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Sins of the Father

Chapter 22

Fusedtwilight: Thanks to my beta animegirlkiki for the beta.

"Focus," Terra said.
"We are," Rachel said.
"Tell me again why we are making a rock float?" Henry asked.
It was two days later and the shamans (as they were called) were training with Terra. He had them in a circle, he told them to focus on making a stone float.
It hovered about three feet in the air. They were all holding hands, channeling their power to help in the effort.
The rock was shaky though, it bobbed up and down in the air.
"Focus on making it float, will it to stay airborne," Terra said.
The rock fell to the ground.
"That is the exact opposite of what I said," Terra said with a frown.
"Dude, it's a freaking rock. It's not meant to fly in the air!" Tommy said.
"There are plenty of things that are not meant to be but they are. Part of the problem is the majority of you have no belief in yourself. Belief generates its own kind of power; it adds fuel to one's magic. If you don't believe in yourself and what you are trying to do then it won't happen. Never, ever try magic unless you truly believe in yourself or what you are trying to accomplish."
"Your so freaking good, you do it then," Henry said.
Terra looked over to a giant boulder that was buried in the ground and covered in moss. He raised his hand and pointed it at the boulder. Everyone watched as the boulder was raised from the ground about ten feet into the air.
Terra waved his hand and it went flying off into the woods about three yards away.
"Okay, that is showing off," Tommy muttered.
"I am doing it look!"
Everyone looked and saw Claire, by herself had managed to cause the rock in the center of the circle to rise a foot in the air.
"Qwil! Look I am doing magic!" she said.
"That's my girl," Quil said proudly.
The wolves were observing their imprints, making sure Terra didn't train them too hard or try anything fishy. They still wanted to tear him apart for keeping Sam bound as a wolf and manipulating Jake into becoming the alpha of both packs.
"How is she doing that?" Rachel asked.
"Children have an easier time learning magic then adults. Like I said, belief helps fuel ones magic and sense children believe in anything and everything they catch on more quickly than older students do. You have all been raised to see the world as a fixed thing. One equals one, black is bad white is good, the sky is up while the earth is down. But for a child, the world is much more flexible and full of possibility," Terra said.
"Perhaps we should take a break. I brought some snacks for us to eat," Rachel said.
"Very well," Terra said.
Paul brought over the bags filled with sandwiches and other things to eat for everyone. Terra joined them; having brought his own food to eat was well.
The wolves sat next to their imprints. Claire was holding the stone she had caused to levitate and showing it to Quil. "See Qwil? Qahla is going to be so impressed when we go rescue him, we will be able to do magic together."
"I wouldn't recommend that," Terra said.
"Why not? Isn't the point of you making us into shamans to help protect the tribe with magic?" Kim asked.
"It is. But once Qahla returns his aura will start affecting the land. You will find your mystical abilities will become stronger. Casting the most simple of spells will be tricky because Qahla will make you stronger than what you are now."
"I can't imagine my powers being stronger than they are now. Whenever I see someone now I feel like some hidden knowledge that floats around them is pouring into my head," Tommy said.
"I know how you feel. I was passing by the cemetery the other day on my way home and I saw ghosts," Henry said.
"You did?" Kim asked.
"Ghost?" Claire asked, sounding a little scared.
"Yeah. I recognized my grandpa. He died when I was little, but there he was right by his grave. Once they saw me they started to follow me around."
"You're a medium, your kind attracts ghost. They won't even know why they are, they just will be. You didn't speak to them did you?" Terra asked.
"No, I was too freaked, but I think they knew."
"Don't talk to them. Ghosts are souls who for some reason have been unable to move on into the spirit world after they die. They prefer to remain near their remains or the places where they died. There are many kinds of ghosts, wraiths, phantoms, poltergeists. Your typical ghost will just wonder around and is harmless. Sometimes after a while they pass on naturally, others their bound to this world is too strong and keeps them here. Can you imagine it? Nothing but other ghosts to keep you company? Craving the needs of the body but unable to satisfy those urges. It drives many of them mad or makes them desperate to find a way to help themselves move on. So when they find someone who can help them they tend to get pushy."
"They can't hurt me can they?" Henry asked.
"Normally no. However, there are some who are powerful enough or malevolent enough to do so. The more solid looking a ghost is the more powerful they are. The more powerful they are the more able they are to influence the physical world. But remember, they can only hurt you as much as you let them. If you fear them or pay them any mind you give them power over you. Just ignore them or face them down and they can harm you. Since you have necromantic abilities I can teach you spells to help banish them of keep them away from you," Terra said.
"Thanks. Last thing I need is a bunch of dead people following me around," Henry said.
"So, how will we be able to help with the fight with the spirits?" Rachel asked, "you said we would not be there when it happens."
"True. It would take many years to teach you the mystic arts before you were ready to aide in a battle of this scale. But just because you won't be able to be there physically doesn't mean you won't be there mystically."
"Care to explain?"
"During the fight you will channel your powers into helping us fight. To put it in simple terms, you will will us to win," Terra said.
"How the hell do you will someone to win?" Paul asked.
"How the hell do men turn into wolves? It's magic...idiot," Terra said.
Paul growled at him but Rachel put her hand on his and he calmed down.
"Magic in its pure form is complete and total, yet it years for order, for form, for substance. But it has no will of it's own, it requires vessels to do that. Magic is all around us, the air, the water, the earth. With five mages focusing all their will and strength on us winning our fight, the magic will react to that and help us win."
"But won't the spirits be focusing on winning too?" Kim asked.
"The spirits would not think we would be able to beat them. They would already assume a victory was destined for them. That arrogance will be their downfall."
"Will Taha Aki be helping train us as well?" Kim asked.
"No...he has other things on his mind at the moment," Terra said.

Taha Aki stood at the hole where Utlapa had risen from.
He glared at it hatefully, his fists were clenched tight.
"Even after all these years you still won't stay dead. How many times must I kill you before you stay dead?"
