Aegis-fang

When Bruenor Battlehammer created Aegis-fang for his adopted son Wulfgar
The incredible warhammer was said to have been the Dwarven King’s pinnacle of creation. If memory serves me correctly, he didn’t return to the anvil for a considerable time after the forging of the infamous hammer…

However, it has been a long time since I last read the books and it’s also a completely vague reference for anyone beyond an olde fashioned D&D gamer…

Although I had to split up my work into bite sized blog posts, I  have presented for you my Aegis-fang… I have never been able to surpass the quality of work that I put together for my Poetry assignment, this was the point where it all fell together, where I was able to encompass all my passion and inspiration into 30+ pages and it paid off… It earnt me a distinction at university!

It’s taken me a while to build up the confidence to share this work with you, I’m so proud, yet so shy, almost ashamed of my pride, for it is misplaced when compared to those who actually inspired me initially.  I have so much admiration for others, I feel insignificant, a candle flame against a spotlight.

This is my pride and joy, I love each word that embroidered together created something beautiful and now I feel as though I have laid my soul bare, naked in the face of criticism.

Yet it has given my blog a nice turn of events, I still have my lingering tale to work on, for my characters keep haunting by dreams… insistent that I do not forget them, that I continue to give them life, through words…

It’s been a pleasure to focus on something more than my own cathartic personal posts.
For I suspect these don’t really make for stimulating reading,  they are precious to me.

It’s also given me the chance to slip in a little bit of my photography… For how better to dress my own words than with my own pictures…

Sadly, I appear to have lost the feedback sheet with the tutors comments,  for i would have liked to have shared those words too… So instead, I shall sit back and allow you to enjoy my work in its fragmented presentation, invite you to form your own views and hopefully enjoy some my insane scribblings…

Anne Harrison 05.07.17

Of Death and Rebirth

Act 2 – part 10

 

Kane watched Vixen leave, until she was out of sight, then returned his attention to his son. He was stood with Hera in the clearing, Kane smiled with relief,  yet the expression of utter contempt Sha wore stopped him dead in his tracks.

The lad cleaned his face and stepped towards his father.

“You killed him, didn’t you? You killed the guardian.” His voice was full of grief,  his words cracked as tears sprung to his eyes. “I am The Guardian father, yet you, you killed him!”

Kane swallowed hard and nodded…  He had never lied to his son and he was not about to do so now…

“Yes, I killed him, without knowing his name or who he was…”

Hera, remembering the scene, closed her eyes. Her anger still raw. “He was my friend.”  She croaked.  Sha sensed an underlying conflict between the old friends,  this was something that Hera could never forgive…

“I wasn’t Captain at that time,  I was a foot soldier under the command of General Fendor.  Our patrol,  with the Prince leading the troops had finally captured The Child of Prophecy and her Guardian.” Kane recounted events truthfully.

… “There was an air of celebration among the troops,  wine flowed a little too freely and they turned violent…  Drunk, they set upon their captive, I watched the guards beat him, break his body, his bones. Stamped on his chest, hacked off his ears, his nose, crushed his hands… ” He ceased with the description, watching tears flood down Hera’s face…

… “I can not tell you what made approach him, I don’t know why the rest of the patrol didn’t stop me… But I remember his expression,  his grief,  the pain of his loss, too great to bare. An emotional pain far more intense than any injury inflicted upon his body.  He knew my intention,  somehow and simply nodded… I broke his neck…”

Kane sat down abruptly, the truth spilling free… “He gave up his life and within a year you were born, born to be his next vessel… I’ve always known this to be true,  Alleia knew this too…”

Sha sat next to his father… “It all feels too much,  I’m too young,  I just want to play with my pony Dad, I’m not ready for this!” His eyes pleaded…

Yet, somewhere deep in his soul he heard her voice,  The Child of Prophecy,  he had always heard her voice,  felt the invisible connection for they had never met.  He heard her crying at night and knew he could lead the way…

 

Anne Harrison 22.06.17

My Body, My Rules…

Act 2 – Part 9

 

He was slick with sweat and had bit his tongue, yet Hera supported his head as she helped the lad sip at the herb laced tea.

“Steady, don’t try to stand too soon.” She helped him to sit up slowly. Seizon-sha coughed and shuddered, blood ran freely from his chin, he tried to talk. Yet his words were lost in a groggy mumble, disorientated and exhausted.

Kane paced like a caged wolf along the tree line, anxious yet hesitant to approach, Hera had warned him back allowing his son to go through the trial unhindered. He hadn’t slept, hadn’t moved… Haunted by memories of his own experience.

