Sethra Pt.6

When she awoke, Alas found herself nose to snout with a big, fat pig.

An ugly creature whose wrinkled skin hung over its eyes, whiskers on its chin and drool

dangling from its lower lip as it stupidly chewed the apple cores that littered the cart that

Alas found herself in. Before she could blink the sleep from her eyes, another apple core

flew from somewhere near the front of the cart, landing squarely on Alas’ head. Wresting

with the blanket of hay, she flailed madly trying to get to her feet.


“Hey there are people in this pig pile” she shouted. “watch were you are throwing those



“Oh, you are awake. Finally.” came a familiar silky voice.


Alas recognized her as the angry gypsy from the night before. Her hand reached to her

throat and she froze, shocked. Then, that horrible nightmare hadn’t been a nightmare at

all, she thought to herself.

Tracing her fingers across the jeweled choker, she asked in a far off voice, “where am I?”

“in a pig pile,” for the first time, Alas heard joy in the gypsy’s voice.

Alas made a face, “well, where are we going?” the gypsy didn’t answer. As if Alas wasn’t

even there, she began to hum to herself. Giving up, Alas sunk back into the heap of straw

where she had awoken. The pig, whom Alas had dubbed, Oinkers, was a cuddler. The two

spent their day being jostled in the back of the cart. Together, they ignored the gypsy and

in turn she ignored them.



Sethra pt. 5

Sethra – Official Sethra page

Raising itself, the snake stopped within an inch of Alas’ face. She could see two long fangs

glinting as it’s tongue brushed against her chin and cheeks, smelling her. Alas kept still,

trying not to let a tremble of dread show as the serpent’s body landed heavily on her

forearm. Snakes were not slimy and slippery creatures as Alas had thought but were dry,

warm and muscular.  Hands clenched tightly at her sides, muscles spasming, knuckles

white. Any moment, the creature could decide to sink its fangs into her, inject its deadly

venom, and Alastair would be dead. A lot of horrible things had happened in her short life,

she had been left alone and defenseless very young. After everything she had managed to

survive, Alas didn’t want to die, but couldn’t help but wonder if the venom would hurt or

perhaps she would simply fall asleep and never wake up. By now, the snake was coiling

about her arm, reaching the upper part of her shoulder. She felt every muscle of the

creature as it curiously wrapped itself around her. the cool scales felt strange and good

against her skin.


So intent on the snake, Alas had forgotten about the old woman who sat watching with her

coal black eyes sparkling. With a large silver needle in hand, she stabbed in Alas’

direction, causing her to jerk back in surprise. Instantly there was chaos as the viper slid

around Alas’ throat, squeezing violently. In response, Alas threw her body to the wood

floor boards, her hands scratching at the snake’s scales. Instinct flooded her body, turning

Alas into a senseless beast, desperate for survival. Her body bucked and bent as she used

every muscle in an attempt to remove the creature from around her neck. The snaked

hissed, its jaws opened wide and then sank its fangs into the delicate flesh of Alas’ throat.


This was how she was to die? Alas thought, before she could accomplish anything she had

set out to do?


Excruciating pain burned through her as the venom hit her blood stream. The poison

created visions in her mind. Alastair thought she saw a bright light glowing from the

snake’s tail as it rattled in front her. It was a fantastic blue, filling up the snake, like

pouring water in a glass.Light pressed itself into every dark crevice of the room. Laughter

of the old woman danced through her head. Alas was surrounded by many faces, old and

young, hidden in the smoke. They peered at her curiously, not saying a word. Spots began

to fill the room, red, yellow, black. they danced like beautiful flowers as the room spun

faster and faster. The pain was gone now. She pressed her hand to her throat and there

was no snake, only a silver choker with large stones resting cool against her skin.


If dieing was this beautiful of a dream, Alas wonder what the after life would be like. The

room spun so fast now that Alas fell back, slamming her head hard against the floor. the

last thing she saw was the old woman with the many faces dancing around her, fading into

the mists, her throaty laughter eerily bouncing throughout Alas’ subconscious.



To be continued….


Star Eaters Pt. 2

Star Eater Pt. 1


“Gaea” her name was being called, ripping her away from the seeing glass. “Gaea,” it was

her mother’s soft voice trailing through grandfather’s dark shelter. Reality set in, she had

been sitting there for hours, soaking in this world. Gaea was shocked at herself, to be so

easily sucked in by a hobby, a pass time.


Unnerved, she shot from the chair and in a calm voice greeted her mother, “hello

mother.” her mom’s face didn’t hold its usual soft smile.


