War of the Blood Gods #11
Written by Grim, Edited
WAR OF THE BLOOD GODS
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Chapter 12: A Lull In The Storm
“Hey, where’d that wind come from?”
“Damn! You’re right. The wind is picking up. And it’s full of grit,
too. I bet… I bet another god is gonna show up!”
“Are you serious?”
“Yep. Here climb in the hum-vee with me. It’ll keep out the worst of
it.” The newswriter and the private climbed into the hum-vee as the wind
increased in strength. Stronger and stronger. Then the sand in the wind started
to strike the vehicle. The wind gained intensity and the occupants of the
vehicle peered out into storm, trying to see what was happening. Soon, the
sandstorm abated and the private and the newswriter stepped from the hum-vee.
Standing in front of the pit that the beast had dug was Seth, Egyptian God of
War, surrounded by his retainers.
“See, I told you another of the gods was gonna show!”
“Yea, but from their track record, he’s only gonna bite the big one,
“But look at those guys he’s got with‘im! How tall you think they are?
Seven feet? Eight?”
“I’d guess at least eight. An’ look how big the main guy is! Which god
is he? He looks Egyptian.”
“My guess is Seth. I never thought that boring mythology class was EVER
gonna be of any use.”
“HUMAN! Where be the beast?”
“I think he’s talking to you, private.”
“Sir! He’s in that hole, sir. Watch out for ‘im, sir; he’s already
killed Thor and Mars and Shiva…”
“Bah, human… They aren’t skilled in the art of war like one from the
land of drifting sands…”
“… And he killed the Sphinx, too.”
“WHAT? What? The demon shall scream for all eternity for his crimes.”
“Sir, the body is over there. Are you Seth?”
“YES, human. I have come to end this deadly game.” With a glance at his
retainers; they drew scimitars and surrounded the pit, watching for any sign of
the beast. Seth walked over to the body of the Sphinx. “Beloved Guardian, your
eternal vigilance shall be missed. I swear on the setting sun, YOU SHALL BE
Spinning on his heel, Seth started to walk over to the pit. Halfway there he
was distracted by a sound in the distance. Stopping to peer into the west, Seth
got a dumb-founded look in his eyes. The sound got louder and resembled singing
or chanting. Arboreth and the rest of the Sasquatches could be seen running into
view across the field, chanting the ancient war cry of their ancestors. They
slowed as they neared the battle site and formed a rough circle around the pit,
the retainers of Seth eyeing them with a touch of disbelief.
“Those look like… goddam Bigfoots”; the newswriter said, whipping out
his camera and snapping pictures as fast as his finger would go.
“Hail, creature. This is no battle for monsters. Leave now before I set my
men upon thee.”
“No, Seth, God of Light and War. We are the sons of Gaea and we’ve lived
in hiding waiting for the return of the Shadow.”
“They can talk…?”
“Heh, creature… What makes you think that unarmed shaggy-men can defeat
the Shifter of Sands and the Spoiler of Water?”
“We have everything we need. We will assist you if that is your desire.”
“Nay, creature. The glory of this kill will go to the house of Atum-Re. Now
“Faithful, it is time to shine your blades in the blood of the
unbelievers”, Seth yelled, drawing a Golden scimitar for a jewel encrusted
scabbard. Each of the Sasquatches had stood near a fallen tree limb when they
took their position around the beast’s pit. They picked up the tree limbs and
stepped back before the assault of Seth and his men. In the hands of the
Sasquatches, the tree limbs shivered and turned into quarter-staffs. Spinning
the staffs faster than the eye could see, each of the Egyptians was disarmed
with frightening speed. Soon, Seth stood alone surrounded by three Sasquatches.
“I shall not fall like my men did, foul creature.”
All hostilities around the pit ceased when this command was spoken. Everyone
turned to see who had caused an end to the fighting. The Dalai Lama stood by one
of the burnt out Army vehicles with his hands in the air in a peaceful, open
“Thanks to you, wizened one, for your timely assistance. Now no one but the
Shadow needs to come to harm”, Arboreth said.
