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New Mutants Unlimited #61
Post by Chord on Jun 19, 2007, 4:01pm

New Mutants Unlimited #61

Cover: Orchestra building a monster similar to Frankstein

Title: Patriarchy.

“Hello?”

As I shouted into the moonlight I was unaware that my cries were falling on deaf ears. It had been many days since I had left the mansion, the home of my tribe, the New Mutants, and while I missed home I knew the journey I was undertaking was more important than whatever temporary setbacks they might reach without my aid in battle.

Since leaving the mansion Rondo and I had traveled a great distance. We spent days simply exploring New York before taking a train towards Florida, where we snuck onto a cargo boat bound for the island nation of Haiti, the last place Brother Voodoo had been seen. It was regretful that we had to travel such a distance, but Dr. Strange had made himself quite inaccessible and we had little choice.

Our boat ride had been going smoothly, as I had managed to hide myself and Rondo from the crew. Everything was going fine…until now.

At first I attributed the silence of the ship to night that still lingered, but that wasn’t it. The darkness around me, the shadows, it did not feel the way night on Earth usually does. This was something else entirely.

“I’m…I’m home.”

I could hardly believe it as I left the cargo bay and climbed up onto the deck of the ship. What was once nothing but choppy waters around the ship was now sky and floating landmasses, and believe me, this sky had little resemblance to the one of Earth. It was a vicious shade of crimson with streaks of black and violet jutting across it.

“Have you missed it as much as I have?”

The grizzled voice that rang out behind me was instantly recognizable, but I couldn’t possibly be hearing the voice of Ma’kita, the elder of the Thrice-Stepper tribe. He was to the Thrice-Steppers what Xavier is to the X-men.

“Elder…I do not understand? How have I come to be here? How have you come to be here?” I question. Of course I knew how he was in the Darkforce, I just didn’t understand how he was on this ship with me.

“Oh young one, I’m offended you did not figure it out.”

As I turned to face the wizened gray shadow I realized that clutched in his hand was the struggling shadow of small rat.

“I followed you to Earth and took the shape of this Earth creature in order to safeguard you among the humans.” He soon devoured the shadow of the creature and approached me slowly. I backed away.

“I do not understand elder!” I said, raising my voice slightly. “If you were with me on Earth that whole time why did you not reveal yourself to me? And how have you returned us here? What have you done with the crew of this ship?”

He shook his head and laughed an action that did not help him gain any of my confidence.

“Vardøgr, you are right to ask these questions. You would be remiss as a leader and tactician to do so. The realm of Earth has a strange effect on beings like us, as you might have noticed your increased need for sleep, despite the fact that you fought it off. For me, I realized that I could no hold my base form in that realm without taking hold of a shadow, which I did. I chose to wait for the right moment to reveal myself to you, which, just so happens to be now.”

“It was impertinent for me to bide my time until I could properly enact the spell that would allow me to draw us back here to the Underlands. It is unfortunate the humans aboard this ship were unable to survive the journey, but it of no great consequence. Their world is filled with many.”

I could hardly believe what I was hearing. Not only was my elder showing a blatant disregard for innocent life, he had even admitted to partaking in the art of witchery, an art that my people had long condemned for it was the witchery of the Shadowcaster that had forever cursed my people.

“They had families! Tribes of their own that they had to support! How can you justify that?”

“How can you justify abandoning your own tribe?”

The words were barely out of his mouth for a second before I had rasped my fists against his skull.

“You dare?” I shout, my jaw open to its maximum length, dark saliva dripping from my teeth onto his face. “I am Vardøgr of the Thrice-Steppers, third and last in line directly from the Shadowcaster, when you strike at me you strike the patriarch of our people! You strike at history! YOU STRIKE AT THE BEGINNING!”

“I STRIKE AT WEAKNESS!” he shouted, a blast of energy sweeping upwards from his body knocking me away from him. “Whatever authority you may have once had as leader of our tribe means little to me young one. You abandoned us and for what, a clan of barbarians and fools? Because you fear the inevitable end that every other member of our people has met with honor? As far as I’m concerned if you do not wish to die with us, you are not one of us, but I relent. I am not fool enough to believe that the tribe can survive without you, even if you are little more than a figurehead…”

“I have not and never will be a figurehead.”

