'Then Adonai descended in the cloud, stood with him there, as he called on the Name of Adonai . 
Then Adonai passed before him, and proclaimed, 
“ Adonai , Adonai , the compassionate and gracious God, slow to anger, 
and abundant in lovingkindness and truth, showing mercy to a thousand generations, 
forgiving iniquity and transgression and sin, yet by no means leaving the guilty unpunished, 
but bringing the iniquity of the fathers upon the children, and upon the children’s children, 
to the third and fourth generation.” '
Exodus 34:5-7

The Story continues….as my imagination runs wild, we see in the eyes of Folrose, Nwe, Amiya and Athan. Welcome to the next part!

Athan, standing still not knowing what to say or how to react, looked past Amiya and straight at Fulrose. In silence they stood what seemed like hours was only a couple of minutes. So inching a little away only to see Amiya pushed to the floor as Athan jumped over, and where do you think you are going? Looking at Amiya who was as white as the daisy flowers that surrounded us,her eyes were wide open and lifeless and her dress was soaked in blood,  he continued. Yes, I knew she would eventually betray me so I took measures when I was out of her sight. Showing off what looks like a vest, it reflects any weapons used against it. See I cast a spell if you try to harm, you will only be killing yourself with a smirked look on his face. So truly she killed herself because of her own selfishness, we had a good thing going and I would have done anything for her.

Then Nwe turned and raised her eyes and looked and observed four men moving to the back of her and two on each side and four in the front. With an attempt to come at once, closing her eyes with a focus on the centre of the sword. Feeling the energy of the room, she could see each energy radiating from each man as they got nervous the energy was stronger. Feeding into the energy surrounding them, the sword became one in her hand and the dance started. Moving with music of the sword she reached the four men at the back with a swift strike and the music stopped. 

For she was now one with the sword, something had changed in the sword, the black flame now surrounded her hand and reflected on her eyes. The dance was different and she could completely let go and move to the music. Hands raised high she moved to the centre and the men got into position for another attack. They had no hope but she could start to see that some were thinking before acting.

Nwe stood and let the music move her mind and body, watching the men’s headlong rush and with a battle cry that was blocked by the sound of the music. She met each dance, some men stumbled, some tried to grope with outstretched hands but it was futile. For the sword has tasted the enemy’s blood, men fell to the fall. As the cries grew the dance grew stronger and the intensity, for she could see her soul was getting stronger with the sword at each death. The progress of the men started to slow as the first set of men fell to the floor, the others were now at a predicament. As it moved with the flow killing all its path some stopped and wondered but could not escape the song, for the sword was blind to the cries. And as its path was down, at last relief overflowed me. Then I looked up and outside Fulrose was at the mercy of Athan as they walked in. 

Athan looked very pleased as any one would look at a child, walking to the fireplace with Fulrose by his side. Along the way, Fulrose filled her in on how everything had gone and ran a few things by her that will be problematic. How was she to kill someone with a spelled vest which might be protecting his entire body. The head doesn’t seem to be protected, says the sword. We can knock him out and don’t do anything that will kill him as Fulrose injected. He has now done something to me that will affect me if you kill him, I will die. What? Yes, what we need is to get his mind of the situation at hand. Something to give him a reason to occupy his mind for a while. Any ideas?

Athan looked around, occupied and was very much looking for something as this could be the distraction we need. What is the matter? As he stopped and looked at both of us. Why are you two looking like that? What are you scheming about? Did she tell you the consequence of killing me?

Continuing to look at the walls..

© Hannah M Vandi

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