To Solidify the Mist: Cp28

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To Solidify the Mist
Chapter Twenty-Eight

I awoke to some laughter, and rose to see a soldier doing a dance with Nerframe. It seemed that she was having trouble with the female steps, but there was a smile on her face as she worked with the men to learn them. As we began our day, Nerframe displayed a very positive attitude about being a lady, although some laughter did sound as she had learned other behaviors that were different for a female.

Mochsha helped ease some tension that resulted from another odd complexity in Nerframe’s behavior. She would obey certain commands, but would not act as a servant. Serving food, packing the camp, Nerframe would not do any of it, although would do other things requested of her. Mochsha never really was able to determine any rules about Nerframe’s behavior, but calmly dealt with each situation to resolve any tension.

She traveled today with Mochsha without any indication of being troubled to be identified as one of the ladies in the party. Nerframe did continue to wolf down every morsel given to her as food. Mochsha shook her head and made motions with her hands to silence any laughter when Nerframe admitted she would not eat any bones unless they would easily crunch in her mouth. While we came to accept her as one of our ladies, she was still something peculiar.

We felt a storm coming as we advanced, but did our best to maintain the march. It helped that the land became barren. The soldiers felt that we could reach the coast, then hopefully get our business done. While the storm looked like it would stay out on the water, the power of the waves coming to shore disturbed us as much as any strong rain would have.

Orintious said, “It’s your call, Mochsha. As long as you keep on, I’m with you.”

The glow from my sister turned a blue almost as clear as white as she grabbed his hand. “I’m taking you up on that, Orintious.”

He picked her up, then declared, “I will not lose you. I will not just be with you, but holding onto you.”

I stepped up with Heratin. Feeling our hands on him, Orintious turned. The sound of distant thunder seemed to enhance his voice even as the glow of Mochsha helped his presence. I stepped on up not to hear or see him, but to let him know that I would not lose him.

Understanding our presence, the older brother blared out, “Men, you see the lighthouse? Do what you can to establish some camp!”

Heratin said, “Ochally, go with them!”

She replied, “Heratin, you have to come with me!”


“We’re divine. This is something of a baser nature. We have to stay away.”

The middle brother put a grip on the cloth beneath Orintious’ armor while replying, “That did not matter with the mountain fairy. And this is supposedly the lady that contacted my mother.”

“I am sure that relations with this one can develop, but this is presently a matter for Mochsha to face. Our presence will matter, Heratin.”

“If I later find out that you were wrong, I will be mad at you Ochally!”

“And I will cry, Heratin. Now, come with me.”

I saw my older two brothers grip their hands in a sign of unity. Heratin then kissed Mochsha. As he passed me, he gripped my hand while making a comment.

“I guess this means that you’re not divine, Vernallor. Sorry about that.”

I replied, “If nothing happens, I will step away to tell you that I am divine.”

“That’s sweet, as you win either way. Take care of them, Vernallor.”

As Heratin and the others moved toward the lighthouse, I followed Orintious who carried Mochsha. We went out on the rocks. I could not determine if this was low tide with the rocks beneath us soon to be under a number of feet of water, or if this was high tide with a few hours having us looking down on the ocean below. I know that we went out until it seemed there was a dropoff into a number of feet of water, then Otintious set Mochsha down.

She shouted, “MOTHER! At least who I was told was my mother. It was said that if I looked for you that you would look for me.”

Suddenly the water glowed. While the luminescence seemed to come from a number of places, it merged into a location that let us know something was approaching. Mochsha had me join her and Orintious, and holding each other we waited for the being to come to us. Before it reached us, we suddenly reacted to tentacles coming out of the surf around us.

Mochsha asked, “Do you think she is like Father?”

Orintious sounded concerned as he said, “If she is like him, you should be like him. I’m beginning –“

“YOU STAND STRONG, ORINTIOUS! I need you to be here with me. Vernallor, you stand strong with me as well.”

I replied, “I am here, Mochsha.”

As Orintious said the same, his voice dropped in volume as a large glowing form came from the ocean. The bottom was of tentacles like an octopus, but the top was a lady with silky hair that moved possibly from the wind, possibly from her own movements, and possibly of their own accord. Her voice dropped from a shriek to a wonderful female tone as she asked a question.