Vixen caught his arm, turning him about to face her. His constant stress was grating on her nerves…

“I cant do this, Kane. I can not come on this quest with you, but neither am I going to neglect you.”

“I don’t understand?” He shook his head… Still rather distracted…

“I’m a whore Kane, I’m not a soldier, not an adventurer. I’ve never hidden who I am from you and you’ve never demanded I change.” She lightly touched his face. “This journey, to find the Princess, that is for you and your son.”

He glanced back to the clearing then, to where Hera had Seizon-Sha seated in the long grass supping her infamous healing tea.

“If I accompany you, I’ll only be a distraction for you and the guards, I’m too fond of you to cause issues, so I’m going to return to the city, I know I can get into the Palace grounds because I know the girls that work there, I might as well use my position, my body, my abilities to try and find Kireina, where ever she is being held. She is like a daughter to me and you need to focus on one thing at once. Constantly fretting over both your children will keep you distracted and only get you killed.” She planted a soft kiss on his lips.

Kane sighed heavily, her words slowly sinking in, making sense. He wrapped his arms around her, drawing her closer and resting his forehead against her shoulder. “Why are you always so dreadfully sensible?” He spoke into her curls…

“Never underestimate the wisdom of a whore with curves.” She laughed softly then stepped away from his embrace. “Just don’t get yourself killed.” Vixen turned to leave. “Come back to me Kane!”

 

Anne Harrison 22.06.17

Midsummer Awakenings

 

night sky – barley lit by a thin crescent moon

ink black and alive with sound

a deep darkness hugged the ground under the thick canopy of full summer trees

mist lingered brushing the tips of tall rich grasses

 

grasses swayed – mist swirled

disturbed by the lone woman – clad in tattered layers

this was her time – night time – moon time – dark

the mist hung to her form as she appeared to float from the trees into the clearing

the boy laid near the centre – yet he was not there

 

his journey was in the inner realm

he would struggle

he would cry

he fought

she watched over his journey – a silent guardian

this was something he needed to face alone

 

a strangled sob escaped his form

sparks – dancing fae drew close

imps curious – drawn by the raw magic

they surrounded the boy – dancing on moon beams

the hag – noticing the father – ushered him away – sent him back to the shadows

 

somewhere a wolf howled – calling to his mate

as the thin moon circled low atop the tree line

night relinquished its hold upon the forest – a pink light grew in the sky

it was time for travellers to return from the inner realm

 

the boy stirred

the hag knelt by his side

offered him water – laced with herbs

he shook – he trembled – he cried

hung his head and wept – the painful truth laid naked

 

he killed the guardian did he not

my own father

the father of the guardian

as the sun rose early upon that midsummer morn

it lit the path before the boy

the guardian reborn

 

 

Anne Harrison 21.06.17

 

 

 

The Demure Hostage

First, an apology, troubles with my computer at work means I have been without access to WordPress for *far* too long… I have writers withdrawal…

 

Act 2 – Part 7

 

King Fendor circled around the demure child, seated silently. Kireina was just slightly younger than his own missing daughter yet appeared far smaller. She watched the fattening King with contempt, understanding perfectly her role as motivation, manipulation to force her Father and Brother to seek out and recover the lost Princess.

Fendor ceased his absent circling to stand over the girl, she was so unusual, with clear delicate skin, as white as a Lilly petal with caramel curls and honey coloured eyes. The King mused over the possibility that maybe Kireina, like her brother held some magical qualities. His gaze was making her feel increasingly uncomfortable, lecherous and intimidating.

The King had changed drastically throughout his thirteen years as Monarch, having ceased to train in any form of combat, the former General had become fat and lazy, gorging himself on fine dining and exotic wines. He had little or nothing to do with his wife, The Queen, since the birth of their son and heir, which secured his bloodline to the throne and in turn condemned her first born son and his children. His obsession was with the Dark Arts, foul demonic magic that he used to maintain fear over his people.

He oozed evil, a thick black aura of corruption emanated from his very soul causing Kireina to feel sick.

“I need to know!” He blurted out suddenly, causing her to near leap from her skin. With surprising swiftness for such a large man, Fendor darted forwards and snatched Kireina by her wrist, yanking her arm up sharply, painfully. He reached into the thick folds of the elaborate robes he wore and drew out a long thin bladed knife. Dark sparks of energy flashed up the length of the wicked blade, which appeared to be made of glass.

