So this is a part from chapter 2
This is part of chapter two. This is the chapter where (spoiler alert, if you want to wait for the story to come out and not spoil any of the big surprises look away now.)
This is the chapter where Twister stole my soul. It started as the short conversation she and Rex have at the first camp after Rex rescues Christina and her coming back later to visit him in his dream, for what as she calls it a pleasant night. Now she was in such a strange mood during this encounter showing up as Twister and not Huntress that I had to explain. First she talks to her father, Evil One, and he reminds her of many things that get her thinking. Then Son makes her angry and Raven seeing how unhappy she is tries to make it better. Now Raven is a special case. He is the oldest of the lessor gods and he has a good relationship with both Mother and Protector and they tell him things they would tell no one else. Also he is special because he is a soul with two bodies, one in our world, where he is Raven from the Pacific North West, and one in the other world, that body is the Raven body that regenerated, after the original Raven went through the gate of paradise. Now Raven dream walks from one to the other leaving one to sleep as he spends time in the other. Being a wise and tricky bird , he has figured out many things from the true partial truths he has been told. Nether of his friends have lied to him but they both told him the things that they know because neither Mother or Protector knows the entire truth. Raven,, knowing them both knows more than they do, especial after the death of the original Raven and his taking over the body, because on top of their perspectives, he also has his own. And lets be honest, he is also the voice of me. This is a part of Twisters dream quest her voyage of discovery with her oldest friend and honorary uncle Raven as her guide. This portion is a discussion of perspective and lying even when only truth crosses you lips. Also it is the origin story for the pre Raven Raven.
➽ start
As the population increased the pool of belief increased and people were not careful with the stories they told, Protector had to start hunting bogymen, deal with the evil fey. He thought about this and started the order of storytellers. Taught them the difference between a story that could be made up as long as the storyteller told the audience at the beginning and the end that they were not true and to use their imaginations but not to believe they where true and Tales that had to be true and usual taught a lesson. He taught them tales from his life but never the ones that would painted the creators in a bad light. Most importantly he taught them the warnings. Do not tell stories about unkillable monsters, creatures that prayed on children and most important all of creatures that destroyed souls. Protector furnished them with their cloak and their staff and set them wondering. Both the staff and the cloak contained his blood so they could use his magic. One of the storytellers had a raven, and it was a smart bird and full of tricks. The storyteller would tell tales about its tricks to amuse the children. As he told the stories the children's belief change the bird making it smarter and its tricks grew more elaborate repeat cycle smarter trickier, at last it grew smart enough to talk. Then it stole a gods eye and chanted the correct words for a spell. Now your father has the same sense of humor that you do Twister, what would you do if a talking bird asked you to caste a spell next to one of your pendents.”
Twister laughed and said “Cause the effect he asked for.”
Well so did your father and he cast the Ravens spell. The priest understood the words and told every that the Raven got what the asked for. The Raven dropped the gods eye and asked for another effect, which your father heard because he was now focused on the eye and the twenty or more around the necks of the audience. Protector did its request again. The priest being a simple good man and not one of your fathers dream lovers, believe the bird had done it on his own because he now held the gods eye in his hand and since Protector normally required personal contact for the for a prayer to work. He told the audience the bird had done magic on its own. Now he was known to be a truthful if not overly truthful man; therefore the audience believed him.
The storyteller having met Protector and knowing just how wicked his sense of humor is tired to put a stop to it. Then the bird said the victim's summoning prayer, “Fury help me I've been wronged.” and Fury jumped in at his request. The storyteller started to explain but Fury winked at him and he stayed quite.
Fury then whispered in the birds ear loudly enough that the entire crowd could hear, “Our master comes.” then disappeared. Then an old man appeared dressed in a hooded cloak carrying a staff. He threw a bag of witch silver at the storytellers feet allowing it to spill open the large coins clattering into his bowel. Now at this time there were no living witches so aluminum was a rare thing, though your father could walk up to any rock containing feldspar and pull it right out of it. “Thank you for taking care of my bird.” said your father just having payed a small fortune for it. The storyteller went along with it and replied,”Take your bird old wise one.”
Protector called down the bird which came to him settled on his shoulder and they walked away once they were out of the crowd but still were they could see he jumped a way.
