The Weavers' Blessing by Beth Wangler

Author:Beth Wangler [Wangler, Beth]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781986918046
Published: 2018-04-07T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 13

T here were two young men in front of her, calling her name, telling her to stay with them. She knew them, knew their names. No, she could not remember their names. She only knew one of them, the one with a deeper voice and a shadow of a beard on his face.

But no, they were changing. They were big, screeching birds, pecking at her arms. Yelling, she slapped, trying to drive them away.

They weren’t as important as the thing behind them. She thought it was a giant mushroom, then it turned into an umbrella, then a tent, then a tiny castle. This had to be witchcraft. She had to burn it. “Witchy gnarled, bent, and brown, burn it, burn it, burn it down,” she chanted the children’s song.

There were purple leeches on her. She scratched and scratched, but they would not come off. Then they were bug bites that itched terribly.

She could not move. She was trapped. At first she tried to fight, but then she decided she was in a prison cell. The evil king must have gotten her. She was going to die. She sat down and sobbed and sobbed.

Her tears made an ocean. She forgot how to swim. She flailed, trying to keep her head above the water. Seaweed wrapped around her legs, pulling her down onto the dinner plate of ugly sharks waiting with open mouths. She grabbed her knife and slashed the seaweed, but it turned into metal chains and made sparks. She liked sparks. She wanted to make fire. It was so pretty.

There was something–someone–she needed to remember.

But bats were flapping about her head. She screamed and tried to fend them off. They turned into raindrops that burned her skin. She hugged herself, shook her head, and cried.

She kept hearing someone say, “Elaine.” What did it mean? What language was it?

Did languages exist? No, nothing existed but the blackness. She couldn’t see anything. She was blind and alone. Giant moths would wrap her in a cocoon and feed her to their babies. She broke free and started running with all her might. Then there was a blinding light. She threw up her hands and sat straight down. But the ground started sucking her down. She tried to roll free, but it wasn’t working well.

Brandon. She had to remember Brandon and Clachan. Why? What were they? Why wouldn’t the buzzing stop so she could think?

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