About Native American ledgens, and some changed ideas, such as the animals on totem poles are actually guardians who look after the tribe. set in modern day america. Still under working progress.
Chapter One - Abducted
Chapter One - Abducted
The raven screeched loudly in fright, flying in fear through the night. Her wings flapped wildly, desperately, as it tried to escape the horror behind her. Weaving in and out of the tall skyscrapers, she could sense it close behind her, yearning to get its deadly grip on her. The terrified bird shrieked in fear, missing a wall by inches. Buildings sprang up from no where, trying to throw the bird off its course for determined freedom. In desperate attempt to escape, the bird dove down to the city below. It dodged through traffic, its tiny heart beating franticly against her fragile ribs in fear, hoping to shake off the predator on her tail. Still it followed. In a frantic attempt to loose the monster, she swerved swiftly into an alleyway. She barely had time to glance over her feathery shoulder as the being closed in on her. With a last scream of terror, the raven was engulfed in darkness as it plummeted towards the concrete ground.
Dezba was not involved in her friend’s conversations; she just walked silently along beside Amy and Lauren as they gossiped about school. She played with the necklace her grandfather had sent her for her twelfth birthday; it was on a leather cord, and off it hung two beads and in the centre, a wooden carving of a raven hung. She was thinking of the dream she had the previous night, the one about the raven trying to escape. She had woken up that morning screaming, her heart beating so hard in her chest that it felt as if it would burst from her chest, pale and shaking. Her Father, Noshi, had calmed her down, cradling her and rocking her on his lap, stroking her hair, retrieving a glass of water and helping her sip it. She was too old to be treated like that, but she liked how caring Noshi could be when she was scared. It was a strange dream, but she usually had unusual dreams, so why was she so obsessed with figuring out what this dream meant. How did she even know it had a meaning? She smiled softly, as her Grandpa Sicheii’s words echoed through her mind: Every dream has a meaning, Dezzie. Whether it’s something that is insignificant, or something that is extremely important. Deathly important. You should always try to figure out what they mean.
Dezba smiled softly; she loved her Grandfather and his weird ways; he was a descendant of some medicine man from back when the Native Americans roamed the plains of America. He was obsessed with their legends and their magic. For her birthday and for Christmas, he always sent her strange objects that they would have used back then, and instructions of how they were used. However, thoughts of her Grandpa Sicheii brought back sad memories too. She had not seen him since she was six, since her father had found her playing with Grandpa Sicheii’s things. He had freaked out when he had saw her playing with his strange smoking pipe and peculiar knife, and an argument had erupted between them. Noshi had yelled at his father for leaving those things lying around, saying Dezba could have got hurt, Sicheii had said she was too smart to do such a stupid thing. They argued over lots of things, until her dad had bellowed that there was no such thing as magic and Sicheii left.
Dezba sighed softly, still playing with her raven necklace, until her thoughts were interrupted by Lauren’s voice.
“So what do you think, Dezzie?” she asked, “Mickey Marshals, hot or not?” she smiled her brilliant white smile. Unlike her, Amy and Lauren were obsessed by the male species, and were constantly grading guys on how good looking they were. Dezba barely joined in, unless they asked her about her opinion. She sighed and thought of Mickey Marshals, trying to decide. She honestly did not have anything in common with the two; and she thought they only talk to her simply because they felt sorry for her. Dezba saw things, creatures that seemed to follow her around. As the years went on, she saw more and more, which looked fiercer and fiercer. She saw them all the time, glaring at her across the street, snarling at her. Sometimes, they looked like normal humans, but when they grinned at her she would see their eyes flash colour, and their teeth would be long fangs. She had Noshi, and he had sent her to a therapist, but somehow the word had gotten out that she was insane, and she had lost many friends quickly. She did not fine it fair.
“Not.” She decided. Her friends paused, then shrugged, and carried on talking about something else. Dezba looked upwards towards the sky, trying to absorb herself in thought again, but it was nearly impossible. She could not get back to her train of thought.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, there was the screech of tires, causing Dezba’s eyes to shoot to the source of the noise. A white van skidded around the corner, almost crashing into several other vehicles as it did. Dezba, Amy and Lauren all stopped in their tracks as they watched as it swerved, speeding along the road, whilst dodging individuals. Then it skidded to a halt beside the three girls; the door flew open, and a boy and a girl looked panicky out at the girls.
