her.

            They came to a stop at another rocky waterfall.  The water here was as clear as the last, and Shana drank from it greedily and sighed as she splashed it across her face and down her body.  She shivered as it rolled down her sweaty flesh.  Samantha watched her from the side, smiling quietly as Shana shook her hands off.  “Uh, yeah?”

            “I can help you,” Samantha said, sitting up.  She appeared to be naked underneath all of her hair, and Shana could see ghostly white skin peaking from between the dark curls.  “Help you so that you never lose track of her again.”

            It seemed impossible, but so did everything else that day.  Logic and reason didn’t play into Alex bleeding in the rain, and it definitely didn’t follow Shana into the jungle that the light saw fit to leave her in.  It was back in Sadieville and seemed too afraid to bridge the gap.

            Samantha reached her hand out and tapped the water.  Ripples spread through the bond, meeting the ripples made by the waterfall and mating with them.  They glided across the surface of the water, parting again near Shana’s feet.  “You could even protect her, if need be.”

            Shana paused now, thought of blood in the rain, thought of muddy knees and tears at the cemetery.  It hurt to feel so powerless. It was worse to be that powerless.  All she could do for years was watch her best friend suffer, and it hurt too much to keep watching.

            She didn’t trust Samantha, but she also didn’t care.  Alex needed saving from so many things, and Shana would give anything to be able to succeed even once.  So, she looked Samantha in the eye, and she knitted her brow, and she said, “Fine.  Show me.”

: EMOTION :

            When Alex woke, she could hardly see.  She shuddered and suffered through great floods of hot and cold.  Then, she fell back into dark, deep unconsciousness.

            Later, she woke to the very same.  She rolled onto her side and coughed, hard, until blood oozed from her mouth.  The world around her was filled with black spots.  She could make out a cool, stone floor underneath her but nothing else.  She rested her head against it and blacked out a second time.

            Again, she woke, and this time she tried to move.  Pain shot through her entire body.  All of her muscles flared to life, and she did her best to curl into a ball on the ground while coughing hard.  Every breath was a struggle accompanied by whistles and wheezes.

            She opened her eyes and, for a brief moment, her vision aligned.  She was alone on a stone altar.  Statues of ancient things surrounded her on all sides.  It was midday and slightly overcast.  Rain clouds hung in the air, unmoving.

            Gradually, the pain eased as she lied there.  So long as she didn’t move, she wouldn’t suffer.  She almost wished Goliath would have killed her, but then she would have left Shana behind.

            Shana.

            That single thought was enough.  Through the pain in her side and her arms, she pushed her broken body up to standing and started moving.  What happened to her no longer mattered.  Shana was there somewhere.  Alex could feel it, and so long as Alex could breathe, she would find her.

: EMOTION :

            Samantha instructed Shana to sit by the water’s edge.  Shana stared into her reflection, which stared back.  Samantha stood behind her, tall and proud.  They were both silent, and the tension in the air swelled.

            The longer she sat, the more Shana felt like it was a waste of time.  Alex was out there somewhere, desperate and alone.  Sitting wouldn’t find her, action would.

            Samantha leaned over, and her reflection appeared in the water beside Shana’s.  Her longer, curly black hair fell forward over Shana’s shoulders.  “Do you understand what the Emotion is, Shana?”

            Shana thought about it and then shook her head.  Part of her wanted to ask how that would help the matter.

            “Essentially, it is the world’s heart, but it’s not the heart in a literal sense, but in a spiritual sense.  It is the world’s soul.  You see, everything has a soul, the world, you, it all has a heart that animates it.”  She paused, as if to give Shana time to understand.  Then she said, “That is where the power to protect your friend will come from.  You just need to find it within yourself.”

            “Right,” Shana said.  She looked into Samantha’s eyes in the water and asked, “And how am I going to do that?”

            Samantha kneeled down behind Shana and leaned in close.  Her breath danced along Shana’s neck as she whispered. “Close your eyes and clear your mind.  Feel out your heart, it’s beat and it’s breath.  Feel the world’s heart beating around you.”

