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|On Twisted Hill (standard:other, 5184 words)|
|Author: red1hols||Added: Jun 22 2002||Views/Reads: 2467/1861||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|Karen has always believed in the Little People and they will help out. After all they get something in return. Warning : Adult content. Discretion advised.|
Click here to read the first 75 lines of the story whisper, the combined sound can be heard in all of the many tunnels that led to the sacred stairs of the under chamber. At last, the priest appears from the tunnel. His silver and gold robe seems to generate light as it glides towards the foot of the stairs. When he is in position, eight junior priests in silver robes come out of the tunnel. On their shoulders, they bear two long poles, between the two poles hangs a large white box. From the crack of the lid, coloured light flashes. ---oooOOOooo--- James is now slumped on the sofa. The TV is tuned in to a Saturday morning kids show, but he isn't aware of it. He is trying to work out where he last had the necklace. The value of the piece lay in sentiment not in the small sharks' tooth, the leather thong or even the small silver setting. He still saw Annie occasionally, and she always asked if he was wearing her charm. He would always invite her to feel his shirt for the familiar lump, which she would do with a slender sensuous finger, taking far longer to seek out the talisman than really needed. Of course, if you asked James why he was so desperate about locating it, he would not admit that those all too rare moments with Annie were the cause. ---oooOOOooo--- The priest starts to climb up the stairs. The bearers of the box follow him, followed by the elders. They ascend the stairs in silence towards the main chamber. The smoke from tiny oil lamps hangs in the air and gently parts to let the priest and his retinue past. The sacred stairs of the under chamber lead the party up wards to the semi-circular stage in the centre of the chamber facing the entrance to the Southern labyrinth. The chamber is almost a perfect half sphere. If cleared, a human could stand in it comfortably. The Little People, barely two inches high are dwarfed in its magnificence. The stone walls are smooth and are adorned by thousands of panels, each lovingly painted with scenes denoting the outside. Flowers and trees; pictures of waterfalls; storms rolling across verdant valleys; little people playing golden pipes atop huge mushrooms and of dancing on mossy banks. Each panel is surrounded by gilt designs similar to those on Karen's Celtic Ring. The largest panels are above the four main entrances and the largest adorns the very top of the chamber. Above the North entrance is a scene depicting a number of Little People in green and brown Gatherer garb hunting down a large rat with silver spears. Blood from wounds on the rats' flanks stain the snow, as one of the Little People stands poised to make the final blow with a huge axe. The Eastern picture shows a group of Gatherers struggling to lower pale blue birds eggs down the branch of a flowering thorn. A picture of Little People dancing around a pile of seeds and vegetables sits above the Southern Entrance, hundreds of smiling faces whirling and weaving their way around the bounty in bright summer sunshine. Above the Western entrance, there is a depiction of a busy kitchen with Little People preparing preserves from a huge pile of assorted fruit & berries. The panel at the very top of the cavern is of Little People sailing a strange flying ship across a huge rainbow. This can hardly be seen from the floor. A mass of chains, cogs, wheels, rods and gears obscure the view. Around the mass of strange machinery, a series of crystal gutters hang from spiders silk. Some of the gutters are straight, some curved, and others form spirals or sea-saws. Together the gutters form an abstract path from the very top of the chamber to a large silver bowl set in the floor in front of the stage where the priests and the elders have assembled. ---oooOOOooo--- Karen is in good spirits as she makes her way down the tree-lined street towards the main road. The sun is warm and tempered with enough of a gentle breeze for her to class it a perfect early summer day. She believes that shopping with Sara, the good weather, a gossipy lunch and a sloppy movie will go a long way to lift her spirits. Sara has a sense of adventure that she lacks, the impetuousness that she yearns to copy, combined with a general air of rebellion of which her mother would disapprove. Everyone at work comments on the fact they are complete opposites. Sara is tall, pale and willowy while Karen is average height, dark and very curvaceous. Sara broke the men's hearts while Karen seems to be the one getting hurt. Some have expressed surprise that the two had become such firm friends given that Karen is almost obsessive about planning and Sara so impulsive and disorganised. They would have realised why if they could have read Karen's thoughts as she reaches the main road and turns