“Mochsha, why have you come looking for me?”

“Why?” My sister asked. “I was told to look for you. I came to find Orintious’ parents. This is my older brother. I grew up looking up to him, and admiring him. When he asked for something, I sought to help him, my brother. I found it mother, but his mother, a mountain fairy, told me to look for you.”

The lady dropped to where her head was at our level by having her tentacles spread out before saying, “A mountain fairy? You cannot trust mountain fairies, Mochsha.” Her eyes then fixed on me, and she asked, “Who are you, boy?”

My sister answered, “This is my youngest brother, Mother. This is Vernallor.”

I continued to hold my sister’s hand even as I made a bow, although rose as the ocean fairy said, “You are the one that found my daughter.”

While I really did not want to say the truth, I feared doing otherwise. “It was actually by accident.”

“I believe that you will find a lot of coincidences went into assuring your accident. It has been many, many years, Vernallor, with others hoping for accidents to have happened. Your honor was not a blessing, and for that I am sorry.” The ocean fairy then turned to my sister. “Mochsha, you are in danger. Your birth was not a gift from me, but from another.”

My sister replied, “Orintious was also not a blessing from his mother. She was convinced to bare him for another who had a gift he would not give his other children.”

“I was bought, Mochsha. I became nothing but a slave to his power, his sacrifice. Your birth was painful for me, as a child such as you is not something in my creation. I however put my love in you, as the one that forced me to bare you did not deserve or demand that gift from me, although I could not keep it from my own child.”

“I thank you, Mother, as I do love. I love my brothers, and the one I call my Father.”

I saw the ocean fairy look to me, then to Orintious, before asking, “Mochsha, who do you call Father?”

“A being known as Galabur. He is a great librarian.”

“Not your uncle, Decholl?”

I believe all three of us smiled at hearing that question, although Mochsha did answer. “No, Mother. Galabur has tentacles like you, and can be powerful as well. He however raised us to respect him even as he assures that we all have a chance to promote our gifts.”

“I know of Galabur, Mochsha. He once aided a group seeking to stop those attempting to destroy the oceans of our world. There was a secret in a tome, and he had the power to read it. We of the ocean still whisper his name when we desire wisdom for ourselves. You honor the being, Mochsha, for even I consider him someone worthy of honor.” She backed away while saying, “You can win, Mochsha. Thank you for coming. This was not the meeting I expected. Win this fight and look for me at a peaceful time in your future. I want to get to know you.”

As the ocean fairy moved back into the water, a crack of thunder had us feel that the storm would move upon us. We all paused to show a sign of respect and say our thanks. We then rushed away from the water to where we could see torches. What we quickly noticed were the movements of men. Realizing that his men were fighting someone, Orintious drew his sword and rushed ahead. I saw the aura of Mochsha turn red, then realized we would also be moving into combat as she asked a question.

“You have your sword upon you, Vernallor?”

“Of course,” I replied, “as I was worried I might have to breathe water.”

She kissed me, then said, “I will protect you, and you protect me. Mother said that we can win this. Advance with me, Vernallor.”

I did not find her moving at a hard run. Mochsha showed some concern for the wet rocky terrain, and although it gave me some difficulty I easily matched her pace. We however both stopped finding a mass of black moving toward us.

Decholl landed before us saying more than asking, “You’re not dead?”

I took a position in front of my sister declaring, “You are not keeping your promise! You said that you would mean well. Attacking my family and those that support my family is not meaning well.”

“You were not supposed to survive.”

“YOU IDIOT! Nothing frightful happened! You obviously are very, very mistaken about things.”

I heard the rush of footsteps. I cannot say that Decholl heard them, or simply realized that he had indeed made a mistake about his handling of matters. In any event, the rush of footsteps disappeared as the one before me turned into a black mist just as the form of Orintious powering his sword landed on the ground before us.

He rose demanding an answer to the question, “Vernallor, Mochsha, are you all right?”

My sister replied, “We are both well, Orintious. This young brother is becoming someone I will always treasure knowing.”

My older brother rose to shake my hand while saying, “I have men hurt, but Heratin is assuring that they will not die. We will need to rest up.”

“I would offer my estate, but I feel that it is a number of days away.”

“Let’s see just how well we can manage travel in the morning.”

Attempting to determine their situation is not easy.