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CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN- THE HEART WOOD
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THE REJECTED LUNA CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN- THE HEART WOOD
Fourth branch was not a branch.When black tarp was pulled off flat bed trailer on far bank by silver gloved fire keepers who had run from Under Lake white claws and glowing blue water and three white flames warm that gave heat and melted White ice a little, what lay on trailer was not dead black wood like first branch and second branch and third branch that smoked black smoke that sank even before lit and burned black cold flame that drinks light and then white warm flame that gives heat after I anointed fire white through White ice and root water and Under Lake guard.What lay on trailer was heart.Old Oak heart wood is blacker than dead body wood, Baba had whispered once by fire when she thought I was asleep, blacker than dead body wood because dead body wood is branch that died, heart wood is heart that still beats even after tree was cut into pieces by Council in White War to make fire that kills Whites, heart that still beats under snow somewhere deep where Oak roots go deepest
THE REJECTED LUNA CHAPTER TWENTY SIX- THE UNDER LAKE
The white claw that broke through White ice at the fishing hole was not a wolf claw.Wolf claws, even White wolf claws like mine now to shoulders with white fur that glows, even White Guardian claws like Jax now white fur and white eyes blazing with white lines that cannot slide off, even First Mother white claws that I saw in water reflection when Mara smiled sad, are curved and sharp and made to tear.This claw was straight. Long. Thick as my waist. White as White ice that I had anointed with full anointed blood and White Moon light. But not fur. Scale. Or ice that grew like scale. Or scale that grew like ice.It grabbed edge of White ice at fishing hole where glowing blue water bubbled and melted a little from warm white flames that now burned on two branches on far bank, and it pulled.White ice cracked, not like ice cracks under black smoke that drinks light, but like ice cracks when something underneath that has slept for hundred years wakes up because gray flame called it.Gray
THE REJECTED LUNA CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE- THE SECOND BRANCH
Mara in water reflection smiled but her eyes were sad.She knew what it cost to anoint fire white. She had anointed ice once to save baby Eliza when Silas Guardian died holding black flame off with his body. She had become empty White after, Baba told me by fire when she thought I was asleep. Empty White who cannot anoint again for long time, who cannot make White ice, who cannot heal burned palms fast, who is just White with white hair and white eyes but no First Mother light inside chest.Empty White can still be loved. But empty White cannot save village and lake and Guardian whose wolf is going quiet because moon is gone.I knelt at edge of White ice island where my palms were in white smoke that had turned black smoke white, where White ice under knees melted a little into glowing blue water that smelled like snow and moon and Mara hands, where reflection showed young Mara twenty five years ago with Silas behind her.Behind me, Jax four lines dimmed to almost nothing, yellow eyes
THE REJECTED LUNA CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR- FULL ANOINTED
Water that has waited under White ice for hundred years does not taste like water.It tastes like snow that never fell, like moon that never set, like Mara hands when I was six and she washed my hair in basin and sang old tongue song that mother said was nonsense but was not nonsense, was First Mother song.I drank.One handful, then another, because once mouth touches First Mother water under lake that is connected to Oak roots, white wolf inside stops howling fight and protect and howls more.Cold hit my throat, then heat, then cold again, then light.Light poured down throat into chest into belly into hands that had been burned by silver net and silver knife and were healing and burning and healing.Light poured into moon mark on neck where Jax had left Guardian moon to keep me alive when I should die in warm lands where anointed Whites get sick.Light poured into white hair down to waist that had been half anointed after I poured over head inside Oak instead of drinking.Light pou
THE REJECTED LUNA CHAPTER TWENTY THREE: THE ANOINTING OF ICE
I had never anointed anything before.I poured light over my head inside the Old Oak and that made my hair go all white and my eyes go white and my claws come out up to elbows. I gave light to Jax through a bite on his neck and that stopped his bleeding and made his four lines glow steady instead of bleeding light. But anointing ice was new. White wolf inside me howled the words and my hands knew before my mind knew and now my palms were flat on cracking ice island that was shrinking under me and Jax and light was spreading.Not bright light like moon mark on neck. Thin white light, like watery milk, running across ice in veins, following cracks, filling cracks, freezing cracks shut again.Where white light touched black smoke that sank from Old Oak fire branch on far bank, smoke hissed and pulled back a little, like it did not like light that came from anointing instead of from burning.On far bank, Elder Selene in white cloth council coat, white hair cut short like Council, not long
THE REJECTED LUNA CHAPTER TWENTY TWO: THE FIRE THAT KILLS EVEN ANOINTED
Old Oak wood does not burn like normal wood.In Wolf Creek, when a tree dies, you cut it and it burns orange and warm and it smells like smoke and it keeps you alive in winter. Old Oak wood, Baba said, burns black and cold. It does not give heat. It takes light. It takes life from Whites because Old Oak was where first White was made, so fire made from its dead body knows how to unmake White.That is what second wave brought.Behind Council six trucks that were already parked on snow bank at edge of frozen lake, two more bigger trucks came, lights off, moving slow, dragging something on a flat bed trailer, covered in black tarp that smoked black smoke that sank instead of rose. Even from middle of lake, two hundred meters away, I could feel cold coming off that tarp. Not winter cold. Unmake cold.Elder Selene voice came again through loudspeaker, female, older, cold, no teacher softness like Mordecai, just ice.“White village, you have four minutes. Give us unregistered anointed half
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