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WC - 835




Crack.

Her spear hit the practice log with great force as she glared at it with a look that could kill three times over. Some months ago a group of deserters had taken the seed of Elzira from her very bussom. Akeldama had been utterly disgusted with the news. It made her sick to her stomach to know that some of their own could stoop so low! Their mother tree was still young and yet they deemed it alright to take from her. If something were to happen to Elzira now they would have no precious seed to continue their line. It was something that worried her.

Clunk. Thud.

Her weapon moved again, this time pitting the wood with the sharp tip before being ripped out and shoved foreward again. Akel was more than frustrated. Now they had more news. The boat those deserters had gotten on was heading east to some strange land. One that had dwellers of its own. Water beings of some kind or another. Not that Akeldama cared. They weren’t Elarian. They weren’t superior.

A deep breath in, moving her shoulders up and her chest out, and she couldn’t help the lift of her lip to snarl as she exhaled. Akel was offended by these betrayers and their hairbrained idea that they could just grow another child gifting tree on some weird land. Especially as they had brought Elzira away from the mainland Alkidike to prevent her from being perverted with hybrids of all things. What did they plan to do in this new land? Make other Elaria? No. Akeldama thrust her weapon into the target once more, this time sending the sharp end into it by several inches and getting it stuck.

A frustrated sound left her. “Idiots!” She called out as she let go of her spear and moved away. Even without her holding it the things stayed aloft where it was lodged. Akel’s black stained fingers came up and ran through her hair, the short dreads moving a little to get out of her face. Another breath and she worked on calming herself. There was still no explanation of how the traitors got past the guardians or the matrons, which made her suspicious that maybe they had been let through. After all, the Elaria were still young and few in number even after all these years, so that meant that their extremist cousins were the ones doing the guarding.

She moved another few steps away, turned to look around at the mostly empty practice yard, then sighed. There wasn’t much she could do about it. Akel still needed to get stronger. Only with strength could she help protect their Mother Tree.

Hands leaving her hair and falling to her side she looked at the ground by her feet. She’d thought the hurt of it had passed after the initial discovery. Hope that the boat the traitors got on had sunk had soothed her. But now, as they figured out the destination, she realized it was still there. Her pure green eyes lifted up so that she could look in the direction of Elzira. No matter where she was she could always pin-point where her Mother Tree was. “I’m sorry, Elzira.. We failed to protect you properly and now your seed will be planted on unworthy lands.”

Lifting her head back up and turning toward her spear she stared at it for a bit longer. She had a choice to make soon. Once they learned where the seed was planted there would be a choice for everyone. Fight or protect. They could, and likely would, fight the traitors for what they’d done. Akeldama’s palms itched with the very idea of it. They deserved it after the sneaky crap they’d pulled. Or they could protect the new tree and whatever spawn it gifted. Another likely outcome. Even if the seed took on other grounds it would still be a product of Elzira and would be deserving of protection. Akel just wasn’t so sure she could be accepting of the children that came from it’s blooms. Even if it wouldn’t be their fault, they were not meant to exist.

“Mm..” She gave a thoughtful sound as she moved over to her spear. Akel passed by the majority of the shaft, getting closer to the target. When she was by the head of the spear she gripped the weapon just a few short inches below the crystal blade. From past experience she knew that she couldn’t just pull it free without leverage, so she leaned back and brought her foot up to push on the wood log as she pulled her weapon free. For a second it didn’t budge but when more force was applied it slid out of the fibers of the target and she turned away.

Inspecting the edge of the spear head she had a few thoughts that sped through her mind. After a blink she glanced back at the log she’d been abusing. “We need to learn more..”