Kireina yelped as he jabbed the point into her wrist… “I need to know!” He muttered again, glaring at the child from under a hooded brow. He drew blood and sniffed at the wound, then licked her arm. She cringed as his rough tongue lapped at the running cut. A warm tingle grew in the pit of his tummy and the demons he had within him awoke, lured by the taste of blood. The tingle became static, cloaked shadows surrounded the King, drawn by the power they felt.

She tried to withdraw, her fear mounting as more evil allies emerged to surround them… Some ghost-like, some more tangible, some possessing the guise of rats or more twisted ghouls. It was her blood which they craved, fresh, virginal, magical…

A mere essence of her brothers qualities hidden in her soul, something her Father had picked up on when she was so very young and Kane had encouraged his daughter to learn from the hag, Hera. This training had stirred the magic laying dormant and Kireina started to show potential as a gifted Shaman.

However, this power was now exposed in the face of pure evil and King Fendor concluded that she was no mere demure hostage…

 

Anne Harrison 20.06.17

 

Taking Fate by the Horns

Act 2 – Part 6

 

A strong hand grabbed Sha tightly around his throat, hoisting the young lad off his feet and slamming him hard onto his back in the dust. Blasting air from his lungs, his head spun, dizzy and disorientated from the swift action. Blinking dust from his eyes just in time to see a fist aimed at his face, no time to react, unable to even turn his head for the vice like grip on his throat, stealing his breath. The fist slammed into his nose with a bright flash and  sickening crack. He tasted blood, pain shot through his head, he gasped for breath, struggling, panicking, anticipating a second blow. Sha turned his face aside shortly before a following punch landed heavily on his jaw. He bit his tongue, lip split.

He had to gather his senses, to swallow back his fear and the blinding pain. He knew he needed to remember his training, to recall the correct maneuver before he ran out of air in his lungs and got his head dashed in against the hard earth. The pace of the raining punches were slow, deliberate and forceful, Hi attacker really pulling his fist right back to put as much strength behind each blow that he could. This gave a short period between each punch, yet Sha was struggling now to remain conscious.

Blood filled his eyes, his mouth, his ears rang, muffling sound. His lungs burned… Yet somehow the boy raised his knees towards his chest and kicked upwards with the last fragment of his fading energy to force his attacker backwards kicking the bastard in his ribs, forcing him backwards… Stumbling… the grip on Sha’s neck was released and he gulped in air desperately and rolled out of the way, attempting to stand, fighting nausea, knowing that he had just mere moments before the vicious attack resumed.

His sight was blurred red and Sha saw the beast he opposed… A man… clad in Northern Clan garb, but his head, his head was that of a beast… The beast snorted, steam billowing from flattened wide nose. His boot dragged up the dirt, the beast lowered his head, a circle of vicious sharp horns crowned his forehead. Two longer, sharper, like curved scimitars aimed at Sha’s torso and it charged…

Sha fought the urge to flee, reached for his sword, the scabbard empty upon his hip, the beast narrowed the gap between them howling unnaturally. Sha freed the scabbard from his belt and swung the empty sheath at the creatures eyes by the narrow edge, putting as much strength as he could behind the blow, using the beasts own momentum to add power to the blow.

Cracking violently across the bridge of it’s nose, blinding the creature temporarily. It bellowed in rage, human hands reaching for it’s bull like head… Sha swung the scabbard again and again, aiming at the back of the knees, at its ribs. He wiped blood from his eyes, hammering blows to try and prevent the creature from rising again against him. His scabbard bent and broke apart… Yet the beast was on his knees!

Sha clambered clumsy onto the creatures shoulders, keeping his body behind the giant bull head, he reached round and took hold of the two largest horns to twist the head aside. Though he wasn’t sure of himself, his strength was fast fading and the Minotaur was regaining energy. He was huddled behind the giant head, gripping the horns, riding the thrashing wild monster with little thought of action. He wasn’t strong enough to twist the head, it took all his effort to cling on and he was starting to slip.

As he slipped Sha pulled the two horns apart and there was a slight give… The Minotaur howled… It hurt him… Sha wrenched harder, pulling the two main horns apart with all the strength he could muster. There was a splintering crack, but it wasn’t enough. The bull man bucked and struggled to reach the young lad tugging at its head, however it’s own actions aided Sha the horns gave a little more, as it shook it’s head the sharp bone cut into Sha’s hands, blood causing his grip to slick. He tumbled, fell backwards from the Minotaur’s shoulders.

Landing with a crumpled twist of limbs, his body afire with pain, energy fast leaving his body, darkness threatened to overwhelm his senses. Yet Sha had kept a firm grip on both horns and as he slipped and fell both horns were torn free from the bulls head.

