Vincent and Jamie and Catarina: When Freshiedency Reaches Its End

The Revival

Meanwhile, the fifteen or so friends of Vincent had already reached Denarra. She was already gasping for air so hard and so deeply and she was very weak and frail. She had not the strength to move even a finger or her mouth.

"It's a good thing I took first-aid classes!" Clotho exclaimed, "Can someone please direct me to her wounds?"

Ridan skittered to his significant other and, taking her hand, led her to Denarra's stomach, where her hands were covering up the wounds left by the knife. He guided her hand towards the priestess's arms.

When her hand already touched the priestess's arms, Clotho immediately set them apart and lay them on the ground. She then asked Philomella and Ladrino to lift the body save for Denarra's humanoid waist (Ladrino, being a very strong mythical creature of Philippine lore, found the center of gravity of Denarra's long and giant life-sized-termite-queen-like rear end and held it there).

Next, the blind drideress pulled some thread from her spinnerets and attached it to one side of Denarra's slim waist. Then, with two pairs of legs, her human arms, and Philomella and Ladrino's help, Clotho began to spin the body of Denarra slowly, letting more sticky silk wrap around the wounds on her navel and back and hoping that the resulting bandage would stop any further flow of blood from the dying body.

After three layers of silk bandages, the trio finally set Denarra back down on the ground. They crossed their fingers, hoping that whatever they did would work. 

After a few moments of waiting, to their dismay, nothing happened. Denarra was dying faster than ever; the bandage was now soaking with grey blood.

For some reason, Philomella felt a tingling within her whole body. The energy of Nature began to surge within her body. The breeder then checked her hands and insect-queen-like abdomen and saw that green runes in an ancient Naturan language began to etch themselves on her skin and glow. Her hair, wings and fingernails followed suit, and then the breeder suddenly flew into the air. 

Down below, the fifteen, as well as some cultists were looking up. 

"Isabella!" Avinna asked the other white breeder just standing a few feet from the now glowing entity, "Is that what I think it is?"

"Particularly so!" Isabella replied with a smile, "You're witnessing a Transcendence!" 

"An event that only occurs whenever great danger strikes, something Ovira and the other Celestials would give to a certain breeder for drastic help, if my memory serves me right!" Avinna replied.

"Correct," Isabella shouted as wind now began to howl and swirl around Philomella. Green lights began to envelop the Transcending breeder until she became an orb of pure green energy. 

After a few minutes, the disembodied voice of Philomella shouted a two-syllable Ancient Celestial word which historians translate to "revive" or "heal", and a wide green beam of light went straight out of the orb and enveloped the nearly-dead Denarra. 

Suddenly, the priestess of the Plato Navians felt her strength and vigor returning. Her wounds were beginning to heal very quickly, and her life returned to her almost in an instant.

Denarra began to open her eyes and look around. The Plato Navians began celebrating the revival of their priestess, while everyone but the floating ball of light ran to hug their now revived friend. Sprawled on the floor, the priestess looked around at everyone; she was being hugged and applauded by everyone. Perhaps it was a sign of the Celestials and Daemons that she were to live again as their mediator and summoner.

Out of the corner of her eye, however, she had spotted the green orb reshaping itself into Philomella's form as it lowered itself to the ground. She used her arms to push her upper human body up, and then, with a quick twist of the smooth muscles of her very large and long posterior, she turned around from insect abdomen to thorax then finally upper human half and stood up. Denarra then reached for her cane with one of her six legs and then passed it from her leg to her left hand. Finally, she left the group of fifteen and some Plato Navians towards Philomella, who was now covered in runes from head to toe to thorax to rear end despite wearing a green shirt.

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When Denarra approached Philomella, she stopped in her tracks and bowed low to the ground in her own way. However, Philomella ran to her friend and tearfully hugged her, helping her (upper body tbh) up before that. Both breeder and breederlike centauroid began to exchange tears of joy and gratitude.

Avinna and the ladies also teared up, and then they ran towards Philomella and Denarra and hugged both of them tightly.

The men stood back and watched, but Makata turned around. Unfortunately, the first thing his extremely keen sight laid on was Vincent, all bruised, exhausted and unconscious, lying down on the floor with the Seductress slowly approaching him.

He turned around and whispered to the nearest guy beside him, Laodhmair.

"Eh, hey Ludd!" Makata whispered.

"What's up?" The Pegasus centaur replied.

"You might wanna turn around for a moment, fly up a bit if you can't see it," the aswang king replied, cringing.

"Well, then," Laodhmair replied as he turned around, "Let me have a look-see and---OH MY GODS!!!"

"What?" The other guys exclaimed.

"We need to get to Vincent, quick!" Makata replied.

"But what about the girls?" Ceejay asked.

"We'll tell them later," Cee replied, "Right now we should get to Vincent."

"Agreed!" the rest of the men whispered in unison. They began to turn around in Vincent's direction and began to walk away.

However, no sooner than they completed their first step Denarra exclaimed, "Hey gentlemen! Where are you going?" Avinna was right beside her.

"Well, we're just going to help Vincent!" Norman replied, sheepishly, "You know how one man can tire from all this fighting, right? And besides, we would not spoil your fun."

"We can help," Denarra replied, "How is Vincent, by the way?"

"He's, uh, okay!" Ladrino replied, stifling some nervous laughter, "He's just pooped out from fighting the Seductress."

Unfortunately, while they were talking, Avinna was looking around, and like her husband, she also saw the nearly unconscious and greatly bruised Vincent lying on the floor.

"Uh, Ladrino, I don't think Vincent looks pooped out to you," she exclaimed.

Knowing they could not escape, the guys all heaved a sigh, and replied as one, "Yeah, he's not! LET'S GO!"

As fast as their legs and wings could carry them, the fifteen-plus friends ran towards the scene of the fight.