Fic: Arc, Part Nine

[jeriendhal]

“This is how it was, this is how it is, this is how it should be. For the first Vulpine was the Holy Den Mother and She nurtured the first cubs in Her den, while Her mate the World guarded the entrance. When the cubs grew and needed food, it was the Holy Den Mother who created the seeds and directed the World to plow the fields of the first farm and raise the first plants. He brought the crop to Her and She prepared the vegetables and fruits so that they were ambrosia on the lips of Her family, filling their bellies and making them satisfied. And in time when their children aged and could not walk upon the land that was the World, She brought them back to Her den and helped ease their pains and guide them to the green fields, where they were with Her for eternity.”

Marty paused for a moment, letting them absorb his words before he continued. “Now, most of you, perhaps all of you, have absolutely no idea what I’m talking about. You don’t know what a den is, what a farm is, what the Green Fields are. Certainly you don’t who the Holy Den Mother is. You weren’t taught these things because our so-called Wise Masters regarded them as superfluous. Superfluous because they are words that are not required when working for the Varn, because the only deities that they wish to be acknowledged were the Wise Masters. We must toil for them, we must die for them, because a thousand years ago they came to the World and declared that they were the only gods.”

“Before then, we worshipped the Holy Den Mother out gratitude, for she provided comfort and guidance. We were made to worship the Varn because they demanded it, their words holding force because of the guns they trained upon us. But we never forgot who the true Goddess was, and we never forgot the Truth that we knew. The Varn, whatever the source of their true power may be, are mortal.”

There were gasps in the crowd at this bold declaration, but Marty continued before anyone could object. “I know this for fact, for I helped kill one of them. The Varn Mindstrider, mistress of the world of Barbados, is dead at the hands of my mother, who killed her in a righteous rage at the harm that had been inflicted up myself, her son. For there no fury in the universe like a mother coming to the defense of her cubs.”

“The Varn wish you to be nothing more that components in their great machine, serving no one but them. Never giving a thought to yourselves. Never giving a thought to the future. That is why they have attempted to break you of the urge to raise children, to create families. But what they have tried to erase from your environment they could not erase from your souls. That ache you feel in your immortal soul, when your children were taken from your bellies, is the same ache that the Holy Den Mother feels as She looks upon you and sees how the Varn have tried to twist you. She does not wish for you to rebel for Her. She wishes you to rebel for your children, the ones stolen from you and the ones yet to be born. For only once the yoke the Varn have laid across your necks is removed may you stand tall and have the families you deserve.”

“I’ve given all of you a great deal to think about,” Marty said. “Know also that there are many people, Vulpine and alien, who are willing to help you in this great task. Speak to White D6, the vixen who arranged to bring us here, and she will be able to help you contact them, and someday soon you’ll will be able to leave this station and walk free among the stars.” He smiled at all the silent, watching faces, breaking the spell he had cast over them with his words. “Now I think everyone should go back to their bunk rooms and get some rest. Thing about what I said in the coming days.” He stepped down from the humble crate and let White D6 step up.

“You heard him!” White D6 said loudly. “Come in like you left, in small groups. Anyone who wants to talk to me knows how to get in contact. Watch yourselves.” She hopped down as they began to disperse, turning back towards Marty and Lili, eyeing them warily. “I’ve never heard anyone talk like you before,” she said.

“It’s my purpose to inspire, I think,” Marty told her. “The Holy Den Mother’s gift to me, to spread Her word.”

White D6 looked unconvinced. “Did you really mean all of that? About the Holy Den Mother wanting us to have “families” and so on?”

“Yes,” Marty answered simply.

“And did you really kill a Varn?”

“I was there when my mother shot her, yes.”

“Huh.” Still looked perturbed, she led them out of the maintenance bay, into a narrow series of utility tunnels.

“Where are we going now?” Lili asked. White D6’s ruff had risen up, and her tail was curled underneath her, a sure sign of nervous tension.

“Someplace safe,” White D6 answered.

“Whitepelt,” Marty said softly, “we’re alone now, you can tell the truth.”

White D6 stopped abruptly, turning around to face them. “What did you call me?”

“Whitepelt,” Marty repeated. “It’s the name your Wise Master promised you, wasn’t it?”

Comments

[aynne-witch.livejournal.com]

**ting**

there goes that pin dropping -

[jeriendhal.livejournal.com]

Give that girl a kewpie doll. :)

[mjkj.livejournal.com]

Awww, and betrayed...

I think she soon will see her failure and try to make up for it -- while Lili for sure will kill her...

And Whitepelt -- well, Marty or anybody else could have given her that name also =)


mjkj



PS: Oh well I think I have found some errors or typos here:

“Before then, we worshipped the Holy Den Mother out of gratitude, for she provided comfort and guidance.


The Varn Mindstrider, mistress of the world of Barbados, is dead at the hands of my mother, who killed her in a righteous rage at the harm that had been inflicted upon myself, her son.


For only once the yoke the Varn have laid across your necks is removed may you stand tall and have the families you deserve.”
I would reverse it into you may (but that also might be because I am no native English speaker...)


“Now I think everyone should go back to their bunk rooms and get some rest. Thing about what I said in the coming days.” He stepped down from the humble crate and let White D6 step up.
Think

...so, that is all that I have found :)