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FFF224 Torn Veil

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“She tore the veil from the evening sky and put it over his face, blinding the Sun forevermore”. So does the tale of Apollo and Artemis, once loving siblings, now scorned enemies end. But how did the two Gods become each other’s antagonists, that is the tale that will be told here. It’s the tale of a hunt, a tale of trust, and a tale of the fallibility of mankind - or in this case, godhood.

A beast had broken loose, and no one was sure what exactly this beast was. It was supposedly as big as a mountain and could swallow cows whole. It had also poisoned a well and taken away dozens of sheep. Even then the gods knew that man often exaggerated stories and told tall tales.

Nowadays some demigods would be set upon the task, but this tale takes place in that time before Zeus had started to lust after the mortal flesh, so there were few demigods to go around. Thus the twins Artemis and Apollo had been sent out to vanquish this ‘unknowable’ beast.

The beast in question turned out to be a manticore. Manticores were indeed known for eating and kidnapping cattle, even the bravest of dogs wouldn’t stand a chance against a creature that had the mighty body of a lion and the venomous sting of a scorpion. That explained the poisoned water supply as well. And the twins had to give it to the mortals: This particular manticore was indeed quite huge, but still a far stretch from being mountain-sized.

A manticore would pose an impossible threat for mortals, and a reasonable threat for a demigod or two, but for two Gods of Archery, one of which is the actual Goddess of the bloody Hunt, this would be a piece of cake. Or should have been.

Closing in on the manticore took some time, but as the sun set, they finally had the monster surrounded. Necessity is the mother of invention, however, and a cornered beast is the living embodiment of that wisdom. A hunt like this was routine for the twins and they had grown lackadaisical and accustomed to the routine of doing their father’s bidding. The manticore pounced, surprising both archers, and grabbed Apollo by the neck with the vice-like grip of its stinger.

The prospect of the manticore poison being injected into his veins was not a welcome one for Apollo. Even though he was immortal, his godhood would not spare him the burning and flashing pain that came with the sting. And like all men do when they are faced with something they cannot escape from, he started trashing. Begging his sister to shoot the damned tail, so he could free himself.

As a dutiful sister Artemis, put a poisoned arrow herself on the bow, and her breath steady, took aim. Looking back at that moment now, it was almost as if the Fates, or Chaos themselves, intervened. Just as she was about to fire her arrow, the clouds shifted, and the evening sun bathed her in orange light. As beautiful as this may have looked, as much of a blessing from her own brother this may have seemed. It was nothing but a curse. A curse that momentarily blinded and distracted her.

Yet the arrow did fly. It flew straight and true, not towards the vexing tail that had curled itself around her brother's neck, but towards his eyes, its new target. The arrow pierced Apollo’s left eye as easily as it would have an apple. And the scream of agony that Apollo released at that instant reverbed across the known world, every being from the depths of Tartarus to the peak of Olympus heard the cry of Phoebus Apollo.

Mortified at what she had done Artemis amended her fault and unloaded her quiver on the manticore, securing that it now was dead, and rushed towards her brother. But the damage had already been done. One eye was already blind and the poison of the arrow spread towards the other one. The last thing Apollo would see with his own eyes was his sister - his beloved, yet betraying sister - face twisted in anguish running towards him.

As his vision left him, the sun turned an angry, violent orange, bathing the world in blood. And as the darkness crept upon him, he uttered a final prophecy of his own making, aimed at the cause of his new fate: “Your arrows will never fly true, as long as the Sun basks the world in its light”.

That is how Artemis tore apart the sky and veiled the Sun forevermore.

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Mary's Imaginary Friend

For @flashfictionfridayofficial 224 prompt: Torn Veil

Trigger warning for mention of angels and demons

She has always been aware of the unseen world around her. From her earliest memories, she recalls reaching out for things unseen by her parents.

"She sees angels." Her mommy said. Her daddy scoffed.

"Huh, there are no such things." He is wrong. 

