Chapter Seven: Darker and Darker

            Ursa pushed the rack up and then locked eyes with Buddi.

            Had stream begun to come from her ears, Buddi would not have been surprised. She told him through clenched teeth, in an acid voice,

            Stay there.”

            Buddi complied. Ursa walked over to the fallen swords, picked them up. Then as she settled the rack, she walked back to Sunni and Buddi. Sunni slowly said,

            “It..it was my fault Ursa. It was my idea. I-“

            “That’s enough Sunni.” She met eyes with the girl, her temper barely contained. “Whose idea it was is irrelevant. Buddi KNOWS how to resist temptation.” She looked at him viciously. He lowered his head, refused to look at her. “He knows what he’s allowed to do. This isn’t one of them.” Ursa turned her attention to Sunni. “Go back to your room.”

            Sunni was scared, scared witless. She’d never seen Ursa so mad. She nodded and stumbled to her feet. As she ran, she said to Buddi, silently,

            “Good luck.”

            Sunni vanished into the hallway. Buddi looked up at Ursa. She glared at him so fiercely that he lowered his eyes, couldn’t look her in the eyes. She grabbed him by his shirt and pulled him to his feet. He still couldn’t look at her. That didn’t matter. She pulled him out of the room and up the stairs. She said nothing but she didn’t have to. Buddi knew that he was in trouble. Her clenched fist and ground teeth screamed that.

            She dragged him into his room and then slammed the door shut. Buddi started to say something but when she turned around and looked at him, he said nothing and just sat down on his bed. Ursa stormed over to him, slapped her hands on either side of his legs and looked him directly in the eye. Her own eyes were alive with anger, simmering.

            “Buddi, I am about this close,” she held her pointer and thumb about a millimeter apart, “To giving you the tanning of your life. I want an explanation and I want it now!”

            Buddi was close to crying now or at least trembling. He stalled. Ursa had backed away and now she stormed over to him, close to exploding. Buddi winced, panicked and threw his arms over his face, like she’d hit him. Ursa froze. Had she scared him that much? Did he really think she’d hit him? Her anger cooled a bit but was still there. She forced her voice to cool, to lose the caustic bite it had. Very slowly and gently, she grasped his wrists in her hands and tugged them down.

            He looked at her, trembling.

            Her eyes had cooled, not longer were they burning lasers of anger. She spoke and her voice was softer, calmer,

            “I’m angry, Buddi, but I’m not going to hit you.”

            Buddi managed a nod but the fear was still there. Ursa sat by him and no longer loomed over him, as a giant. Her voice took on a fierce tone but not nearly as biting as it had once been. She tried to keep her calm, not to scare him. She was angry but she didn’t want him to think that she’d hurt him because she wouldn’t.

            “Buddi, I want you to tell me what you thought you were doing. You aren’t allowed in the weapons’ room. You KNOW that!” Her voice rose slightly but not too badly. The cub nodded, slightly.

            “I know. But Sunni talked me into it.”

            “Buddi, we Barbics have strong wills. You and I both know that. There was something that you did.”

            Buddi sighed. “Alright, I was curious, plain and simple. I hate to fight, you know that. I hate to train, you know that too. But with the warnings I’ve been getting I started to wonder more.”

            “More?” Ursa no longer had that angry tone, just a baffled one.

            Buddi nodded. “Been interested in the weapons for some reason. I don’t know why. I was afraid if I told you that you’d get the impression I wanted to use them, wanted to learn to fight. But I don’t!”

            Ursa smiled. “You could have told me, Buddi. I’d have been glad to take you in there.”

            Buddi gave her a sideway glance and threw his arms up,

            “Now she tells me.”

            Ursa smiled again. Then turned serious again, “But you DO know that I put very few restrictions on you. When I tell you not to do something, I expect you to listen.”

            Buddi groaned, “I know. What do I lose?”

            Ursa smiled. “You still remember how I punish you?”

            Buddi nodded. “You rarely do, it’s hard not to.”

            Ursa nodded, grasped Buddi’s cheeks in her hands and turned his face to meet hers.

            “Your flute, give it to me.”

            Buddi’s face went pale. He moaned. “Ursa no! Not my flute!”

            Ursa chuckled. “Your flute Buddi.”

            Buddi groaned but got up and opened his nightstand. He removed the instrument but before giving it to her asked,

            “One song?”

            Ursa raised her eyebrow but against her better judgment nodded.

            As he put it to his lips, she added,

            “A short one.”

            He nodded back and played. He purposely chose one he knew that she liked. He knew she’d still take his flute away but she might cut down on the time. He looked at her from the corner of his eye. She was smiling, leaning against the bed board, listening. He played a few minutes more before the song ended. Ursa opened her eyes and looked to him.

            Without a word of protest, he handed his flute to her.

            Ursa smiled at him and he asked her,

            “How long?”

