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Another Unwanted Visitor, Part 3

Posted on Mon Aug 21st, 2017 @ 3:50pm by Freshman Bethany Davies & Category IV Dyami Bentley (Tribal: Bent Leaf)

Mission: Everyday
Location: Talon’s Lair - Location Unknown
Timeline: The Year of the Apocalypse - 22 January 2012

“Once they were thought of as the beings that brought us here to save us from the destruction of our old world, but now most people think of them as aliens. To be honest with you even I do not know exactly what they are and I have spoken with them many times.” Dyami lead Beth to another area of the cavern. “This is the spot where the first Shaman was created, from a normal man, by the Sky Brothers.” he said pointing to a large flat altar shaped rock. “And this here is the place that I can most call home,” Pointing to a large circular rock leaned against a wall.

The Shaman placed a hand on the rock and muttered a few words, the rock slid to the side with a silent, smooth motion. Inside she could see what looked to be a home. A foyer led to a large living room with a vaulted ceiling that was covered in small iridescent crystals, each glowing with an inner light, enough to light the room quite well. Showing the young lady in he said. “Please come in and make yourself at home. Would you like some lemonade?“

Bethany followed the shaman slowly, tentatively stepping into the large cave. She marveled at the crystals glowing in the ceiling, at the old, handcrafted furnishings. There were decorative clay vases, decorated animal skulls, and other various treasures displayed on the shelves and walls. “Umm.. sure...” she said distractedly, as she inspected a pair of old obsidian blades, and a set of what looked to be hand carved arrowheads of the same material, that were arranged neatly on stand that was sitting on a low table.

“I used to make things for my cave to make it more like a home, too,” Bethany said softly, a small smile on her face. “I loved my mama very much, but I hated being at home. I ran to my cave as often as I could escape the compound.”

The Shaman retrieved a pair of glasses from a cabinet in the kitchen and filled them with ice. Beth could hear the hum of the icemaker and the sound of a refrigerator door being opened and shut. Dyami returned shortly with the lemonade and presented her with a glass. “Here you go young one. You may take a seat or continue to explore as you see fit.” The Indian man took a seat in a well worn old chair. “You and I have a lot in common, we both like our personal space, we are more in touch with nature than most, and we are both mutants, like it or not, just to name a few.”

The tactical teen eyed the glass for a moment before taking it, a curious brow raising once again. “Ice? A refrigerator?” she asked, giving the man a dubious look. “You have electricity here? I don’t hear a generator or anything.” The young woman sat down on a small couch that looked like it was positively ancient, almost bracing herself to fall through it. She was surprised when the old leather furniture turned out to be rather comfortable and sturdy. Still she sat forward, the lemonade held in both hands.

“Nature is what it is. You know what to expect, in that it’s chaotic. You know that a predator will hunt you if it’s large enough, sometimes even if it simply feels that you’re a threat.” Bethany sighed, sipping briefly at the drink in her hands before continuing, “People hide things from you. They lie to you, they manipulate you. Their cruelties are more shocking, because you don’t want to believe that someone else would treat another human being that way. I learned a long time ago that a wild animal is more trustworthy than most people are.”

“What most people, yourself included apparently, do not want to accept is that Humans are animals. If you think about it most Humans act in selfish ways or for the gain of their tribe, or family, or pack. You can trust animals to act the way they do because you know how they will react, they are simple when compared to Humans. Your biggest problem is that you have not had the time to learn how to deal with Humans. You are still very young and with age and experience comes the wisdom and knowledge of how to read people as easily as you can read an animal now.” Dyami took a sip of his lemonade and waited for the young brawler to absorb what he was trying to relay.

“That may be true, but I don’t know of many animals that simply enjoy torturing their own. I don’t know if I really want to deal with humans anymore,” Bethany said, then sighed heavily. “I’d rather just go back to the desert and leave humanity and their cities behind. I’ve learned that pain is the only thing that comes from dealing with people. It’s been that way my entire life.”

