Poster: Lochlan Kearney
Post # 24
pried the unwilling edges open until it finally flipped up and out of
the way, nearly hitting Rob in the process as it came loose finally
He had just come around the corner of the hallway as Hazel spoke,
drawing in a deep breath as he tried the latch, only to find it locked
When the lid is pried from the box Danny and Rob find several small
bundles of thick canvas folded and pinned together. Written in blood on
the outside of each bundle is the name of each first born male Frasier
for generations. But what do they contain inside?
She could feel the box open as she disappeared from Neale's side to aid
the brothers now.
Octavia had started to respond, but her hand shot up to her side, and a
gasp of surprise slipped free. They had found it! Her other
hand lifted and she spoke in a language long dead...hastening the labor
of the woman below. The last of it lost with the sound of an
attempt to enter.
His green eyes widen as he spies a canvas with Neale's name upon it.
He set the box down in front of Rob as he gave him a wary look.
"You can do the honors."
Deceased Ellyn too spun to face the door. ~The Frasier! Neale!
She was back now with Dan and Rob..."To the fire it needs to burn
to dispel the curse... hurry, Octavia will try to take your sister in
And from below Hannah suddenly screams, excruciating sharp pains slicing
through her body. Pale, beads of perspiration upon her brow, she's drawn
quickly to the brink of unconsciousness.
A few steps back and he brought his foot pounding to the barrier which
separated him from the witch within. Three times he made that
unrelenting contact until the
door at last crashed open and to the wall behind. What he saw
within nearly brought him to his knees in disbelief. Never again
would he ever doubt stories of the unexplainable.
Her screams deafened more than just his ears.. they were piercing his
heart and slicing it apart. "Sarina... do something." His
voice octaves higher did carry.
He unpins the canvas with Neale's name upon to find something so simple,
he might laugh were the situation not so perilous for there sits nothing
more than a lock of Neale's dark hair. With Hazel's command he drops it
back inside the box and jumps to his feet with it under his arm.
"Grab Ellyn, let's go!" And with that he runs as fast as his
legs will carry him to the Keep.
The witch appeared calm...she could hear the screams of the dying woman
below. "And so yet another Frasier bastard shall be brought into
~Your Grace...pay her no heed! The bracelet!~ Ellyn swept her arm around
to point to the trinket swirling in the witch's spell.
Strong arms swept down and up with Ellyn in them as he nodded hearing
Hazel and Rob and they were now set into a fast pace back to the keep.
"The hearth.....has a fire in it still." He tucked Ellyn into
his chest as with the fast pace he took all the scratches of branches
and scrapes of stone as they rushed through.
She's reached a point of exhaustion herself, most of her energy drained
in the effort to keep both mother and child alive. She can do nothing to
ease Hannah's pain. The woman has lost so much blood that if things keep
up as they have, she will die. It's the baby that's her concern now.
"The babe is coming," another whisper and all she can say to
Lan, she needs all her energy to concentrate.
Neale walked with long strides past the both of them, headed straight
for that very thing.
"The bracelet will do you no good. For she is beyond it's
assistance. You, Fraiser, will be responsible for yet another babe to
raise. Did you know that it was conceived out of wedlock? A
bastard conceived? How very improper..."
Once she saw the boys taking the box to be burned that depthless gaze
lifted to the East tower, her own showdown about to begin. Octavia would
not be expecting her and well distracted to even notice as she was well
on her way back to linger just outside the door... waiting.
Neale shot his hand into the swirling cylinder of air, only to feel the
shock of electricity jolt his entire body, throwing him backwards toward
the stone wall. His back hit hard and knocked the air from his
Nothing much could happen to Hazel, she was already dead as she mustered
up into the biggest whirlwind of blue haze and barreled down on
Octavia's hand bearing that bracelet with an upwards lift
With the adrenaline pumping through his system, he could run for a long
time at the pace he sets but he only needs to reach the Keep. Soon the
doors are in sight and he once reached, he kicks one open, racing inside
without sparing a glance at Lan or his sister. Right to the fire he goes
and with a great heave, that box is tossed upon the flames.
