Power of Words Chapter 3

Levy stared in horror, she thought Quatz would be able to help her, I-I need to do something, mess it up, or stall…

"Rushlan…why did you have to kill him?" she stuttered, Tamila snickered.

"We needed the blood of a true believer, and well, you can say he really was getting on our nerves," Jackson replied.

"Yeah, and with all the sneaking around he does, he was planning something," Tamila stepped in, "he was probably going take all the power for himself,"

"Enough speaking, the moon is nearly upon us," Quatz interrupted their talk. The two saluted him and went off to their places around the circle. Levy glanced around, trying to find an escape route when a white light filled the room. She glanced up to see the magic circle on the ceiling become transparent and letting the light of a full moon in.

Quatz lifted the books and started to read a spell from it, "Oh nga Makagagahum mga pulong, kami nangaliyupo kamo. Summon sa atong Agalon Seshat sa porma niini nga bata, pinaagi sa dugo sa usa ka matuod nga magtotoo, ug ang kahayag sa usa ka bug-os nga bulan. Gisugo ko kamo... Moabut sa mga labaw sa kasulatan sa kinabuhi!" the magic circle started to glow a dark purple.

The moon light reflected off the circle, combining with the dark purple light, forming a human figure. The hall started to shake as a massive power started to build, the pressure was too much for the people and they fell to their knees. Wind blew through the room, swirling around the figure of light; books went flying around the room. Words came out of their own books and they too started to swirl around the figure.

"Seshat!" Quatz yelled over wind. The figure slowly turned to the man, "We are your followers, we were the ones to summon you, to bring you back, we-" he stopped mid-sentence as his head was turned sharply to the right, breaking his neck. His body fell limp to the floor.

Tamila screamed and tried to make a run for it, but words of dangers swirled around her, entrapping her. They squeezed her till she couldn't breathe. Jackson stood his ground with his eyes closed. The figure ignored him and headed towards Levy. She scooted back, but the invisible wall of the magic circle stopped her. Her eyes were wide with terror as the figure came closer, she could see honey colored eyes beneath the mob of words.

The figure bent down and touched the side of levy's face.

"My child," it whispered, its other hand touched the other side of levy's face, "My sweet child of the scriptures. How poor fortune has come of you…" the words disappeared around the figure, the magic circle dimmed down to a light pink color, and the moon has moved on. Levy stared at the person before her, a beautiful woman. Her eyes were like honey, bright and lively. Her long black hair flowed like black ink on paper. Her bronze skin made her glow like gold and her clothing were of a leopard print.

For someone who was just summoned, Levy was captivated. The women gently stroke her face, tears at the corner of her eyes. Levy noticed that this woman was slightly transparent, for she was still a spirit.

"I am sorry for this outcome, my child of scriptures. I wish no bad deeds upon you, but I must use you," she said.

Shaken out of her captivated state, Levy spoke, "U-use me?"

"Yes, you are chosen as my host," and with that, the spirit became fog-like and entered in Levy's mouth. She wanted to scream and try to bar the spirit from coming in, but it was too strong. The spirit disappears within Levy and her body fell limp to the side.

Jackson was staring in wonder, he didn't realize, or well no one realized that this would happen. Walking over to the body, he unbound the ropes tying her legs and arms off. He gently pulled her to an upright position; her eyes fluttered open and found their way to Jackson.

"What is your name, o loyal servant?" she said.

"I'm Jackson, and are you still…?"

"I am Seshat, Goddess of Words,"

People whispered worriedly amongst themselves. Many people of the town Basaha had left, cutting the town's population in half. A little girl walked out of her home with a backpack on her back and glanced up at the sky. The thing that the people were talking was up in the sky, just floating there, above the city. The little girl knew it was letters, but she didn't how to say it or what it means.

"Cicely!" her mother called, the girl ran back inside, "do you have everything you need?"

Cicely nodded.

"Good, we're leaving!" her mother grabbed her hand and pulled her towards.

"But Jela, Don't go!" her dad cried.

"Harold, just come with us! I'm not living here with that floating word," she lowered her voice so that her daughter couldn't hear, but she did, "bomb, right above the town!"

Harold gave in, "Fine, I'll meet you at the station,"

"Hurry,"

With that, the mother and daughter left their house. While Jela was tugging Cicely towards the train station, the little girl was watching the word up in the sky. It said Bomb, but still didn't know what that meant. She watched float around, then it started to sink.

"Mommy, what's a bomb?"

"Oh! Um…how to explain, dear…"

Cicely kept her eye on the word as it started to fall; no one else seemed to noticed, "Mommy?"

"Yes dear?"

Half the town exploded in fire. Buildings toppled over each other and into the streets. Screams and cries were heard all over the town. Ash floated up to the sky like a cloud, hovering above the city, almost like a veil. People scattered around, helping others up and fleeing to the train station, hoping it's still in function. Few brave people ventured into fallen buildings, searching for anyone was still alive. The fire raged on, trapping helpless people who could not escape.

Basaha had the population of a small town being at 1360 people. Half the town left when the word bomb appeared at the city, 680 people. The aftermath after the bomb fell, 340 survived and fled the city.