Rise Together (Part 4)
- G.G. Marshall
- Jun 19
- 7 min read
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Alrienne tried listening to whispering sounds of age-old trees dancing in the wind, and her feet crunching on autumn leaves as she picked her way through the forest. She always knew she was different and it wasn’t approved of, but why should she do something just because someone else did it that way?
Her intention hadn’t been to humiliate the men, but bringing back the largest prize had been a bonus. Any help on the hunt should be celebrated! But no, how dare she show up any man!
As the sun dipped low on the horizon, casting amber hues upon the verdant canopy, Alrienne calmed to the nightly sounds of the forest coming to life. She yearned for freedom, yearned to be able to choose who she was, and for that to be okay. The forest didn’t judge, it willingly embraced her.
Suddenly, a shrill cry, overflowing with desperation, shattered the tranquility of the forest and broke Alrienne’s ruminations. It was instinct that caused Alrienne to drop her water bucket and run toward the call for help.
Alrienne stumbled upon a scene that stirred both dread and determination in her heart. A young girl, no more than thirteen-years-old, stood frozen before a monstrous silhouette looming amidst the shadows. She was trembling before a dark-furred bear standing on its hind legs. As it fell back to all fours, Alrienne charged in with a yell to distract the creature. She’d left her preferred weapon, a bow, at home when she’d hurried out of the house. But she always had her dagger.
Claws and fangs flashed in the moonlight’s gleam as she desperately fought with the shining blade. The girl was still shivering against a tree, distracting Alrienne for a moment. Glancing over, Alrienne hollered at the girl to run. Wide-eyed, the girl turned and darted away like a frightened rabbit. But the break in focus was too long and Alrienne knew she’d made a mistake even before the sting of claws ripped across her back.
Turning toward the bear, Alrienne battled with fury, but knew it was a losing battle. It was too late to turn and run, but her mission was complete, the girl had gotten away. It wasn’t long before claws found purchase, rending flesh and shattering bone, while her blade faltered. In throes of agony, Alrienne gasped for air as she struggled until the last, inevitability striking her in the face as she slipped into oblivion’s embrace.
As darkness loomed over Alrienne, she fought to open her eyes once more, prone on the forest floor. Squinting through the haze, Alrienne saw the bear transform. It was still in the shape of a bear, but it became ethereal, its figure no longer tangible. Alrienne watched in amazement as it lowered its massive head and snuffled at her with a nose that caused a slight chill. The bear was now no more than a glowing pale blue and white light in the shape of an animal creature.
Alrienne wasn’t certain if her wounds knit themselves back together, or if the pain simply melted away despite them, but strength coursed back into her veins. Movement became easy again and she filled her lungs with a deep breath before standing.
The bear didn’t make a sound, only watched with intelligent brown eyes before turning its head away and lumbering into the trees. Surrendering to the call of destiny, Alrienne followed the silent guardian through the woods.
The journey took hours, taking Alrienne through small streams and past countless bushes and trees. Despite the darkness of night that settled over the land, she could see with clarity as if it was midday. Every multi-colored tree leaf, every bush, every lingering berry clinging to its branch was clear and defined.
Bright pink and purple hues upon a pale azure horizon alerted Alrienne to the awakening dawn, but yet her body hadn’t tired. Then she saw mossy stone steps within a small clearing, leading upward. The bear stopped at the edge of the steps and looked back at her.
“Thank you,” Alrienne said in a reverent whisper, pausing in place until the bear departed. She watched as it headed back from where they came, its form flickering in and out as blue and white glow turned back into darkened fur.
Knowing fate lay ahead and not behind, Alrienne began to climb the steps. The staircase seemed to reach past the clouds and she could not see or sense the end, but she continued to ascend. One foot in front of the other, time after time, until a doorway appeared at the top of the staircase. It was lodged in the middle of the vision of a pale glowing six-foot fence, shaped as if forged from wrought iron, and stretching each way into the clouds.
The door, the same height as the fence, was arched at the top and gave off a blue glow, drawing Alrienne’s full attention as it opened. A female figure draped in silver armor with gold edging stood in the open doorway. A golden leaf circlet adorned her head, wings flaring out from each side of it. Golden curls were pulled away from her face in a tight braid, and tucked tightly against her back were feathered white wings.