The words leave my mouth forcefully, as if there is a power behind them, but truthfully I’m still reeling from his verbal attack. Everything he said was absolutely true.

“You will be from this point onwards, I will be sure of that.”

Such treachery, and from someone I had once trusted.

“No. I will have no part of your mad scheme! If you want so badly to rule over a dying people than so be it, but leave me alone!”

I was burning with rage, it took all of my self control not to end him where he stood, but if I had done that, I couldn’t get home…back to Earth.

He started at me, the look on his face on of disappoint me and confusion.

“You really don’t understand do you?” he asked, dragging me over to the side of the ship, pointing to the landmass we were floating towards. It looked like the one my people once lived on, but that couldn’t be. The usual plumes of smoke weren’t echoing from the land, and I could only spot a few large huts.

Ma’kita didn’t say much but he continued to direct the ship towards our village with his strange powers. As we met shore (if you will) we weren’t met with the grand assemblage I would have imagined, instead, we weren’t met by anyone at all to be honest.

“This is not about being power hungry. Vardøgr, this is about leading a dying people in their hour of need.” he whispered as we leapt down onto the land.

I mostly ignored his words as I scoured the village. How long I searched I cannot say, but I examined every nook and cave on our lands before collapsing. I found nothing but the signs of a struggle.

”You…you…you fucking bastard.” “You left the alone to chase me and look what’s happened!? All of our people are dead! WE ARE THE LAST!”

I would’ve attacked him if tears weren’t flowing from my eyes. I cried not because my people were dead, I cried because I should have been here bleeding as they did, crying as they did, dying as they did.

Blood, shadow and water flowed from eyes for days before I had nothing left to expel. It was then that I knew what I had to do.

“Ma’kita, give me the book.”

I didn’t have to ask him twice and he didn’t question me until it was in my hands. I flipped through the ancient pages carefully until I found the page I sought. Ma’kita looked at me in disgust as I read over the ancient words.

He must’ve thought I was going insane for looking over the very same spell cast by the Shadowcaster to create my people, but I wasn’t. I could make this work. I could bring them all back. I could do right by them. My fear of destiny be damned, I owed it to them.

“Send me back now.” I say, clutching the book underneath my arm and moving towards the cargo ship. “The next time you see me we’ll be reunited with our people. I swear it.”

Of course he had to make things more difficult.

“I cannot in good conscience do this, what you are planning is foolish. You cannot make another pact with the Dark god!”

Before he could say another word I had taken his form into mine. It was strange to say the least, I had never taken in the shadow of one of my own people because…well, I had never seen the point, but now, now I wish I had done it sooner. All of his knowledge of the forbidden witchery was flooding my mind. It took me a moment to find the proper spell but once I did, I could clearly see my path back to Earth.

I turned to look at my ruined land once more before departing.

“You shall be great again. I promise.”


Re: New Mutants Unlimited #61
Post by Pester on Jun 21, 2007, 1:41am

While my feeble mind didn't comprehend parts, I still find it suitably epic.


Re: New Mutants Unlimited #61
Post by Chord on Jun 21, 2007, 3:06am

Jun 21, 2007, 1:41am, Pester wrote:While my feeble mind didn't comprehend parts, I still find it suitably epic.

Anything you need explained, just ask. Is it because of grammar errors (I probably need to read it over) or was it just confusing? I didn't really want to do it all in the firs person but I figured since I did my first Orc fic that way, I might as well keep it up.


Re: New Mutants Unlimited #61
Post by Pester on Jun 21, 2007, 12:16pm

I just wasn't sure if I was supposed to know why the witch man's spell was going to bring Orchestra's tribe back or not.


Re: New Mutants Unlimited #61
Post by Orchestra on Jun 21, 2007, 12:30pm

Jun 21, 2007, 12:16pm, Pester wrote:I just wasn't sure if I was supposed to know why the witch man's spell was going to bring Orchestra's tribe back or not.

You are, the spell was discussed in the last fic. By using it again, he'd essentially be condeming a whole new group individuals to live out the curse of his people again.

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