Counting Corvids Chapter Seventeen Cheeky Extras

Striking deals and power trades

Well, that is self-explanatory really. Demons can swap powers, or steal them. They can even trade them for deeds good or bad, it just depends what they want and where they are getting their powers.

There are demonic markets where all sorts of things are traded. There are also bidding wars, bounties and all sorts of deals that can be made.

Some things come at too high a price, like Fury Talismans. Rare, coveted and theft is punishable by eternal vanquishing, yes they have the power to do that.

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Counting Corvids Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Seventeen “The Movement”

On yet another of Willows walks to the park she sat by the bridge slowly becoming more and more curious at a sparkling of sunlight in the water underneath the shadow of the bridge. Slowly she edged her way towards it. She bent down and reached into the water, her hand grasped the cool surface of what turned out to be a compact mirror, thinking nothing of it slipped it back into the water. Standing to go to turn back up the slope she heard voices from the bridge above.

Two demons were openly talking, complaining about the Colter demons throwing a fit at the news of the return of the Gourlay leader. Apparently he had been lucky striking a deal becoming a Marfa. The idiot who had vanquished the inbred filth had no idea what they were doing, left the collective holder intact. There was just enough left to bring him back, it’s why the Gourlays were coming out of hiding to hunt again. Some had escaped the massacre. Willow bit her lip in frustration listening in but she had a new plan for the day.

*
Swallowing her pride she entered her home, her parents welcomed her back instantly. “Well we had wondered if you had destroyed it, we just didn’t ask because of your charming mood.”
“How do I find it, everything there looks like trash”
“We thought it might? But there should be a room in the heart of the building it’s probably going to seem like a palace in comparison, hell I wouldn’t be surprised if it was in the king’s bedroom, they tend to have egos. But you will know when you see it”
With that Willow got up and made her way to the compound. It looked no different then the boarded up pig sty it had become. “Kill the collective kill them all” she muttered to herself tip toeing round, straining her ears for the slightest of noises.

Finding a broken board she took a look into the darkness gathering the courage to creep inside. Tip toeing through the darkness she searched the rooms. The staircase full of holes and splinters from her tirade, she climbed up as carefully as she could until she reached the landing. There was no mistaking the noises coming from a barely open door, making out a crackling of pink fire coming from a tall cast iron urn around it were various cushions, throws and beds. Just out of sight were those responsible for the noises.

Willow felt a hand on her shoulder and jumped out of her skin, there beside her stood three Gourlays pushing her into the room. Willow landed feet from the urn. She couldn’t take her eyes off of it. “Mesmerizing isn’t she” the Gourlay king stood by the urn, thankfully to Willows surprise, fully clothed. He spoke again, “Do I look different now? Its got to be this new body, gorgeous isn’t it?” He wasn’t talking to her, but he wasn’t wrong, despite the vile green eyes he was a toned Adonis. Realistically he was a demon fresh from the kill, his latest victim strewn across one of his many beds. The kings subjects clearly restless pacing the floor between her and her exit.

“It will be so sweet to bend you over and turn your body into one of us, you would make such a pretty little thing in my beds.”

With all her focus Willow attempted to vanquish the king again but failed, her detestation at his words providing distractions. She tied to aim for the collective, but failed it was too strong, too full. Thinking on her feet Willow fired at the Gourlays pacing the room. Keeping them at bay from the corner of her eye she could see the collective flickering darker and darker, becoming almost blood red, this time with some focus she hit the collective, it smashed to smithereens the remaining Gourlays became consumed in the blood red flames until once again they had become a stenching puff of green smoke.

 

 

Author Updates (Apr 16)

Hiya!

It’s another short update this month, sorry guys. There’s not much to tell.

I am still not very well so I can’t write this indefinitely, or as long as I would like.

Not too much is happening. I’ve not been able to do much, not done any apprenticeship coursework, feeling this rough isn’t great at all.

It was my birthday as you know. I am now another year older, getting a bit wiser.

I have been very lucky to have very awesome family and friends.

 

I hope you are all enjoying Counting Corvids so far. It wasn’t always the most comfortable fun thing for me to write, re-write and edit.

I am starting to think a little bit about what happens when Counting Corvids is all done and finished. But, there are a few more chapters to go yet… so lets have some fun with it now.

Sorry this update is shorter than the last, there is not much going on that I can write about on here. Not yet anyway.

May luck and adventure be on your side!