left towards the bus stop. She is wondering what adventurous purchase Sara will encourage her to make today. Some erotic item that is destined to be hidden in the box at the back of her wardrobe away from her mother's prying eyes; waiting for Karen to summon the courage to bring it back into the light. ---oooOOOooo--- High in the South-Western side of the chamber, a panel slides back. Little People in red robes file through onto a walkway so transparent that they appear to be floating on air. They move in step, long thin feet encased in beetle-skin boots make a silent rhythm as the Craftsmen of the upper labyrinth make their way to the floor of the chamber. The Priests and the elders watch them descend. As they reach the floor, the carriers of the box move to the side of the stage and deftly slide the box from it's two long carrying poles and place it into a decorative cage. A single chain on the top of the cage leads towards the mass of machinery above. Satisfied that the box is in the centre of the cage the priests withdraw to take up their position behind the high priest. The Craftsmen form up in neat rows to the right of the stage. The cage rests between them and those on the stage. As the last of the Craftsmen take up their position at the rear, four from the front rank suddenly make the impressive leap up onto the stage. The four walk into the cage and close an ornate gate behind them. Slowly the chain tightens and the cage rises towards the roof. The priests consult. The High Priest produces a pouch from the folds of his robe and steps forward to the edge of the stage. His hand withdraws a handful of grey powder from the pouch and tosses it into the silver bowl. There is a fizz and then a flash within the bowl. A ring of smoke rises upwards for a few seconds and dissipates. ---oooOOOooo--- The shrill tone of a mobile phone causes Karen to hurriedly delve into her shoulder bag. It is Sara. She has forgotten their arrangement. Despite her inward disappointment, Karen doesn't complain, she knows her friend and has become used to these sudden changes in plans. After a brief chat, they arrange to meet for a late lunch followed by the promised retail therapy. After replacing the phone Karen perches on a wall next to the bus stop and considers what to do for the next few hours. ---oooOOOooo--- The cage reaches the very top of the chamber, those inside peer down at the stage below them. From the Southern entrance, Little People in yellow robes begin to file in. At the same time, the tribe of the Eastern Labyrinth appear dressed in robes the green of spring leaves. Silently, the two tribes form up in neat rows behind the stage, a mass of green and yellow. Although the High Priest has his back to them, he seems to sense when the last of them is in position. Barely has the final row formed when he throws another handful of dust into the silver bowl. Another fizz and flash, another smoke ring rises up and disappears. ---oooOOOooo--- James gets up from the sofa, heads for the bedroom, and changes into shorts and a T- shirt. Perhaps a run will blow away the frustrations. On the way back he could go via the taxi office and see if the necklace had come off during the horseplay in the back of the cab on his way home last night. As he ties up the laces on his trainers, he can think of no other place that the necklace could be. He leaves the flat and locks the door, placing the keys in a pouch around his waist along with a little money and his mobile phone. As he starts down the stairs, a thought strikes him and he unzips the pouch and searches it. His mind on other things, James doesn't take his normal right turn towards the park, but turns left. His legs fall into a good rhythm as he heads towards the open fields at the edge of town. As he runs, his hand goes to his chest several times as it seems strange not to have the light bumping of his talisman keeping time with the pumping of his legs. ---oooOOOooo--- Karen gets up from the wall and heads towards the row of small shops where she purchases a magazine. She can see the hill and strange tree on the summit rising behind the houses opposite and decides that would be a good place to sit and read for a couple of hours before heading off to meet Sara. Karen is a regular visitor to Twisted Hill. A few years ago, the council had put a bench under the tree in memory of Mrs. Blackwood. Karen had often seen her on the hill when she was young and she had spun wonderful stories about the little people who lived in the tree and the magic they wrought to bring happiness to those who believed. Karen's mother and others in the neighbourhood described Mrs. Blackwood as a character. It wasn't until she was older that she realised that this was their polite way of saying that they thought she wasn't quite the full shilling. Karen likes to sit on the hill and look across to her house from the shade of the twisted willow on the summit. When she was younger, she would lie on her stomach, head cupped in her hands, watching people going about their business in the suburb below. She would