The story soon spread of the magic raven and the god who had come and taken it away. The storytellers tale was told quite differently.
One day a Raven started talking. Said the correct words and a priest swore he saw magic.
Fury came when he spoke the correct summons.
The god came payed the me with witch silver and said “Thank you for taking care of my bird.”
And took the bird away with my agreement.
Ever statement in the tale was true but it did not tell the true story. Beware the being that always tells the truth because some times they are the biggest liars and even your truth tell ability will help them lie to you.
Now your father was having his joke and creating a friend and the story was told in this form for only a few moons only long enough for belief in Raven to spread and his form to stabilize. Once he was sure his new friend was safe the entire story was told the true, true version of event. It was used as a lesson, a major life lesson. That when someone told you something especially something important that you had to listen to what they said critically, listen to what they actual said not what you thought they said listen and pay attenuation to what they aren't telling. And it is a hard life lesson but and important one, because those who speak through language alone are telling partial truths to each other all the time. For each of us the meaning we actually attach to words is slightly different and our life experience is different and we are speaking a short hand using small bits of information to convey a big picture. It's like one of your drawings where by using the tinny drops of your blood on the white quartz you form a picture. In the picture there are only two meanings black or white but viewed from a distance they merge and give the illusion of all the shades of gray from white to black and because your drops are so very very small and placed so very very precisely they convey a picture that we all can agree on.” Then he looked from the self portrait of her smiling from Harts mantle and her standing there in the same white dress and said,”And still with all that fine detail I bet Harf thought until today that you'd given him a picture of Huntress during the new moon and not the lovely Twister who stands before us now. “
“No, I figured it long ago because she loves that little white dress and the tricks she can play with it. It took only one dream to understand, who looks out at me from the mantel, but as a child I always wondered why she gave my parents a picture of Huntress at her most deadly phase and not one of the gentile Bride.' He looked at her and smiled, “Then one night after I turned 17, she visited me in my dreams and the next morning I found her portrait and her pendent beside the bed and I've known ever since.”
Raven looked at Twister and said, “Gave you self away did you.”
She laughed again and so did her portraits, the tension in a room far away eased a little more and she said, “Old bird you were talking about painting pictures and ideas.”
Raven cawed in laughter, “Wicked I say. Yes where was I now. As you can see if perception and experience can alter the meaning of something as simple as your little portrait, how will it alter the meaning of the pictures we paint for each other with a few broad strokes in paints that don't have the exact same colors in our minds, my pale green is your light blue. So the person you are talking only gets a close approximation of your true meaning, and if someone does use this to their advantage telling the truth but withholding important facts and shading the meaning of the words they do use, it can be devastatingly effective. What is that statement you say, when you are feeling particularly twisty, about lying. For a devious soul devouring demon you are such an honest thing.”
She and her portrait grinned, “I always tell the truth it's much more effective.”
“Yes that's the one, the warning you always give them, that your words will always be true but the meaning they get from them can be a bald faced lie.” Stated Raven.
Twister grimaced and looked Harf, “Not in front of the mortal.”
Raven cawed in laughter,”Him, he knows, you know what Caesars say to a child who tries to twist their way around the truth to get out of trouble. “I see you've been taking lessons from Twister again.” that's what. You been in their lives to long they’re on to your tricks kiddo.”
She scowled at him and said, “And thanks to you tonight he knows a lot more. If I didn't love him so much I'd kill him and feed his soul to my mother to keep the secrets from getting out.”
Both Raven and Harf laughed and said together, “Wicked I say.”
Copy Right Roy Butler, 3/29/17
Chapter 2 Twisters Tale (Huntress is just a figment of her imagination).
This is part of chapter two. This is the chapter where (spoiler alert, if you want to wait for the story to come out and not spoil any of the big surprises look away now.)
