Tuesday, November 19, 2013
A Foreign Shore ~ Part 3
“The white man?” November raised an eyebrow.
Badger nodded. “They came upon our shores about thirty days ago. They have sticks that shoot fire. One of our young braves became victim to this fire stick. We do not know how to fight them. I hope you can help with that.”
“Have you tried flying the white flag of peace?” asked November.
“They are just as scared as us as we are of them,” explained Badger. “That’s how our young brave was killed.”
November motioned to the stallion. “And how is Citrine’s threatened?”
“The white man has captured his kind, enslaving them,” said Badger.
November hugged herself as she shivered. “How can I help?”
“I believe,” started Badger, “that you can use your power to calm the white man so we can set some boundaries.”
November shook her head. “I don’t have my powers here.”
Badger’s eyes widened. “You don’t?”
“I tried to talk to Citrine when I got here, but couldn’t hear him. I thought at first it was because I was on mortal grounds, but since then I’ve tried to converse with my father but the connection isn’t there. That tells me I don’t have my magic.”
“Then I’m not sure there is any hope for us.” Badger looked down.
“I wouldn’t be so sure,” said November, a sympathetic smile on her lips. “There is magic everywhere.”
“How do you mean?” asked Badger.
November pointed to a child swaddled in her mother’s arms. “That babe is magic. The flowers and trees are magic. The stallions, fawns and eagles are all magic, just not in the sense of the magic I possess. But magic come from this life. And there is nothing more magical than an aura of peace, with the intent of harmony.”
“So what do we do now?” asked Badger.
“We create a sense of peace so great they can’t ignore it,” said November. She look to Citrine. “Gather all the animals that will come, we’re going to need them all.”