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Sin's Of The Father	By : fusedtwilight Category: Twilight Series > General Views: 2997 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Sins of the Father

Chapter 19

Fusedtwilight: Thanks to my beta animegirlkiki for betaing and thanks to cheyennenichole for the review.

"Look out!" Jake yelled.
Seth dodged as the monster swiped its claws at him.
The wolves were investigating some murders that had occurred around a river close to the tribes' lands. People were found around that area torn to shreds.
Terra said he believed it was a Mishibijiw, creature that was part dragon, part cougar. It drowns it's victims before it devours them.
They had been exploring the area where the murders happened. Terra said the creature was probably trying to get as close to Qahla as it could but thanks to his spells it wasn't able to get any closer.
He said the Mishibijiw was a low level spirit, just an animal really. It didn't have any magical powers to speak of so they would not need Terra's help.
They decided to try and lure it out. Terra warned them not to try and go after it in the water. It was fast on land but the water was where it was the fastest.
They had used raw meat from a freshly killed deer and put it close to the water. The water was deep, perfect for hiding in wait. The wolves hid behind some trees and waited.
They almost gave up hope, but the water started to ripple and the beast emerged from the water. It was huge, twice as big as Jake, it was sleek, it looked like a cougar, except it had scales, its tale was about fifteen feet long and looked like a snakes tail. Terra had warned them to watch out for it; apparently it was used like a whip when it was in a fight and a rope when it was dragging someone to drown. Its eyes were big and yellow and were like slits, the teeth were long and needle like, it didn't have a nose, just a pair of slits.
It walked up to the meat and sniffed it, then began to savagely tear into it. Jake gave the order for them all to attack. Paul, Jared and Embry ran around it, cutting off its escape route.
Jake, Seth, Leah, Quil, and Sam charged at it from the front. But then it spun around, its tail lashing at them. Seth tried to catch it from the side but the beast saw this and swiped at him with its claws.
"Thanks Jake!" Seth said.
"God this thing is ugly!" Leah said.
"How do we kill it?" Quil asked.
"Terra said to just rip its head off or tear out its throat!" Sam said.
"Easier said than done," Paul said.
The Mishibijiw was fast for its size, they couldn't get it from the back because its tail would snap at them, and it would swipe at them with its long sharp claws.
"Alright guys, we are all going to charge at it at the same time. GO!" Jake ordered.
They all rushed at it the same time. It tried to do its spin attack, but Jake, Embry and Paul managed to jump over the tale and land on the creature. They bit and clawed at the beast, it let out a squeal like a pig.
It wrapped it's tail around Leah's waist and with surprising strength for such a thin tail it tossed her to the side. Sam grabbed the tail with his mouth and ripped it off.
Leah joined the fray, furious at being tossed. Within moments the creature was dead.
The wolves' muzzles and paws were covered in blood.
"Nasty!" Seth said eating some grass to get the taste of blood out of his mouth.
"Thing was a nasty piece of work," Jared said.
"What should we do with the body?" Quil asked.
"Terra said it would disappear back into the spirit world," Jake said.
"Do you guys here thunder?" Seth asked.
Just then there was a sound of thunder in the sky.
"Odd, there is no lightning," Sam said.
"Can't be, you can't have thunder unless...THUNDERBIRD!"
They all ran for Terra's, he didn't live to far away. It would have taken longer if they were human, but since they were in wolf form it didn't take as long.
They were almost to his hut when they heard a loud boom like thunder. When they arrived Terra was outside with a thoughtful look on his face. They phased back to human and ran over to Terra.
"Was it the thunderbird?"
"Did he have a reply?"
"Is Q'wati coming?"
They bombarded Terra with questions but he waited for them to quiet down before he spoke. "Yes, it was the thunderbird. Yes he did have a reply. No, Q'wati is not coming."
The wolves who had been excited now stared at him with open mouthed shock.
"Q'wati does not believe it is his problem."
"Not his problem! But were his people! He created us!" Leah yelled.
Terra shrugged. "Q'wati says the Quileute people must solve this themselves. He is well aware of our situation and also of Taha Aki's plan to reverse the ritual Utlapa performed. So he sees no reason to help us."
"But...but...he's our great spirit, why won't he help us?" Seth asked.
"Because, you're a big tribe now and you can't expect your creator to wipe your ass for you all the time," Terra said.