tell the fairies and the tree all the news about school, her friends and her parents. Although the fairies never replied, she was confident that they heard and whenever she had a problem, they helped. Now she was older she still goes back and makes sure the fairies know all the news, although she takes care that she is alone. Fearing what people may think. Karen blushes as she thinks about Sara's probable reaction to her faith in the fairies in Twisted Hill. ---oooOOOooo--- Two carts roll into the chamber. Eight Little People pull one from the Western entrance, carrying James' much-missed necklace. The other comes from the Northern entrance carrying Karen's ring. The carts make their way to the silver bowl, watched by thousands of tiny eyes. The carts are carefully backed up to the bowl. The Little People in charge of the carts turn and look to the stage for the sign. The High Priest waits. The years have taught him that pauses add to the tension and the spectacle. At last he takes a few steps forward to the edge of the stage and nods. The carts are tipped up and their cargoes, Karen's ring and James' necklace, fall into the silver bowl with the sound of a large bell being tolled. The Little People in charge of the carts scamper back to the entrances and disappear. A few seconds later, the Western and Northern tribes begin to file into the hall. The orange robes form up in front of the stage on the left, while the dark blue robes form up next to them to the right. The High Priest raises his arms above his head. ---oooOOOooo--- Halfway across the field, James notices the figure starting up the slope of the hill. He watches her for a few seconds before turning to focus on the tree. A tall and willowy blonde would have held James attention longer. James picks up his pace slightly as he sets himself the target of beating the walker to the summit. Karen hasn't spotted the figure running in the field below. Her eyes are fixed on the uneven footpath as she picks her footfalls with care to avoid damaging her shoes. The two of them head towards the summit of Twisted Hill. Although Karen was first on the hill, it looks like James will easily be the first to reach the top until he hits the slope. James pace slows, as the effort needed to climb increases. In the end they reach the top together, Karen's sudden awareness of the runner causing her to start. ---oooOOOooo--- One of the craftsmen in the cage opens the white box and helped by a companion removes the ball. It is transparent, almost like a marble, except that coloured lights occasionally flash from inside. The craftsmen look down at the colourful scene below, the floor is awash with colour, blocks of red, blue, orange, white, yellow and green. Only the sharp eyes of the craftsmen are focussed on the arms of the High Priest. The High Priest drops his arms. The Craftsmen release the ball into the crystal gutter. The ball releases a flash of violet as it starts to slowly roll down the chute. ---oooOOOooo--- Karen had intended to sit down on the bench; instead she stood motionless in the middle of the dirt path. James could have easily run around her, but instead pulled up so that there was barely a foot between them. They look at each other. To Karen, James is best described as a babe. James is confused, not sure what to make of his thoughts, he falls back on his winning smile. --oooOOOooo--- The ball rolls on towards the end of the first section of crystal gutter. Everyone on the stage in the centre of the chamber is watching it avidly as it gently rolls and gives out flashes of multi-coloured light. The heads of the Little People on the floor of the chambers are bowed. In silence at first, but in unison they take up a chant. "Bigzuns Veesh Leedzuns Vred. Bigzuns Veesh Leedzuns Vred. Bigzuns Veesh Leedzuns Vred." As they chant, they bend their knees at random. The effect is to make the sea of brightly coloured robes, ripple and swirl like the surface of a still pool disturbed by a swarm of mosquitoes. The ball rolls off the first crystal gutter and on to the next. ---oooOOOooo--- Karen's lifts her right hand and gently feels James' chest through his damp shirt. Gently she feels out the contours of his muscle through the tin fabric. Their eyes are locked together as James slowly bends down and kisses her. The kiss is gently returned. Slowly, James' arms embrace her. James breaks the kiss and plants small kisses on her cheek, her neck and her ear. Karen's hands move around to James' back and pull him towards her. Their lips meet again. This time the kiss is stronger and more animated. Their lips part, the tips of the tongues meet and caress. Karen's hand slowly moves downward, one finger slowly describing small circles down his spine until she reaches the clasp of the pouch. Deftly with one hand, she unclasps it, with a sensuous wriggle the pouch is removed and dropped to the floor. Karen's hand goes back to exploring James's back. ---oooOOOooo--- The ball reaches the end of the second crystal gutter and gently falls into a curved section with a flash of orange. Machinery