            It sounded like nonsense, but Shana followed along.  She closed her eyes and took a deep breath to clear her mind.  Sun spots appeared on her eye lids.

            She kept breathing, fighting to ignore the sound of life around her, of the brilliance of the sun, of the sticky on her skin.  Instead, she focused on the continued beating of her heart.  As she did, the beating became more prominent, until it took up all of her focus.

            She was at rest, and her heartbeat was rhythmic and reassuring.  She was alive, that is what it told her.  Soon, she breathed in tune with the beating of her heart, and she breathed deeper and deeper, filling her lungs and emptying them. 

            Somewhere at her center, deep in the darkest reaches, she felt a spark.  The sun spots went wild, flaring into vivid reds and yellows behind her eyes.  Shapes took form in the darkness, appearing as flower or a sunrise.  In the back of her consciousness she felt something reaching for her, begging for her to listen. A voice.

            Heat swelled in her chest, like sunshine on a cold day.  It was the nurturing warmth of a mother singing a lullaby.  It was a guardian angel come down from heaven, and Shana knew it was there to lead the way to Alex.

            Shana’s hands flexed, and inside she tried to grab the heat, but it slipped through her fingers.  Its disappearance was so sudden that it left Shana falling backward, as if the presence had been holding her up all along.

            When she opened her eyes, she was flat on the ground and struggling for breath.  Her heart hammered and her body ached.  At first, she had forgotten where she was, but when she saw Samantha everything came back.

            “What was that? What happened?”

            “You failed,” Samantha said.

            Shana sat up quickly and closed her eyes again.

            “Shana, darling, you need to rest.”

            “No, I’ve got it this time,” she said, thoughts of Alex pushing her harder.  She gripped her pants tight and tried to breathe and count her heart beats.  Nothing happened except for growing frustration.  She opened her eyes and sulked at Samantha.  “Why can’t I do this?”

            Samantha smiled and kneeled beside the water.  She pulled her hair back, revealing one pale arm, and she scooped up water and threw it at Shana, who fell back again and yelled.  “You need to cool down,” Samantha said, laughing, and she tossed more water Shana’s way.

            Shana flailed.  “Stop.  Stop it!”

            Samantha righted and shook her hand dry over the water.  She seemed so tall and regal when she looked down at Shana.  “And you need to rest and think on this, because you can’t force this awakening.”

            “But I need to find Alex!”

            “You will.  She will be fine even if you take a nap.  In fact, she would be even better if you did this right.  I promise you.  Please, you must be patient and do this right.  Otherwise, you’ll just end up making things worse.”

            Shana shook her wet hair in a rebellious manner and then sighed. “Fine, then let’s get something to eat if we can.  I’m starving.”

            Samantha smiled. “That sounds fine, dear.”

: EMOTION :

            Together, they gathered fruit from the trees and then ate in the shadow of the canopy but also insight of the stream.  Shana sat on an exposed tree root and ate greedily while Samantha watched from the side.  The fruit was tart and hurt her gums on first bite, but after eating her fill the taste mellowed.  She dropped the skins beside her and laid back.  Her full belly made her sleepy, and suddenly she felt the effort of the day come upon her.

            She watched the blue, clear sky.  Clouds were painted in place, stationary and never moving.  The sky, she realized, hadn’t changed either.  It had been noon since she arrived, without the sun drifting an inch.  The warm sunlight soothed her, though, melted away her aches and left her only with the fatigue.  She closed her eyes, despite her urgency, and found rest.

            Samantha sat beside her, legs folded and hair parted carefully, covering her body but revealing glimpses of creamy flesh.  She hadn’t spoken much since they settled and seemed content to enjoy the calm.  Shana still felt something from her, something different, but she didn’t fully understand it.  Earlier, when her body burned with life and light, Samantha seemed to fade away.  It was like her light was dull compared to Shana’s.

            “Hey, Samantha,” Shana said without opening her arms.  She had her head cupped and was nestled in the roots.  “I have a question.  Why are you here?”

            “To help you.”