"He said that?" Seth asked.
"No, I did," Terra said.
"That was the most insensitive thing to say! This is our belief system you are talking about!" Sam said.
"Yeah, in case you haven't noticed, I could care less about being sensitive," Terra said.
He turned and walked back in his hut. Leaving a group of very pissed off werewolves.

"You know, if you don't calm yourself, you can't project your spirit," Terra said.
The two of them and Qahla sat in the woods. Terra was trying to teach him spirit walking and Jake was still angry at him for being so callous.
"Yeah, in case you haven't noticed, I could care less about being calm right now," Jake said.
Terra sighed. "Seriously? Your still making a fuss about that?"
"Yes, I am. You sir are an asshole! I have met blood thirsty vampires who had more tact then you do! It's bad enough we have to deal with this magical bullshit...no offense Qahla."
"None taken," Qahla said.
"But we also have to deal with you and your stuffy, angsty ass! Woe is me, I am Terra, Mr. can't stand living because I have lived so freaking long but I am immortal so I get my kicks off by making everyones life a living hell!"
Jake took a few deep breaths after having gotten that all off his chest.
"Sorry," was all Terra said.
"What?" Jake asked.
Terra sighed. "I know I can be hard to deal with Jake. But you have to understand, I have done this so many times. I have lost count how many times I have had someone tell me what a prick I am. I try not to be. But after all these thousands of years, I just don't care anymore."
"That was you in the story huh?" Jake asked.
"Figured it out did you?" he asked.
"I did too," Qahla said looking proud of himself.
"Look you have to understand, I get something bad happened to you, but you can't let it rule you. That was a long time ago man."
Terra sighed again. "You don't get it, I came to terms with what happened to my mother and father a long time ago, Jake. After I left my home I wondered around for a while. I would go to tribe to tribe and teach them what they taught me and learn from them, but over time my power and inability to age made them fear me and they always cast me out eventually. In my bitterness I started conquering the tribes; I made them worship me as a god. But even that got boring for me after a long time. I can't even begin to tell you how many times I have married, or how many children I have had. In fact, if I had to guess, I would say about eighty percent of the world's population is related to me by blood."
"Dude...how many kids did you have?" Jake asked.
"Add in the number of times I have procreated and the length of time I have had to make kids and then add the numbers of children my children have had over a period of time...yeah about eighty percent."
"Am...am I related to you?" Jake asked.
Terra put his hand on Jake's head and after a few seconds pulled it back. "Yep...but there is like two thousand years separating us though."
"Wow...so your kids are not immortal?"
"Nope, all human. They all die, they all wither and fade, leaving me behind to remember and mourn. That is why I don't get close to anyone Jake. Friends, lovers, sworn enemies, they all die. Even vampires die. Just tear them apart and burn the pieces. Not me. I was there at Hiroshima when they dropped that A-bomb. Know what it's like to have your atoms blown apart then reconstructed? It's not fun."
Jake was quiet for a moment.
"I have seen it all and done it all. I have been the hero and the villain, the victim and the victor, the ruler and the servant, I have been king and god, and I have been to the icy arctic all the way to the vibrant woods. I can speak languages that no one knew ever existed, I remember animals that you only see in a museum, I have been there for the greatest moments of human history and altered the course of the planet itself. So imagine what it must be like for me Jake. There is nothing left for me to see or do. Because I have seen and done it all. And yet I still continue to live, I go on with nothing to live for...and it won't end."
"I...I don't know what to say Terra. I really don't."
"I don't need you to comfort me Jake, I am well beyond that. I just need you to see things from my point of view. And you want to know something else? I envy you."
"Me?" Jake asked looking shocked. This coming from a guy who fears nothing and has more power in his pinky then a vampire does in their whole body. This guy who made Jake feel like an ant envied him?
"You, your friends, family, hell even the Cullens. Hell the world. All of you are so new, so young. You have so much to do and so little time. You are still so fresh and willing to take on the world. I am just a sad old man, who can't die. Who changes his name and borrows the form of another just to keep himself entertained. The only reason I even took this damn job was because I was bored."
"I thought you said you owed us for something?" Jake asked.
"Oh yeah, that too."
"Care to explain?"
"Oh, I was the one who taught your tribe how to spirit walk."
"...What!" both Qahla and Jake said.