This is the chapter where Twister stole my soul. It started as the short conversation she and Rex have at the first camp after Rex rescues Christina and her coming back later to visit him in his dream, for what as she calls it a pleasant night. Now she was in such a strange mood during this encounter showing up as Twister and not Huntress that I had to explain. First she talks to her father, Evil One, and he reminds her of many things that get her thinking. Then Son makes her angry and Raven seeing how unhappy she is tries to make it better. Now Raven is a special case. He is the oldest of the lessor gods and he has a good relationship with both Mother and Protector and they tell him things they would tell no one else. Also he is special because he is a soul with two bodies, one in our world, where he is Raven from the Pacific North West, and one in the other world, that body is the Raven body that regenerated, after the original Raven went through the gate of paradise. Now Raven dream walks from one to the other leaving one to sleep as he spends time in the other. Being a wise and tricky bird , he has figured out many things from the true partial truths he has been told. Nether of his friends have lied to him but they both told him the things that they know because neither Mother or Protector knows the entire truth. Raven,, knowing them both knows more than they do, especial after the death of the original Raven and his taking over the body, because on top of their perspectives, he also has his own. And lets be honest, he is also the voice of me. This is a part of Twisters dream quest her voyage of discovery with her oldest friend and honorary uncle Raven as her guide. This portion is a discussion of perspective and lying even when only truth crosses you lips. Also it is the origin story for the pre Raven Raven.
➽ start
As the population increased the pool of belief increased and people were not careful with the stories they told, Protector had to start hunting bogymen, deal with the evil fey. He thought about this and started the order of storytellers. Taught them the difference between a story that could be made up as long as the storyteller told the audience at the beginning and the end that they were not true and to use their imaginations but not to believe they where true and Tales that had to be true and usual taught a lesson. He taught them tales from his life but never the ones that would painted the creators in a bad light. Most importantly he taught them the warnings. Do not tell stories about unkillable monsters, creatures that prayed on children and most important all of creatures that destroyed souls. Protector furnished them with their cloak and their staff and set them wondering. Both the staff and the cloak contained his blood so they could use his magic. One of the storytellers had a raven, and it was a smart bird and full of tricks. The storyteller would tell tales about its tricks to amuse the children. As he told the stories the children's belief change the bird making it smarter and its tricks grew more elaborate repeat cycle smarter trickier, at last it grew smart enough to talk. Then it stole a gods eye and chanted the correct words for a spell. Now your father has the same sense of humor that you do Twister, what would you do if a talking bird asked you to caste a spell next to one of your pendents.”
Twister laughed and said “Cause the effect he asked for.”
Well so did your father and he cast the Ravens spell. The priest understood the words and told every that the Raven got what the asked for. The Raven dropped the gods eye and asked for another effect, which your father heard because he was now focused on the eye and the twenty or more around the necks of the audience. Protector did its request again. The priest being a simple good man and not one of your fathers dream lovers, believe the bird had done it on his own because he now held the gods eye in his hand and since Protector normally required personal contact for the for a prayer to work. He told the audience the bird had done magic on its own. Now he was known to be a truthful if not overly truthful man; therefore the audience believed him.
The storyteller having met Protector and knowing just how wicked his sense of humor is tired to put a stop to it. Then the bird said the victim's summoning prayer, “Fury help me I've been wronged.” and Fury jumped in at his request. The storyteller started to explain but Fury winked at him and he stayed quite.
Fury then whispered in the birds ear loudly enough that the entire crowd could hear, “Our master comes.” then disappeared. Then an old man appeared dressed in a hooded cloak carrying a staff. He threw a bag of witch silver at the storytellers feet allowing it to spill open the large coins clattering into his bowel. Now at this time there were no living witches so aluminum was a rare thing, though your father could walk up to any rock containing feldspar and pull it right out of it. “Thank you for taking care of my bird.” said your father just having payed a small fortune for it. The storyteller went along with it and replied,”Take your bird old wise one.”
Protector called down the bird which came to him settled on his shoulder and they walked away once they were out of the crowd but still were they could see he jumped a way.
The story soon spread of the magic raven and the god who had come and taken it away. The storytellers tale was told quite differently.
One day a Raven started talking. Said the correct words and a priest swore he saw magic.
Fury came when he spoke the correct summons.
The god came payed the me with witch silver and said “Thank you for taking care of my bird.”
And took the bird away with my agreement.
Ever statement in the tale was true but it did not tell the true story. Beware the being that always tells the truth because some times they are the biggest liars and even your truth tell ability will help them lie to you.
