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Assignment Day

Chapter 9

One Week Later

Selah still had not named her tent Maiden young girls were growing inpatient she paid them no mind because she had an announcement. Selah had her morning tea the pain from the horns and the scabs finally fell off. Every morning Dawoo sent her a gift and every night he did the same but he would not visit not yet. This morning there was a small bush buried in the corner of her tent with a note she blooms every night and by morning the blooms are fallen bathe in them the fragrance softens your skin.
-Dawoo- Selah smiled she had to admit he was charming. She had 90 days before she had to start entertaining a mating partner. One she would have for life.

The older women told her what men to choose because their fathers were known for bloodlines of girls and not boys thus all the female children they bore. They warned her of falling for a man who had no birthing lineage or one according to the birthing books made more male children then female. These men should be avoided a list was given to her on expensive parchment wrapped in white silks.

Selah tossed the scroll on the table with the others of men asking for a parlay with her to see of she would consider them which according to her mother would be the worst time in her life. The fertility maiden would deliver the scrolls and fuss with her for tabling them and the banshee maiden fussed for not choosing a tent maiden and the revenge request seers were the only ones who did not complain because they were the only ones Selah chose not to ignore.

The main tent mother who checked neatness amd cleanliness of tents entered fussing a Queen must not clean her own tent my Queen she must not dress herself not rough her palms scrubbing her own laundry even during menses she whispered. Is my tent clean tent mother? She grinned straightening her apron always since you were a girl very particular Tent mother please leave my ribbons tied to the bedposts. Selah smiled as the tent mother brushed her fingers over her mother's old vanity for dust.

Any dust Tent mother? Selah teased no my Queen but it is not for you to do child she said frustrated holding Selah's hand.
Tent Mother, there will be many days I am sick or in child labor or in pain from child labor days I cannot wash or bathe myself or clean my tent. This is when I will need my sisters the most but for now allow the young girls to enjoy the freedom to do what they desire.

Yes my Queen spoil your children the den mother grinned. This is my first request yes? Yes my Queen. Selah hugged her and she left with a better understanding of her thoughts and intent. Selah exited to the banshee assignment circle. She read the requests most came from the united states southern region where black men and women heavily into voodoo lived. New Orleans was number one. Selah loved being conjured to New Orleans it was always an African night circle with animal sacrifices to call her there to do some bidding. The ceremonial music always intoxicated her and the blood offering was always sweet and delicious.

The twelve young highly trained Banshees sat in a circle and the middle aged ones sat behind the young as they were soon to retire. 24 banshee sat silent and Selah rifled through the requests. Like her mother she would look at the Banshee she chose for the assignment. The last request was always the worse location with the worse offering.

Kasha this is for you the Banshee women snickered as she held her head high making sure to snatch the request. A projects in Brooklyn New York?! What offering is there a dollar? Death?! No one can kill a Banshee outside our dimension you know that we are protected by the Gods of old Kasha. She stepped back. Selah grabbed her mothers staff shaking it she struck the ground twenty four dimensional doors opened.

Banshees may the gods bless your way to and fro. The Banshees replied by the ancestors hand and will Queen Mother they smiled walking off to their individual assignments as banshee under 10 stared through the doors that seemed as though they stepped into a pool of water.

Kasha arrived in the tiny project long hallway railroad apartment. She walked down the hall holding her staff with miniature skulls hanging from the top. The skulls of rabbits.  On her neck a necklace made from human teeth of the people she bansheed. With no shoes on she walked with baby teeth rattling on ber left ankle made from the teeth of her sisters who were all her age Including the tooth of Selah her now Queen.

There was no music no chatter or chanting of incantation to bring them through. Kasha pushed the bedroom door open she saw the handsomest man she ever saw in her life. The room has the ancient drawings in the walls and floors to call upon her power. Red candles shaped like women burned in a bowl of water with while lily petals the sign of a pure heart from the person making the request.

You called on the power of the Banshee you begged for revenge? State your request. The handsome black man knelt before her I wish to seek revenge on the man who raped and killed my wife. His wife's photo was on the alter of offering. What do you offer?

He rose slow pointing to the alter there was a mound of money. I have no use for exchange I am sorry but your request is denied.  Wait! Please help me! He pulled a diamond necklace belonging to his wife from a draw still something that would not serve the village but the look in his eyes were desperate.

Kasha inhaled them exhaled she looked around the room his curtains were bright yellow cotton and there was white lace with it. It covered three windows. Kasha blew at the windows the curtains were instantly draped over her arm. I shall accept these as your offering yes? The man was shocked he ran to the closet laying his wife's silk kimono robes before her. Kasha looked at them they also rested on her arm.

Whisper the name of the killer and he shall be no more in three days time. Once I begin this cannot be stopped is this clear? Yes he kept his eyes low.

He whispered the name of his wife's killer which echoed on the wind. When he opened his eyes Kasha was gone and so was the diamond necklace making him smile.