            Ursa shrugged. “We’ll see. I think-“

            She was interrupted by a mass of voices and one of which called,

            “Cubbi!”

            Buddi looked at Ursa who nodded and gestured that it was all right to follow. The two ran down the stairs and out into the courtyard. Gritty ran over tot hem.

            “Did you fix that problem in the weapons’ room? What was it?”

            Buddi winced, Gritty would not like this any better than Ursa did. He stayed by Ursa’s side but to his surprise she said,

            “One of the racks fell. I took care of it. Now what’s the commotion?”

            “Cubbi’s back. And he brought a friend. We’re going to the main hall. He says she’ll explain.”

            Ursa nodded as Gritty took off as the crowd began to move inside. Ursa began to follow but Buddi grabbed her skirt. She turned. He looked at her, gratefully,

            “Ursa?”

            “Yes?”

            “Thanks for not telling.”

            Ursa grinned at him and nodded. Then the two followed the rest into the main hall. But Buddi stopped in the doorway and Ursa crashed into him. She looked at him.

            “Buddi what-“

            He interrupted her. “It’s her.’

            “Huh? Who?”

            “That’s the girl from my visions.”

            Ursa looked up. Sitting in a chair was a tall girl, looking to be fifteen or sixteen. She had fine white fur, silky like a Barbic’s. And her arms had the developing muscles. She had on a tunic similar to hers. Dark blue but unlike hers it had an open mid drift. Her shoes were silver, Roman sandals like hers to her knees. Around her neck, she had a silver chained necklace. But what were most amazing were her eyes. They were almond shaped and narrow. They were also a deep ocean blue.

            “Who’s this?”

            The girl looked up as Ursa stepped through the crowd. She swallowed and said in a soft and shy voice,

            “People call me Missy.”

            “All right Missy,” Ursa smiled and pulled a chair up. “Where did you come from?”

            “I was coming to Ursalia when I saw Cubbi collapse. I helped him out then we both came back here.”

            “Why were you coming here?” Sunni asked. The girl raised her head and met eyes with first Sunni then Buddi.

            “I know the meaning of your visions.”

            Buddi and Sunni looked at each other. The Glens and Barbics looked at them. Finally, Missy said softly,

            “You never told them what they were about did you?”

            “No,”

            “Why not tell us now?” Ursa said as she looked at them. The Barbics focused on Buddi, the Glens on Sunni. The girl tried, she really did. But her voice cracked and she couldn’t. All eyes turned to Buddi. He sighed, closed his eyes. This truly alarmed Ursa. A Barbic did that when gathering strength.

            This vision was enough that he had to gather strength before talking of it?

            Buddi opened his eyes. “Fine…I’ll tell you…”

* * *

            The landscape was dark. Misty…darker than midnight skies. Then, suddenly it sprung into flame. Buddi saw it again, saw Barbic Woods scald before him, turn to ashes. Then just as suddenly, everything went pitch dark again. He looked around. There she was. That…woman.

            A woman of blackness. Her hair was long, darker than dark. Her eyes were dark…darker than her hair. Her face was pale, solid white. Her lips…coal black. Her eyelashes, a single lash…thick and covering the top of the entire eye. Her forehead was small. Her ears were slick and pointed like an elf’s. Her lips…pencil thin and black. Her dress…sleeveless now and covering just the majority of her breasts. It stopped once her nipples were covered. Her dress slipped to her feet, slick and black.

            She knelt to the ground and slipped her hand into the earth. It wasn’t earth anymore. She opened her hand slowly and rivers of blood slid through her fingers. They made pools on the ground. She knelt again and drew a blade…a blade Buddi knew.

            Ursa’s sword…stained with her own blood.

            She drew another sword…. Grubbi’s…stained with his blood.

            And then Gritty’s…stained with his blood.

            She drove the three into the ground and the earth split. Dirt and soil spilled away, revealing the three.

            Lifeless.

            Cut numerous times, still bleeding.

            But more than that…skinless. She’d skinned them. Buddi could tell by the look of pain and horror on their faces that they’d still been alive when she’d done it. She had let them bleed to death. Buddi covered his eyes. When he opened them, those Gummies were gone.

            But he saw the Glens now. Saw their home first.

            In flames, the same way Barbic Woods had vanished. He saw it burn and burn become a pile of ashes.

            Then that scene vanished and he was looking at the Glens themselves.

            Gruffi..tough and unyielding.

            Then, Igthorn appeared…welding an ax.

            Buddi started to run to hold him but his legs refused to move. He screamed when he saw why.

            Skeleton arms, with flesh and fur barely clinging to the bones were holding him. He looked at them and was even more frightened and repulsed. He knew these Gummies…Grammi, Zummi, Tummi, Gusto…C..Cubbi!