He spat into the hole. Wishing it was Utlapa's face.
After Utlapa stole his body, he took the time to bury his original form, having slit his own throat so Taha Aki would would not have a vessel to house his soul. But the bonds of affection ran deep and although he had a new form Utlapa still could not bear to leave his former self in the woods to be left to the carrion eaters.
It had been a strange thing to kill him while he was in his body. They had burned Taha Aki's original body and tossed the ashes into the ocean, not wanting any taint of Utlapa's to be left in the tribe.
He thought he had killed him, he thought he was gone from his life forever. But those damn spirits had brought him back, and whats more they turn him into a monster.
Now they had Qahla, his precious boy was with that monster. Who knows what lies they are filling his head with.
He pulled out the stone tablet and looked it over. The key to saving Qahla was on this tablet. The same stone tablet Utlapa used to summon the old magic and imbue it into Qahla.
Now, by studying the instructions on the tablet, he can reverse the ritual...for a price.
The plan had been so simple. Terra would have stayed here, taught Qahla how to use magic, Qahla would have bonded with the Quileutes, formed bonds with them he had not been able to all those centuries ago.
So when Taha Aki sacrificed himself he would have someone there to protect him and keep him safe.
The only thing that kept him going was Qahla. His imprint was dead, his sons were dead, the people he knew were dead. He was an old man, so tired and warn out.
He had committed many sin's. He had broken his promise to Qahla, intending to leave him sealed away in that stone, and as punishment the Cold Man and the Cold Woman cursed these lands and his sons and wife paid with their lives.
He had left Qahla here, he had lost hope and had believed he had failed Qahla. The guilt and shame grew to immense and he could no longer carry the stone. He felt unworthy, and it was only a bitter reminder of his failures. So he left it in Forks, figuring a peaceful slumber in some place beautiful and serene was the best choice.
Then when he finally realized the cure Qahla was released.
It seemed as if fate was finally cutting him a break, all the pieces seemed to slide into place.
He should not have been surprised when it was taken from him.
"Penny for your thoughts?"
Taha Aki looked up and saw Jacob was standing in front of him.
"You're losing your touch, you didn't even hear me," Jake said.
"I have a lot on my mind," Taha Aki.
"We will get him back. We have a bit of a history of overcoming unbelievable odds," Jake said.
"This doesn't change anything Jake. When we get him back I will continue with the plan. We only have two months before the stars align themselves and I will not let this slip through my fingers Jake. I don't have it in me to wait another six hundred some odd years again."
"There has to be another way."
"You think it will suddenly pop up after six hundred years?" Taha Aki asked. "I am old Jake. So old...so tired. I don't know how Terra does it. If this is what seven hundred feels like I can't imagine what it must be like for him. It is not a kind fate, to be old and miserable."
"I can't understand your pain; I am too young and have not felt the pain you have. But I can't let you sacrifice yourself."
"He is my son Jake. Though it was not me that sired him I still love him all the same. I remember his first words, I remember his first steps. I remember him holding onto my tail as we walked through the woods, his mother trailed after us, smiling as he learned to use his legs. I remember teaching him how to fish and hunt." he held up his hand and looked at it. "I remember holding him in my hand, right after he was born. Such a tiny little thing he was, so small, yet he held such power inside."
Taha Aki closed his eyes and let the memories wash over him, they were a welcome balm to help soothe the ache in his soul.
"It must be done, I will not fail him again, though he damn me for leaving him in this world, I take comfort knowing you will be there for him."
"I might not be, Rachel did have a vision of my death, remember," Jake said. "And Qahla has said he had a bad vibe something was coming my way."
"The future is not set in stone Jacob. If anyone is going to die, it will be me."
They were quiet for a few moments.
"What was he like? Utlapa I mean. Before he turned evil."
Taha Aki smiled bitterly at the question.
"Once he was one of the finest spirit warriors of our tribe. He had always been so proud. Proud of being a spirit warrior, proud of being a Quileute. He wanted more for the tribe, more land, more food, more everything. Maybe it was a combination of greed and pride, but somewhere along the line he lost sight of what it means to be a spirit warrior. He became obsessed with using our magic to conquer the Hoh and the Makah and take their lands for ourselves. Some thought it was a good idea, but I refused to allow it to happen. There are paths that may seem benign, but once taken they turn out to be treacherous and lead us somewhere far from home."
"The path to hell is paved with good intention," Jake quoted.
Taha Aki nodded. "Indeed. In the beginning his intentions were good, but at some point he lost his way. It was a sad loss for our people."
"But now he is back and he has Qahla," Jake said.
"Yes. The spirits were foolish to bring him back, even with their link to him, it will not be long before he tries to turn on them. He always did have a hard time following orders."

Utlapa tore into the deer, ripping the meat from the bones.
He was in his human form, the need to feed had been growing, he had been feeding on the local wild life for the past two days, but what he was really craving was the flesh of a human.
He wanted to find the nearest human settlement and feed off them. But the spirits wouldn't let him. They told him he could help himself to all the mortal meat he could want.
He was still getting used to his new form. The senses, the enhanced physical powers, the power to turn from man to beast.
It was all wonderful, a glorious rush, pure freedom.
Yet, he was not pleased.
The spirits kept him on a short leash; they had not allowed him to see Qahla since he talked to him after they bound him. He wanted to be with his child, he wanted to be with his pup.
He held up the deer's still fresh heart. The wolf in him thought it would be a good meal for Qahla. But the man in him knew Qahla would not go for it.
The instincts were another thing he was trying to get used to. He saw the world in a different life; he saw it through the eyes of a predator, a beast.
He saw the weak as something to prey on and feed, he saw the strong as something to run from or fight. He had marked his territory around the area; many of the big game animals had fled the area, sensing the arrival of a much stronger and faster predator on their turf.
And yet he still had the mind of a man, the ability to think of complex ideas and feel emotions only a man could feel.
