Dance of the Sickle Staves

This is an RF Online fanfic I wrote for the RFO - PH site as requested by Vanguard Shinzenbi last September. You can find the site here: Dance of the Sickle Staves. But I'll post it here for everyone's convenience.


Dance of the Sickle Staves
by Rudolph C. Anongos Jr. aka rudewolf

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Hour after hour during that sidereal Novus night, Religari laid still on the dew-laden grass at the Sunny Plains of Cora HQ, his mind a tangled mess of undigested figures of dips and tilts, arms spread wide like an angel’s broken wings. He could not account into his memory the final steps of the Dance of the Sickle Staves.

He had not a single nerve to bother him with his practice, none at all. What stirred him to an endless personal diatribe was a wandering hermit reave’s unsolicited comment. He was no good a wedding dancer, the reave had said.

Practice hours were long and a nagging personal attendant of a zealot was assigned to him to note his progress. On top of that, he was in want of sleep. Below his eyes hung dark bands of inverted crescent, masking their questionable iridescence with stress. Would Harax and her fiance applaud him for his dance?

Religari doubted his abilities when everyone else on that evening was fully confident in his ability to invoke Decem’s blessing and open the ever elusive Decem’s Eye – only through a perfectly executed Dance of the Sickle Staves, seeing that it had been the only method known to bypass whatever Force that had kept it locked.

The Decem’s Eye was a prized artifact of the Knights of Antiquity, a small cube that has only been opened twice, with each opening revealing fragments of the past and the future of Cora. It wasn't his job to open Decem's eye. But since a wedding was to take place, the Dance was compulsory so the task would have to be given to him. Letting anyone other than the bride's chosen dancer have a try at the Eye be considered taboo.

What reasons did Religari have to answer back to the wizened reave? It was not his choice to be the wedding dancer in the first place. But refusal to a betrothed woman’s request would only mean ten scores of misfortune upon him.

“And that’s a lot of bad luck to last a lifetime, kid,” as quoted by Mringankasekhar to him with one of his sheepish grins.

“That geezer!” Religari shouted out at the darkness. He wanted to cry. Lifting all one hundred sickle staves during the midway formation of the dance was just too difficult for him. He’s not even through with half of the whole routine. Mring promised that it will be all easy once all the staves were in the air in the midway formation but Religari realized later that what the archmagus told him was a lie.

Religari just sighed when he took note of the time. He looked up to see the clouds already tinted with the pink and orange hues of the approaching morning. It only made sense that Religari go on with his practice once more.

In his supine form, he raised his right arm and recalled his sickle staff out of thin air. Next, he intoned a basic wind spell, summoning a gust of wind that scooped him off the ground, setting him in a frenetic, clockwise spin upon landing on both his feet. His simple use of Force alone reverberated out to rekindle the purple flames of the one hundred sickle staves set standing in a spiral pattern around him.

The beat of the drums, the humming of the woodwinds and the plucking of the zithers’ silk cords played the accompanying music in his mind, a phantom ensemble guiding him in the midway formation of the dance

As his spin smoothened upon tilting on his toes, he shifted his hold on the sickle staff to his left hand, his right raised diagonally along the staff's angle of inclination. Being of light build, his lissome body bended slightly to the staff's weight, allowing the headpiece to hover just above the apex of the grass blades. Although his current position was circumstantial, the technicalities of the Dance required it.

“Earth fecund and verdant so,

claim Decem's scions to your bosom.

Humble grass beneath my feet

in Decem's overgrowth rejoice.”

He casted the spell without so much of a sound; a modified terra chant. Upon his staff's contact with the grass, Religari released the earthbound Force that made the interwoven pattern of plant life around him erupt into a frenzied mass of rapidly growing vegetation.

Wave after wave of viridian Force, the lowly grass that carpeted the ground writhed and twisted around the sickle staves as each tendril grew into long, slender, bud-bearing stalks that in no time blossomed into flowers of every kind and color imaginable.

The blossoms' fragrance was undoubtedly intoxicating. Religari had a hard time resisting the urge to swoon and his gentle spinning on tiptoes dared to falter.