Awestruck, Alrienne sharply inhaled, mesmerized by the ferociousness and beauty of the woman before her. She knew immediately who this woman was.
Not a name, not a distinct personal connection, but she’d heard the tales of the Nordics. Tales of female warriors who fought for the gods. She’d been told to ignore such tales, her tribe followed different beliefs and different gods. But here the woman was, golden eyes fixed on Alrienne.
The woman didn’t say a word, simply waiting for Alrienne to gain her composure and continue walking forward until she’d reached the entrance. The woman stepped back, allowing Alrienne to pass through the door.
“How am I here?” were the words Alrienne breathed out once she’d passed through the opening. Her eyes took in the sight of mountain peaks breaking through rolling clouds. Of impossible forests rising in the distance, of houses and pathways, and female warriors, walking or flying about their home.
The woman’s face broke into a faint smile, golden eyes searching Alrienne’s face, “Do you not know, child?”
Though Alrienne was nineteen, she knew that here she was indeed no more than a child. Her mortal years were a blink of an eye for the immortal warriors who called this place their home. “The bear,” Alrienne whispered.
The woman looked slightly amused at the suggestion, shaking her head. “You may call me Geira, child. And do you wish to be here?”
Alrienne felt her heartbeat quicken and gave a quick nod of affirmation, spirit soaring with possibilities now open to her.
Geira reached into the air and a silver spear formed within her hand. She handed the weapon to Alrienne, gaze never leaving the girl’s face. “Do not be caught without your weapon, child. I hope now you have learned.”
Alrienne grabbed the weapon, fingers brushing Geira’s. She felt a shock at the contact, an electrifying current coursing through her body. An almost unbearable pain engulfed Alrienne, wrapping her in a tightening, blindingly white light before releasing her. It was instinct that told Alrienne wings were now upon her back, but sight revealed her skin was now smooth, flawless, and effused with the same soft glow as the woman before her. It took several moments for everything to sink in, but the woman before Alrienne was patient and waited silently.
Finally, Alrienne gathered her wits and looked up, gaze meeting Geira’s. “What is my duty now?”
“But child, you have already chosen,” Geira replied, waving her hand so the clouds below them parted.
Alrienne gazed down to find not only the clouds, but the stone pathway had dissipated beneath her feet. Amusement momentarily overtook her as she wondered, would she have fallen through the clouds to a second death if Geira had gestured in such a way mere minutes ago?
But then, what Geira was focusing on caught Alrienne’s attention. It was the preteen girl from the woods. She’d left her house early in the morning and was heading toward a barn to care for the family animals.
The girl was humming and soon broke into song:
“Tell me what you will
Say I did not see it
But it was more than the thrill
And I was never even bit
A lady, I say,
A lass of brave stature
Bravely ran into the fray,
Blade piercing, the bear couldn’t stay.”
Alrienne felt a sense of relief, the girl was indeed safe. Looking back to Geira, Alrienne swallowed hard, feeling a renewed sense of purpose and a newfound sense of belonging. “I thought this was destiny,” Alrienne stated, voice no longer a whisper, but strong and bold - confident she belonged here.
“No, child. Even in the darkest of moments, we always have a choice. And it is the choices you made that brought you here. You defined yourself by embracing your purpose, even when those around you refused to see. Your heart was born with wild thunder, but it is your will that allowed it to run free,” Geira’s voice was confident as her bold, golden gaze held Alrienne’s.
A smile spread across Alrienne’s face and she gripped her spear more tightly, lifting it in the air. Slicing it across a cloud, Alrienne felt the spear shift into a bow that fit comfortably in her hand. Alrienne’s mortal existence, though less than a day’s distance, faded into noiseless echoes upon the Earth. Alrienne embraced the future with open arms, knowing now that another’s acceptance or disapproval did not determine what was true. It did not determine who she was.
Here, Alrienne could embrace her own spirit, among a tapestry of stars, in a timeless realm with other females of like heart and mind. Full of freedom, Alrienne knew she belonged with the harbingers of hope and change. Here, her fierce will was at liberty to embrace the wildness within as she fought darkness in the world, one battle at a time.
~ G.G. Marshall
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