springs into life with a gentle hum and wheels start to turn. ---oooOOOooo--- James hands reach up under Karen's thin tailored jacket. As the kiss continues, his hands move downward and forward until they briefly rest on her waist. Karen responds by caressing the nape of his neck with a fingernail while the other hand massages a buttock. The seal of their lips stifles a gentle moan from James. His hands start to move, gliding over her curves, lightly touching her ribs and upward to rest on her shoulders. Strong fingers caressed the flesh around the straps of the thin vest top. Karen withdrew her hands and let them hang limply by her sides. Slowly he lets his hands glide down her arms. The jacket slides off. James throws it one handed so that it lands on the bench. Karen's hands return to James's back, now finding a way under his T-shirt and glorying in the heat of his body. As they moved, the T-shirt rode up, exposing more of his tanned flesh. At last, they break the kiss. Her forehead rests on his shoulder while he sucks her earlobe and fills his lungs with of the scent of her long dark hair. James draws back, with a single movement draws his shirt over his head, and throws it onto the bench. As he starts to move forward, she gently rests her hand on his chest to stop him while she drinks in his muscular torso. Karen smiles and unconsciously runs a pink tongue languidly over her upper lip as her eyes fall upon the bulge in his shorts. Her hands reach down to the base of her vest top, pulls it over head then send it to join her jacket, the only self consciousness is over her sensible white bra rather than her situation. James moves forward again and with a deft side step is behind her, arms encircling her flat stomach and mouth kissing and nibbling at first her shoulder and then her neck. Karen cranes her head round, desperate for their lips to meet again. James ignores them, preferring to concentrate on her ear and neck. His hands move slowly down the curves of her hips, pressing her closer and closer. Karen tries to turn her head so that their lips can meet again, but James ignores her, his lips focus instead on the soft skin around her ears as he relishes her scent. As if in retaliation, Karen starts to slowly snake her hips and rub herself against his groin. As he explores her thighs, his fingers come across first the zip and then the button her skirt. They were deftly unfastened. The skirt is kept in place for a few moments by his exploring hands and her pressure against his body. James lifts his hands in the hope of it falling and Karen takes the opportunity to spin round to face him. The skirt now around her ankles, Karen kicks it in the general direction of the bench without ceasing eye contact with James. ---oooOOOooo--- The ball rolls on. The flashes of light more frequent, the colours more varied. The response from the Little People on the floor of the chamber is to bend their knees more often. Some jump off the floor as they straighten. The effect is to make the ripples and patterns within the crowd more striking and complex. The ball reaches the end of another crystal gutter and reaches the entrance of a downward pipe. It circles the hole a few times before making the short drop. Cogs engage. Rods begin to move. A feint mist begins to form above the machinery. ---oooOOOooo--- The couple on the top of the hill stands a few feet apart. They stare deeply into each other's eyes. The girl reaches behind her back and slowly removes her sensible bra, letting it drop next to the bench. The man reaches forward and gently cups her breasts, his thumbs relishing the differing texture of skin and raised nipple. They kiss again; there is urgency and hunger in that kiss. Slowly James sinks down to his knees, his lips paying homage to Karen's body as the move towards her breasts. Once there, they gently rain kisses upon them. The kisses become interspersed with gentle sucks until at last he fastens upon one nipple. He then moves to the other breast, adding gently nibbles to his repertoire. Fingers on one hand caress the neglected breast while his other hand moves across Karen's back, bottom and thighs. After several minutes attentions, he slowly rises again, his lips marking the route back to hers with a thousand tiny caresses against the skin. Karen's hands thrust inside his shorts forcing them downward. At the same time she pushes him backward into the long grass. James tumbles backwards to the ground. Karen pounces upon her prey. ---oooOOOooo--- The ball is now a glowing ball of light, the colours changing constantly, reflecting and refracting off crystal and metal. The mist slowly thickens. As the ball drops from one crystal gutter to another, rods with bulbous heads thrust upwards into the mist. More cogs engage. Copper bobbins start to spin. The chanting on the floor of the chamber stops. The High Priest again raises his arm, his eyes fixed on the swirling mist being agitated by the thrusting, spinning rods. As he watches, the mist thickens to a fog. A stream of yellow light from the ball appears to