"Yes. Before the time of Kahaleha I was found by your people. I was a bit insane back then and despite my obvious madness your people took pity on me and took me into their tribe and fed and clothed me. Eventually I got my mind straight enough I taught them how to spirit walk. I mean, they really needed it. The Hoh and the Makahs were kicking your tribe's ass back then. It was sad. I didn't want to be stuck in the role of hero, having to defend them every time they were invaded. I sensed that many in your tribe had the spark and taught them how to project their souls into the spirit world to manipulate the weather and control animals. Real simple stuff you know. So I guess in a way I am responsible for this mess. Had I not taught your people haw to spirit walk Utlapa would have never stolen Taha Aki's body nor cursed Qahla. But then again if I hadn't taught them how to do that they would have been conquered so I guess it evens things out."
"Is there anything you haven't done?" Jake asked.
"No, weren't you listening?" Terra asked.
"It must be lonely though, keeping the world at such a distance," Qahla said.
"Of course, but it's either that, or get close and lose it all over and over again," Terra said.
"Isn't there something you can do? Some way to die?" Jake asked.
"No...For over five thousand years I have been trying to find a way. But when I ate from that fruit I was woven too tightly into the fabric of creation...I am not even sure if there won't be consequences if I die."
"What does that mean?" Qahla said.
"I am woven deeply into creation child; I have played such a large role in both the mortal world and the supernatural world. If I did somehow die who knows what would happen. Maybe creation would find a replacement for me? I may not be one of the higher powers but I still fill an important role."
"Higher powers?" Jake asked.
Terra sighed. "I swear the ignorance people have now days is revolting. I am talking about gods of course."
"Gods? Like Zeus, Thor and all them?" Jake asked.
"Yes. They are real. In a sense. Many of the gods from one culture are actually the same gods from another. Gods are actually the result of human belief manifesting through magic."
Terra saw Jake and Qahla didn't understand, he could tell from the looks on their faces.
"Alright, you know how they say belief is powerful?"
They nodded.
"Well they are right. See, magic in its purest form is chaos. Chaos that wants to be brought to order and take form. But it lacks will of its own and needs the will of another to form it. When enough people, whether they be normal or supernatural believe in something, truly believe with all their hearts the wild magics respond to that belief and can manifest their belief in physical form."
"So...by believing in gods...humans created them?" Jake said.
"Bingo."
"But what about all the different beliefs about how mankind was created?" Jake asked.
"What about them? If you look closely enough you will notice many creation myths are similar," Terra said.
"So all the gods are real and many are one in the same?" Jake asked.
"Yep."
"So what do you mean by creation might replace you despite not being one of the higher powers?" Jake asked.
"I am glad you caught that. It's good to see your generation still is able to make intuitive leaps. It is possible for a god to die. There is no such thing as immortality Jake. Many myths depict gods dying. But their deaths are not like mortal deaths. You may destroy their physical form, but their essence. The pure raw magic formed from human belief will simply find a new vessel to inhabit and a new version of that deity will be formed."
"Are you a god?" Qahla asked.
"No, I am not a god young one, I was not created from human belief. I was a mortal once, a long time ago."
"Do these gods still exist?" Jake asked.
"Oh yes."
"Will they...try to come after Qahla?"
"No, they have no reason to. They are similar to the greater spirits. They exist regardless of human faith, though they do draw power from having many followers. Some pretend to be humans, others run little cults in honor of themselves, others simply exist to fulfill their roles in the order of life."
"So why don't they...you know, make us worship them? Why don't they still walk amongst us and interact with humans?" Jake asked.
Terra smiled. "Because a certain someone made a rule about gods being worshiped instead of him."
"...You don't mean-"
"Less talking more spirit walking," Terra said.
They continued to train. Many hours passed and Jake was having no luck, though Terra was reassuring him he was doing fine.
"It takes time to separate the spirit from the body. The problem is the spirit wants to stay within its vessel, you have to learn to kind of...force yourself out."
"Isn't there a more easy way to do this?" Jake asked.
"There are ways. Killing you would be the simplest way but that kind of nulls the point of training you...there is the Buddhist astral projection spell."
"What's that?" Jake asked.
"Whats a Buddhist?" Qahla asked.

They were back at Jake's house in Jake's room.