One of those emotions was resentment.
He hated having to obey the spirits; he hated how they ordered him around.
He wanted to be free of them, were it not for this link they had forced on him he would have taken Qahla for himself and run. But as long as this link existed he was forced to obey.
He had to be patient, he had to wait.
For when the opportunity to present itself and his liberation to begin.

Back in La Push the shamans were continuing their training.
Terra had them working alone; each assigned a specific task to train their individual talents.
Claire was trying to manipulate water in a bowl. She laughed and giggled as she made it swirl around.
Kim was using her talent on Jared, he lay on the ground and her hands were on his chest. A book lay in front of her, showing a human body with lines on it, like the design of a nervous system. She was learning how to channel and redirect the energy of a body.
Henry sat in front of a large pile of bones. Terra had dumped them in front of him, the bones had been gathered from dozens of animals and Henry had to piece each piece together. Terra said since he had a connection to the dead, this would help him hone his senses to death. So far he was doing good, he did not know anything about animal anatomy, but he instinctively knew what bones went to what joint.
Tommy was holding a piece of jewelry in his hand. Terra wanted him to focus on reading the aura of objects, learning as much about that object as he could. He knew this piece belonged to a woman who was murdered, the man who murdered her sold it for money, it had been sold to a man who bought it as a gift for his wife, not knowing it's previous owner had been killed.
He knew Terra had acquired it for someone he cared for, someone he loved. But she had passed a long time ago and he kept it for sentimental reasons.
Rachel was working with Terra. He held a card on her, she did not know what was on the other side, but she had to tap into her new powers to figure it out.
"Five of wands," she said.
He turned the card over and showed it was the five of wands. "Good job," Terra said.
He held up another card.
"Nine of pentacles," she said.
He showed her the card, she got it right. "Very good."
"This is lame, why aren't you teaching her how to shoot fire from her fingers or something?" Paul asked.
"Rachel's gifts are more about learning information, similar to Tommy's. She has the ability to see into the heart of things."
"How is knowing what is behind a card useful?" Paul mocked.
"It is a simple way to help her learn to focus her gifts so she can peer into the mysteries of the world more easily," Terra said.
"Please, it's just a bunch of guesswork, anyone can do it," Paul said smugly.
Terra held up a card. "Then you do it smart ass," Terra challenged.
Paul, being unable to back down from a challenge and not wanting to be shown up by Terra tried his hand.
"Six of cups," he said.
Terra smiled. "No." he turned the card around. "It's the fool. Very fitting if you ask me."
Paul growled but Rachel laughed.
"Rach," he said.
"I am sorry Paul, but it is funny," she said.
"Next one," Terra said.
He held up a card. "The lovers," she said.
He handed her the card. She turned it around and saw it was indeed the right card. "Wow, I can't believe I keep getting it right," she said. "It's like I have a pair of eyes secretly feeding my brain information and I don't even know it."
"So what? Are you like that little leech from the Cullen's?" Paul asked.
"No, she is not like Alice," Terra said stressing Alice's name. "The way Alice gets her information and the way Rachel gets hers is different. She is not reading the future; she is merely tapping into the power of truth."
"How the hell can truth be a power?" Paul asked.
"How the hell is it you still ask so many stupid questions?" Terra said.
"Easy Paul," Rachel said putting a hand on his shoulder.
Terra stood up and clapped his hand, gathering everyone's attention. "That's enough for today. We will meet again here tomorrow."
Everyone got up and started to leave. He told Henry to take the bones to his house and to focus on making them move or reconstruct themselves.
He told Tommy to continue to read auras, but to be careful what he touched because some things might have a traumatic history that might be too much for him to handle. Tommy wished he had told him that before he made him read that piece of jewelry, he was going to have nightmares about hat woman being murdered.
Claire was instructed not to use her powers at all until she came back tomorrow. Last thing they needed was her summoning the elements in her parent's house.
Kim was instructed to read the book Terra gave her. It was a guide to chakra and chi pathways that would help her learn to control her power. Jared felt really good, fresh and energized, Kim had cleaned his energy pathways of emotional garbage so now he felt a lot more cheerful.
Rachel and Paul were getting ready to leave when Terra stopped them.
"A word before you leave," he said.
He turned and walked away; Paul and Rachel looked at one another and followed him.
"Now that we are alone, I feel we can speak more candidly. This group is far from ready to help fight a group of super powerful and super pissed spirits."
"You think," Paul asked.
"Even from a distance you are all not ready. You lack the experience and your power levels are still to weak," Terra said.
"So what do we do?" Rachel asked.
"Something...drastic."
The walked up a small hill, when they reached the top Rachel and Paul saw Terra's house. "Wait...how did that get here? It's further off near the border," Paul said.
"I called for it," Terra said.
"Okay, not vague at all," Paul muttered.
They walked up to the house, but he stopped and turned to face them. "Rachel, I wish we had more time. Normally I would not do something like this. But desperate times call for desperate measures. You will be the leader of the shamans."
"What me?" Rachel asked.
"Well it's not going to be Claire," Terra said.
"But why me?" she asked.
"You are the daughter of the chief. It makes sense. Jake leads the wolves, you lead the shamans. You are at a crossroads child. You have awakened your mystic abilities and I sense your power is greater then the rest, due to your pedigree I believe. I know you desire to leave this place and take your man with you once he gains control of his mercurial temperament."
"Screw you too," Paul said.
"But we need you to step up and take over."
"Why don't you lead the shamans. Your Mr. Super-Mega mystic man," Rachel said.
Terra smiled. "I like that title. But I am not a Quileute. A Quileute must lead the shamans. You were meant for this, it is in your blood."
"How do you know? For God's sake I just found out about werewolves and vampires last year, now you think I am destined to lead a group of shamans?"
"I felt destiny moving around you Rachel, I felt the path's open up before you. You are meant to stay here in La Push and help defend it. You will help the tribe reconnect with its ancient roots."