The Minotaur crumpled to his knees gripping its head as blood gushed freely over its fur muzzle it gripped the bleeding stumps and tore its face in half with a fierce tearing of flesh and a desperate cry. Pulling the Bulls head free from his shoulders Kane gasped for breath, letting the torn flesh fall from his hands, running his hands over his face, through blood clotted hair. His human head free from the restraints of the bulls skull.

He turned to face his son, the lad trembled in fear and understanding.

“You killed him!” Sha uttered, spitting blood, backing away from his own Father… “You Killed him… You killed the Guardian!”

Kane lowered his head, ashamed … Yet Sha had already drifted into an exhausted unconsciousness…

 

Anne Harrison 13.06.17

 

Chasing the Minotaur

Act 2 – Part 5

 

When the Mirror Shatters
Then all Hope is Lost

A Fallen God – A Mortals Fight
A Lover’s Loss – A Demons Flight

All Fates are Intertwined

Old Enemies – New Friends
Will Fight Again – To What End

Life from Death
The Sacrifice to a Lost Cause

Snare the Dancing Temptress

The missing Piece of the Puzzle
Holds the Key
To an Uncertain Future

Beware Ignorant People
Beware Demons take Flight

Darkness will Fall upon Thee
When the Mirror Shatters

Leaving Eternal Plight

***

Seizon-sha hung on Hera’s every word, a child enthralled by the Hags tale. Sat crossed legged by the fire-pit in the clearing outside her cottage. Kane paced impatient with this waste of time, yet the handful of guards which accompanied the small party had took it upon themselves to camp down for the night.

Brynn, a constant guest at the cottage, shared mulled wine among the troops. Half listening to the myths and legends the Witch wove by firelight.  Seizon-sha asked for more stories, sitting closer to the old lady he adored.

“Have I ever told you about ‘Chasing the Minotaur’?” She lit her pipe and watched Kane’s reaction as he halted mid-step and turned to interrupt the conversation.

“No… Tell me more?” The child begged, chewing on a length of liquorice root.

***

Lady Vixen Hunter, stepped before Kane and placed her hand on his chest to halt him. “He’s old enough.”

Kane shook his head, “He’s far too young!”

Vixen could feel his heart, thudding wildly under her touch, Kane had been on the very edge of panic since they had left the city. Constantly licking his lips, subconsciously annoyed at a nervous sweat that beaded upon his top lip. Fretting for his daughter, Kireina, taken hostage, fretting for his son, burdened with an impossible task. As a loving father he was consumed with anxiety.

“You are going to be useless upon this quest if you do not get your act together!” Vixen whispered close to Kane’s ear, her words sharp and stern. She half smiled and reached for the front of his trousers. Pushing him backwards into the darkness of the trees beyond the campfire light. “You need to calm down!” Vixen purred, sinking slowly to her knees…

***

Sha hadn’t noticed their departure, hooked on Hera’s words…

“In days gone by there was always a tradition among potential warriors to ‘Chase the Minotaur’ this was a rite of passage that was performed upon their sixteenth year to prove their worth as loyal Guardians. Some of these fine men and women here would have had to have completed this task to become Royal Guards. Though it is not an essential requirement anymore, some of the older families like to respect this tradition. I believe your Father also went through this trial… Most fail, a few pass, just barely… Then there was one man who excelled… He was known as ‘The Guardian’ and he was a very dear friend of mine. He died.

There is a maze, deep within the mind and within this maze roams a Minotaur, this is the embodiment of your very own fear. I can not tell you how to succeed, for everyone must face their deepest fear alone, by themselves, for themselves, against themselves. Yet to succeed, to conquer the Minotaur, is to conquer fear, to emerge from your own mind free from the boundaries of fear, stronger, wiser a true Guardian of the magic that the Minotaur bestows upon you.

Would you be up for that challenge?”

Seizon-sha blinked rapidly, drinking in the fabled story. Eyes wide with wonder and a hint of fear, trying to grasp the idea of a monster living inside his head. The King had called him ‘the embodiment of The Guardian’ he hadn’t understood this at the time, he understood little other than he had been ordered to find a missing Princess, an impossible task for a child, who had no idea where to start.

He had hoped Hera would be able to guide him and this trial, the challenge to face his fear, to become a true Guardian might give him the inner strength to face this impossible task and give him insight to recover the lost Royal.

 

Hera was waiting for an answer…

Seizon-sha simply nodded…

 

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Anne Harrison 07.06.17