For the war

[Tayelikel 193]

    Elphaba had been desiring to do something. There was a urge in her that could not be placed; With so much going on in her life it was no surprise to her that she could be forgetting something. She sat at the table in her home and began praying to the spirits for something to fulfill her. To provide her with a way to contribute to her clan, her race. Often her prayers would go for days, years, with no answer. The spirits now, however; provided her with exactly what she asked for.

       In the days before war it was not uncommon for shamans to work vigorously to send prayers to the spirits, to bless the battle. It was almost tradition. With a battle soon to come Elphaba could feel the spirits pulling her to a task she was best suited for. The perfect use of her shaman abilities. To go into prayer, and make the needed sacrifices to the spirits. It had been what she was brought up with. The life she knew, something she took the most pleasure in doing. A satisfied smirk grew on Elphaba as ideas began running through her head. What way would be the best to serve the spirits. How could she please them? Elphaba meditated, letting her mind wander, closing herself off and letting instinct guide her. Before long her eyes opened, bright and focused. With ease she stood up from her pose. making her way to her room. Finding a outfit, a few papers, some food, she swung the bag over her shoulder and left her home. The warm sand of the goi under her feet.

      Elphaba made her way to the docks. Standing in wait she spoke to no one. Only observing. She noticed many folk who seemed well off. There clothes clean and hair decorated with fancy pins. Or men who clean shaven beard mixed with there expensive shoes. were all the signs of the wealthy. Ignoring most people, greeting the random people who would generously greet her; it seemed forever until the night. With little hope, Elphaba turned to head back when out the corner of her eyes she saw what she had been so desperate for.

    A curled up figure with white hair and clothes, which seemed tattered and worn caught Elphabas eye. A target; making her way over, the figure stirred. Elphaba taking a spot to stand next to her, the girl lurched in surprise "Did i ztartel lat?" Elphaba asked the child. The girl nodded "You did...Can, i help you?" she asked cautiously With a sly nod Elphaba reached her hand out to the child "lat am homlezz rite? Well, mi am in need of zumeazh tu wurk for mi"  It was a risk. Elphaba knew orcs weren't trusted, but looking at the teen, her snow like skin, the soft white hair and the enchanting eyes. She wanted the girl as the sacrifice, to please the spirits with such a picture of innocence. Elphaba purposefully kept her hand extended, her calm and gentle smile catching the eye  of the teen before her. 

     The teen noticed Elphabas green skin, her small tusks. every fiber of her being wanting to avoid her. Yet, The elven ears on Elphaba caught the girls attention. "your not a full orc, are you?" she asked seeing Elphaba shake her head. The teen stood up "Why do you care if im homeless?" she asked with a curious gaze "I hab kubs mizelf, agh I nub want tu think ob dem on da ztreet, lat nub luuk old, zu mi think mi cen help lat." Elphaba spun the words flawlessly, Like a good story that seems to come off the pages. Lacing the words with hope, promises of a future. "Im only sixteen, what would you have me do?" The teen asked with a slight glimmer in her eyes "Lat cen tend tu mi blarg agh tu mi animlalz. nub hard wurk, bud lat would hab fuud agh home" Elphaba eyed the teen over "sixteen, agh whut am lat nayme?" "Ibara" the teen greeted with a slight bow. Her tangled hair falling past her shoulders "and your name?" Elphaba gave a quick nod and lowered her head "Elphaba, hozh tu meet lat ibara, ledz gu blah mure in mi blarg"

It did not take long for the two to travel back to Elphabas home in the cannon. Along with showing Ibara the sights, and taking a moment to eat, Elphaba and ibara were to the quaint home by midnight.

         Elphaba opened the door to her home, letting Ibara through first. Closing the door after herself Elphaba also triggered the gate to the house; And before Ibara could fathom a reaction. Elphaba had the small elves arms behind her back.

         Ignoring the screaming, Elphaba pushed Ibara through the door leading down to the lowest level of her home.The steps echoing as they both made there way through the flight of steps. Ibara squirmed even through Elphabas grip. Trying to break free, but being small for her age, and against a orc. Her attempts severed only to inconvenience Elphaba rather then stop her. "LET ME GO!" ibara screamed with no effect. Still being dragged ibara could see the room that Elphaba was pushing her into

        Elphaba walked right into her ritual room. No hesitation or faltering she entered the decently sized room. Forcing ibara to the far end where the altar lined the wall. With a swift motion she chained Ibara to the wall. Both of her wrists now bound.

       Ibara could feel the cold iron tight around her wrist, panic filled her as she saw the room around her. Body parts from all races filling jars that lined the wall, knives and staffs along with masks lined the other. The chains pulled at her and she fell to her knees, letting the harsh stone of the altar dig into her skin. "why..." she murmured as she watched Elphaba glace over the assortment of knives.

"Wi am at war, da zpiritz dezire agh taze of bluud. Lat ama guing tu gib dat tu dem" She grinned at Ibara as she found a knife made of ivory and iron. She took grasp of the handle and turned to Ibara with the ceremonial dagger, the ivory hilt like glass in her hand, the iron blade catching the light of the torches in the room. Putting her finger to the blade, Elphaba tested the sharpness as she grabbed a mask from the wall, her favorite pained skull. putting it on she made her way back to Ibara. Ignoring the pleas for life, for mercy. Nearly gliding along the floor Elphaba stared at ibara, meeting her eyes. "Enrohk! mi azk lat tu azzept diz zakrifize aid uz in da comming battul lat am zpirit ob our rage! wi wizh tu deztory our enemy, bi with uz in diz war!" With a swift motion she covered Ibara's eyes and pushed her head against the wall, Making a clean, Deep cut against her throat. Scarlet blood cascading down Ibara's neck. A loud, Horrid choking sound echoing in the room. The gargling and the sound of the chains losing tension as Ibara faded.

       Elphaba gently lowered the dagger to the altar, moving to the shelfs to her right and eyeing the many jars. Grabbing a jar on the bottom left, Elphaba opened it to take out a heart, persevered with treated water she carefully, gently, lowered the heart into a bowl which rested on the first shelf. Setting the bowl onto the Altar Elphaba reached for the ivory knife, making a slice in her palm "Votar, Azkeo. Mi azk lat tu bi wif uz in diz war, Votar. Led uz flat our enemiez az wi du our prey.Azkeo, Protectk uz frum fatal woundz, lend uz lat healing hand tu ani ob uz whu will faze injery" Elphabas prayer turns to quiet murmurs, pleas to the spirits to watch over and bless the coming battle. As she finished the prayer. Elphaba cleaned the knife off with a red rag, hanging the knife back on the wall, and Leaving the ritual room behind, now feeling satisfied

                                                                                                                                   

 

 

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