"Rachel doesn't have to do anything she doesn't want to," Paul said. He turned to her, his face softened. "Don't feel like you have to do this. Don't let him manipulate you like he did with Sam."
"I am not trying to manipulate you Rachel. Since you discovered the tribes legends were true, your view on the world has changed. It forced you to reevaluate your own life and although your time in La Push has been painful, it has forced you to face your demons."
"What do you know about Rachel? What makes you think you know this about her?" Paul asked, not liking how Terra was speaking about Rachel, as if he knew her better than anyone else.
"No Paul, he is right," Rachel said.
"Rach?" Paul asked.
"Before...I thought my dad was just an old fashioned man with his head in the clouds. And I hated being in La Push because it reminded me of my mom. Rebecca hated it too and she had to go all the way to Hawaii to escape it. I didn't see anything here for me so...I left. But now that I know the truth...now I see the world is so much bigger then I ever dreamed."
She took his hand in hers.
"I am glad you imprinted on me. Being with you has been really good for me. You have been good for me. Because of you I was able to face the pain of my mother's death. Something I had never been able to do, even with dad and Jake there for me."
"But Rach, you don't want to live here, you want to get a job as a computer tech," Paul said. "I don't want you to give that all up because this jerk off thinks you have a destiny."
"It's too late now Paul, I am a wise woman now," Rachel said.
"Actually you are not even close to being-" Terra stopped at the glares they were sending him for ruining their moment. "Fine, what do I know?"
"Rach, I am sure someone else can lead. What about Tommy?"
"Tommy has a grandmother to take care of; he can't look after her and lead a group of shamans. I have to do this."
"She can still be a computer tech. Many mystics have mundane and ordinary jobs," Terra said.
"There. You see," Rachel said with a smile.
"I don't trust him though. How do we know this isn't some part of some scheme?" Paul asked.
"I solemnly swear by the sun and moon I am not trying to manipulate Rachel into anything," Terra said.
Rachel heard a sound then, like a bell ringing or a hammer falling. She knew somehow that when Terra said that oath some unseen force responded. She knew if he had been lying that force would punish him.
"I believe you. So, what do we do?"
"First, I have something for you. As I said the group lacks the necessary power and experience for this. So...despite my own personal feelings and reservations...I will give you my most precious object."
He turned and faced the house, he placed his hand on it and spoke.
"Show yourself my memory, my promise."
The whole house began to glow in a soft white, blue light and began to shrink. It moved onto has hand, he clenched his fist at the light shined from the cracks of his fingers.
He turned to face them and opened his palm. The house had turned into it first and true form. A small bluish white crystal pendent.
"I have used this since I was a child. For thousands of years I have used this to cast spells, perform rituals and channel all sorts of mystical energy. It is as much a part of me as an organ. It has great power."
He handed her the crystal. It was light and very pretty, but holding it in her hand it seemed to vibrate, like electrical lines humming with electricity.
"Won't you need it?" she asked.
"No, the amount of mystical power I possess far surpasses the power in this. With it you and the others will have a vast amount of power to tap into to cast spells. Also you will be able to contact me at any time with it so we will be able to communicate."
"Neat," she said.
She put it on, liking how shiny it was.
"As I said, it is my most precious item. And it is also very dangerous if not handled properly, so don't chew on it or anything because I swear to every god, goddess and any other deity that has ever walked this reality I will peel the flesh from your skin little by little, chop you up into a stew and take a picture of your remains and send them to every person you have ever loved!"
Paul and Rachel looked at him horrified and revolted.
"Sorry, I get a little over protective about my crystal...it's a family heirloom," Terra said with a smile.

Back with Qahla he was still bound in the cavern.
The Buffalo man and the Burning-Eyes-Man were with him. They were siphoning some of his power into a lantern like device.
"Wondrous," the Burning-Eyes-Man said. "With the child we can have an unlimited supply of power to provide for our people. His power is so great just the run-off can help a spirit manifest."
The Buffalo Man closed the lantern and Qahla's power stopped flowing into the lantern. He handed it to the Burning-Eyes-Man.
"Take this and give it to the others. I will prepare the next batch," he said.
Qahla was still amazed when he saw him talk. Despite the fact his upper body was that of a buffalo he spoke like a man would. You would think his voice would be lower or he would have some kind of lisp but he spoke perfectly.
Burning-Eyes-Man ran a finger down the lantern lovingly.
"Save some for our brethren," Buffalo Man said sternly.
Burning-Eyes-Man glared at him, his eyes burned with a fire that would cause many men to quake in fear, but the Buffalo Man was not bothered.
"I know that. I am not so weak as the others I need the power of a child to manifest. I only joined you because you promised me war and blood shed, do not presume to order me around!"
"I do no such thing, but if we are to go to war, is it not wise to make sure our troops are strong?" Buffalo Man said reasonably.
Burning-Eyes-Man sneered at him. "I do not work with the weak, I kill them."
He turned and left the cave, leaving Qahla and Buffalo Man alone.
"He seems like a jerk," Qahla said.
"Indeed he is," Buffalo Man said.
"So, judging from his comment I take it you are the leader of the spirits?" Qahla asked.
"That I am," he said.
"So, who are you exactly?" Qahla asked.
"I have many names. Buffalo Man, He Who Walks The Planes, The Life That Springs Forth and many more. I was born of the land many thousands of years ago. After the world awoke from its centuries long winter sleep."
"You must be very powerful to have gathered all these spirits together," Qahla said.
"That I am, I have watched the humans of these lands silently, interfering rarely. My duty is to protect these lands, as it is the duty of my other brethren."
"Other brethren?"
"Oh yes. There are other lands that need to be guarded. My brothers and sister guard their lands as I guard mine."
"What do you guard them from? Humans?"
"Humans, spirits, anything and everything that threatens the health and safety of the land, as the earth created us for this purpose. Kind of like how a body creates white blood cells to fight off an infection."
