This chapter continues my story, the one that puts a different, more unique spin on the age-old vampire myth. But, because uploading chapters is faster than building them, it may take time before another makes its way to your desktop.
As this is a science fiction tale there are aliens, good ones and bad ones, and yes, the good ones are here to stand against those who would subjugate the more physically fragile human race. They all face challenges.
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12-The Gathering
"Good Morning, Maura." Vera's head came around the open bedroom door as sunlight, filtered by the trees, streamed in the window and fell across the floor in pools of amber.
"Good Morning." Maura said as she spread her arms to find Jason. But he was gone. She sat up quickly. "Where's Jason? Is something the matter?"
"Jason's eating breakfast, which you should, too." Vera pulled back her covers then moved to the door. "Hurry up, it's nearly time to leave, sleepy head."
"I'm guess I'm more a late morning person than an early morning one." She grabbed a shawl from the nightstand and wrapped it around her shoulders as she wiped the sleep from her eyes. "Wait...for what?"
Vera turned to her as she reached the doorway. "The Gathering my dear, you have lots to do and little time to dawdle. Quickly daughter."
Maura tossed the shawl onto the bed as Vera shoved a robe into her hands and pushed her towards the main room of the cottage. Maura struggled with her robe, getting herself barely covered as Vera whisked her through the bedroom door and towards the kitchen.
Jason stood by the fire spooning the last of his breakfast as she passed by. "Morning!" He chirped as Vera continued to steer her out of the kitchen towards the bathhouse. "Quickly Maura, get a bath then come back inside to dress. You'll have to grab what you can for breakfast as we have little time before the assembly."
She stepped through the kitchen door and made her way to the bathhouse, dodging puddles as she crossed the lane. In the distance, the sounds of many voices came from the direction of the gathering place.
After several dowsings with the warm water of the bathtub to rinse off the soapy residue of a good scrub, Maura immersed herself in its warmth. The water was rejuvenating, a welcome relief from the snappy chill of a fall-like morning in Ravenswood. Now that the leaves on some of the trees have begun to show color, the days have grown cooler and the nights - frosty.
Ten minutes later, sunlight burst into the kitchen as Maura, wrapped in a robe and slippers, swung the door open. Her long amber hair was wrapped in another towel as she padded quickly across the rug covered stone floor to the bedroom she now shared with Jason.
Inside he stood buttoning a crisply tailored robe of crimson red with a large golden dragon crest emblazoned across his chest. "Hi. You've got to hurry, love. We only have a few minutes before we have to join the processional."
"Jason, why didn't you wake me sooner?" Maura grumbled, trying to towel dry her hair.
"I tried twice but both times you sent me flying! You warned me that you're not an early morning person and I believe it!" He grinned as he fastened the last button on his robe.
Maura stood by the bed putting on her underwear. "I'm sorry, I'm still not used to sleeping with you. Did I hurt you?" She turned and faced away from Jason. "Hook me please."
"No, you made me laugh, though. I think we've invented a new form of early morning exercise. I tickle you and you send me flying."
She twisted to him in frustration, swatting his arm. "Oh! Never mind that, I don't know what to do, what to wear, anything!" Maura cried out. "Help me!"
He spun her around and pulled a brush through her long hair. "Don't worry. I'll be by your side nearly the whole time and I'll whisper what you're supposed to do and when. Piece of cake!" Jason tossed the brush on the table, spun her back around, kissed her on the cheek and then patted her butt. "Now hurry up, I laid out your robe and sash on the bed. I'll go get you something for breakfast. No need for your tummy to rumble in the middle of the ceremony. Back in a flash."
A few minutes later, Maura walked into the common room looking dazzling in the crimson robe she wore just two nights earlier at the induction ceremony. Her makeup was perfect and every hair was in place.
Jason beamed. "Do you know how stunning you look? No one will be able to take their eyes off of you!"
She stood in the middle of the room, her hands on her hips. "That's what I am afraid of, if I screw up everyone will see!"
Jason walked across the room and reached out and held her face gently in his hands. "You're perfect, Maura, you'll do great." Jason took her hand and walked towards the front door swiping a sandwich along the way. "Here's breakfast, it's all I could make, considering." He stepped towards the front door and held it open for her. "Now come on, we're late, you can eat it along the way."