It was repeating...she would not have it! Octavia had brought this
back to Ellyn's home...she would see it finished here. As the
other spirit shot passed, Ellyn lifted her hand, palm out toward Octavia.
"You shall find your eternity knowing this...it...is over!"
He didn't think he was breathing anymore but encouraging words were
spoken to Hannah.. to keep her with them, he was down to pleading and
begging at this point.
She's lost consciousness and it's a mercy that she has.
Neale fought through the spasms that the jolt had created, seeing that
blue blur streak through the room then the bracelet shoot free from the
electrical current of protection. His hand pressed behind him and
pushed him forward to catch it. He cared little for the three
within now, all would depend on him getting this bracelet back to
Hannah. He stumbled for the door, clutching that bracelet close to
He was right behind Rob, a little slower for his charge in keeping her
safe and soon set her to a chair before coming up alongside
Rob....watching the box burn in the fire. "Do you think it will
work? Was Hazel right?" Or were they just crazy taking the word of
Without the mother's strength to push, it's up to her to free the babe.
Directing Lan to push down upon Hannah's stomach, she does her best to
try to guide the baby through the birth canal.
He kept her hand in his as he rested his head by hers, pale were his
features now as tears actually showed.. he couldn't stand her dying, he
couldn't stand it at all. He did push as Sarina wanted but it was
becoming a living nightmare.
"Where are you going, Your Grace?" The door slammed shut
before him, glowing red along the frame to hold where the broken hinges
failed. "And you! Insignificant spirit! You had no power against me
from the first...you hold none now!" But there she may be
wrong, for all at once, searing heat scorched over her causing her to
shriek in alarm, the glow fading from the doorway for that moment of
surprise as the curse was burned away from her grasp.
"It has to work." That's all there is to it. He watches with
no small amount of satisfaction as the box slowly burns away and the
small bundles that gave the curse its power, with it.
"Hannah...Sprite!" He was around and moving towards the group,
as if calling her back.
Hannah's blood has soaked the couch and in places, drips to the floor,
Sarina, too, is covered in it. "Stay with me, Hannah."
Ellyn sucked in a quick breath of surprise herself, summoning up all her
energy to shove Neale toward the door without even the need to touch.
Is it that burning box or Neale's call? Something reaches her. She
groans just before her eyes flutter open again.
He was already on his way, jerking that barrier from his path and skip,
hopping his way down that dangerous path once more. No glow from
Hazel to guide him, just a wing and a prayer.
As the last of the box disintegrates in the flames he turns to look upon
his sister and the sight of the blood coupled with her pallor sends him
She put herself now between Octavia and Neale as that wicked little
smile played. "You no longer hold any power over me... I've come to
realize you never really did." And that was the truth of it..
Octavia had brainwashed her into believing she had, it was all it took,
belief was a very powerful weapon.
Around the corner he came, hand gripping the doorframe to swing around
into the room. Not even a pause as he rushed to Hannah's side,
falling to skid on his knees there beside her and lifting her limp hand
into his. Fingers frantic with fear fumbled to wrap the bracelet
back where it belonged. Holding it tight against her skin until the heat
of the gold grew so that he jerked his hand away, her hand dropping with
a thud by her side. "Sprite, Lass...come on now..."
"Defiant now, Hazel? You...who could not even hold a man when
a spell was offered?" Octavia would have laughed if she was
not fighting the pain of the fire which consumed her.
Ellyn's eyes narrowed as she watched and listened, then she looked to
the cold and unused hearth directly behind the witch. Up came her
hand again and a flick of wrist started the fire blazing there one last
time. ~Hazel...~ All which was sent from one spirit to the next.
"That's the crux Octavia... your spells don't really work, do they?