"Who are you talking to, sweetie?" She sits at her little table, her dolls and stuffed animals in the seats beside her. One seat is left open. 

"Gabe, mommy. He is funny." 

Her mommy smiles. "Which one is Gabe?" She can't recall her child naming any of her toys that name.

"He is right there mommy." She points to the empty chair. 

"Oh, it is nice to meet you, Gabe." She nods to the empty chair. 

Mary stops and cucks her head towards it. "Okay. He says that he knows you can't see him and that's okay. He is looking out for me."

"That is what she said. Should we be worried?" She frets that night, as she rubs lotion into her hands.

"She has an imaginary friend. It means she is highly intelligent. Nothing to be concerned about."

They are walking down the street. Her hand tights over her daddy's. He looks down on her, a frown on his face.

"Okay Mary?" He sees her other hand is tightly fisted. 

Instead of Immediately answering him, she looks to her left. "Is it Gabe? Oh okay. Thanks." Turning to her daddy, "It is okay. Gabe says the bad thing saw him and his friends and left."

"The bad thing?" Her daddy questions.

"Yes, like Gabe but not nice. It scared me but you and Gabe will keep me safe."

He lifts her into his arms. She is getting to big for this but… Was there someone or something out there that is a threat to his little girl?

He looks carefully around, seeing nothing but the normal people walking around. She rests calmly against him.

"What did Gabe see?" He asks as casually as he can.

"What did you?" She tilts her head, listening. "Okay, I will try." To her daddy, "He called it a fallen angel."

This causes a cold chill to go through him. They have never taken Mary to church. She shouldn't know that term. He starts walking fast towards their house. 

His wife lifts her eyes when he hurries in, Mary in his arms. She immediately starts looking her child over for any injuries. At finding none, she lifts her hand to feel her forehead. No fever. 

"What?"

"We need to talk."

He is loath to place Mary away from them. She needn't be a part of the conversation. She can't be. Knowing this, he does something he could not have imagined doing before today. He talks with Gabe as he truly exists and is standing in front of him.

"I leave her in your care, Gabe. See her safe." he sits her on her bed, "Mommy and I need an adult talk. Gabe is here, right?" 

He sounds insane in his own head, talking to his child 's imaginary friend but…

"Yes Daddy, he is. He says not to worry that the bad thing isn't here."

"Good. You can come out when we are through. If the bad thing returns, you can come out." He shakes his head. Can, will, shall, better! "You come out, okay?"

"Yes Daddy."

His wife impatiently waits. 

"Now, what is going on?"

He leads her to a seat on their couch. It is the eye line to their daughter's door. 

"I believe Gabe is more than Mary's imaginary friend. I believe he is her guardian angel."

She laughs, startled. "Did you fall and hit your head, on some sort of drug? My atheist husband speaks of guardian angels."

"I know I sound insane. But something happened." he tells her about the strange encounter, "when she called it a fallen angel, that is when I freaked. How could she know that term? Even if she was in Sunday School, they wouldn't talk of demons to a six year old."

"No, they wouldn't. You believe that Gabe protected her from a demon?"

"I can't see another option. Can you?" He wants her to say, yes, and make the nonsensical sense. Instead she shakes her head.

"No. I can't." her eyes grow suddenly large, "She is alone!" she stands.

"No," her husband 's voice stills her, "she isn't. I asked Gabe to look after her."

She falls to her seat, stunned. "You spoke to him?"

"I did," he takes her ice cold hands in his, "Mary assures me that he is there and the bad thing isn't. I told her to come out if it returned."

She starts to shake, her hands quivering in his. "What are we going to do? A demon is after our baby!"

He has no answers.

"Why is this happening?" She is walking the floor and he sees her pulse thumping in her neck. If he can't get her calmed down, she is likely to have a heart attack or stroke. 

"We will find out. Call a priest or something."

Her laugh is sharp and hysterical. It freezes him. "Oh, that is good! Perfect. Just call a priest. Have our daughter exercised, is that your plan?"

"I don't know exactly how it works." he now fears for both of them.