ARA xxx

Counting Corvids Chapter Sixteen Cheeky Extras

Werewolves

I really, really hope I don’t have to explain this too much. Full moon + Demonic being= Werewolves. Silver bullets will destroy them, that or total incineration…

Werewolves hunt in the packs of the beasts that turned them. Cruel in nature and in human form, they like their steaks very rare.

Not the nicest creature to come across, in human or beast form. Happy to tear you limb from limb any time. Very distrusting and very aggressive, beware of entering the wolf den. Natural enemies of Vampires, very severe and old grudge and war going on between these two enemies. Both are outlawed by the source of evil himself.

Counting Corvids Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Sixteen “A Silver Bullet Fails”

In the early hours of the morning before the sun had risen a group of Colters had been snooping around the Gourlay compound once again before they eventually broke in and began rummaging around the debris hunting for survivors.

*
“Where are we going?”
“Trust me its not much further” Hunter lead Willow further and further up the slope until it leveled out. He stopped and threw a picnic blanket down, “ta da” Willow stared at him confused until she followed his gaze to where he was pointing. There stretched before them was a stunning view of the sunset, the road that ran near by now seemed much quieter. She sat beside him watching the sun slowly set she lay in his arms. “This is so close to perfect” she sighed as the sun finally set in no hurry to move.

Behind the shadow of the clouds the moon came into view, bright and full. In the trees further down she heard howls, one after another joined in chorus. Willow turned to hunter “what’s that?” Not too concerned by a pack of dogs.
“That would be werewolves” She sat up like a bolt, not expecting his answer.

“Werewolves? Hate to sound stupid but should we still be sat here?”
“Possibly?”
“Possibly? So what do we do?”
“Nothing they won’t bother us”
“How do you know?”
“Because I do” Willow eyes him suspiciously. But for once Willow didn’t feel her usual fearless self, she was nervous, very nervous and itching to leave.

Willow watched the road, there hadn’t been any traffic in over an hour, and everything had become far too quiet. Hunter was far too relaxed. On the darkness of the road Willow could just about make out the headlights of the towns ‘Haunted Tours’ tour bus. Her unease grew as she saw the trees rustling and moving as something began making its way towards the road. Another howl told her what it was. She sat bolt upright like lightening had struck.
“Willow relax”
“I can’t” she stood and watched as the bus came to a sudden stop. “I don’t like this, I don’t like this at all”
“What now? Willow relax, you are safe”

“But they aren’t” she could hear the screams of the people on board. Without intention Willow shimmered from the spot. “I knew it” muttered Hunter before he packed up and started making his way down to the road.

*

Willow had shimmered right in front of the tour bus. Shocked to see around twenty pairs of blood thirsty amber eyes turn to face her. Suddenly their attention was on her, she did the only thing she could think of. Run, get them away from the bus, get them to chase her, soon they had followed her back through the trees some of the time running, some shimmering, some how she had lead them back to the caves where she had first met Hunter. The occasional bat overhead flew into a panic as the werewolves chased her as she sped down the tunnels some how back where she had started, only this time surrounded by wolves.

Just as they went to pounce she shimmered out and found herself in the very room where Hunter had met her. This time he stood there watching her arrive. “Is there something you wanted to tell me?”
“Yes, run” she turned and he grabbed her arm, “no, you shimmered, you are a demon”
“Part, not entirely, now run” Hunter did as he was told until they ended up yet again full circle to find vampires and werewolves locked in vicious battle. “Oh for heavens sake you have to be kidding me, Hunter take my hand”
“Why?”
“Do you trust me?” he looked in her eyes, “yes.”
“Take my hand” he took her hand and with a lurch she had shimmered them outside the mouth of the caves. Panting from the effort she slid against the grassy slope.

 

 

Counting Corvids Chapter Fifteen Cheeky Extras

Elemental “Chosen One”

The Chosen One, the one who has the power of all three Elemental sources of power, who qualifies for their powers in the “right way” is destined to choose the fate of the Elemental race.

The Chosen One will achieve the allegiance to pull the Elementals from an eternity in purgatory. Siding with either good or evil. It’s a condition set about by the original founding Wayward sisters, all due to a little bit of interfering…

Another Year Older… Am I Wiser?

Well it is my birthday. And it is a real question.

Did I get wiser since last year?

Well I have healed my belly button piercing at last! After all the issues with it getting knocked then trying to swallow the bar… was very grim there for a while. But it is at last healed!

Oh yeah I have more ink.