            They pulled him down, pried at his body. Tried to pull him down. The ground around him turned to blood, bubbling…an ocean of red blood. He clawed for solid ground but his head kept above for a reason he was even more terrified by.

            Igthorn swung…Gruffi was divided into two halve instantly. Blood spewed over Buddi’s face. Tears fell and he started to scream. Then…Sunni appeared. He called to her but she merely sighed and shook her head.

            Skeletons ripped from the sea of blood, ripped her apart before his eyes. He screamed again.

            Then, a strange white Gummi appeared…the same one he’d seen before. Her hair blew into her tearful eyes as she whispered,

            “The sea is restless Buddi…the wind carries the scent of destruction and ruin..”

            Then that black woman walked over to her…plunged her hand straight through her body.

            She held her beating heart in front of Buddi’s face and the skeletons tugged him completely under.

            He couldn’t even howl for help anymore.

            There was no one left to come…

* * *

            Buddi looked at the others, rubbed his arms, trying to ward off that chill.

            The Barbics were horrified.

            The Glens were repulsed.

            Only Missy was calm but even she was struggling.

            “Buddi…” Ursa walked over and hugged him tightly. “My Buddi…why didn’t you tell us?”

            Buddi said nothing. Ursa tightened her grip and her hands fell to his head and chest again, shielding him. He nuzzled deep into her chest, let her hold him. Ursa could feel him trembling. That had been the vivid one he’d just had. Sunni was glad Buddi told it. She’d never have made it.

            Ursa felt someone tap her shoulder. It was Grubbi. He handed her a mug of hot milk, which she handed to Buddi. He drank and Ursa asked him,

            “Does that help?”

            Buddi nodded.

            Missy got up and said,

            “It’s a warning.”

            Buddi looked at her, fearfully and clutched Ursa. She hugged him tightly and turned to Missy.

            “You mean that will happen?”

            Missy shook her head.

            “Not exactly. See, when I was born I was born with three unique gifts because of my heritage.”

            “What heritage?” Grammi asked. Missy sighed.

            “My mother was a Glen Gummi like you. But my father…” she turned to Ursa and the other Barbics.

            “But my father was Barbic.”

            The Barbics looked at the Glens.

            Missy continued,

            “My gifts were these: I have immense strength…stronger than ten adults if need be but it drains me if I use it too much. Second, I’m blessed with the ability to heal with a touch. Third, I’m cursed with a sixth sense.”

            She swallowed and said,

            “I know who that woman is. I saw her in my visions. As to why I appeared in your visions or why only yous aw them, I’m not sure.”

            Sunni asked softly, “Who is she?”

            Missy motioned them closer. “I saw her in my vision. Her name’s Celina…the Bringer of Destruction…”

* * *

            Igthorn sat in the ruin of his castle. Toadwart slept at his feet but the former king was silent. Then a strange light and voice disturbed the silence.

            “You long for revenge and your throne?”

            “Who’s there?” he drew his sword and waved it about.

            From the darkness came the dark woman. She smiled, evilly.

            “I can grant you that. I’ve seen the future. The Gummi Bears always interfere.

            “I nearly got them!”

            “Granted Igthorn but you forgot those in Ursalia.”

            “The ones- of course those Barbics.”

            “Yes,”

            “I can easily be rid of them!”

            “Do not be so sure. Those are warriors. Even the little one.”

            “So what are you saying?”

            “I’m saying Igthorn that you’re attacking the body of the snake. How do you kill a snake?”

            “You-“

            “Cut off its head.”

            “You’re saying?”

            “I’m saying attack the leaders. Get rid of the leaders!”

            “Ursa and Gruffi? But-“

            “No! You cannot rule in the present. But you will rule in the future. Attack their future leaders.”

            “Future leaders?”

            “Ursa and Gruffi will still be leaders but there are two that will turn the tide.”

            She smiled. “I’ll tell you who there are in time. I’ll aid you. But you must allow me to stay and rule by your side.”

            Igthorn smiled. “Of course…”

            “Celina.”

            “Celina.”

            The two smiled and Celina offered him her hand. He took it. She grinned.

            “I can plan. And I already have one.”

* * *

            Missy got up. “I believe that I’ll be more of an aid to the Glens. She turned to Grammi.

            “If I may?”

            Grammi nodded. “Of course child. Any Gummi is welcome in our home.”

            Ursa and Gruffi looked at each other. Finally Gruffi said it.

            “Will we work together? Until this threat is over?”

            Ursa looked at him, the Glens, Missy, the other Barbics and finally at the child hugging her tightly. She nodded.

            “We will.”

* * *

            Celina cursed. She’d forgotten about the hybrid. She’d caused the human attack that cost the girl her parents. She could ruin everything!

            Then, an evil smirk overtook Celina’s face,

            “Unless…she isn’t here to interfere…

 

End of Part One

To Be Continued…

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