            “I mean, why are you here in the Emotion?”

            Samantha didn’t respond, and Shana opened her eyes to find the other woman pensive.  She was chewing her bottom lip, looking hurt and almost angry.  Then, she blinked and her calm returned.  She met Shana with a look of placid tranquility and, staring into Samantha’s eyes, Shana found she preferred when Samantha showed emotion.  During those moments she at least appeared human.

            “When I was young,” Samantha said, slowly, carefully, picking each word with reason, “I was teased severely.  The people around me said awful things to me, about my body, about my looks, or the lack there off, I guess.  In time, they said worse things about who I was.  You know, personal attacks.  Apparently, they found my personality as utterly repulsive as my body.”

            Shana kept quiet but could feel the hurt in Samantha’s words, see it in the way her body slouched.  The other woman stared fixedly at the soft, dark earth beneath them.  She played idly with her hair, looking no longer tranquil.  Her face was calm, but her body and tone were tense, broken.  She sounded on the verge of tears.

            “Every day, they would find new and creative ways to harass me.  It felt like a never ending punishment for a crime I didn’t commitment.  So.”  Samantha stared now at her wrists, the skin of them so pale they gleamed in the sunlight like wet bone.  “So, I made a wish to leave that place and escape their cruelty.  And I came here.”

            “A wish?”

            Samantha smiled sadly and moved toward her.  She smelled of lilacs and something else, something deeply feminine.  Extending her arm through her curtain of hair, she exposed her forearm again, this time in the shadow of her body.  Up close, Shana could see the wish she made.  Thin, pink scar tissue ran along the width of her wrist.

            Shana covered her mouth.  “Oh, God.”  Carefully, she reached forward, and she touched the very tips of her fingers to the scar, and she shook.  “You…”  Even Alex had never done as much.  Without thinking, Shana took Samantha by the hand and pulled her into a hug.

            Samantha returned it whole-heartedly, burying her face into Shana’s shoulder and crying.  She was warm to the touch and very soft, and her the scent was stronger now, almost suffocating.  It wasn’t just lilac, but an assortment of wildflowers mingling with a pungent female musk.  It was cloying, confusing.

            They parted, eyes locked, and hands touching.  Shana was lost in Samantha’s eyes, rooted in place and unable to move as the other woman moved forward.  Samantha’s lips twitch into a sad smile, her breath danced, hot, across Shana’s face.  Their lips touched, briefly, and Shana held her breath.

            Time stood still.  Shana stared across infinity into Samantha’s eyes, into Samantha’s ivory skin and rose smile.  She thought to push her away but couldn’t react in time.  Their lips meshed and bodies merged and a strange sensation took her.  It was her first kiss, and it wasn’t at all what she expected.  From the stories she heard, Shana thought there would be electricity or fireworks.  Instead, there were bubbles, forming and popping along her spine.  She felt light-headed, maybe even a little drunk.

            Nothing happened until they parted, and then they were back in reality.  Time restarted again and the jungle came to life around them.  Shana was breathless and flushed and laughing.  She pulled Samantha into her again, this time falling forward onto her.  Their tongues met and danced a private ballet between them as they rolled in the grass, stopping with Samantha on her back and Shana atop her.  Their kisses grew desperate and hungry.

            Shana sat up and ran her thumb along Samantha’s jawline.  She smiled and supported herself with her free hand.  “Sorry, I—I don’t know what happened.  I normally wouldn’t, but you just looked so…”  She trailed off.  Her cheeks felt warm, and where time had once been suspended, it now moved faster.  Samantha’s hair was parted now, and her breasts were exposed.  Shana stared.  “You’re beautiful.”

            Samantha smiled and kissed her fingertips. Then, she pressed them to Shana’s lips.  “May I ask you a question, dear?”  Shana nodded.  “How much do you love me?”

            Shana parted her lips and nibbled Samantha’s fingers as she thought.  “How much would you like?”

            Suppressing laughter, Samantha said, “Immeasurably so.”

            Shana kissed Samantha’s finger.  She kissed her way down Samantha’s arm and up her neck, and finally placed a final kiss on her lips.  “Then that’s how much.”