'Not now. Not now,' Religari thought to himself hard. One wrong move with his rotation and his Force harmonics will collapse. 'Just give me forty-five seconds,' he pleaded to his lungs. In an attempt to continue the Dance, he took a deep breath and held it as he uttered the next noiseless spell to be casted, as the technicalities of the Dance had ordered him to do so.

“In gale, in gust, in lightning streaks

the darker path be chosen

In storms, in squalls, and dying shrieks

Decem's will shan't be broken.”

During the first, fifteen seconds, he felt like he was wading into the calm waters. He held the staff lateral to his body, reducing the friction caused by the bulky headpiece, giving him a chance to spin faster, along with the faster tempo of the phantom music that guided him.

Religari halted halfway through his 100th spin abruptly to release the strong blast of wind from his body. The shockwave of the blast shredded everything that it effectively pierced, the flower stalks and the surrounding trees mainly, throwing the aggregate of green and colored petals high into the air. Then came forth the several bolts of lightning from the Force-darkened sky when the faust made a single counterclockwise spin, resuming the clockwise spin thereafter.

The next fifteen seconds was tolerable. It felt like he was swimming in calm waters. As long as he had sufficient amounts of Force, it will make up for the loss of oxygen to his lungs.

The bolts of lightning arched from one sickle staff to the other between the seconds, igniting all the material caught in their strafe. The blaze consumed every morsel of vegetation left from the earth spell, slowly neutralizing the scent of the blossoms.

Religari was excited. He knew that if he kept on with the Dance at that rate, he'll be able to cross the midway formation threshold. An event where he is thrown out of the sickle staff formation by a violent current of Dark Force and lose consciousness for no apparent reason. His last attempt ended him in his spreadeagled form five hours previous.

The last fifteen seconds wasn't pleasant at all. He felt like swimming against whitewater. If he hadn't been moving, it would have been alright. But in his case, his spinning consumed half of his oxygen reserves and maintaining the flames of the sickle staves and casting the spells consumed much of the Force needed to supplement the inadequacy of real oxygen to his lungs, which, in reminder, were about to burst. His movements were strained.

Five.

Four.

Asphyxia onset.

Three

'I can do this!' Religari thought, concentration at his peak. He readied his lungs for the influx of oxygen.

Two.

Just a little more and the scent's gone. He was shifting his position for the flame spell, ready to gash his palm with the spikes of his staff's headpiece to cast sacrifice.

Yes, Reli, cross the threshold. You can do it! He thought he could do it even though his vision was blurred.

One.

Religari blacked out – again.

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"Why did you bring me here?” Religari rasped out as soon as he opened his eyes. He knew Annwfn had brought him to wherever he was at the very moment, on a warm bed, covered by silk sheets and thick cotton quilts, head rested upon feather pillows. His throat hurt from the effort alone. He looked out of the windows. The sun was already high. How long had he been out? Had he been knocked out by the the midway formation’s energies again? He felt thirsty.

“You were lying unconscious on the ground. You were helpless, as you have always been the first moment I’ve laid my eyes upon you. I had to pick you up and bring you here for your body to rest. It was my duty. Do you have a problem with that?”

“No, I don’t have objections eight-knot,” Religari spat out with a scowl as he helped himself sit up, clearly irritated.

“Manners Spindleshift. If you’re planning to blight me with one of your childish tantrums, I don't think I won't be able to guarantee your recently regained consciousness' duration,” Annwfn replied, throwing Religari a menacing look that swept away his morning irritation.

“So.. sorry if I have caused you trouble A... An....” Religari said, afraid.

“Annwfn,” the older Corite continued, “You were not breathing anymore. I had to revive you as fast as I could. For all I know, you could've died. I can’t afford to lose my brother’s wedding dancer on his special day. Besides, the Decem’s Eye is waiting,” Annwfn said, with a hint of concern in his voice. He may have maintained the cold, almost unfeeling expression on his handsome features but his voice gave away the care he felt for the young faust. Religari didn't notice, however. The older Corite sat beside him on the bed and recalled a glass of water from the kitchens three floors down his house and gave it to Religari who gave him a grateful look and drank it.