Down to one dog. my old boy went to sleep for good last winter. Bless his old soul. Such a wonderful boy, taught me so much about being happy and goofy. And with my spotty little hyper git snoozing by my feet at the moment just waiting to mess around I have learned true unconditional love. And happiness. He is such a joy, I am blessed to still have him. Both sadness and joy in a few sentences but filled with love and affection.

Well I got an apprenticeship and learned what I do and don’t want to do with my life. I am happier for that understanding of self and my nature which I better understand and appreciate. I am less willing to try and fit in some kind of box.

My rebellious spirit is back. Back to being a fiery blaze of energy. I am even learning to focus better. I cant wait to see what I learn in the coming year.

As I mentioned before, I have quite an excited grounding level of energy. I am very much more positively looking at the now and the future. I wouldn’t say that I haven’t struggled but I am facing the struggle in a stronger way from a positive source of energy…

I hope this learning guitar continues on. I like creative energy and the freedom that comes with doing what I want.

As I am sure you have noticed, I do like to test and torture my characters a bit and see what they are made of..

I wonder what more I will write this year?

As you probably know I am still hunting for a literary agent/publisher for some other work that I have done.

I am also getting quite excited for summer even though that means my eyes will be a bit more sensitive to sunlight and I will probably have a bit of a migraine a lot of the time. But for me this summer coming represents freedom for creativity. I discovered the year just passed that the creative time is something I really cannot sacrifice, simply for the sake of my happiness. I am very much a head in the clouds dreamer and learning a business approach to life is both a good and bad thing. But hey I am hoping to use the lessons I have learned.

Not long now until that freedom for creativity will begin.

I have spent the year effectively and essentially single. Though it has done me no harm so thumbs up there. Although I have learned so much from being single. I don’t think my motivations, my energies and my pursuit of positiveness and happiness would have been as effective if that was not the case. This year was the year I rebuilt myself.

I hadn’t realised just how broken hearted I was, or that loving someone who broke your heart, how still loving that person and knowing that the person you have become from loving someone who caused so much pain changes you. So to clarify, yes I still love that person. But the pain of heartbreak is subsiding. It would never be like it was, because I can’t be who I was.

I know now, that the person I have become I owe to them, good and bad, but still with love. But now? What does the future hold for that avenue? I can’t say I know the answer (I do know my answer), but I do know “It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live.” I do dwell on dreams, because I write them, I write the stories of dragons and bizarre creatures and strange people. I do that. But I now know better than to dwell on something out of my control.

My focus for sometime has been adjusted, I have developed mantras for myself, calming and soothing words that propel me forward onto what it is I need to focus upon, everything but that. I cant focus on the love, or the faded pain of heartbreak or what I wish I could change or could have changed. The focus I am trying to change is an alteration of my vibration. That is not to say, that if things changed, if a chance or opportunity should arise, that is to say, should the question be asked, the answer may not, most likely will not be no. (No wonder I cannot be read like I can read another.) I can’t change the past, but the future, that is still such a wonderful opportunity. Not everything is as doomed as some would have you believe. But it never means it would be the same. People do change. I hope I have changed for the better? The positivity that I am trying to bring, the change in vibration, in what I want to attract into my life and dreams and chances, there is so much excitement for a wind of chance.

I sound so hippy right? I should add in an extra “who knows what the future holds?”

But it is true. Since my last birthday: I got an apprenticeship, I learned the value of focusing thoughts and positive thinking, I focused my writing, my attention altered. And now? So have my friendships, my goals and my perspectives. I am more focused on writing and making it a very key feature in my life. I am certainly less love interest orientated. My mantras that I mentioned I picked up from listening to Abraham Hicks occasionally. They are: I am worthy, everything is always working out for me, I am happy that… I am grateful for… It feels good that…

It seems simple doesn’t it? It is something I am still working on one step at a time. I am sure that this is not the last time I will write about the whole notion of positive thinking. It is bloody hard, but when it works it feels good. When things just feel magical and right and natural it feels good.

I don’t mean to talk in riddles. I am just reflective in a non linear fashion.

I have probably spoken a little too much, and revealed a little too much of the private side to myself, the part that stays part of hushed conversations between my best friend and myself over a drink and a chat. Perhaps that is both a good and bad thing.

Anyway. I just want to say thank you for your support and continued reading.

May luck and adventure be on your side!