“I went through a time like that in my life,” The Shaman said, his eyes staring off into the distance, “I lived for two years with no contact with any people at all. It was part of my Shamanic training. It was a time for me to get to know nature and find out who I was. Perhaps you do need to have some time away from all these people, in a place with far fewer to acclimate yourself to dealing with the unwashed masses.”

Dyami changed the subject trying to keep the young girl from thinking about her life right now, “Are you hungry young one, or would you rather just hang out for a while and give yourself a chance to relax?”

Bethany shrugged. “I haven’t really had much of an appetite lately. Just too much going on. Besides, when they killed my powers they cranked up the light and kind of force fed me.” The girl looked over at Dyami and she scrutinized him for a moment. “I’m still not particularly happy with the fact that you did what you did to save me. I was fine with dying, I had prepared for it. I’ve lost everything that’s important to me. I have nothing left worth fighting for.” She looked away, her eyes falling to the glass in her hands. “I could have been with my mama again. She was the only person that ever really loved me.”

“Ah to be your age and believe in such absolutes. There are varying degrees of love Beth, surely no one will ever love you like your mother. But there are other kinds of love, love for a pet, love for a friend, love for a romantic interest, even love for a song or a piece of land. What I am trying to say is that you have more people that love you than you could imagine. Jon, Syn, myself, I am sure that there are a few boys back at the tower that love you in their own way. You have a way of growing on people, and even if you do try to push us away, we still care for you. And we have risked our lives to save yours a few times now. Do you not think we have sound judgement? If you can not trust the judgement of a dragon that was born in the eighth century or a one hundred and eighty year old Shaman, who can you trust.” Dyami laughed and got up to refill the drinks.

“I really don’t think that you understand. You bound me to the only man that I’ve ever been able to trust enough to love. A man that does not feel the same way about me,” Bethany said. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “Sure, he cares about me, but it’s not the same. Now I have this unbreakable bond with him and it’s eating me alive. I already felt his pain, I already cared for him more than I should have. Now it’s all worse. He’s going to move on with his life and I have no direction, no purpose. I’ve spent my entire life being tortured by men, and now I don’t know what I’m supposed to do without one.”

Dyami returned from the kitchen with fresh drinks and a chocolate cake, “I know you may have heard this before but the Great Spirit has a way of working things out. I am sure that Jon will come around in time. Remember when I first asked you and Jon to join the underground? I made it very clear that I wanted both of you. I did that because I believe that the Great Spirit has a design for both you and Jon,” The Indian said as he laid out a setting for two and served the cake. “I know you said you do not have much of an appetite but you do not need one for cake. I made this myself, all natural and not as sweet as the white man likes it.”

“I doubt that he’s going to want to join up with the Underground now. Not with Cece in the picture.” The green-eyed brawler looked at the cake, then at Dyami. She shrugged and said, “I can always give it a try. Everything in this world seems too sweet. I don’t get it. I can’t even drink the sweet tea that places serve. And I’m as white as you can get.” She tried a bite of the cake and smiled a bit. “I actually like that.”

After a moment of silently, slowly, picking at the cake, Bethany said, “Look. I appreciate what you’re trying to do. I’ve just been miserable since I left the desert. Jon made it worth trying. I’ve never wanted anything other than to see him happy, even though I knew that I would be miserable because of it. I took that blow for Cece because I knew that it would kill him if she had died. And, if I’m really honest with myself, if I had died out there, I wouldn’t have to deal with the pain of losing him anymore. I just want to not feel anything anymore. It hurts too much.”

The Indian Shaman nodded his understanding and said, “If you do not feel the bad things then you will not know the good things when the come around. There is nothing set in stone in this world, that is the way it was created. What is true today could be the opposite tomorrow.” Dyami ate more of his cake and said, “All I can say to you is that your life has purpose, you may not know what it is right now, but you will find your way.”

TBC

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