"I can't, Jason, my stomach is all butterflies." She set the sandwich on a plate by the door. "If I eat anything I'll throw up."
Outside, Maura fell in with Jason, stride for stride, blending into the processional as it wove from the center of the village through the forest and towards the circle of monoliths. Around them, people bent to one another whispering about Maura, the gatekeeper's daughter.
At the head of the long weave of people, walked the members of the council whom Maura met a few weeks earlier, still haunted by some of their sentiments. Their flowing robes of white with traces of azure blue and violet fluttered in the breeze. Behind them strode several hundred men and women dressed in the same crimson robes that Jason and Maura wore. Behind her others, dressed in green, amber, and violet followed. The procession of men and women stretched further than Maura could see.
"Is there a significance to the color of the robes?" she whispered to him.
"Yes," he whispered back. "White is for the elders in the council or a distinguished guest, crimson for the guardians, the greens are the weavers, the ambers are the healers, and the violet robes are for the priests." The processional continued to wind its way through the forest towards the Gathering Place. "There was only one other Terrian to ever wear guardian crimson."
Surprised, Maura turned quickly to Jason. "Who?"
"Your father."
"Oh?" Suddenly it all became clear. Her eyes glistened as the memories came flooding back. There was a small case, hidden away in a vault buried deep beneath their family home. It had an ornate golden dragon embossed on the top of the box with an equally ornate silver lock to keep it sealed. She saw it in her mind and remembered how impressed she was when she discovered it. Her father's crimson robe, like the one she wore now.
Jason nodded toward the monoliths. He gestured for Maura to step in front of him so that he could speak softly to her. "Okay, we're near the circle. Once we arrive, you and I will follow the council into the center near the large stone altar, there's platform erected for this function. Take my hand, I'll guide your there, the footing can be a bit slippery on the stones, especially this early in the morning."
Maura nodded, listening intently.
"When you get there, you don't have to say anything. Stand and face the gathering of witnesses. Then place your hands on the stone tablets when I nod to you, then step back and face the rising sun." Jason grinned to her. "See? Like I said, a piece of cake."
As Maura neared the circle of monoliths she could see the area was filled with an incredible number of people. Thousands upon thousands of men and women dressed in richly colored and ornately decorated robes. So many had already arrived and more were still coming behind them. They must have come from villages all over the world.
A hush fell over the crowd as Maura stepped across the threshold of stones that marked the outer perimeter of the circle floor. Jason held her hand as he led her towards the platform at the center of the circle.
Near the large flat stone, Jason motioned to her to step apart from him. She stood before the stone slab and turned towards the gathered audience of spectators, shaking like the fall leaves of color surrounding everyone, her nerves were showing. The council of elders stood in a semi-circle behind her.
Two of the elders who had carried the large tablets of stone bearing her father's name, walked forward and placed them in the center of the stone slab. A moment later the remaining council members walked behind the stone slab and surrounding Maura. They faced out towards the crowd of witnesses in all directions.
As the sun rose above the horizon and climbed higher in the sky the entire council began to speak, in unison. It was the ancient language of the Sirin. All of the others around the circle, both inside and out, bowed their heads as the council members spoke, as if in prayer.
A moment later an eerie quiet fell across the clearing as the combined voices of the council members fell silent. Maura glanced at Jason who subtly motioned to her to move closer to the stone slab. She walked to the slab and glanced again at Jason. He nodded and, remembering what he had told her, she placed her hands onto the tablets in front of her.
For a moment nothing happened, then a soft golden light began to glow from the script on the tablets. It continued to grow in brilliance until the very air within the circle seemed to be filled with a dazzling golden light. A moment later the tablets appeared to melt into the stone altar itself. When they were gone the light from the script faded and the air returned to normal. Jason nodded and Maura turned to the rising sun, as he had instructed. Then as the council spoke in the ancient tongue of the Sirin, they stepped around Maura and proceeded to leave the alter area.
Jason walked forward to take her hand as she stepped down from the platform erected for the ceremony. He led her around the stone altar to the front of the circle. The council of elders surrounded them, their solemn expressions replaced with joyful smiles. Jason stepped aside and watched as Maura was led by the council outside of the circle of monoliths to be greeted by cheers from the waiting crowd.
Her Aunt Nora, Vera, and several others, including her good friend Fen, greeted her with warm hugs and blessings. It was more like a festival than a funeral.