He was Religari's personal attendant who the child didn't consider an attendant because he really didn't attend to whatever he needed, except for now, which he considered a generous help. All he did was keep watch on the young faust – diligently – as if he was something of utmost importance. He had a dark and brooding aura about him that Religari didn't like one bit. Screwed egos of the higher knots, he said to himself after Harax’s fiance introduced them to each other.

Reli just looked down at his reflection on the water, his eyes watering with tears, crying yet again. He already crossed the midway formation. That was his limit as far as he was concerned. He had exceeded that limit by reaching the flame spell stance. The real dancing part would have started there, a dance with the blazes, then a dance with the waves, and then, the real dance with the sickle staves. The part which he hated most but that would have been the beginning of the midway formation's end. The beginning of the whole damned dance's end.

How he wished his mother was there to comfort him, maybe even help him with the Dance she may have known a thing or two. But she just couldn't do that right now, could she? She's been with Decem for as long as he can remember. He maybe a faust, unusual for a Corite his age, but he was still a young, terribly young child.

As if reading the faust's mind, Annwfn, the eight knot zealot Annwfn, wrapped Religari in his arms. Religari was stunned that for a moment, his tears stopped streaming down his cheeks. But the warm prison that he was in kept him aware of what was happening. It was strange. He hadn't felt it in a long time. Paternal experience. With conscious effort on his part, he leaned in to the embrace.

“Hush now. Don't cry anymore.” Annwfn inhaled the scent of the earth

The Dance of the Sickle Staves can wait.

Hu-on, guide me. I hope I'm doing the right thing..

But Religari's adoption can't.

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FIGHT!

February is the official chaka (ugly in Pinoy gay lingo) month says Leda and I. I'm glad it will end in a few days, ironically starting the countdown for the end of this trimester. Woo!

My grades for the prelims aren't as high as it used to be and I already made a couple of absences in class due to that wrongly timed nose infection - and the occasional bout of lazy-itis. I might not be able to hit the mark for the dean's list but who cares? The important thing is to accomplish my mission objectives! Weeeeee!

FIGHT!

*throws a fist into the air*

And Leda's already an applicant for UP Streetdance. I hope she makes it through the year-long application process. Aside from that, she had wonderful news for my wonderful ears. She's over her ex. Goodness, took her long enough to realize. Now I'm really happy for her. She must...

FIGHT!

*throws a fist into the air*

Distractions abound the school these days.

Must...

FIGHT!

*throws a fist into the air*

Lastly, is this thing true? (The brain tells me it shouldn't be.) I got this from ladygith.

You Inner Gender is Female

You're sensitive, caring, and willing to connect with anyone who's open to you. You make friends easily, and you enjoy all sorts of conversations. You understand most people you meet - better than they understand themselves. You're totally a woman... or at the very least, your soul is female.

What's Your Inner Gender?

Go ahead, laugh all you want. Wahahaha!

Late post

The prelims are over. My plans on becoming a successful nurse is nearing its completion! Wahahahahahah!

For your information, this is the last term for the year. If I make it out alive, which I surely will confidence and pride put aside, then I'll be a candidate for capping/pinning. Wow! And I've made it to the DEAN'S LIST! THE EFFIN' DEAN'S LIST!

SI RUDOLPH UMABOT DAW SA DEAN'S LIST MGA KAPITBAHAY! IPAGBUNYI NIYO ANG KANYANG TAGUMPAY!

*lol*

Oh goodness. The elation I feel is just very overwhelming. I've worked hard for it you know. It's not everyday that a person like me gets into that list. I'm just so happy that I can't help myself but reiterate. Huhu... I should strive to achieve more because there is no way but up, up and back down to Earth. Akala mo cliche noh? Duh.

Across

This is a Perfect World fanfiction that I have been writing since September. The whole thing is in progress but I will finish it. I won't even try because I will.

Rating: PG - 13 for language and mild violence. Might turn R in the future.