Jake lay on his bed, Qahla sat next to him. They watched as Terra lit a few candles and placed them on Jake's dresser.
"This spell was developed by the Buddhists a long time ago. It separates the spirit from the body, allowing one to traverse the higher realm of the spirit world."
He walked over to Jake; he held a small bronze bell in his hand. "I will chant the spell and use the bell to emit a frequency that will sever the links between your spirit and body...this might hurt a little."
"Define a little?" Jake asked.
"A lot, like having razors peel your flesh off," Terra said.
"...Isn't there a less painful way to do it?" Jake asked.
"God, all I ever hear from you lot is bitch, bitch, bitch," Terra said.
He walked up to Jake who fought the urge to gulp.
"I will chant, whatever you do, do not interfere, if I break the spell before I finish we will have to start all over again. So let's begin."
Terra took a deep breath and started to chant. It was a low soft murmur, soothing even. Jake felt his eye lids starting to drop. Then Terra rang the bell and Jake flinched. The bell despite being so small made a very high pitched sound. But he did not stop Terra.
Terra continued to chant and Jake felt his body relax and become heavy. But then Terra ran the bell and his whole body exploded in a fiery burning pain. He briefly wondered if this was the same pain a mortal felt when under the burning pain of vampire venom. But the pain faded.
He tried to move but his body felt heavy and would not move.
Terra continued to chant and he could no longer fell the bed under him, had it not been for the sound of Terra's voice chanting he would think he was about to fall asleep.
Then the bell sounded one more time and despite the fact his eyes were closed Jake saw a white light that exploded from the unbelievable pain he felt. It was so intense he could no longer hear Terra chanting.
When the pain died down he opened his eyes and got up. Terra stood there, looking at him blankly. There was an odd light around Terra; it was a light blue color. There was a shape inside that light, beneath the light, beneath Terra's skin, Jake could only make out a faint humanoid shape. There was always a sense of age and wisdom from Terra, but now Jake could feel that age pressing down on him, seeping into his bones, making him ache with it.
Then he turned to look at Qahla and he couldn't believe what he saw. A deep, fiery golden light emanated from him. It was that same beautiful power he saw enter Qahla's mother in Taha Aki's memory. Jake could not help but stare, it drew him in, beckoned to him, though it did not have the same press of time like Terra's did.
"It is done," Terra said.
There was something off about his voice. It had a double tone. Like two people were speaking instead of one.
"What do you mean?" Jake asked standing up.
Terra pointed and Jake looked down. His body lay on the bed. No light came from it, in fact, just looking at his body he felt like he was looking at a shell, at something completely empty. He felt a strong desire to go back inside himself. He felt oddly naked without his body.
But he looked at his hands and they were hands, hell he was even wearing his cloth's.
But he did notice something strange, there was a thin silvery string connecting him and his body at the heart. He felt it between his fingers and could feel his heart beating through it.
"That string is the connection between you and your body, with it you can find your body no matter where you go," Qahla said. Jake noticed he didn't have the odd double voice Terra had.
"What happens if it is cut?" Jake asked.
"Don't worry, you won't die. You just won't be able to find your body," Terra said.
"So I am a spirit now?" Jake asked.
"Yes, and as I am sure you have already noticed things about us you never did before right?" Terra asked.
"Yes. Why are you guys glowing?" Jake asked.
"Because you see our magic. Since ours is so intense we glow like flares, most will only glow faintly."
"Not that I am complaining or anything but why am I wearing clothes?" Jake asked.
"Spirits are not bound by flesh, you can change your shape to appear as whatever you want, but your mind is presently subconsciously giving you a form you understand and are familiar with," Terra said.
"Oh...so...no one can see me?"
"Save us and other mystically gifted people yes," Terra said.
"So I can walk through walls and fly and...do other stuff?"
"If you mean like manipulate the weather and commune with the beasts yes but that will take practice," Terra said. "Qahla will teach you those while I guard your body."
"Why don't you teach me?" Jake asked.
"Someone needs to look after your body. It would be a shame if something happened to it, we don't want another Utlapa incident do we? Besides the child knows all the tricks of spirit walking. I have placed magical words around your house for extra protection. Once you leave the house you won't be able to get back in unless I let you. I will let you back in once you are done."
"And that will be when?" Jake asked.
"When Qahla says it is okay," Terra said.
Qahla stood up. "Don't worry Jake, we're going to make you into a fine spirit warrior."