"And what about fire eyes?" Qahla asked.
"Oh he is an old spirit. There have been many tribes that roamed this land youngling. Not all of them survived to live to this day. Burning-Eyes-Man was once worshiped by a now dead tribe a long time ago. He was born out of the grudge and bitterness that existed between warring tribes. One tribe in particular worshiped him as a deity, offering him sacrifices and worship in return for his favor in battle."
"What happened to the tribe? I mean if he was their patron why did they die?" Qahla asked.
"He drove them into madness. He is rage and vengeance with no sense or mercy or compassion. He is the wrath that is all consuming, all encompassing. The tribe that did give him love and worship were overcome with rage and hate and once they no longer were able to kill their enemies their need for death and blood lust turned in on themselves and they killed one another."
"How horrible," Qahla said.
"It was."
"He must have been so sad when they died."
"Ont he contrary, he was impressed."
"What?"
"He was delighted to see them kill one another. He did not need worship like some other higher beings do, he was born from the human capacity to hate."
"How horrid, how could you let him join your group?" Qahla asked.
"He has his uses, all you have to do is keep him focused."
The Buffalo Man walked over and grabbed a stone from the ground. He muttered a few words and Qahla watched as the stone became another lantern.
"What are you doing?" Qahla asked.
"You know what we are doing child. Storing the runoff of your power into these containers and sharing them with the other spirits. This way we can share your power with our brothers and sisters still in the spirit world and let them take physical form, and we can do it without having to move you around either."
He opened the lantern and once again Qahla's power began to be absorbed inside it.
"They're going to find me you know? My friends and family," Qahla said.
"I don't doubt they will. They have the King Of Ages on their side."
"You mean Terra?"
"Ah yes, he has a new name. I remember the first time I met him many years ago. Such a fascinating being, a mortal who is immortal. He's almost as old as me."
"What was he like back then?" Qahla asked.
"Cocky and arrogant. He was being worshiped as a god by a long forgotten people; they offered him human sacrifices and in return gave them protection. He did me a favor and did battle with a spirit of chaos and destruction that threatened my land. In return I provided him with knowledge, helping him learn the deep secrets of the world and of the true order of things."
"So you guys are...friends?" Qahla asked.
"Friends? Friends might be a strong word. Terra has not allowed himself to form strong attachments in a long time. But I have a strong respect for him; he is very different from what he was when I met him. He is stronger, wiser, he has shed the illusion of godhood and knows his place in the order of things."
"He will fight you, you know?" Qahla asked.
"Oh I know. Of all your friends and family he is the only one I dread facing. He is something special after all. It is not just his immortality, but he has spent thousands of years studying the mystic arts and the mysteries of creation. I dare say if he wished he could shed his mortal form and join the ranks of the higher spirits if he so wished."
"Why doesn't he?"
"He wants to die. Transforming into a higher being would hurt those chances," Buffalo Man said.
"What if he decides to ascend? That would be a problem for you," Qahla said.
"He won't. Terra is not going to risk his chances of finding a way to die just for you, child."
The Buffalo Man closed the lantern and frowned when he saw he had run out of stones. "Hmmm, I thought I had more. Oh well, better collect more. I shall return."
The Buffalo Man gathered a sack and left the cave to go gather more stones. Qahla waited until he was sure he was all alone.
"Alright, you can come out now."
The fire salamanders came into view. They were larger now and they glowed with an orange light. The time they had spent around Qahla had made them stronger and gave them a physical form.
"We hid the stones."
"Just like you said."
"Now we are ready for more orders."
"Alright. Listen can you guys find the Quileutes?" Qahla asked them.
"Oh yeah."
"Yeah."
"Oh yeah."
"I want one of you to return to La Push. Find the wolves or Terra and tell them where we are. Tell them everything you have learned, tell them of the Buffalo man and the Burning-Eyes-Man and all the other spirits and tell them where we are."
"Why just one?"
"The others I want close in case I need you. I plan on busting out of here soon."
"Which one should go?"
"And which should stay?"
"I don't care, you pick."
"I will go, it's getting harder and harder to hide now that we are strong again," the one on the left said.
"You just scared."
"Yeah, you a scardy fire cat!"
"Shut your mouth!"
"Just go!" Qahla said trying not to yell. Two days he had to deal with the fire salamanders. Now he knew what his father felt like raising him.
"Right away, be back soon!"
The fire salamander turned around and took off a small trail of steam rose where it scurried off from.
"You two, tell me what you have learned," Qahla said.
"Them big spirits above are taking those lanterns they fill with your power and leaving with them."
"But when they come back the lanterns are empty."
"And more spirits are showing up, some are like us, drawn to your power. Others already have a trace of your power."
"They must be taking my power to other spirits to help bring them over to their side, giving them a taste of what I can do," Qahla said. "Can you guys get me out of here?"
The one salamander walked up to the circle and slapped it with his tale. His tale bounced off as if it hit some unseen force.
"Sorry, we are to strong now."
"Before we could because we were in the spirit world."
"But all this time with you made us to strong and we can't enter now."
"Can you breath fire?"
The salamanders opened their mouths and a small stream of fire came out.
"Yep."
"Yep."
"Good. We wait. We wait for the moment to present itself, then you guys will destroy this circle and free me, then we will help Jake and the others when they show up."
"Good plan."
"You have lots of good plans."
"Good thing we went with you."
"Yeah, we have lots of fun with you."
"Been a long time since we had this much fun."
"Yeah, can we keep having fun with you when this is over?"
"Yeah, we want more fun."
"Yeah, because more fun is good."
"Yeah, we can be your personal body guards."
"Yeah, we know people. We can introduce you to some very important fire spirits."
"Yeah, like the searing serpents."
"No, not those guys, they're dicks."
"Oh yeah. What about the sirocco's? They may be wind spirit but they are hot wind spirits like dessert hot."
"Yeah, they're cool...well...not cool, more like scorching hot but you get what I mean."