“Who be you to command Seth, little man?” Seth walked over and towered
over the Dalai Lama. “First, foul creatures best my faithful, and then a runt
stops me from avenging them. I’ll not ask you another time, human; who be
“He is the spirit of Buddha that walks the waking world, great Seth”, one
of the Dalai Lama’s men answered.
“Bah. Buddha. Creatures. I’ll have none of it. Now, go back to your
mountain, little man, and leave the slaying to the gods.” Seth put his massive
hand on the Dalai Lama’s chest and tried to push him back. With a serene
expression, the Dalai Lama never budged an inch. Seth looked confused and used
both hands to push. Still, the Dalai Lama never moved. “Bah. Leave me alone,
little man, I care not for your tricks.” Seth turned his back and took one
step away from the Dalai Lama. Turning abruptly, Seth swung a backfist at where
the Dalai Lama head was. The Dalai Lama took a small step back and clutched at
Seth fist, rode it until the momentum had spun Seth around, then gripping Seth
by the thumb, and planting his foot in the back of Seth’s knee, flipped the
God of War onto his back in the dirt. The Dalai Lama landed nimbly and looked at
the dazed Egyptian. Seth got up and with a roar, drew his scimitar again and
charged. One of the Monks unwrapped the Sword of Light and threw it into the
air. The Dalai Lama caught it without looking and cut Seth’s golden scimitar
in half, avoiding the scimitar’s down stroke.
“Great Seth, we are here to help you fight the Fallen, not to battle with
you. Please save your energy for when the Fallen returns.”
Seth stepped back and considered the monk’s words. With a look of respect,
and a touch of shame, on his face,
he bowed to the Dalai Lama, then gestured to the broken piece of scimitar. The
piece flew through the air to his hand and he held the two pieces together. The
scimitar glowed briefly and was whole again.
“So, little man, we are to fight side-by-side against the Shifter of
“Yes, great Seth”, one of the monks answered. “All our skills will be
needed in the coming battle. Precious time has been lost and valiant warriors
have already given their lives to the Fallen.”
Are we to fight on the side of these creatures, as well?”
“Yes, great Seth… Who do you think trained them all these years?”
“Peter, my horse is tired. And so am I. I need to stop. And rest. Please
Peter, let’s get something to drink, at least.”
“The battle has started. I must be there.”
“You won’t be any good in the battle if you’re too weak from hunger to
do any good.” Peter reined in his horse with a thoughtful look in his eye.
“There is wisdom in your words. Come. This direction.” Peter
Walkingsparrow and Standing Wolf walked the horses down a deserted dirt road and
shortly came upon a small farm.
“Howdy, neighbor! How are ya today?”
“We would like to rest here for awhile, if that would be ok?”
“Sure is. Beautiful horses. Just beautiful. Are you riding bareback?”
“Yes sir. We didn’t have saddles when the horses… came to us.”
“The farmer’s eyes narrowed with a look of suspicion, but at the
unconcerned look on Standing Wolf’s face, the look soon turned into a
“They look a bit… wild. Any chance you could sell me one? Would make a
great birthday present for my daughter. She’ll be 16 next week.”
“We need them for our… trip.”
“Trip? From the direction you’re headed and the way you’re going; your
trip is about over.”
“Yep. Nat’nal Guard have the border shut down. Tain’t no way into P.A.
anymore. Martial law and news-blackout in effect. Last I heard, some terrorists
had holed up south of the New York state line. Killed a bunch of people.”
“I think that may be where we’re headed, then.”
“Let me tell you one thing. My brother-in-law tried to get in there
yesterday. Told ‘em he had important business in Williamsport. I think he was
just gonna see his girlfriend, myself. They stopped him and searched him and
told ‘im he was gonna spend the night in jail, if’n he didn’t just turn
around and head home.”
“We will find a way to the battle.”
“Battle? Why’n you want to go see any battle? Tell you what… You sell
me the horses and I’ll give you fair price and dinner ta’ boot. How’s that
“We appreciate the offer, kind sir, but we just need to rest for a spell
and then we must be off. If you could spare some water, we much appreciate
“We will trade the horses for that car over there”, Peter said indicating
an obviously broken down vehicle.