They were at the beach.
Jake stared in wonder. There were...creatures in the water. Some were fish like, others were like mermaids, others were odd mixtures of man and sea creature and they were all in the water. A few were on land; they stared at the trio, some in curiosity, others with friendly wonder, and others with aggressive need.
Qahla was in a pair of jean shorts and a white shirt. He wore his bracelet but particles of his power escaped and drifted off into the spirits fusing with them and making them stronger.
Above them wind spirits flew around, some were bird like, others were like angels, he did see some horse shaped wind spirits running around.
He could feel the earth spirits beneath them moving around, every once in a while he spotted an eye looking at them from the ground, but it would soon disappear as if shy.
Some were beautiful, some were monstrous. And there were hundreds of them. Some nodded at Jake in greeting; others seemed to view him with contempt. But none got too close.
"It's because of me," Qahla said. "When I first returned there were not so many of them. But now..."
"There is so many of them," Jake said.
"There used to be more back in my day. Now there are hardly any spirits. But my power is giving them strength, waking them up. In a way...I am happy because I really like spirits when they are not being mean and nasty. It almost feels like I am in my own time."
"Will they attack us?" I asked.
"No. They are low level spirits; they are the more animal like."
I looked at a wind spirit shaped like a lion. Unlike some of the other winds who were like gentle breezes this ones was more violent looking, like a storm. It was chasing one of the smaller wind spirits around, when it caught it it opened it's maw and swallowed the little wind spirit whole.
"That's one of the howling gales. They are the more violent aspect of the wind element. The spirit it ate was what Terra calls a Zephyr. They are gentle wind spirits, they are the form of wind in a relaxing breeze."
"You sure that Howling Gale won't try to attack us?" I asked.
"I told him to stay away. That's the thing about low level spirits, they are harmless really. Easily controlled. And that is how we are going to teach you to manipulate the weather. By ordering the lower spirits of nature."
"How do I do that?" I asked.
"When the spirit Warriors of old did it, they would command the lower spirits to do their work for them. Spirits communicate through telepathy. You can will them to do as you wish as long as your will is strong. But I must warn you, controlling one spirit can be easy, but it becomes more difficult to control stronger spirits like the Howling Gales, and the more spirits you try to control, the harder you must focus to manipulate them all."
"And I do this by ordering them mind to mind right?" I asked.
"Yep. Just...open yourself up to them. You are closing your mind to the world now; you are still acting like you have a physical body. You must learn to open up to them."
"They won't be able to control me will they?" I asked.
"No, they are simple spirits. It would take a spirit much more powerful then them to control you. They are mostly instinct, where you have a much more complicated and complex mind."
"Okay...I can do this," I said.
Spirit telepathy was supposed to be like the telepathy my wolf brothers and I share. So I focused and I focused on one of the Zephyrs. They didn't have much of a shape; they kind of looked like floating plastic bags made of air. I focused on one.
I opened up my mind as I do when I share my thoughts with another wolf, and I used the same kind of commanding voice I had when I gave an order, just short of an alpha command.
"Fly around Qahla!"
I felt it respond. It wasn't...it is hard to describe the thought of wind. I understand where the term airhead comes from now. Their mind were really unfocused, their thoughts random and all over the place. But once I told it to fly around Qahla its entire focus was on him.
It was thinking how much it liked Qahla and his aura of power, it was thinking how fun it was to be around so many wind spirits again, it was thinking how it wanted to fly around him and carrese him with its body and relax his body with his soothing presence.
It flew to Qahla and floated around him. Qahla giggled as it flitted about him, a soft gentle breeze that helps you to relax.
"Good Jake very good."
"Wow, that was amazing!" I said.
I turned my focus to the Howling Gale, it was chasing more wind spirits around and devouring them when it caught them. I didn't like that.
"Leave them alone!" I said to it.
It stopped and turned to glare at me. It's mind was very different from the mind of a Zephyr. A Zephyr was gentle, harmless. This thing's mind was chaotic, destructive.
I could see images in its mind. These things thrive in tornadoes and hurricanes. They are what breaks and rips things apart. They are that voice you hear screaming in the wind like a wild animal, because at their basic level, they are animals.
It was trickier ordering it then the Zephyr, it was more wild and aggressive, but if I could run a pack of seventeen wolves and fight newborn vampires and have half my bones broken...twice...I can handle this thing.