            “Prove it,” Samantha said, embracing Shana.  In that moment Shana did just that.  She proved her love to Samantha and afterward they lie together in a blanket of Samantha’s hair, and they basked in the afterglow.

: EMOTION :

            Shana woke later, wrapped in Samantha’s hair and lying naked in the sun.  It was still noon, as it had been since she arrived, and the cool air dried the sweat of her body.  She rolled on her side and found Samantha sleeping beside her, her pale skin gleaming in the light.  She smiled and kissed her forehead before standing.

            Shana dressed and went to sit by the water.  The air was cooler here and the mist from the water felt good on her skin.  She cupped her hands and took a drink, and she soaked her feet up to the ankles.  The water was cold on the insides of her toes and made her bones ache in a bracing way.

            Time was running short.  Alex was out there lost in the jungle or somewhere else.  Samantha had said Shana could find her, and after what happened earlier, Shana was more determined than ever.  She would unlock the mysterious power she felt earlier and use it to get all three of them back to Sadieville, where she could have a happy life with her best friend and true love at her side.

            She looked back at Samantha.  It was strange to think that she had a true love and even stranger to think it would be a woman.  In all her life, she had never been sexually attracted to women, but Samantha was something special.  They didn’t know each other well, but Shana knew that much at least.  What they had was life changing, and she couldn’t wait to introduce Alex to her.

            “Shana, dear?”  Samantha was still wrapped in her hair, eyes closed and recoiling from the sun.  Shana felt butterflies.

            “Yeah?”

            Samantha sat up then and rubbed the sleep from her eyes.  She stretched and smiled.  “I was just making sure you were still here.”  She looked around.  “And we are still here.  Good.  How long did we sleep?”

            “I’m not sure.”  Shana looked at the clear blue sky and at the omnipresent sun.  “It’s hard to tell here.  But I feel better now that I’ve rested.  So, tell me what I need to do to unlock my soul, or whatever you were calling it, so I can go find Alex.”  Shana went quiet when she saw Samantha’s expression.  The other woman seemed surprised, even worried.  Shana stood.  “What?  What’s wrong?  Did I say something?”

            “No, no, it’s nothing.  I’m just surprised that you,” Samantha swallowed her words.  “I mean, you’re right.  We need to hurry and find your friend.”

            Shana smiled.  “Right.  So, what do I do?”

            Samantha stood and joined Shana by the water.  They sat together, Shana in the front, legs folded beneath her, and Samantha at her back.  Soon, they were embraced, Samantha’s slender, pale arms wrapped around Shana’s ribs and holding her tight.  The butterflies whipped up a storm.

            “Now,” Samantha whispered, her breath tickling Shana’s ear, “Focus on your breathing and think of nothing else.  Forget my scent, forget my touch, forget lips.  All that matters now is you and the world around you.”  As she spoke, she planted kisses along Shana’s neck and traced her fingers along Shana’s arm, leaving a trail of goosepimples in their wake.  “Feel the heat in the body, the flow of it, the swell of it, and harness it.”

            Shana shuddered.  She found it hard to focus on anything else at all.  Samantha’s fingers went up and went down.  They were dainty spider-legs dancing down her forearm and coiling around her wrist.  She had her thumb on Shana’s pulse.  “Now, count your pulse.”

            Everything felt remote.  The world wasn’t there.  It was just Shana and Samantha, and Shana couldn’t feel her pulse.  So, she counted her heartbeat instead, clicking her tongue in rhythm with it to block everything out, and slowly, Samantha fell away.

            Shana felt the sun on her, saw its light behind her eyelids.  The sunspots swelled and swallowed her vision.  Soon, Shana fell away, too, lost like Samantha was.  Her body ceased to be and became the sunshine, and yet she could still feel Samantha there, kissing her neck, breathing into her ear, tickling her arms.

            She was a separate entity, distinct from the world, and she was the world itself.  Her flesh was stone, her blood rivers.  Each breath was a gust of wind, each thought the birth of a star.  The world, she realized, had a pulse like she did, and she started to count it with clicks of her tongue.