“Get her, Honaw!” the girl cried, pushing the darker haired boy out of the van. Dezba’s eyes went wide suddenly, as the boy called Honaw dived forwards. Somehow, she managed to dodge him, before turning and stating to sprint away. The only problem with this was that she was not a fast runner, and before she knew it the boy had her, his arms tight around her waist and lifting her off her feet. She found herself screaming.
“What the hell do you think your doing!” screamed Amy, jumping forwards and trying to stop him, but he was already dragging Dezba back to the van. He had lifted her up by her waist, but that allowed Dezba to scream and kick. He grunted slightly as her elbow connected with his stomach, but he did not loosen his grip on her. The girl helped him pull her into the van by grasping her arms to stop her from clutching the door to prevent her from being pulled into the van.
Dezba was terrified. She struggled and screamed as the people heaved her into the van, and saw her friends equally as scared faces as the door was slammed shut. Inside the van, there were two other boys, one behind the steering wheel, the last one in the back, trying to help the others and hold her still. The inside of the van had no seats, apart from the driver’s seat and the passenger’s seat beside it. In the back, there was just a few seatbelts attached to the walls – that looked as if they had been put there by one of kidnappers – and mattresses, quilts and pillows. Dezba still struggled, snarling slightly. She did everything she could to get them off her as the van sped off.
“This kid’s insane!” cried one of the boys as she tried to bite him.
“Buckle her up!” yelled the boy who was driving. Obeying his orders, the boy who held of her dumped her on one of the mattresses; whilst the remaining boy and the girl grabbed her arms and forced her against the wall of the vehicle. She kicked out wildly as the boy named Honaw lunged forwards, grabbing a seatbelt and buckling it in. She tried to pull away from the others but Honaw pulled the seatbelt so it tightened, pinning her arms to her sides.
Salty, frightened tears rolled down Dezba’s cheeks as she stared fearfully up at the three, who had finally backed off.
“Dezba,” the boy with the longer blond hair said, “my names Mingan. Please, don’t be scared of us.” Mingan paused, glancing at the others, as if unsure whether or not to go on.
“Don’t be scared?” Dezba snorted softly, “You’ve just kidnapped me! How can I not be scared?”
“We didn’t want to,” the girl sighed, “we wanted to talk to you in private, but you were in danger, and we needed to get to you quickly.” Dezba did not answer; she just stared down at her knees, sniffing softly. Tears still trailed down her face, but Mingan leant forwards and brushed them away on the back of his sleeve, ignoring her flinch when he touched her.
“We’re not going to hurt you, Dezba,” he said softly, almost sympathetically, “we just need to talk. We need your help, but if you don’t want to, we won’t make you come with us. Just hear us out, ok?” He paused, lifting her chin so she was looking teary eyed up at the three knelt in front of her. She saw the driver glance at her in the mirror, then returned his gaze on the road. The kids were about her age, apart from the driver who looked a year or two older.
“I want to go home.” She whispered, still feeling scared and now a little bit sick. The boys glanced at each other before sighing and sitting opposite her. The girl gave a small sympathetic smile
They drove in silence for a while, Dezba the only one making a noise when she sniffled softly. It was getting dark before the driver stopped. He paused, turned off the engine, glanced at Dezba; then he climbed over the seats so he was crouched in the back with the others. He knelt directly opposite Dezba, his eyes scanning her face. She swallowed, feeling vulnerable. The boy was handsome; all of the boys were to be honest, and the girl was very tall and beautiful. He had a mane of wild, wavy brown hair, and his eyes were so dark they were almost black. He hesitated for a second, before reaching forwards and unbuckling her. She took no time to shift as far away as she could from them. The driver paused before shifting over to her.
“Dezba, my name’s Chayton. These guys won’t hurt you, and I promise that they won’t touch you unless I instruct them to – which I wont.” He said softly. Dezba swallowed, glancing at the four.
“What do you want with me? Why me? Please, I just want to go home!” she pleaded, biting her lip hard. Chayton sighed softly, before shifting into a sitting position opposite her.
“Dezba, I’m sorry we had to do this, I truly am. You must be terrified right now, but we need your help.” He said softly, “Dezba… what do you know about Native American folk law?”