"You know what? Why don't you guys just go back to hiding...far...far...away from me," Qahla said.

Two more days passed and Terra was once again teaching the mystics how to use their magic.
"Come on Kim, focus," Terra said.
Kim was sweating from her forehead. Her hands were in front of her and folded to form a special hand sign that Terra said would help her channel magic.
Terra was having them each practice levitating a single rock by themselves, teaching them to focus their own magic instead of working together.
Rachel and Claire were having a easier time doing it then the others. Rachel because the magic was stronger in her and Claire because of her mystic affinity to the elements.
"I am focusing, I don't know what more you want me to do!" Kim said.
"Maybe you should fix your hand sign," Terra said.
"Like that will help!"
Terra walked up to her and moved her left pinky finger closer to her ring finger. The rock began to move higher off the ground and Kim felt less of a strain.
"Oh," she said with a small blush.
"Tommy, Henry, remember, think the rock is light and it will be light. Claire good job, Rachel, try and use less of your power. If you put to much power into it then you'll wear yourself out," Terra said.
Just then something came running out of the bushes. It ran around in a bright orange flash. The wolves were by their imprints side in an instant.
"What the hell is that?" Tommy asked.
"Is it a spirit?" Paul asked.
"Don't worry, it's a fire salamander, low level fire spirits. Claire, could you please stop it," Terra said.
"Super Claire to the rescue!" she said. She raised her hand and focused. Suddenly the orange blur was in the air and they saw it was a bright glowing salamander creature.
Terra walked up to it and spoke to it. "You reek of Qahla's magic, explain this."
"Dude, it's a salamander, they don't talk," Paul said.
"Hey, I ain't no salamander, I am a fire salamander buddy!" the fire salamander said.
"Holy crap!" Paul shouted.
"It talks!" Henry said pointing at it.
"Of course I talk kid, don't look so shocked!"
"Excuse me Mr. Fire Salamander do you know Qahla?" Claire asked.
"Are you Claire?"
"Yes."
"Qahla told me and my bros about you, he said you were fun and cute."
Claire blushed. "He thinks I am cute?"
"Yeah, he sent me to give you all a message. I would have been here sooner but on the way over I ran into some friends and we got talking and I almost forgot and I had to burn some power to get here in time. Don't tell him I slacked off, don't want him to be mad."
"He sent you here?" Rachel asked.
"Yep, he sneaked me and my bro's with him, see my boss was faking it. He wanted to go so he could slip us in and have us gather Intel and then he had me come back to tell you."
"I knew Qahla didn't leave us!" Claire said clapping her hands.
Terra grabbed the fire salamander and looked him in the eye. "Tell me what you know."
A few hours later Terra had gathered the elders along with Carlisle and Esme.
"We now know Qahla's location and we know what spirits to expect to be there. We have a huge advantage," Terra said.
"I don't know, the Buffalo Man is really, really-"
Terra covered his mouth. "Shut it."
"Who is this Buffalo Man, I have never heard of him," Billy said.
"The Buffalo Man is a spirit of the highest level, born from the earth itself. He has only shown himself who have proven themselves worthy or to protect the land. His kind was created to protect certain areas of the world from harm. He keeps to himself unless the land is in danger."
"What land does he guard?" Carlisle asked.
"America."
"That's not land, that's a whole continent!" Jake said.
"It's made up of land," Terra said.
"And he is the leader of these spirits?" Old Quil asked.
"It is not unheard of for his kind the Landvættir or land wight's to use others to achieve their goals," Terra said.
"Can you take him?" Jake asked.
"In a one on one fight?...Maybe, like I said he is a high level spirit. To fight a being of his level I would...I would rather not do that."
"Maybe we can talk to him, convince him to release Qahla," Carlisle said.
"I doubt it, his soul reason for being is to protect the land. And since humans have a bad habit of plowing down nature and building shopping malls and fast food restaurants at an alarming pace and he is supposed to protect the land from such damage talking him out of it might be a bit difficult."
"What about others of his kind? Maybe they can help us talk to him," Esme said.
"Landvættir rarely ever leave their own lands. They only meet once every other century to catch up and discuss the state of the world. They only interfere in one another's affairs of they feel it is counteractive to their purpose."
"What about the other spirits?" Billy asked.
"I can make charms and spells to protect the others from their powers, well, most of them anyway," Terra said.
"If we could release Qahla he could lend us his power," Jake said.
"Don't worry, boss plans on having my brothers free him when you guys show up."
Terra smiled. "Clever boy."
"What about Utlapa? Last time we faced them he beat the crap out of us," Sam said.
"He had the powers of the spirits backing him up, this time they will be too distracted to lend him their power. Plus with the spells and enchantments I will place on you to keep you safe, you will be able to put up more of a fight this time," Terra said.
"When can we attack?" Billy said.
"I still need a few more days to train the mystics. Then we can attack."
"You might not have a few more days. The spirits are bottling up his power," the salamander said.
"That's bad right?" Sue asked.
"It means that they cans hip these containment units to other spirits in faraway lands," Terra said.
"Thereby powering them up," Jake said.
"Indeed."
"And last time I was there more spirits were arriving, wanting more of that power," the salamander.
"Then we need to move now," Taha Aki said.
"I agree," Billy said.
"I haven't trained the mystics enough," Terra said.
"I am sorry Terra, we will have to work with what we have. Once Qahla is freed he can provide the power we need to win," Billy said.
Terra sighed. "Very well, when would you like to attack?"
"Tomorrow morning," Billy said.
"Very well. Tomorrow we will go retrieve Qahla."
"And may the great spirit help those who get in our way," Taha Aki said.

Utlapa was wondering through the caves.
It was pitch black, the only reason he could see was because of the modifications the spirits made to his body.
He was wondering the caves, trying to find something to do. So he decided to explore the old caverns.
He journey took him deeper and deeper. The tunnels here were very old; he could feel it in his bones.