I focused my will onto it, made it leave the poor little zephyrs alone.
It glared at me but stalked away from the zephyrs, it sat down but watched the smaller wind spirits like a cat watching a mouse.
"Good job Jake," Qahla said.
"I would hate to see one of those gales manifested in the real world," I said.
"Oh they can be very viscous," Qahla said, "their even worse when they get a taste for human flesh."
Next we worked on water; water spirits were different from wind spirits when it comes to thinking. Their thoughts were more composed then a wind spirits. Their very focused, once they get an idea in their heads they almost never change their minds. They can be a little merciless though, if someone gets in their way they won't hesitate to take them down.
Other than that they are peaceful.
Like I said, once they get an idea in their mind they are very difficult to dissuade. But once you do get them to do what you want they follow through.
I got them to make the waves bigger or to cause random splashes. The cool part was when I got some of them to cause a little tornado of water to form on the water.
"Wow Jake you are doing great!" Qahla said.
"Thanks Qahla, I can't believe I am doing this, I can't tell you how many times I dreamed of doing this when I was a kid," I said.
"Just think, once we teach you and the others how to do this our tribe will be stronger then ever! Not only will you be werewolves but you will be spirit warriors as well!" Qahla said.
He got this look on his face, but then it vanished, had it been anyone else they might not have noticed it but I knew him to well now to not see it.
"What is it Qahla?" I asked.
"Nothing," he said.
"Come on...you can tell me," I said.
He didn't say anything; he got that look on his face a kid gets when they don't want to talk about something.
"Is it about that feeling you got about something bad happening to me?" I asked.
He nodded.
"Is it still there?" I asked.
He nodded again.
"Is it worse than before?" I asked.
"Yes," he said. "Every day that passes I get a stronger and stronger feeling that something bad will be happening to you...and...I have been having dreams."
"Dreams?"
"I am not like Alice; I don't have...visions exactly. I get these powerful instinctive feelings that turn out right, but I also have dreams sometimes that can be clues to what will happen."
"What happens in these dreams?" I asked.
"There is a fight. Everyone is there, you, me, Terra, the other wolves and even the Cullens and we are all fighting."
"Each other?"
"No...We're fighting something. I always feel scared, even when I am blasting what we are fighting with my strongest spells I feel afraid. And Terra looks different, like he has changed form again, only he doesn't look like a Quileute or a pale face."
"What are we fighting?"
"Something. I can never see it too well. There is so much fighting and chaos."
"Have you discussed this with Terra?" I asked.
He shook his head. "Jake...there is something you need to know."
"What?"
"Terra was lying to you. When he said he couldn't fix Sam when he was cursed. He had the doll the whole time."
"What!"
He flinched like I struck him. "Terra had the doll the whole time. He didn't tell me, I knew. I could sense he had it. I wasn't sure why he was lying so I thought I should wait and see. But I confronted him about it and said if he didn't tell fix Sam soon I would tell!"
"Qahla, why didn't you say something?" I asked.
"I...I...I don't know. Father said we could trust Terra and I wanted to trust him because dad said we could. But now..."
"What is Qahla, tell me everything," I said firmly.
He took a deep breath. "When I confronted him Terra made mention it was my fathers will that the two packs become one, that is why he used the doll to influence Sam to give up his role as alpha."
A sudden furious rage overwhelmed Jake. He grabbed the spirit string connecting him to his body.
"I think you, Terra and I need to have a talk. Qahla, this might get messy so I think I am going to need your help."
"I...I will do whatever I can to help Jake," Qahla said.

Terra was reading a book, waiting for Jake and Qahla to come back.
He sensed Qahla getting closer and sensed Jake's spirit with him.
Qahla entered the house and came inside the room, followed by Jake's spirit, he got the sense something had happened, and they both looked tense.
"How did it go?" he asked.
"Good, Jake managed to control one of the Howling Gales," Qahla said.
Terra looked impressed. "Really? Not many have the will to take on one of those beasts their first time."
"How do I get back in?" Jake asked, nodding at his body.
"Just go inside," Terra said.
Jake walked over to his body. He placed his hands on it and his soul was reabsorbed back into it.
Jake sat up. He shook a little and moved his feet over the edge of his bed. Terra got up and walked close to him. "Relax, it takes a moment for you to get used to being solid again."
