Ceramic DM Spring 2005 (Late Bloomer)
Round 1, Match 2: BigTom vs. Bibliophile vs.
Berandor
Disillusionment
»Close the blinds, please.«
»Of course.«
While her employer did as she had bidden, Cassie took a look at her surroundings. She always felt uneasy in hospital rooms. They were so antiseptic, so clean, so devoid of color and life. The beeping, blubbering and wheezing machines keeping their patient alive didn’t help, either.
Cassie regarded the young woman lying in the bed. She was twenty-three, Cassie knew, but she looked at once like an old woman and a child. Her skin hung unto her like a dress two sizes too big, her shrunken face surrounded by a halo of golden hair. Cassie might have mistaken her for dead if not for her eyelids. They were fluttering constantly.
»This is her,« Hoffer said. »Sharon, my wife.«
Cassie ignored the obviousness of the statement as she turned to him. »She’s beautiful.«
»Yes.« He stroked Sharon’s cheek. »Can you save her?«
»Mr. Hoffer-«
«Timothy, please,« he interjected.
»Timothy, as I’ve told you before, there is no guarantee.«
»But now that you’ve seen her, what do you think? Can you save her?«
»I’ll try my very best,« Cassie answered. Timothy didn’t seem satisfied, but he let it go. »How much time do we have?«
»Four hours, maybe five,« he said. »I’ve told the nurse I wanted to say goodbye, and gave her a little money. She’ll leave us alone until the morning shift arrives.«
»That’s not very long.«
»It’s as long and we’ll get. Tomorrow’s the day.«
The day. It was the day when the hospital staff, empowered by a new law, would shut off the machines keeping Sharon Hoffer’s body alive. After three years of coma following a car accident, the doctors had declared her brain dead, and her insurance had stopped paying for her continued treatment. Cassie knew they were probably right, too. Only a small percentage of coma patients with no detectable brain functions were still alive; most had departed to the spirit world.
Noticing that the windows couldn’t be opened, Cassie took a portable fan from her bag and plugged it in, and then aimed it at the bed. She also retrieved a mobile from the bag, ten paper cut-outs hanging from silk rope. Using a small hook she had brought, Cassie hung the mobile above the bed, the cut-outs dancing in the fan’s breeze. Traditional medicine had failed; Cassie had come to apply sorcery to wake up Sharon Hoffer. That’s what witches did, after all.
»I’m ready,« she announced. »Timothy, you must not touch me, or Sharon, while I am gone. It is imperative, in fact, that nobody touches either of us. That would instantly break the spell I am going to cast.«
Timothy nodded.
»Alright. Do you have anything to say before we begin?«
»Yes.« He leaned forward and caught Cassie’s gaze. His eyes burned with intensity. »Miss Morgan, I don’t believe in magic. I don’t believe one word of what you told me you would do. I think you’re just after my money – what’s left of it, anyway. But I don’t care. I’ve tried everything else, and time is running out. So do your spiel. I will do as you say. But bring back my wife.«
Cassie held his gaze for a moment and opened her mind, letting his desperation waft over her. She embraced the strength of it, siphoned it off, shutting it away for later use just as she shut Timothy out of her mind again. He blinked in confusion, sure something had happened but unsure of what, and then regarded Cassie with new doubts.
»Let us begin,« she said.
-
After a prayer to Zephyr, the west wind, Cassie had invoked the soul-joining spell. It had worked, so Sharon’s soul had not yet departed. Cassie transported herself into Sharon’s mindscape. That was the good news. The bad news was, Cassie had no magic. Every mindscape had different rules, and a traveler had to accept these rules in order to effect change. Sharon’s mindscape did not allow magic, at least not the kind Cassie used. Not even a simple light spell worked. And Sharon’s mindscape was dark.
When the spell had taken effect, Cassie had found herself in this darkness, unable to see her hand before her eyes. A little feeling around, and Cassie knew she was in a narrow corridor with smooth walls – probably bricks, since she felt the mortar between the stones – and a similarly smooth floor. The air was calm, and smelled faintly of acid. Lacking options, she’d started walking. Drift in the breeze, no matter where it blows, her mother always said.
In the darkness, thoughts came unbidden. Her mother would be ashamed to hear that at twenty-seven, Cassie still lived in San Francisco and cast soul-joining spells. This was no work for an accomplished wind witch, she would have said. To her mother, a wind witch could not allow herself to feel compassion, for when the wind called, she had to leave everything behind. Cassie had never moved with the wind. She heard Zephyr’s call, but she resisted it. There were too many people needing her help.
Her mother had warned her. »A storm will come«, she’d said. »And if you don’t let yourself be carried on its wings, it will crush you.« That had been seven years ago, when Cassie last saw her. Breathing deeply, Cassie exhaled these thoughts from her mind. This was not the place for doubts. She had to help Sharon.
After a while, Cassie began to notice a faint sound in the distance. It was best described as a rhythmic
fwump every five seconds. As she walked on, the sound grew louder, until suddenly she stood in a gymnasium. A blonde girl was jumping on a trampoline, each jump accompanied by an elastic
fwump. The girl wore a tight suit with a flame stitched onto its breast. Her eyes had sunk into her head, dark shadows beneath. The air smelled of sweat and fear.
Cassie took a step forward, and then froze. Her body felt different than before. Looking down, she saw why. Her body had become that of a young man in dark clothes; scratching her chin she even noticed the beginnings of a beard. Cassie shrugged. She might not always heed the wind, but she had learned to accept its fickle blows. She approached the girl.
