Topic: Back Against the Wall

[Tehya]

Our illustrious Ehlanna has suggested the topic for this week. Back Against the Wall

Have fun with it, I am anxious to see what everyone comes up with. Creative Challenges is open for everyone to join in.

All forms of art may be entered, Art, Poems, Stories, and Photography.

[Stormbringer]

Walls are so useful aren't they!

[Ehlanna]

My go at this ...

[Fariday]

Haven't we already done this topic?

[Tehya]

Not sure Fariday; not since I have been setting the topics, but does it matter? Its always fun to do again if so, but I wasn't aware of one before.

Well done SB and Ehl I have a story in mind coming soon.

[Augustus]

Always fun to read these thread! I should start adding to them again... Good work sb and ehl

[Tehya]

After the meeting at the House of Fire watching L`aquera help the masses with food and warmth she mulled over the words spoken between the people there. At first with the threats of Sorgram’s life she found it much like a witch hunt, but then Byrn brought forth her explanations and philosophies of the gods, it was hard to argue and Tehya had her own god, who she knew tested his people, or so she believed.

To Tehya Sorgram was not guilty of the results of the masses, he was a prophet in her eyes a man with more belief than a collection of people together and she went to represent him when the anger of the people was directed to him, instead of where it should be.

Meadow had went with her, and she made sure she was brought back safely right before they sealed the doors, but Tehya rode off into that dark night to seek her god. Tehya had paid her offering to Ulverca, she knew he existed since she seen him before her at their bonding. She spoke face to face to him, and respected her mate’s beliefs.

Tehya always had to analyze why things happened, how people behaved, what made the world tick. Vicktor’s eyes were cold and calculating when he said he would kill Sorgram, but there was almost something fantastical about that comment, Sorgram didn’t blacken the skies or steal the fire away did he? He was no more than a prophet spreading a warning and now here it was happening.

As much as L`aquera’s ego and disrespect of Tehya’s intelligence irritated her, and her condescending tone when speaking to her, she always believed she was a great force that worked for the Empire and worked hard for the people. The people of the Empire seeking help was left to the House of Fire now, darkened skies beckoned Tehya to the palace to seek –her- god. She stopped outside the palace doors and looked up, did she really have to see her god to pray to him, probably not, but it was also a place she lived. The mirror, yes she needed to get to the mirror and her magical quill and up the stairs she went.

Inside the room; she stripped off the heavy clothes she wore to stay warm and the chill that seeped into her body showed her there was no warmth here either. In all her calculations of why her god was a god, Stormbringer might just sit back and watch this with his calculating blue eyes. That’s what Tehya believed… she believed her god would watch, just like he did with Ishtar, before he carried her off to who knows where. That temple scene still played in her mind and she uncovered the mirror and looked into it, not seeing her reflection but scenes from the House of Fire’s meeting.

Then there was Augustus, and her promise to him which made Tehya sigh, such a matter would be included in her prayers. But her god Stormbringer knew of her secret plights, and she was sure that she shouldn’t have to retrospect a plea for advice, she would pass along the information she collected of rebels against the Empire in numerical code if need be to Stormbringer.

It was a new thing to pray for the doubting bard, but didn’t Byrn light that very fire under the Sylvan that evening. She was told not to doubt, and she was such a doubter at times. Kneeling in her room before the very mirror he gave her nude...sincere words left the Sylvan’s lips. No one was there to witness the prayer, but some of what came from Tehya’s prayer asked her god, who she thought could control Ishtar herself ...to calm the gods and return the fire to the people. She also said a prayer to Ulverca even though he was Sorgram’s god.

“Please do not let Sorgram suffer anymore, he is one of your most faithful prophets.”

The shake of bare flesh in the cold night, was an awakening to the doubting Thomas Tehya, but with Byrn’s words of warning she knew this wasn’t over. The other gods were going to react, or so Tehya believed.

She dressed, and it was time to return to her mate’s side, and yet the scene from the dragon slaying in the forest went through her mind again, and the very exasperated bard leaned against her bedroom wall and yelled.

“Gaea you bitch if you ARE a goddess protect the forest and our plant life.”

She couldn’t step away from the wall pinned there by her own anger, and shaking with fury as that scene of the masses hacking the dragon’s hyde away for trophies played through her mind.

Why do gods let such things happen?