“What?” she cried, “What the hell are you talking about? You kidnapped me to talk about frigging myths and legends?”
“Can you please answer the question? I swear it’s relevant.” He said softly. I glared at him, before swallowing.
“I know some stuff; my Grandpa loves that type of stuff. He used to tell me some stuff as bedtime stories; he still sends me books, objects, and things.” She growled. He paused, glancing at the others.
“What about animals? Know any of their laws on them?” He asked. Frowning, scared and angry, Dezba looked at the others in confusion, before looking back to Chayton.
“Grandpa said that the animals all have a spirit.” She snapped. He smirked lightly, glancing at his friends. They all looked back at him, then in unison the four turned their eyes back to Dezba.
“Obviously he hasn’t told you everything. Otherwise, you wouldn’t be as… confused as you are.” He said, “I guess I have to explain it to you. Dezba, you’re part of an ancient legend. You’re ancestors aren’t all human, but an animals too, guardians of the Native American tribes.” He said, as if he was talking about a simple day at the park. Dezba stared at him for a moment.
“What the hell?” she cried, staring at one to the other, “Are you guys, like, high? You’re insane! All of you! You kidnap me to tell me that!” She pushed away from them once again, pressing herself up against the van wall. The girl sighed, hitting Chayton upside the head.
“What happened to breaking it to her gently?” she hissed, before crawling towards Dezba with a friendly smile.
“Elu, what happened to letting me deal with it?” he grumbled, rubbing the back of his head.
“Dezzie, I know this may be hard for you, and I know you’re scared and confused, but I also know you’re different from everyone.” She said softly, “You see things, don’t you Dez, things no one else can, things you can’ explain. Men with strange eyes. Dogs that have tusks like walrus’. Daemons.” Dezba had a slight in draw of breath.
“W-who have you been talking to?” she whispered, “The school was told they couldn’t tell anyone about that! It’s confidential!” Honestly, she wanted to cry. She knew she was mad, everyone knew she was, but she could not bare it if four complete strangers came alone and decided to tease her and bully her about it.
“It’s ok, Dez,” Elu said softly, “we’re not going to make fun of you. We see them too. We’re just like you.” She smiled softly, reaching forwards and taking my hands in hers.
“You’re not insane, Dezba. You’re just different; like us. We can all see these daemons. There’s no easy way to explain this, but you need to know. You, Chayton, Mingan, Honaw and I all here on this planet for a reason. We’re in the middle of a war, Dezzie. We’re in the middle of a war against those daemons and hardly anyone knows about it. However, we do. We know about it and we’re the warriors. We’re the fighters, the soldiers in this battle.”
“You’re crazy!” Dezba cried, “Theres no such things as Daemons!” Elu smiled.
“But what if we’re not crazy?” she asked slyly, the smile still across her lips. Dezzie bit her lip.
“Then I’d go home anyway!” she cried, “I’m no warrior! I cannot be expected to save peoples lives! I’m just a regular city girl with hardly any friends. I have a loving dad, who is probably ecstatic with fear right now, and I’m a straight A student, who just wants to go home!” Elu bit her lip, then sighed and wrapped her arms around Dezba sympathetically.
“I’m sorry, Dez, I truly am.” She muttered, “But I’m telling the truth. I wish it wasn’t true, I do. I wish you could live a normal life.”
“But it’s going to be kinda difficult for you if you choose that route in life.” Chayton interrupted. Dezba looked up at him through feared eyes. She did not like him. She was slightly intimidated by him.
“Dezzie, there’s no point saying you’re not one of us. What we’re talking about is passed on throughout generations. That’s how we knew you where one of us: we spoke to your grandfather and he pointed us towards you.”
“Yhea, him. He told up where to find you. Told us you might not know what you really are due to your father. He didn’t like this life so he decided not to embrace it. I promise you Dezba, we will send you back home – if you still feel you can’t fight with us – after you meet Madam Hausisse.” Chayton said. Dezba stared down at her knees.
“Who’s Madam Hausisse?” she said quietly.
“My grandmother.” He replied with a slight shrug. Dezba glanced up at him, before looking back at her knees.
“Can I at least call my friends?” she asked, “they must be sick with worry after you kidna-- after we left like that.” Chayton paused, thinking it over, whilst he looked through his wavy hair.