flow along the gutter. The ball appears to wobble and slow. The fog thickens into a cloud. The cloud seems to absorb the light from the ball, taking on shades of yellow, green, blue, orange, white, red and brown. A sizzling sound emits from the very heart. The High Priest waits. All of the Little People wait. Looking for a sign, they are motionless, probably holding in their breath. The High Priest drops his hands. "Veren Muxen Spurt!" Is the sound that springs in unison from every throat. The ball hangs in the air, now a matter of inches above the Silver Bowl. Silent lightening flashes between the cloud and the thrusting rods. The bulbous ends of the rods erupt. Each has a set of three coloured combs. The combs spin as they are thrust in and out of the cloud. Fine threads form in the cloud. The different colours seemingly attracted to the similarly coloured combs. Once captured by the combs, the thread flies across to the bobbins. Little People in brown and green Gatherers garb appear with empty bobbins. With great speed and agility they leap and weave amongst the fast moving machinery, gather up the full bobbins and replace them with empty ones. The new bobbins begin to fill with the magical thread. All faces are turned upwards, watching the strange harvest. There is no synchronisation of movement now. The excitement of the moment has them bouncing from foot to foot like expectant children in a toyshop. The cloud thins back to a fog and then a mist. The combs, unable to extract the precious thread, sink back into the bulbous ends of the rods. All turn and watch the ball, hanging in the air. The ball flashes crimson. "Veren Muxen Spurt!" The Little people cry. All turn to watch the mist. Again it forms into a fog that slowly thickens into a cloud. More flashes of colour from the ball and again the cloud absorbs them. The rods take up the thrusting motion. There is agitation amongst the white robed elders on the stage, when this continues for several minutes without any effect on the cloud. When the silent Lightening again causes the combs to eject from the rods and the thread to flow, there is obvious relief. The thread flows onto the bobbins. The bobbins are carried to and fro by the Gatherers. The cloud thins. The ball hangs in the air. This seems to surprise the Little People. There is a buzz of conversation in the chamber. All watch the ball. The ball continues to float in the air. The High Priest makes a huddle with his acolytes. As they do so, the ball emits another flash of crimson. "VEREN MUXEN SPURT" The loud cry echoes around the chamber. All watch as the cloud thickens again. This time, a larger rod rises from the machinery to join the others. When the lightening strikes it, gold and silver combs erupt. Silver thread begins to flow; soon golden thread is being threaded onto a bobbin. The floor of the chamber buzzes with high-pitched conversations. The cloud thins again. The ball hangs in the air for a few minutes. With a brilliant flash of white light it drops into the silver bowl. The necklace and the ring vanish. ---oooOOOooo--- The sound of a dog barking causes Karen And James to break their embrace. They stand up in the middle of the circle of flattened grass and quickly start to retrieve their clothes and dress. Pausing now and again for a tender kiss or embrace. It is only when they are both clothed that they realise that neither has spoken since the first meeting. "Hi, I'm Karen. Karen Spencer." Karen holds out a hand so recently exploring his most intimate parts of his body in a formal greeting. "I'm James Brown. It's good to meet you." He clasps the hand with his own that is covered with her musky scent. They both laugh and fall into each other's arms and kiss. Karen breaks the kiss in a panic. "Oh my God! Look at the time. I'm supposed to be meeting someone. Someone else, I mean!" Another shared laugh. James unzips his pouch and pulls out his phone. As he does so, he pulls out a leather thong necklace. A small silver ring with a black stone nestles next to the sharks tooth in the silver setting. "What the....." James holds it up, not understanding how the necklace came to be there and confused how the ring came to be on the still tied thong. Karen looked at the necklace, recognising the ring she beamed a knowing smile. "Oh, James. It's the fairies. The fairies brought us together." James doesn't look convinced. "I'll ring Sara and tell her I don't need to meet her anymore. Then I will tell you about the fairies who live under that tree." ---oooOOOooo--- It's well after sunset. Two gatherers sit in the long grass watching the couple sat on the bench. They have been talking for hours, to each other, to the tree and to "fairies". The Gatherers have been making notes on little slates. The couple get up and head down the hill towards the lights of the houses below. When the gatherers are sure they have left, they dart between the roots of the tree to report on the hopes and desires of the young couple to the priests. ---oooOOOooo--- Tweet
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