Summary: Anwhei and and his teacher are both of the Wingkin but due to their being half Human, they are shunned by their own race. Added to that, Anwhei is a wanted criminal for "murdering" the emperor. Together, they seek to clean Anwhei's name and and unlock the secrets of his teacher's past.

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Across
by Wolfy-chan

Chapter 1

He was running; and as he ran, his feet, which were filled with wounds caused by the jagged stones that littered his path for the past three and a half hours, bled profusely. Not only were his feet wounded, his left shoulder as well, sustained a massive injury from a wayward yu mang arrow. As he moved on, he made the effort of making his bloody trail disappear by muttering enchantments under his breath.

"Shit!" he muttered hoarsely as the chains of the shackles on his feet were caught in a stone projection, causing him to stagger, almost falling. Quickly, he regained his balance, a string of curses thrown out into the frigid night air. He leaned on a large slab of granite behind him on the mountain slope and struggled to calm his erratic breathing. Once he caught up with breathing, he started to limp slowly, and then went on running. Anwhei, as he was called, was running along a narrow mountainside path northwest of Feather City, the guards and the warden hot on his trail.

He wanted to escape the Feather City guards as much as any criminal in Perfect Land wanted. But no one has ever escaped the cursed arrows of the guards, especially the warden's, a yu mang notorious for his perfect command over the metal element and could shoot his arrows with surgical precision at astoundingly long distances. His skill rivaled that of the archers in Perfect Land who already ascended, having achieved Nirvana. The only difference in him was that he was duty-bound, immersed in a blinding quest in the elimination of evil.

Not half an hour passed Anwhei started to feel lightheaded, slowing him down, certain that it was the effect of blood loss. How we wished he could find a place to hide to stop and tend his wounds. But seeing the desolate nature of the place around him, he lost hope and went on running.

Several miles away from Anwhei, the warden, Niten, and the guards were busy tracking Anwhei’s path. The warden knew that Anwhei was not the one to be underestimated. Niten knew Anwhei by heart. Knew his history, knew his habits, knew his skills, knew his strengths, and most of all, he knew his one and only weakness. If Anwhei wanted to escape, he will with his wits and nothing less.

Hell, Niten even knew what his favorite food was. When Anwhei was first bought to jail, he did not eat any of the “fodder” served to them. He wanted to starve himself to death, except when he caught scent of toasted black sesame seeds, a scent that probably wafted from the kitchens a few hundred yards away, he practically begged for mercy to have them.

Niten surveyed the scenery around him. The grassland plains gave no room for hiding, he was sure of that, and its denizens were most unfriendly. Then his eyes turned to the lone mountain and the extending hills.

“Anwhei’s only choice is to run away and take the mountain passage that will lead him to... No.... He does not know that secret path. Only I and the guards know of it,” Niten thought critically. There was no way in heaven or hell that he will let Anwhei escape. Too much was at stake. His reputation. The safety of the imperial regents. Images of Anwhei's successful prison break five hours previous and the criminal's contemptuous snarl made his blood boil.

“You!” His voice boomed with controlled anger, pointing at a yu mang who was busy searching the grass for any traces of the criminal and assassin extraordinaire, Anwhei.

“Ye... Yesss.... sir?” the yu Mang stammered as he replied to his commanding officer.

“I need you to fly back to Feather City. Send a message to the Sword and Beast City elders to alert them of our current situation,” Niten said in a surprisingly calmed voice, yet his handsome countenance was filled with dread, one that he has not felt before.

“Shouldn't we alert the generals at Dragon City too?” another one spoke, although unsolicited, his suggestion was timely. Niten pondered for a few moments.

“No,” he said, surprising his comrades, and added, sounding as stringent and concise as possible, “Let me tell everyone of you that this matter should be contained between me, all of you here, and the elders of the lesser cities. This will not reach the ears of the Dragon City generals or anyone in Dragon City for that matter. Have I made myself clear?”

“What should I tell the elders sir?” the guard-turned-emissary asked again. It seemed to Niten that everyone liked to annoy him that day. He knew that the Heavens were testing him. The guard was fortunate enough not to receive the warden's wrath.