            Her heart hammered and burned.  Raw energy traveled through her, filling her as the light had and becoming her as the world had.  From there, Shana could see everything, all of life.  It operated in a delicate balance and could be found anywhere.  Everything breathed, everything had a soul.  She was just a small part of that, and yet she helped to compose something so much greater.

            The sun grew hotter, its warmth swelling inside of her.  Flesh burned, blood boiled.  It was different from her, separate from her, not soothing but barren, dry, and unbearable.  Her bones liquefied into magma and seethed away her insides.

            Shana screamed and ran away.  She crawled back toward her body, back toward the safety of Samantha’s arms and saw the sunspots as pyres on her way.  They formed into images again, each different and distinct.  Then, they formed into Alex.

            She stopped and stared, and she knew then what to do.  Shana faced the flames and stayed the course.  She walked through the pain and found revelation on the other side.  Lava was new flesh being born, and old things must die to make room for the new.

            Suns are the center of a star system, and the planet’s core is molten hot.  A soul is no different.  It is composed of light, heat, and energy, and that is the power she needed.  She had to move through the pain to find it.  Only by accepting this could she reached the deepest parts of her.

            In the flame and in the light she saw a door, and she opened it.

            The light faded.  The world faded.  An ash tree appeared, its bark a prism.  Dark leaves canopied the void and filled the sky with stars.  Its roots were the earth, the dust of them clinging to her bare feet as she walked.  She touched the tree, the pain she felt earlier transmuted into a rapture so exquisite that she couldn’t form words, and then she heard a voice.

            “Open your eyes, dear.”

            Shana heard water and felt mist on her skin.  She was breathless and sweaty, but she was also smiling.  When she opened her eyes Samantha was there, holding her about the ribs, and a hammer rested on her lap.  It had a long grip white in color with a compact head crowned by two small wings on each side.  Gold and blue embroidery wound around the haft and white lace flowed from it like a shawl.

            “You did it.”

            Shana held the hammer in both hands.  It felt familiar, strong, stalwart, and heavy.  “What is it?”

            “Your Voice.  You’ve awakened it.”  Samantha squeezed Shana tight and kissed her on the head.  “Congratulations!”

            Shana lifted the hammer slowly.  It was named Heart’s Song, and it was an extension of her soul.  She wasn’t sure why, but she knew that much about it.

            “I’m so proud of you,” Samantha said.

            Shana looked at her.  They hardly knew each other, but Samantha’s praise meant the world.

            She lifted herself and hefted Heart Song up to rest it on her shoulder.   The world felt different now, and looked different to her, too.  She could feel things that were only faint echoes before.  Life and light surged all around her, and she could feel it in every leaf, every stone, even in the wind itself.  It had been a cacophony when she arrived, but now she saw them individually and among them, she saw Alex.

            Shana looked down at Samantha, who was still sitting by the water, and Samantha met her gaze.  “What is it, love?”

            “I found her,” Shana said, smiling.  “I found Alex.”

            “And you really want to find her?”

            “Of course,” Shana said, and she could see the hurt in Samantha’s eyes.  She held out her hand and helped Samantha up.  “We can go to her together.  Right?”

            “Of course,” Samantha said, but her voice was distant.  She embraced Shana.  “Let us rest first.”

            “But…”

            Samantha glared.  “You’ve done enough for her today.  For now, indulge me.”

            Shana looked out into the distance and saw Alex.  She was at rest, her energy stable if dim, and she sighed.  It was hard to admit, but she was tired, and she had made some progress in finding Alex.  Her Voice faded, and she returned Samantha’s embrace.  “Alright, you win.”

            Samantha smiled and pulled her close, and their lips met.  Before they lied together again, however, Shana thought of Alex one last time and sent her a wish to let her know that they would soon be reunited.

: EMOTION :

            In another place, perhaps even another time, Alex smiled in her sleep, and she dreamt of Shana, and an ash tree, and holding hands as they sat in the warmth of the sun.