Now your father was having his joke and creating a friend and the story was told in this form for only a few moons only long enough for belief in Raven to spread and his form to stabilize. Once he was sure his new friend was safe the entire story was told the true, true version of event. It was used as a lesson, a major life lesson. That when someone told you something especially something important that you had to listen to what they said critically, listen to what they actual said not what you thought they said listen and pay attenuation to what they aren't telling. And it is a hard life lesson but and important one, because those who speak through language alone are telling partial truths to each other all the time. For each of us the meaning we actually attach to words is slightly different and our life experience is different and we are speaking a short hand using small bits of information to convey a big picture. It's like one of your drawings where by using the tinny drops of your blood on the white quartz you form a picture. In the picture there are only two meanings black or white but viewed from a distance they merge and give the illusion of all the shades of gray from white to black and because your drops are so very very small and placed so very very precisely they convey a picture that we all can agree on.” Then he looked from the self portrait of her smiling from Harts mantle and her standing there in the same white dress and said,”And still with all that fine detail I bet Harf thought until today that you'd given him a picture of Huntress during the new moon and not the lovely Twister who stands before us now. “
“No, I figured it long ago because she loves that little white dress and the tricks she can play with it. It took only one dream to understand, who looks out at me from the mantel, but as a child I always wondered why she gave my parents a picture of Huntress at her most deadly phase and not one of the gentile Bride.' He looked at her and smiled, “Then one night after I turned 17, she visited me in my dreams and the next morning I found her portrait and her pendent beside the bed and I've known ever since.”
Raven looked at Twister and said, “Gave you self away did you.”
She just stuck her tongue out at him and so did her
portrait and her picture on Harfs cloak. Raven wondered if this was
only happening in the dream or was it happening in the real world
also. Since she had placed all of the portraits appearance on the
same subconscious routine in her mind and she was feeling
particularly wicked today all of her portraits stuck out their
tongues even the one that hung beside the door to the kitchen in
Marius villa. Marius was setting, looking at it, worried about her
and Raven and listening to The Son honestly telling what he and his
parents had done to Twister and her father growing angrier as the Son
droned on and on and the list of crimes grew longer and longer, then
the portrait stuck out its tongue and laughed. Marius relaxed with as
sigh of relief as he felt some off the tension flow out of him when
he saw this sign of her wicked sense of humor. Raven must be doing
some good if she was playing with her portraits. He wondered if she
truly forgot that they were on the same control or if Twist was being
Twist and joking with them all, having been flashed by it many times
in the past. “The Twist picture just stuck its tongue out at me,”
he sent to the other angry gods at the table. Much of the tension
went out of the room, and The Son wondered why all of the others had
turned to watch Huntress portrait.
Raven cocked his head at her and said, “Wicked wicked child.”
being one of the few beings that could call her child in truth.She laughed again and so did her portraits, the tension in a room far away eased a little more and she said, “Old bird you were talking about painting pictures and ideas.”
Raven cawed in laughter, “Wicked I say. Yes where was I now. As you can see if perception and experience can alter the meaning of something as simple as your little portrait, how will it alter the meaning of the pictures we paint for each other with a few broad strokes in paints that don't have the exact same colors in our minds, my pale green is your light blue. So the person you are talking only gets a close approximation of your true meaning, and if someone does use this to their advantage telling the truth but withholding important facts and shading the meaning of the words they do use, it can be devastatingly effective. What is that statement you say, when you are feeling particularly twisty, about lying. For a devious soul devouring demon you are such an honest thing.”
She and her portrait grinned, “I always tell the truth it's much more effective.”
“Yes that's the one, the warning you always give them, that your words will always be true but the meaning they get from them can be a bald faced lie.” Stated Raven.
Twister grimaced and looked Harf, “Not in front of the mortal.”
Raven cawed in laughter,”Him, he knows, you know what Caesars say to a child who tries to twist their way around the truth to get out of trouble. “I see you've been taking lessons from Twister again.” that's what. You been in their lives to long they’re on to your tricks kiddo.”
She scowled at him and said, “And thanks to you tonight he knows a lot more. If I didn't love him so much I'd kill him and feed his soul to my mother to keep the secrets from getting out.”
Both Raven and Harf laughed and said together, “Wicked I say.”
Copy Right Roy Butler, 3/29/17
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