There was something else about this place, he could not figure out what exactly it was though.
He continued to explore, with nothing better to do and the spirits not needing his assistance.
Finally he came to a large cavern, filled with stalagmites. But there was something about it that made the hair on the back of his neck stand up. He rubbed his hands together, though he was not cold.
There was something in the air, it burned his nose.
In the center of the cavern there was a massive stalagmite. It was larger than the others and it was pitch black, blacker then the darkness surrounding them and there seemed to be a cold wind emanating from it.
Figuring there was something more to this then what met the eye, so he opened his mind to the spirit world. And what he found was shocking.
The stalagmite was blacker then the blackest night in the real world. But in the spirit world, it radiates with a darkness that casts a shadow on darkness itself.
"What in the world?" he asked himself.
He walked closer to the stalagmite, the closer he got, the colder he got. When he was about a foot away from it, he put his hand on it. Then second he did he pulled his hand back, his hand felt like it had been burned.
"Utlapa," a voice whispered in the dark.
Utlapa shivered, the voice was cold and sounded like knives scrapping against bone.
"Who is there?" he asked.
"No one here but the sweet dark that surrounds you," the voice said.
"I am serious! Show yourself before I skin you!"
He let the rage over take him. The rage and the fear. Rage someone was toying with him, fear that he could hear no heartbeat, smell no scent, see no one.
The voice sighed in satisfaction, a sound which made his mouth go dry.
"Such sweet anger, such tender fear."
The darkness in the stalagmite pulsed and throbbed.
"Are you some kind of spirit?" he asked.
"Spirit? Such a lowly term to describe what I am. I am forever, eternal, I am the raw seething tar in your heart that poisons and blackens the soul. I have been with you since your life began and I am there when it ends."
"Who are you?"
"A name? Names have power, it makes since one such as I would have more then one name to help feeble minds understand me better. I am fear, I am dark, I am vile and and sweet and I am holy pain. The shadows are my mother and humanity my child. But you can call me Shade."
"You seem to have a high opinion of yourself...Shade," Utlapa said.
"It is well earned Utlapa, traitor, oath-breaker. Former spirit warrior and member of the Quileute people."
"You know of me?"
"Oh yes, I am big fan of your work," the voice said.
"But I know not of you."
"I doubt you would. I have been here a long time. Many have forgot of me," the voice said.
"Are you with the Buffalo Man?" Utlapa asked.
"No, never!"
"Then what are you doing here?"
"Imprisoned, long ago. I did battle with a sage who the Buffalo Man did ask to fight me in his stead. The sage did trap me here and here I have remained ever since."
"So...the Buffalo Man fears you?"
"Oh yes!" the voice hissed.
"And...you are powerful?"
"Very. Even imprisoned my essence did seep out into the world, whispering to the people. But there is a power here that has made me strong, let me speak to you. You alone who can hear my voice, you who knows me all so well, better then many above who have forgotten my voice."
"And why would you wish to speak to me?"
"You and I have a lot in common. We both chaff in our imprisonment. Our bondage. Me in my prison of rock and earth, you in the spells and enchantments the spirits put on you."
Utlapa was quiet for a moment. "Am I assuming you wish to be freed?"
"Yes."
"And in return would...free me from my bondage?"
"Yes."
Utlapa smiled. "What do I have to do?"

The wolves and the Cullens had gathered the next morning.
The Cullens had called down the Denali coven to look after Nessie while they all went to help the wolves get Qahla back. Jake had chosen five wolves to stay behind to protect the tribe while they were gone.
They were not happy to stay but they understood the necessity of it.
They were in Bella and Edward's meadow (all the holes having been filled in) getting ready to leave. Terra was quietly meditating on the ground, the fire salamander sat next to him.
"The fire salamander will lead us to Qahla, we will scope out the area. Terra is convinced there will be all kinds of spells and such to keep the place protected," Jake said.
"We will stay here and help Terra channel magic and cast spells," Rachel said.
"How can you do that when you are so far away?" Quil asked.
Rachel showed them the crystal Terra gave them. "This is Terra's, it will connect me to him and through me he will be connected to the other shamans. He said he will bless you and paint you with sigils to help protect you from the spirits magics."
"But what about Utlapa?" Sam asked.
"That is where Bella comes in handy," Terra spoke.
"Me?" Bella asked looking surprised.
"Yes, the thing about Utlapa is not that his is an amarok. When the spirits brought him back, they made damn sure to create a mystic connection between them and him, it allows them to monitor him and to transfer their power to him. And since he was a spirit warrior it gives him an edge to have all that raw power. Now as you know, Bella's power keeps her mind safe from psychic intrusion, since she became a vampire she can manipulate this shield to protect others."
"You are going to use her to cut off his connection to the spirits!" Jake said.
"Bingo," Terra said with a smile.
"But I can't do that. When I protect Jake or Sam my shield automatically traveled to their packs as well," Bella said.
"Did you ever think maybe you could change it around so instead of protecting them and their wolves you could cut them off from the pack mind?"
"Why would I do that?" Bella asked
"It could be useful for one. After all, did some of the wolves not conspire to kill you and your daughter?"
"That was a misunderstanding, I forgave Sam and the others and thanks to Jake imprinting on Nessie the bond between our two families is stronger than ever," Bella said..
"My, I have to hand it to you Bella, you have a forgiving soul. If it was me and someone came after my brood I would have killed them."
"Some of us can think rationally," Bella said dryly.
"It's mercy, compassion and forgiveness I lack. Not rationality," Terra said.
"I don't know if I can do it, I have never done anything like that," Bella said.
"Don't worry, I can teach you."
"If you can teach me why don't you do it yourself?"
"Because I protect my mind from years of mental discipline and powerful spells. Yours is a natural psychic talent that you can do in an instant. I would require a moment or two to break the connection and since this will be an all-out war I won't have the luxury to take the time to cast the spell. I will be busy with the Buffalo Man to do that."