Nona stood still in the doorway. Her angular features and long yellow silver hair were

classic in their beauty. Nona gazed at her father’s body, “why didn’t you tell me he was

passing?” the only indication of inner turmoil was the slight crease between her mother’s



Gaea blinked, this was the most upset she had ever seen her mother but in her mind all

she could do was wonder how a human would respond. Had any one in Gaea’s world shed a

tear for something other than their own physical pain?


Gaea’s mind flashed back to the young girl of earth. A girl that had appeared to have the

same eyes as Gaia; green and deep. Gaea had been intrigued by the affection the girl had

given a young man who worked in her father’s house. The girl was named Myrrah. The

name felt strange in Gaea’s mouth. The Earth couple had professed their love to another,

and Myrrah had given herself to the man heart, soul and body. In the morning light, he

left her and the truth came out that he hadn’t loved the girl. He had lied to her, tearing her

heart in two. Myrrah cried so hard, red rimmed, exhausted, her green eyes grew dim.

Myrrah became nothing more than a shell, lying prostrate on the ground, too broken to



Gaea had watched and her own heart throbbed, her throat had worked to breath and

pressure built in her chest. A single wet tear trickled down Gaea’s cheek. It had taken

several minutes before she felt in control of her emotions. Even now, just remembering

Myrrah’s heart brake, Gaea felt a swell of sadness. However, Gaea had only felt a fraction

of Myrrah’s pain.


The feeling had been so alien to Gaea that she had gasped for breath at the sudden pain

in her chest. That is the true feeling of loss. Nana realized that her mother was staring at

her in silence. Quickly shaking her head side to side, as if to disrupt her thoughts, Gaea

tried to put the humans out of her mind. It was just a game, she told herself. But Gaea was

beginning to doubt that what her grandfather had built was a game and that doubt scared

her. She didn’t want to become like him, obsessive and cut off from her true reality.


“I told him I would keep his game running.” and though the statement didn’t explain

much of anything, her mother nodded in silent understanding.

“I will call the carriers” her mother said softly voice and then turned to leave.


The Carriers came to transport the body of the deceased. Their woven shrouds covered

their bodies. To be a Carrier meant you were forbidden to speak, an oath that all Carrier’s

make before they don their shrouds. It was an honor to be a Carrier and it took years of

sacrifice and discipline over ones self to even qualify. The most grueling part of the

process is the final test. No one but the Carriers know what it is and all are forbidden to



Mother and daughter silently stood outside the room as they waited for the carriers to

perform their duties. With the last shrouded figure’s graceful exit, Nona and Gaea began

tidying up. Grabbing the piles of clothes her grandfather had left discarded and used on

the ground, Gaea grimly smiled. Grandfather had never been a very tidy man, once a week

her mother, Nona, would have to set everything to rights once more. In his living quarters,

grandfather had been a walking disaster. His work area though, he kept respectably neat,

for him. There were stains from assorted substances all over the desk, chair and floor.

Papers were filed as notes that he had made recently and a pile with a note saying

“Everything else”. Bits and scraps of paper were floating around and so Gaea scooped

them into a pile she called Miscellaneous. Her sigh was heavy.


It would take a lot of effort to organize his Earth project. First Gaea would need a filing

system. She shook her head at the idea. Why was she even thinking these things?

Narrowing her eyes, Gaea sternly told herself that she would not be continuing the Earth



Nona moved toward Grandfather’s desk, toward Earth, a large basket of recyclables in

her arms. His tools thrown haphazardly inside as she reached to tear down the sketches

that had been tacked to the wall.


Gaea’s heart skipped a beat. Her skin felt like it would stretch off her body in order to

stop her mother. Her throat contracted in that same way when she had felt the tears well

up inside. Couldn’t her mother see?


Gaea’s heart caved like that of an imploding star, “No!” Gaea screamed, a mirror image

of Myrrah’s. The sound had ripped at Gaea’s vocal chords. It was such a strange feeling. It

was as if Life was pumping through her, trying to escape the confines of her own flesh.

Her cheeks flushed and everything seemed to beat inside of her, almost painful with how

alive she had become.


Nona stared at her daughter, hard. Something between surprised and disappointed was

revealed in Nona’s features. The small crease between her brows returned, even more

defined, showing how distressed she was at her daughter’s outburst.


Gaea realized in that moment that she hadn’t lied to her grandfather, she had lied to



Planet Earth was a real breathing organism and like any small defenseless star that

needed a hand in growing up, Gaea was going to defend it.


-L.P. Gelseth