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(Earth) Chasing Shadows

What: Searching for Whatever Maleficent's People Are Up To
Who: Mabry, Medrau, Others
When: May 6, 2011
Where: Earth, Oregon, Gummi-Ship, Wherever the Trail Takes Us

Mabry hesitantly landed the borrowed gummi-ship at the agreed upon coordinates. She was still only an indifferent pilot, but necessity had forced her to it. She felt lonely. She had left Ashlyn at home, and while it wasn't the first time, it wasn't yet something that seemed routine. Just last week, they had celebrated Ashlyn's second birthday with cake, ice cream, presents, and her first pair of "big girl panties." Leaving her just now was especially difficult. And then there was Songbird. Mabry had just as strong an inclination to go to Twilight Town to be there for her younger sister.

But this had to come first. There was no avoiding it. So she flashed the gummi-ship's lights and settled herself to wait for Medrau.

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"Because who carves pillars in front of a cave that isn't a temple? Unless it's an unfinished temple, which makes it even more interesting."
Impatiently she stopped to let Mabry catch up, and then lowered her voice to a whisper. "Look, there's probably nothing here. My imagination's tricked me before, so if that's the case, we can be quick and then move on. But this place is strange. We shouldn't just pass it by."

Mabry slowed her pace slightly and drew a few deep breaths. "Your imagination didn't lead us to nothing, so that's some indication. We should at least take a look. It's just that this whole thing seems so odd. I wonder if you strange feelings are something leading us here by magic. Maybe into a trap."

"Yeah, that would be why I'm talking quietly now and not charging head-first into it. Do you want to turn back?"

"No, Mabry said firmly. "I'm just . . . not to be cliche, but I have a bad feeling about this." She took a sip of water, then offered the bottle to Medrau. "Anyway, let's get going again. Who know what we'll find."

Medrau took a gulp from the bottle and handed it back, then fell silent and skirted off to the side and did her best to circle towards the temple in a way that would keep her out of sight from anyone inside... hopefully. No sound came from the temple, though. No echo of footfall, breath or voice.

Mabry followed, trying to imitate Medrau's quiet steps, but somehow, she inevitably stepped on every fallen twig that was vaguely in her way.

The front chamber of the temple was empty when they reached it, low-ceilinged but wide. Pillars in rows continued from front to back, and carvings of ancient deities lined the walls.

Medrau crept further inside, still holding her knife. "I think..." she murmured, "..is that another doorway to the side there? These things are built into cave systems..."

Mabry looked around staring at the various carvings. "Wow . . . look, there's Parvati and Sarasvati and Rama and Shiva," she pointed to each in turn. "And Kali," she added pointing to the statue nearest the side opening that Medrau indicated. "Yes, I think you're right. Let's take a look."

"History portrays India's gods as pretty bloodthirsty gods. You think they were really like that? I mean, the local interpretations of them. The way they were worshiped back then..." she stopped rambling and stepped forward to peek into the shadowy passage, then slowly continued on.

Mabry stared at the statue. "I think all gods have a dark side, as well as a bright one. India's gods are no different than the Greek or Norse in that respect. Or the Hebrew God for that matter. Ancient religion was all about blood . . . well, blood and sex. Those are what is primal. Life, death, rebirth." Her voice remained thoughtful, as she approached the passageway. "It's really just a matter of whether you balance your religion more towards one or the other and how much metaphor you cloak it in."

"Good answer."

The passage wasn't long, but its narrowness and twisting course made it feel that way. It wasn't carved like the front of the temple. The walls were rough and raw, cramping so close together in places that it took some squeezing to get through. Faint light reflected down from cracks in the roof of the cavern.

Medrau didn't say another word until they reached the end. No one hid in the cavern. It ended abruptly in a small, circular chamber, against the back wall of which was a roughly hewn pedestal.

"Well..." she commented, edging closer to the object that was held there. "It's certainly not nothing."

"What is that? It feels . . . bad." Mabry asked in puzzlement. "I don't see any signs of whoever Maleficent sent either. Are you sure this is the place?" She took a step closer to the center of the room and the pedestal.

"It does, doesn't it?" Medrau mumbled in response to Mab's first question. She turned her back on the pedestal and faced Mabry, brow furrowed. "Doesn't it seem right, though? I mean, could we really have stumbled upon some big mystery that doesn't have anything to do with what we're searching for? Unless it is a trap, like you said..." Her gaze shifted to stare over Mabry's shoulder nervously.

Mabry glanced back over her shoulder and faced the passageway out. "No, there's no one there. It's just us. And whatever that thing is."

"You're right." Medrau's hand fell heavily on Mabry's shoulder, and within a split-second her knife's blade rested cold along the healer's throat.