Terra stood up, and dusted his pants.
"The time is come. Before we leave, I must to one last thing."
"What?" Jake asked.
"I must summon all my magical power, and in order to for that I must return to my true form. Be prepared mortals and immortals, you are about to see a sight no one has seen in a long time. The true me."
He held his travel bag in one hand and his ring in the other.
"Come Warrior's Pride, come Sage's Wisdom. The time has come for battle."
A strong wind suddenly appeared, flower petals swirled around him and a pale light blue glow flashed around him. When it died down Terra had changed.
The hand that had held his bag had turned into a six foot long brown staff with rune like engravings on it, the other hand held an obsidian colored foot long black double edged knife.
Terra looked a lot younger, about in his pre-teens. He was around five foot four and his skin was like metal bronze. His hair grew past his shoulders and his eyes were slanted. His nose was wide and his face was round. He looked like a kid, but he had some serious muscles. He looked like he could crush rock with his fist alone and not break a sweat.
White body paint decorated his skin, like the runes on the staff. He wore a pair of fur boots, a tan colored loincloth a large sandy colored fur coat, the head of a saber tooth cat covered his head, and its long dagger like teeth framed his face, making him look even more lethal.
His eyes were black, but they had not lost that ancient look in them that made you feel like you were in the presence of something truly primeval.
Between the eyes and the bad ass look Terra looked more intimidating then a newborn vampire who hadn't had anything to eat in a month.
Everyone stared at him open mouthed.
"Dude!" Quil said.
"This is the real you?" Embry asked.
"It is, the first form, the real me. My power is at its peak when I am in this form."
The vampires and shape-shifters could see the magic faintly, moving around him like hot air. But the shamans could see his magic, they could see deeper into the spirit world then the others and they could see the magic more clearly.
It looked like silk, layers and layers of beautiful burning silk made from lava, glowing around him and through him, beautiful streams of blues, reds, greens and yellows burning with the intensity of a burning flame, yet so elegant and graceful, rubbing against him like a pet cat rubbing against your leg..
They knew it was beautiful to look at but deadly. That if they touched it, they would be burned up. Their frail mortal bodies unable to hold that kind of power. They could not comprehend how Terra could hold so many conflicting energies inside him.
Because they knew that was what it was, the dozens of different colors were different types of mystical energy. Energies that normally should not be able to coexist due to their conflicting natures, but here they were housed inside Terra, so perfect, so symmetrical, so deadly.
It made the mystics respect him and fear him more then they had and also wonder how they instinctively knew all this.
Terra focused and it seemed to receded into him, like water going down a drain.
They could still see it, just above his skin, making him look like a glowing kaleidoscope.
"What the hell was that!" Paul asked.
"It was like when Qahla was fighting the spirit kid, I felt like my insides were about to burn up!" Quil said.
"That was my power, the power I have collected over thousands upon thousands of years of spell casting and rituals to gain this power."
"Well, I suddenly feel a whole lot better about our chances now," Leah said.
"Wait, if he had this kind of power why didn't he use it before?" Paul asked.
"The situation didn't call for me to use this power, it would be a waist to use it over little things when I was perfectly capable of using spells to protect the area," Terra said.
"Why didn't you use this to fight Utlapa?"
"I figured I could handle Utlapa, I didn't think the spirits would share their power with him. They tend to be very tactful with what they do with their power."
"You claim to be so big and bad yet you keep screwing up. How do we know you are actually bad ass enough to take on these spirits?"
Terra tapped his staff on the ground. Paul was suddenly airborne, flying up into the air, screaming as some unseen force lifted him so high until they could no longer hear him screaming.
"Wow," Leah said.
"Paul!" Rachel yelled.
"Can anyone see him?"
"We do," Carlisle said.
"You did that?" Jake asked Terra.
"Yep."
"Nice."
"I think he is coming back down," Sue said.
"Shouldn't we try to catch him?" Jared asked.
"Are you kidding? He would crush us," Sam said.
Paul was coming back down, screaming as he fell.
"Paul!" Rachel yelled.
Paul stopped about a foot before he hit the ground, he had his eyes closed and thought he was still falling so he continued to scream.
He fell to the ground and stopped screaming. His whole body was shaking and he was deathly pale. Sam and Jared helped him stand up, he was still shaking.
"When are you going to learn to respect your elders...idiot," Terra said.
"Alright guys, let's go get our little chief back!" Jake said.

"You need me to what?"
"I need you to bring me a vessel, someone who has done horrible things and stained their soul. I was a gardener once, I spread the seed of evil in the fertile hearts of mankind, I nourished them and fed them until it was time to harvest and I would devour their tainted hearts, giving me power. I spread evil and feed on it, it is why I was imprisoned underground where no one would find me. Find a sinner and bleed them onto my prison so I may feed and be free."
"Where do I find such an evil being?" Utlapna asked.
"Why don't you offer yourself?"
Utlapa turned and found the Buffalo Man standing there.
"You!" Shade hissed.
"Utlapa, did you not think I am always watching you. Did you forget the psychic bond that keeps me aware of you?" Buffalo Man asked.
Utlapa rushed him, his body turning into its wolf form. Buffalo Man waved his hand and Utlapa fell to the ground, kept there by some unseen force.
"I deal with you in a moment," Buffalo Man said.
He turned to address the stalagmite that held Shade.
"You know, I almost forgot you were down here. How long has it been since you were imprisoned?"
"Too long!"
"Well I hope you enjoyed this social interaction. It's going to be the last one you have in a long time."
"A pox on you filth! I will be freed and I will tear and mutilate your lands!"
"That's what you said when you were first imprisoned, and look, it is still here."
He snapped his fingers and Utlapa stood up. "Come Utlapa, we must get ready. I sensed a surge of power coming from Washington and I am sure we are about to have some guests."

Fusedtwilight: Next chapter is the big battle. And by the way, someone will die. Please review.
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