ARA x x x

Counting Corvids Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Fifteen “Hell Hath No Fury…”

 

“They knew about Mad, they had the facts they are just using this as an excuse.”
“I know, but what can we do?”
“I don’t know”
“Willow isn’t taking this well, at all, I’m worried”
“Well of course not, she blames her self, she shouldn’t but she does.”
“I know but she won’t listen to us, we are her parents”
“We could ask Hunter if he-”
“No dear, we shouldn’t, there is something not quite-” Willows father stopped mid sentence as Willow walked into the kitchen, make a cup of tea, without speaking she left the room. “She is miserable”

“I know, if I could make things better I would do it in a heartbeat”
“I know, but where is she going now? She never spends time in the house anymore.” The front door slammed and Willow walked off down the street. “You don’t think she heard?”
“No, she is too deep in that funk to have heard a thing.”
*
Willow ignored the people going by, she didn’t even notice Hunter drive by. She just carried on walking back to the park, she had been drawn there ever since Madi had died. Part of her couldn’t understand how or why she had stopped feeling guilty. None of this made any sense anymore. She couldn’t work out how it ever had. Willow had started throwing tiny little fireballs into the water by the bridge.

“You shouldn’t do that, exposure risk” Willow whipped her head round to find a man standing behind her. “I don’t care”
“I know, you’re the one aren’t you?”
“What?”
“The chosen one?”
“So?”

“Just because you are the chosen one doesn’t exempt you from the rules you know?”
“Yeah well”
“The rebel without a cause act is see through. We can all see you beating your self up since our Madi’s death”
“Your Madi?”
“She was a Delicai, just like me”
“Yeah well you should have realised your probably safer as far away from me as possible.”
“I don’t believe you, you wouldn’t be here every day torturing yourself if that was true.”
“Can you go now?”
“Why?”
“Just go will you.” He stood there, in frustration she shot another tiny fireball at his feet, he muttered “fine” and left.

*

On Willows way back that evening Willow walked past an alley, she heard screams for help, without a thought she headed in the direction of the cries, not noticing that yet again in the shadows Hunter was in hot pursuit. Willow came across a group of men trying to mug a woman. When Willow arrived, not showing fear, not running from the screams of the woman, not running from them they were surprised by the look of determination in Willow. They let the woman go releasing her wrists and she ran off, but Willow carried on walking towards them. They goaded her, Willow had been looking for an excuse all day and they were giving her one.
She stepped closer growing a fireball in her hand, the gang had no idea what was going on until she threw the ball over their heads and it hit the wall. Hunter’s hand wrapped around Willows wrist as he pulled her back. “Willow you need to stop this”
“I can’t”
“Look stay with me for a couple of days, sort your head out, forget what’s happened a little and relax”
“I guess, I could? Thank you”
“No problem, got to look after my girl” Willow smiled back at him.

 

Counting Corvids Chapter Fourteen Cheeky Extras

High Council

It’s a Delicai thing. A bunch of old guys in robes making decisions for the world. They decide on the greater good. What they says determines the opinion and rules for the rest of the Delicai. Often it’s not a great system.

But once the rule is made, there is no going against it.

There is the odd Elder among the High Council that likes to set ripples and waves of change.

Counting Corvids Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fourteen “Bear Witness”

“That’s not what happened, please you have to listen, she was possessed.”
“Lies, even after death you try to protect her”
“Your wrong that’s not what happened it was Gray”
“How convenient”
“Nothing about this is convenient”
“Silence, my decision is made” The room finally fell silent, Madi struggling to hold her tongue. “Willow is guilty, therefor, no alliance can be made between good and her kind. I will hear no more.” Madi was sent back to the after life without thought.

*

Willow had just caught up with the scorch demon and vanquished it as a figure in golden robes appeared to watch. Hunter held back from the chase hiding behind a tree. “I have come from the high council of all that is good. We heard your case and your crimes. Willow Caroline Weyward, I Eldridge Valentine Percival leader of the high council gave the verdict of guilty upon evidence of the court. It is with heavy heart that I am here to announce that no alliance can be made with you or your kind until true redemption is found.” Willow broke down devastated not hearing his final words before he left as quickly as he had come.

Willow in all her rage encircled herself in a ring of violet fire burning brighter as her anger grew. Hunter finally came out from behind the tree and shimmered behind Willow, pulling her face to face. He tried to calm her but found no joy. Finally he pulled her through the flames onto the other side. “I just wanted to make it right, I just wanted to do them proud, I’ve failed everyone.” Hunter pulled her further from the circle and watched as the entire circle and its inner were consumed in the violet flames reaching up above the tree tops until Willow finally stopped and extinguished them herself.

Hunter stood watching her in pure shock, she had far more power then he had anticipated, and his favourite shirt had been singed as proof. She was as much a marvelous powerful creature as a dangerous weapon.