"Us and the end of the world. Just like old times..." She moved suddenly, bringing the knife down to drive it into Mabry's chest.
She aimed for a lung.
The injury wouldn't kill immediately, but it would cause enough pain and difficulty breathing to prevent the use of any inconvenient magic. She would have preferred a nice, dramatic speech, but it would have been rather embarrassing to end up under a Stop spell half-way through. The gloating would just have to wait, she supposed.

Letting Mabry fall, she stepped back and snatched up the black stone which had waited in the temple for so very long. Her mistress would be proud.

Mabry stared up at the other girl in shock. She tried to speak, but her lungs were already filling with blood. She was dying, she realized. And without help, she was going to die. The focus to cast spells was beyond her.

"Why?" her blood-spattered lungs mouthed.

She stared at the stone in Medrau's hands, but her thoughts were of her husband, of Ashlyn, of Song. There was still so much she wanted to do. She did not want to die like this.

Medrau's smile was cold, and her eyes empty. Messy dark hair framed her face like a hood... there was something familiar there.
But she was nothing like the cheerful, slightly mad girl who had plowed ahead to unravel the mystery of the temple.

"Fun, mostly... I wish I had more time to chat, really I do, but I don't actually want you to die just yet... Mistress might not like it, but I did warn her I was bad with secrets. Ah well..."

Swiftly she stepped past the fallen Refugee, turning in the doorway to face her.

Then she changed.

Mabry was choking and her vision somewhat clouded. Nothing had ever hurt this much before, not even labor, which really had not been all that bad. What did Medrau mean that she didn't want her to die?

She stood in the doorway, wide-eyed and blind. A few last strands of raven hair slowly faded back to golden-brown, like a sunrise shrouded by a filthy sky.
Her hair was not the only difference. Her face had changed, though only just enough. Robin had always been mistaken for younger than she was. Medrau's claim of being twenty instead of twenty-four was only natural.

The rest had been more difficult - the acts, inventing a personality that was as far from Song's as she could manage. Trying so hard to disguise her manner of speech. Carelessness, shortness... She'd played a fool as well as an innocent. If anyone had caught on, it was too late now.

Tinuviel had what she wanted.

But Song awoke with barely a fraction of this knowledge. She remembered attacking her sister - the knife was still clutched in her hand. She remembered blacking out again before that, just after she'd convinced Seph to leave. She wasn't sure, but it felt like days ago...
And she remembered the phone in her pocket, though she seemed not even to notice the mysterious stone which had been slipped into the other. All of her mind, still foggy, was set on making the call for help. She didn't know, but it was Tinuvial - Medrau - who drove her to that just as she'd influenced so many other decisions.

The settings were already changed to audio post. She spoke shakily, "help. I need help. In India... Earth. Track the ship. We're in a cave. It's Mabry..."

The call made, she fell to her knees beside her sister, trying almost robotically to stop the bleeding.

Mabry's eyes were wide as she stared at her sister. "You . . ." There was almost no sound to the word.

Her fingers were numb, but she tried to clutch at her sister.

Clinging to consciousness was difficult, for while she had tried to hide it, she had not been well for some time. Mabry did not brag when she claimed to be the second most powerful healer known to the refugees, and the recent return of illness had struck her harder than she had shown. It was ironic that her inability to breathe kept her from healing an injury that on another she could have mended with only a few whispered words.

Sluggishly, still dazed by Medrau's control, Song remembered her own spells. Earth's dampening effect really was an issue, but at least she'd taken the time to learn Cura. She cast the spell over and over again, still too stunned to shed tears or raise her voice.
She did not share the same illness as her sister. With Medrau so active, there was more darkness in her than not. Her black-outs and weariness had been the shadow's doing, and now, for whatever reason, the shadow made her strong.

Mabry felt her pain lessening slightly. She felt horribly weak, and every breath was an effort, but it was . . . not getting worse.

She tried again to speak to say her sister's name, but no sound came out, only a spattering of blood on her lips.

Her own breath labored and the spells soon petered out. Her vision kept blurring and fading as it had before her previous blackouts, and she wasn't aware when Medrau reclaimed enough control to open a tiny portal and pass the treasure through - a first-class delivery for her mistress. Mission complete.
Now came the most fun part.
The shadow retreated, this time completely, and the weight of what had happened was left to sink in.

"Mab... Mabry?"

Mabry looked up at the young woman. She tried to smile. Whatever had just happened with the woman whose place Song had taken, she suspected that her sister had just saved her life. And Song was pregnant and therefore fragile.

Put on a brave front, she told herself.

She tried speaking again, and a faint whisper of sound finally came out. "Song?"

Instead of responding, Song tried to cast the spell again, but apparently she'd used up all her mana, as it were.

Her face grew hot and her throat constricted when the magic wouldn't come.

"I'm sorry." The words were strangled and breathless, as if she'd been the one stabbed.

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