"Oh God!" She stops walking, falling on her knees, "Oh my God!" She is weeping, her body shaking with emotions.

He falls down beside her. "Whatever it takes, we will fix this." He holds her close.

He does call the local parish. The priest sounds concerned. "Gabe, that is what she calls him?"

"It is. Does that mean something?" 

"I take it, that you aren't church goers?"

"No we aren't. Before all this, I had no belief in God. Now, well if I am acknowledging the possibility of the ultimate evil, I must also admit there could be ultimate good."

"Logical. Gabe could be short for Gabriel. He is one of the archangels. A very big deal, in other words. I would like to meet your daughter."

[enchanted-lightning-aes]

The Fractured Clue

A/N: just a short of the woods containing secrets and fairytale-ish vibes with horror elements.^ Word Count: 984 T.W/C.W: basic horror stuff, i guess

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Across the vast woods, wolves howl around the ground and owls hoot above a cluster of trees. A current whipped on its surroundings, shaking leaves and branches. Some frogs croak and jumps on lily-pads floating on a river.

On a road, two people move in different strides. One swaggers forward, daggers equipped in a satchel slinging around her shoulder. The other staggers, clutching onto a bag while darting a glance everywhere but ahead.

Upon making it to a building—wood and small—occupying a grassy expanse. The windows shutter from winds passing by, swinging back and forth.

"This cabin's been abandoned." Kerezen scans its nondescript structure and porch. "But who knows what secrets it might contain?"

"Oyyy! We oughta leave!" Enele's steps falter as he pants. "We can't… we can't go there! You know what those stories said! If anyone goes, they won't escape!"

"It's some silly tale folks conjured to scare off those daring to venture," Kerezen says with a huff.

Enele frowns. "Or it's a tale of caution? Warning others to stay away from danger? Or they might face the wrath of a monster!"

"Pffft, what monster? Wolves? Bears? As long as we have our weapons, they won't be a match to us!"

"It isn't just some regular monster! What if it has magic? And cast a spell on us? Didn't you hear about those children who went to a witch's house to seek shelter?"

"Oh, that's rubbish! You don't believe some old lady turned some children into candy, do you?"

"Anything is a possibility. I'm just… this doesn't seem to be the best idea."

"Take it easy, my friend. We'll take a quick look and we'll be back before supper."

At that, Enele grimaces while cracking his knuckles.

Kerezen leans her ear against the door, latching onto its handle then pushes it open.

Enele's pulse quivers at the sight of a room shrouded in shadows and light.

Brittles of dust clutter over the wooden floor. It shimmers from the daylight outside as if a magical creature performed a grand spell. Only for it to go awry.

Before he can flee, Kerezen crouches down and picks some of it.

"There must have been a hunter who wandered in these parts." Kerezen narrows her eyes while rubbing the bits. "These might be ashes from a herb."

A flock of birds crows and startles Enele, prompting him to turn around. He exhales and his shoulders loosen. Kerezen gets up and dusts her hands. Whatever is at play here, Enele refuses to ruminate further. He had lived in the villager since he'd been a child when his family moved here. He often refused exploring the woods, scared of what terrors could be hidden.

And while his stomach sinks at the thought of doing this… he can't shirk his duties as a guardian. Regardless of any fears clawing at him.

The floorboards creak and Enele jumps as Kerezen stiffens. She reaches for the hilt of her sword,

"There's been something plaguing this village for centuries," Enele says, his voice trembling. He gulps while curling his shaking fingers. "

The old lady scoffs. "Where's the fun in that? If I wanted to hurt you people, I'd have smacked a shovel at you. Now… now what are you looking for?"

"For answers of the legends," Kerezen explains, tilting her head to the side. "Just recently, a nobleman visited our village

"Do you think those girls are innocent?" The old lady hums noncommittally then raises a brow. "Or… or they wanted to merely run away?"

"W-what do you mean?" Enele perks up, his jaw slacking.