"Something is wrong," Jake said.
Terra got closer and got close to Jake. "What is it?"
Before he could react Jake punched him in the face with all his might. Terra went flying back; when he hit the wall he cracked it. His face was a bloody ruin. No longer recognizable, a red ruin.
"You're a lying bastard that is what!" Jake growled.

When Terra woke up he was bound to a chair. In both ropes and mystical chains. His face had repaired itself, he was in the Black living room and Jake (who looked majorly pissed) and a timid looking Qahla stood in front of him.
Terra tried to reach out with his mind but found that the spell that bound him also kept him from using his mental powers. He recognized the feel of Qahla's energy around the mystical chains binding him.
But he didn't need to read minds to know what could make Jake attack him and bind him like this.
"You told him didn't you?" he asked Qahla.
"I have a feeling something is going to happen to him and I also have a feeling it has something to do with you," Qahla said.
"I mean him and this tribe no harm," Terra said.
"Bull! What are you and Taha Aki planning?" he demanded.
"To cure Qahla of his condition," Terra said.
"Liar! Then why did you manipulate Sam?"
"Because, we need you to be the alpha of both packs for the plan to work, but I knew that prick wouldn't give it up without a fight so I used the doll. It would have been easier if you actually wanted to be the alpha, which is what you were meant to be."
"Why does it matter if I am the alpha, and if you lie to me I will snap your neck."
"Jake, you hit me so hard my brain turned to mush. You really think I am intimidated by a neck snapping?"
"Just tell us what is going on? Why is Taha Aki lying to us? What is your plan?"
"I told you, to cure the kid. Taha Aki has indeed found a way to cure him, by reversing the spell Utlapa did all those years ago. It won't fully work mind you, Qahla has been touched by the wild magics so he will have some supernatural powers, but the spell will draw the wild magic out and return it to the earth once more. Qahla will be a powerful psychic, but he won't draw and empower spirits. He'll be able to go to school and be a normal member of society...albeit a super powerful being."
"He is telling the truth Jake, I can sense it," Qahla said.
"Why is it so important I be the one and only alpha?" Jake asked.
Terra sighed. "Because, Taha Aki needs you to perform the ritual."
"Me? Why me?"
"Because, Taha Aki plans on removing the power from Qahla, but dividing it between you and the other wolves."
There was a long silent pause.
"What?"
"You heard me."
"But wouldn't that make the situation worse?" Jake asked.
"No, the power would be diluted you see. Fractured and placed in seventeen vessels it would not draw spirits like Qahla. Not to mention it would bless you with power, making your pack nigh invincible. I dare say you would be able to give the Volturi a run for their money."
"Why didn't Taha Aki tell us this?" Jake asked.
"He would never force such a thing on anyone...but if he dropped the ball at the last moment."
"My father would never do something so under handed!" Qahla said.
"Your father is blinded by love and desperation child," Terra said. "Since his imprint died his sole reason for being is to free you from your curse. He has spent centuries wondering the earth for that very purpose. Trust me, loss and heart ache can change the most gentle of hearts."
"Anything else you want to tell us?" Jake asked.
"Well, since you have me at such a disadvantage."
Terra stood up, the ropes holding him fell off and the mystical chains faded.
"Hey! How did you do that!" Qahla demanded.
"Kid, I am the granddaddy of magic, it only took me a moment to figure out the frequency of your magic and disassemble it. Now, to answer your question Jake there is something else you should know."
"What?"
"Getting the power out will be easy, but putting it into so many new vessels will require payment."
"What kind of payment?"
"A live sacrifice."
"By live you mean..."
"I mean, a life will have to be given as payment to seal the power away into so many vessels. Can you imagine how much of an imbalance of the natural order it would cause for a pack of shape-shifters to wield this power? Nature would not allow it to pass without a hefty price."
"Is Jake the one to be sacrificed?" Qahla asked looking distressed "is that why I have this feeling?"
"No, Taha Aki would never sacrifice an innocent. Even for this. He intends to sacrifice himself."
"WHAT?" they both shouted.
"Taha Aki is testing you, Jake. Not only does he intend for you to inherit the art of spirit walking, he also intends for you to inherit his son when he passes on."
"Me? Why me?"