“I couldn’t do that to strangers. That car ain’t run in over 10 years.
Cost more’n the horses are worth just to get it going again.”
“That car, dinner and food and water to take with us when we go.”
“Peter, are you sure you want to do this? The gentleman says that the car
“The Great Spirit will provide the way.”
“Well, can your Great Spirit un-crack an engine block?” I put a patch on
it years ago, but never got around to testin’ it. Just easier to get a new
vehicle. Tell ya what, You come in and have some of the missus’ cooking, then
we’ll talk about the horses and the car after.”
“Thanks for the dinner, Mr. Green. Your wife is a mighty fine cook. Let’s
go over to the barn and get the horses and we’ll be out of your way.”
“Are you sure you don’t wanna sell me at least one of those fine animals.
Sure would make Cindi happy.”
“The dinner that you served for us, the picnic lunch that you packed for us
and the keys to that vehicle are all we need. You may keep the horses in
“Peter. We talked about this. We can’t give up the horses for that car.
Mr. Green said it don’t even run.”
“Let me find the key an’ I’ll show ya it can’t even be started.”
Peter walked over to the car and got in behind the wheel. Soon Mr. Green came
our of the farmhouse with a set of keys. “Try one o’ these. I’m wasn’t
even sure I had the keys anymore.” Peter looked at the keyring and picked one
of the keys and stuck it in the ignition. He turned the key and got no result
from the car. “See! I told ya it was dead. C’mon back into the house and I
give you a check for the horses. Then you can take the bus back to Oklahoma.”
Peter popped the hood and started looking around inside. Then he closed his eyes
and place his hand on top of the engine and held it there for a second.
“Peter, what are you trying to do? Heal the car? C’mon, let’s get
going. We’ve taken up enough of Mr. Green time as it is.”
Peter got back behind the wheel of the car and turned the key. The engine
growled for a second, coughed three times then started running roughly.
“Holy Tarnation! I would’na believed it if’n I didn’t see it with my
own eyes. While she’s running, drive her over to the barn and I’ll fill up
the tank for ya, too.”
“Daddy! He got your old car running? Can I have it now? You said that when
I turned 16, you would get me a car! Can I have this one?”
“Cindi… I have an even better present for you… Out in the barn.”
“Oh, drat… You’re gonna tell me my present is to do chores again
“No, Cindi… You remember the horses these two gentlemen rode in on…?”
“What? Horses? You mean… For me? DADDY! THANK YOU!”
“Now, settle down, young lady. Them horses are a little spirited and they
need to be handled special. I’ll get the trainer to come out and look ‘em
over in the morning.”
“Cindi”, Peter said, stepping from the car in front of the barn, the
smaller horses’ name is Cloud Stepper. He likes you and he is looking forward
to spending time with you.”
“Cloud Stepper? That name is so COOL! I’m gonna get some carrots for him,
right now!” Cindi ran into the house to fetch treats for her new horse.
“Now, son, don’t be putting wild ideas in my girl’s head. She has
enough going on without thinking that the horse already likes her.”
“But he does”, Peter said, as he tinkered back under the hood of the car.
The car coughed a few more times then started running smoothly.
“Look, son. I’m impressed with what you did with the car; but those
horses are worth more than the food and the car put together. Here, take this
cash. It’s all I have on me.”
“Thank you. This will be more than enough.” Standing Wolf looked quickly
at the bills and saw that it was over $100 but not by much. Peter got back
behind the wheel of the car and pulled it out from the barn a ways. Sliding over
to the passenger seat so that Standing Wolf could get in to drive, Peter rolled
down the window and told the farmer: “The horses will be happy here. The Great
Spirit thanks you for you hospitality.”
“As they pulled out of the driveway, Standing Wolf asked: “Are you sure
you want to do this, Peter? This car is older than the horses and not in the
best of condition.”
“The Great Spirit will provide”, Peter answered as his eyes closed and he
drifted off to sleep.
Continued in War of the Blood Gods #12
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