"People often go to these woods to run from something." The old lady smirks. "Didn't you hear those legends? Of those so weary of life in society? That they'd abandon it for a cabin or a cottage. In fact… there's stories of a former heiress in here. But I wouldn't know for sure."

"Wait, there's no monster?"

"Well, is it a monster if it lurks while protecting its home? Perhaps, it's a creature that dislikes visitors, who treat their home with shabby manners."

Kerezen and Enele exchanges a quick look, their expressions shifting from its initial wariness. Enele's brows are lifted before he sucks in a breath. Kerezen

"Did you two see that?" The old lady asks, her voice crackling mimicking a fireplace's flames.

Kerezen tightens her grip on her dagger. "See what?"

With a cackle, the old lady aims a finger at the floor. "Look closer."

Enele gasps at a piece of fabric strewn beside the pile of dust. He drops down and inspects it closer. Kerezen rubs her chin, her face twisted in suspicion.

The remnants of a torn veil, transformed into tatters by a vicious creature no doubt.

"There must have been a bride who've made a deal," Enele says, examining it further.

"And the sorcerer or witch summoned a creature to deal with her," Kerezen added, sounding alarmed. She blinks. "Perhaps, you had every reason to worry, my friend. Whatever this is, it's much more than the villagers think it is. It's much more than they want us to know, Enele."

He gets up, lifting his head. "We must find who's been doing this. Only then, we can have the answers we seek."

The old lady leans against a side of the doorframe. "If you need guidance, I can be of assistance. I've been a scholar of… magic."

The mere word sends a jitter in his pulse as he shivers.

"With magic involved in it, we need all help we can get," Kerezen says. She extends a hand. "Pleased to meet you. I'm Kerezen."

"If we must work together, allow me to introduce myself." The old lady lifts her cloak back, bestowing a strange grin. She shakes her head. "I'm Quiana."

"I suppose we shall get started?" Enele asks.

Despite the knots in his stomach, he smiles in an attempt of courage.

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[#FFF224 Torn Veil] @flashfictionfridayofficial

watered down poison

I grasp at the fractured pieces — my fairytale, my end — all the cutting edges I can never mend.

I hold them to my chest — cling, cherish, clutch — even as they burrow, their claws making a furrow, their teeth glinting in fervor, as they crack into the pitch-black wrack you left between my ribs, your darkness calling dibbs, your lips spilling hate, while I wail for the world to just pause and wait —

for me to catch up.

Even now it lingers. The mirage you painted, sang. A piece of art. A fang. What-ifs that my eyes keep seeing: every shadow, every corner, every hard won peace a poison-tinged cup — so freeing.

I let myself drink today. I closed my lids and sipped. Envisioned the story, the tale. Your smile forever loving, your eyes forever kind. It's poison, I know. A myth, a fake, a dream.

Still — even as tears carry from my eyes watered down deception, lies — I cling to the torn veil of our being.

[thesorcererspen]

The Torn Veil

@flashfictionfridayofficial FFF224 "Torn Veil"

In the heart of night, a world we dare not see,

Where secrets whisper in the wind, and shadows flee,

A realm of darkness cloaked in sorrow's darkened mail,

Where dreams are lost, and truth's concealed behind a torn veil.

Beneath the moon's cold gaze, in silence we descend,

Into the abyss of secrets, where hearts and hopes may rend,

Innocence is but a memory, a forgotten, distant trail,

In this forsaken realm, where destiny's torn veil.

The night engulfs the remnants of the fading day,

As stars above bear witness to the souls that fray,

In this cruel theater of despair, where pain prevails,

And beneath the jagged edges of a shattered, torn veil.

Destiny's thread is fragile, like a spider's silken thread,

We walk the treacherous path, where our choices lead,

In the twisted dance of life and death, a never-ending tale,

Bound by the unseen forces, beyond the tattered, torn veil.

So tread with care, oh wayfarer, on this path obscure,

For here, the darkness lingers, and hope is often fewer,

In the land where mysteries lie, in shadows' dark travail,

And secrets are forever hidden behind the torn veil.