“Tomorrow.” He decided, “Right now you need sleep.” He paused, before leaning over and muttering something in Mingan’s ear. Mingan looked at him then nodded, before smiling at Dezba and moving next to her. She did not react; she just stared at her knees still. She wanted her dad.
“Hey,” he said softly, “Chay told me to look after you. Do you need anything? Are you hungry?” He was trying to be kind, but Dezba just felt hollow. She shook her head glumly.
“I just want to go home.” She muttered. He sighed and wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her close to him in a comforting manner. She could not even muster up the strength to pull away.
“I know. I was like you; I didn’t know who I was – my parents died when I was too young to even walk. When I met the guys, I was desperate to get away. Before all this, I thought I was going insane as I saw all these daemons. But, unlike you, I couldn’t tell anyone, so I was suffering silently. I didn’t tell any of my friends. When I met the others, and they told me that I wasn’t mental, I felt as if I had a great weight off of my shoulders.” He said. She leant against him, listening to him as he talked.
“Chayton said every generation in our families knew about what we are,” she said quietly, “why didn’t dad tell me? Why not Grandpa Sicheii?” He sighed quietly, looking down at her.
“Every now and again, there can be someone who doesn’t want to accept this life. They’re scared. They live in their shadows of what they truly are; trying to pretend it’s not real. I’m guessing your father didn’t like this life.”
“He was a wuss then?” she sniffed, feeling down.
“No!” Mingan cried, “No, he wasn’t. Just because he was scared doesn’t mean he was a wuss. He just wanted to protect the people he loved, that is all. He kept it from you because he loves you.”
Dezba looked back at the floor. Mingan paused, before slipping his jacket off and pulling it tight around her shoulders.
“You must be cold.” He muttered. Dezba looked up at his bright grey eyes. All she wanted to do was curl up and cry. Around them, Elu was leant against the side of the van, next to Chayton; they where both talking quietly between them, whilst Honaw was already lay asleep in a corner on one of the foamy mattresses, snoring softly. All four of them looked like models.
Elu was tall and thin, with long slim legs that ended with a pair of sandals, where her painted red nails where visible. Dezzie watched as she flicked her brown hair over her shoulder as she spoke quietly to Chayton, and her full lips where parted into a beautiful smile to fulfil her flawless face. She wore simple clothing, a pair of green combat shorts, and a white tank top. Honaw had pale skin, his face also flawless and smooth. His sweeping blond hair was styled and gelled, and even though he moved around a bit in his sleep, it stayed in its perfect style. He wore a black shirt, unbuttoned to show off some of his chest, and a pair of jeans. Chayton’s wavy hair was completed with a straight full fringe. His almond eyes where dark brown, and fixed on Elu. For the first time she had been here, Dezba saw a flicker of a smile on his lips. Finally, there was Mingan; he had jaw length blond, straight hair that was highlighted with brown. He had a warm smile constantly on his face; he created an image of himself as caring person. The only problem with his appearance was his startling stormy eyes.
Dezba did not like it here; she wanted to go home and sleep soundly in her bed, rather than in this freezing van. Tears welled up in her eyes, but she did her best to hide them, dashing them away when she thought the others were not looking, but Mingan noticed.
He sighed sadly, pulling his sleeve up and wiping away the salty streams from the banks of her face.
“Shh,” he muttered, “you’re scared, I know, but it’ll be ok. I promise. As Chay said, if you don’t want to stay, you don’t have to. You’ll be back at home in no time.” He gave her a friendly smile, pushing her hair out of her face.
“Now get some sleep,” he told her, “Madam Hausisse will kill me if I haven’t made sure you had a good night’s kip.” Heaving a mournful sigh, she lay down on one of the squishy mattresses. Mingan crawled away from her, and then returned with a pillow in his arms.
“It’s nothing fancy,” he said, “We’re all vegans in here, so no feathers.” She did not care; she had been a vegetarian since she was nine; a little less animal products was not much of a difference.
She bunched it up underneath her head and glanced at Mingan as he laid a duvet over her. He smiled lightly, his face lit up through the dull, unnatural light that was emitting from a swinging lamp that hung from the ceiling of the van.
“You’ll be home before you know it.” He smiled.