Hexe - The Great Exodus

[CH. 0029] - Zonnestra

I hex with whispers soft as night's own hush.

Feel my highs, my lows, the push and shove,

In every quiet, fleeting rush, I hex you.

I hex, I'll taste the same, the skin, the tear

I hex your ups, your pull, your touch and your tongue.

While speaking, screaming or hiding. I will be there,

I hex you with my laughter and tears,

With every beat of life's in my blood.

If you stray, we'll share the fears, I hex

Until back into my arms you come near.

I hex your children, and the children of your children

with this love will cling to their children of their children,

I hex you to death and never leave you alone

And should you fall forever alseep, I hex and I hex myself

to sleep by your side, and trick death until the end of time.

—the Spell of Hexe by Yeso Sternach and Zonnestra Duvencrune

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Mediah dashed through the camp with a frantic haste, his heart pounding against his chest. The news from the night before echoed in his mind, an unbelievable, unacceptable reality. He reached Ulencia's tent in record time, barely processing his actions as he burst inside. There she was, methodically packing her things. "Tell me it's not true!" he demanded, breathless.

"You really don't know how to knock?" she said without turning to face him.

"Tell me it isn't true!"

"And what about manners, Mediah?" she replied, looking at him but her gaze seeming distant.

Mediah spun on his heels and exited the tent, slapping the flap as he left. Moments later, he called from outside, "May I come in?"

After a deliberate pause, Ulencia answered, "Ollo."

"Please, tell me it's not true!" he pleaded again.

"Ollo to you too, Mediah," Ulencia responded calmly, continuing her task.

"Stop this!" he begged as he began rummaging through her belongings.

"What are you doing?"

"You can't leave!"

"Mediah, please, stop this now!" she demanded sternly. "Stop! Para!"

But he was relentless, his movements chaotic as he scattered her neatly packed items. It wasn't until she firmly grasped his arms, halting his frenzied unpacking, that he ceased, panting heavily.

"What's gotten into you?" she asked, baffled by his reaction.

"You're really going to marry him? That... that big fat oaf?" Mediah blurted out with a clear sound of jealousy.

"He has a name, Mediah," Ulencia chided, bending to pick up her clothes. "His name is Xendrix!"

"How can you... why him?"

"For starters, he asked me," she responded simply, resuming her folding with a calmness that contrasted sharply with Mediah's turbulent emotions. "Nobody else asked!"