"You are the next to be chief, you are family, and of all the Quileute's you have the strongest connection with him. The real point of me teaching you, and through you the other wolves spirit walking is so you will know what to expect when you gain Qahla's power you will have enough magical knowledge to not be overwhelmed by it."
"What if we don't want this power?" Jake asked.
"Qahla's power makes spirit walking look like kid tricks, why wouldn't you want that?"
"Because maybe we don't want any more responsibility! Maybe we don't want to be more freaks then what we already are! Maybe you should have told us all of this sooner!"
"We don't have time to debate this Jake; the time of the ritual is right around the corner. Unless you want your people to spend the next five hundred years waiting for the next time the stars are in place and have future generations defending the tribe from the spirits who will be drawn to his power."
Jake began to pace around.
"Call Taha Aki, call him right now!"

Taha Aki was at the museum where the tablet was being kept at.
It was kept in a glass case. He had been coming to this place for a week now, going from room to room, learning the layout of the building, learning where all the cameras were, learning what the defenses were.
The tablet was kept in a Native American section. It was with some arrowheads, tomahawks and a few other trinkets.
Had the humans known what they really had they would have hidden it away somewhere more safe.
All I had to do was bust the case and run off with it. Problem was if the glass was compromised it would activate the alarm system and metal doors would close all the doors and windows.
Tonight, he would hide away until everyone left, and then he would use some magic he knew that would allow him to get the stone without being noticed.
The time was almost upon them. Soon, the ritual would be performed.
He had tried not to think about it, after all, who wants to think about dying? He had spent centuries walking the land, now after so long he would finally be able to join his beloved and his people in the spirit world.
He heard the sound of drums and knew Terra was trying to call him on his mirror. He installed the sound to let him know when Terra was calling him. He quickly made his way to the men's room and got inside the stall.
He reached in and grabbed the mirror. He saw Terra, but he also saw a livid Jacob and a hurt looking Qahla.
He knew they knew.
He wasn't sure what he was going to say, but he knew no matter what was said, he would continue his mission.

Far away, the spirits were plotting.
"Is this wise?" one asked.
"How else are we to snatch the Quileute child?" another asked.
"But to use one such as him? How do we know he won't turn on us?"
"We have too much to offer him. Life, power. Greed was his sin and we can use it to control him."
"But this goes against nature."
"Nature is already being thrown out of control. Now hush, he comes."
In the center of the cave, a beam of sunlight shined from a hole in the roof. At the center of this light the air began to shimmer and a soul appeared.
"Who summons me from the spirit world?" he asked.
"We do. You know us?"
He looked at the gathered spirits. "Some I do others I do not. Why have you disturbed me? I am no longer part of this world."
"We know. But events have forced our hand. We make you an offer."
"What do you have to offer me?"
"A chance at life. We offer you resurrection. True resurrection, not the thievery of another's body."
"Impossible."
"You are almost right. Combined we have the power to do such a thing. We will return you to your original body. For a price."
"Name it," the soul said.
"Your son, he lives."
"Impossible, that was centuries ago!"
"Oh but it is, and he is more powerful then you could have ever dreamed. Bring him to us and we promise you a spot in our new world order."
The soul was quiet for a moment.
"When you say a spot?"
"We promise you will rule your people, as you did once, temporarily so long ago."
"Very well, but I have three conditions."
"Name them."
"That I will be the ruler of all the tribes in the world, not just the Quielutes."
"Very well, we will need someone to keep an eye on the humans to make sure they don't ruin our plans."
"Second, a promise that you will not harm me or try to stop me when I become the chief."
"We would never dream. Once we reshape the world to our vision you may rule to your heart's content, provided you do not try and interfere in our affairs."
"And finally, that no harm will befall my son."
"Of course not, we have big plans for little Qahla."
"Qahla? He has a name?"
"Yes. He is in Quileute land now. But he is well protected. Much has changed in your tribe since you have been dead."
"Yes, the sons of Taha Aki protect him; they can turn into wolves like he could."
"Then I will need extra power to fight them."
"Fear not. We will make some...alterations to your new body so that you may fight them on equal footing."
The soul smiled. "Good. I am looking forward to returning home."
"As you should, Utlapa."

Fusedtwilight: That's right! Utlapa is back! And he has a bunch of super powerful spirits backing him up! Next chapter the you know what hits the fan. Please review.
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