“Tell them,” Niten breathed deep and spoke, “Bloody Anwhei is on the loose.”

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Wolfy's notes: I have already written the next three chapters. The fifth is still being written. I will be updating this fic monthly. Promise!

The usual things.

The usual scenario of Wolfy-chan waking up late happened again earlier this morning. I had to brush my teeth in record time and change from my sleeping clothes to school uniform. I can't imagine how you will react to me not taking a bath but I was really in a hurry. (Que horror, really, to think that I'm a nursing student.) Take note that I have done this many a time so I wasn't a bit bothered. At least I took a completely cleansing bath the night before.

I arrived school some ten to fifteen minutes after eight. My class on Tuesdays usually start 7:30, Health Economics by Ma'am Basco. I was so thankful that she didn't give a quiz, or forgot to give it. I slowly climbed up to the fifth floor where we usually held our class. When I got there, panting with thighs sore from the effort, I saw another class using the room so I had to find my class. It didn't take me a minute. I found them at the skills lab one, the room that usually witnessed my late arrivals last trimester and where Ma'am Pe always admonished, "Mr. Anongos I don't want any dramatic entrances anymore," after which she'd ask for a valid reason why I came in late. Of course I couldn't provide her with an answer those days because I usually overslept. I'm a sleep deprived animal.

The rest of the day passed with me usually worn out. Arrived home at about seven or eight. I could only guess since I didn't take a look at my mobile. Ate dinner alone, as always on weekdays. Then I took a nice cold bath. It's usually a cold bath for me. I love a cold shower. I don't know why really. Maybe because it's the usual ritual for me?

Then I checked my e-mail. Found a couple of Friendster comments turned messages from Leda. I replied because that's the usual thing we do, reply whenever someone starts a healthy conversation.

Then I'm now off to Lala Land. Ain't that usual for you too?

Reports

A minute ago, I finished my report in fundamentals of nursing that will be presented tomorrow morning. It is all about the different fields of nursing. It's a powerpoint presentation, actually. I initially planned on writing it down on plain manila paper or have it in acetate form but I decided against it since two of my groupmates already have their laptops.

I'm choosing between hospital or institutional nursing and nursing education. Why? Avenues for progress in nursing practice are very open in both since I'll be compelled to upgrade my skills in seminars and in the clinical area. I also want to teach someday after I get my masters.

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Leda already has a Globe number thank goodness. She's been a Smart loyalist ever since so I'm a bit happy because with the 232 function, I'll be able to call her anytime at a lower cost.

A random sketch from rand0msketches.

I got this from Ate Jo's blog.

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What Rudolph Means

You are wild, crazy, and a huge rebel. You're always up to something. You have a ton of energy, and most people can't handle you. You're very intense. You definitely are a handful, and you're likely to get in trouble. But your kind of trouble is a lot of fun. You are a very lucky person. Things just always seem to go your way. And because you're so lucky, you don't really have a lot of worries. You just hope for the best in life. You're sometimes a little guilty of being greedy. Spread your luck around a little to people who need it. You are balanced, orderly, and organized. You like your ducks in a row. You are powerful and competent, especially in the workplace. People can see you as stubborn and headstrong. You definitely have a dominant personality. You are well rounded, with a complete perspective on life. You are solid and dependable. You are loyal, and people can count on you. At times, you can be a bit too serious. You tend to put too much pressure on yourself. You are relaxed, chill, and very likely to go with the flow. You are light hearted and accepting. You don't get worked up easily. Well adjusted and incredibly happy, many people wonder what your secret to life is. You are influential and persuasive. You tend to have a lot of power over people. Generally, you use your powers for good. You excel at solving other people's problems. Occasionally, you do get a little selfish and persuade people to do things that are only in your interest. You are truly an original person. You have amazing ideas, and the power to carry them out. Success comes rather easily for you... especially in business and academia. Some people find you to be selfish and a bit overbearing. You're a strong person.

What's Your Name's Hidden Meaning?

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