You have no heart, at least I had loved even if it was not
"Yes!" She doesn't know what it is but something has broken,
she can feel it. Taking a deep breath she uses the last of her reserves
to breathe new life into the mother, to replenish lost blood and in that
moment the baby crowns.
Both Lan and Neale can feel the warmth of Sarina's healing coupling with
the power of that bracelet. Color floods her face once again, flushed
and hot. Again she has the strength to reach for Lan's hand as she tries
to focus on what's happening. It's not long before she does and the
natural urge to bear down has her doing just that.
Octavia hissed toward the ungrateful wretch of a ghost. "You
have loved...but you have lost. Bear that in mind through your
eternal grief." Long, slender arms wrapped around her middle
and she doubled over. Even so, she kept her head up to watch the
Without hesitation she barreled into Octavia... this time taking her
with her into that fire for she had to latch on... a sacrifice to the
Frasier brothers for the wrong she had done.
That's all it takes. In another second, Lan and Hannah's baby slips into
the world. The Keep seems to fall silent in that eternal moment before
the infant lets out his first cry, wailing like a banshee.
A wailed "Aaaaiyeee!" as Hazel clamps upon her, knocking her
from her feet and backwards into the flames. Soot and ashes,
flames and sparks should have spewed from the depths, but as it was,
only the engulfing heat consumed the both of them.
There was no wail from Hazel... for she was set free.
Ellyn dropped to her knees there upon there upon the floor, watching the
writhing fight that Octavia put up, witnessing Hazel's sacrifice.
Her head bowed, and for once in so many years, her emotions were
released in a single tear before she too...at last, was enveloped in a
brilliant light, her head lifting toward the source. As she faded
from view her words carried through the halls to her kin below as they
always had. ~Be at peace...you are loved.~ And Ellyn crossed over
to join her beloved.
"Praise God... and by all that's holy above.. thank you! " His
hand squeezed Hannah's as life was rejuvenated into his own features..
her life.. his life.
Her laughter, weak though it is, joins in the baby's cry. "Let me
see, let me see..."
"A boy, you have a boy." Wiping the babe's face, wrapping him
warmly and handing him over to his father for she's beyond exhausted
herself at this point and likely to pass out with the infant in her
arms. That would not do.
Neale actually dropped to his backside there on the floor, his head
dipping back with the message received from somewhere else...and the
sound of the baby's cry, the baby's mother, his sister's voice. His eyes
closed tight in relief.
With a tired smile she perceives the blessing from Ellyn on some level
and watches her husband take their child in his arms.
He took his son up into his arms as he held him for Hannah to see... and
her brothers. He couldn't find his voice nor words to voice his feelings
at the moment, he was too overwhelmed.
His hands were trembling as he pushed up from his seat, turning to look
for wee Ellyn. His knuckles stroked along Hannah's arm her skin chilled
from the room but from that alone.
With a look to Dan he sinks to the floor there in front of the fire,
smiling and shaking his head at the same time.
Wee Ellyn has come to stand beside Neale, pointing and clapping her
little hands with delight. "Baby!"
He had heard it too and somehow he felt Hazel gone, her link to him had
been the strongest. Sadness and happiness was felt there as were the
words of his ancestor taken to heart. All was righted.
His other hand cupped against the back of the child's head protectively.
"Aye, Ellyn...and your new cousin."
"He's beautiful." Tears fill her eyes, eyes that look from
face to face before settling on her husband and child again. Reaching
for him, naturally wanting to hold him herself.
He smiled toward the proud father, caring not at the moment that which
Octavia had thrown at him in hatred. They were all still
alive...and a new life had been given for the loss of their father.
"That he is, a handsome lad." And from the power of those tiny
lungs, a strong one.
With the afterbirth taken care of, Sarina collapses back on the end of
that couch, watching the scene before her tiredly and whispering silent
prayers of thanks to the gods.
He eased their son into her arms as the little one let out a wail that
filled the whole keep, as if to say a new day had dawned for the Frasier