»Hi.«
The girl looked at her, but kept on jumping.
Fwump. »I am so tired,« she said.
»Then why don’t you stop jumping?«
»I can’t,« she pleaded.
Fwump.
»It’s not hard. Just use your legs to counter the trampoline.«
»No, I can’t,« the girl repeated. »If I stop jumping, I will catch fire.«
Cassie looked more closely.
Indeed, every time the girl slowed down at the top of her jump, her features blurred as if emanating heat. Her hair looked close to burning.
»Sharon?« Cassie asked.
Fwump.
»How do you know my name?«
»I’m here to save you.«
»Are you a knight?«
Cassie smiled, thinking of her change in appearance. »Yes, I suppose I am.«
»Then you need a sword.« Suddenly, a heavy sword hung at Cassie’s hip. »That’s better.«
Fwump.
»Thank you,« Cassie said with a bow. »Do you have an idea how I can save you?«
»Just follow the garden until you reach a cave. You will find the monster there.«
»The garden?« Cassie turned around, only to discover plants all around her. As she turned back, the gymnasium was gone, and with it, the trampoline and the girl.
Cassie faced where Sharon had been, and held her sword forward in mock salute.
»I will save you, Sharon. By gust and gale, I will.«
-
As Cassie walked through the garden, following a narrow pathway, grass, dry as tinder, crunched under her feet. The garden was dying. The plants looked healthy, but when Cassie touched them, they proved as brittle as old paper. Every few steps the ground trembled softly. It wasn’t a real earthquake, but Cassie found it distracting, nonetheless. Furthermore, there was no wind, not even a slight breeze in the air. It was almost as if time had stopped around here.
The path led Cassie to a wide river. An ornamental stone bridge arched over it. A sign said, »River of Tears. Do not drink.«
Cassie knelt at the shore and dipped her finger into the water. It was cold, and felt refreshing under the suddenly hot sun. She tasted the finger. Salty.
»Are these your tears, Sharon?« Cassie wondered aloud. »You won’t have to cry much longer.«
Behind the bridge, the mindscape changed drastically. After a few steps, Cassie was in the middle of a rocky desert, and the dying garden seemed infinitely far away. The sun stood high in the sky, with not a cloud around providing cover. No wind, either. The tremors had increased in strength, their rhythm reminding Cassie of the trampoline.
After a while, Cassie saw two figures in the distance, about as tall as a human. As she approached them, they turned out to be tall sunflowers.
»Damn,« she said.
»What kind of greeting is that supposed to be?« one of the flowers said – the left one.
»Not a kind one, that’s for sure,« the right one replied.
»You can talk!«
The flowers regarded her for a moment, and then turned to each other. »Do you think she’s stupid?« the left one asked.
»Maybe she’s just been out in the sun for too long,« the right one answered.
»Ah. Of course.« They turned back to her. »Yes. We can talk. I am Pete, and this here is Oscar,« the left one explained.
»Then maybe you can help me,« Cassie said. »Wait – how do you know I’m a woman?«
»Oh please!« Pete, the sunflower, said. »What do you take us for? Lilies?«
»Violets?« Oscar added.
»Sunflowers?« Cassie ventured.
»That’s right, « Pete said, as if that would explain everything. »We’re sunflowers.«
»Just follow the breeze,« Cassie muttered under her breath. »So… can you help me? I’m looking for a cave.«
»That depends. Will you help us in return?«
»Help you? How?«
»Oscar here wants to leave the garden. I don’t want to, though, I think there was a reason why we were put here, and it’s not up to us to leave, even if the other flowers disagreed. They’re not sunflowers, after all, so what do they know? «
»Look, Pete,« Oscar said, »I don’t want to talk about this anymore. I will leave the garden, and if you don’t want to come with me, I’ll leave you, as well.«
»Now you see our problem, don’t you?« Pete asked.
»I’m not sure,« Cassie said. »What’s this about a garden again?«
»Too long in the sun,« Pete said. »You were right, Oscar.«
»How is she supposed to know? Does it look like a garden to you?«
»Hmm. Maybe you’re right.« Pete tilted its head slightly. »This is the Garden of Color. Once, it was full of flowers. All kinds of flowers – even orchids, and you know how they can be. Or maybe you don’t. Anyway, some time ago, the earthquakes started. The clouds left with the wind, never to return. The ground dried up, and any water a plant could draw was salty, useless. At first, we thought it was temporary, but it wasn’t. When Harriett died-«
»She was a rose hip,« Oscar explained.
»When Harriett died, all the other flowers got scared. So they left.«
»And we should have left, too,« Oscar insisted.
»How did you survive here?« Cassie asked.
»How often do I have to repeat myself? We’re sunflowers. We find a way.«
»We’re on a diet,« Oscar admitted. »We were much taller once.«
»Still,« Pete said. »I don’t feel good leaving the garden behind. It’s as if as soon as we are gone, it will cease to exist. I know it’s silly, but-«
»It’s not,« Cassie said.
»What?« both flowers said in unison.
»It’s not silly. You’re probably right. You must stay. You must keep the garden alive.«
»See?« Pete said triumphantly.
»Now you’re listening to a human! That’s it. I’m leaving.« Oscar pulled its roots out of the rocky ground, and walked away. After a few steps, the sunflower began to shimmer in the air, and then disappeared as if it never existed.
»Well,« Pete said, »looks like I’m the only one left.«
»They will come back,« Cassie said.
»Do you think Sharon will come back, too?«
»Sharon?«
»That’s what I said: Sharon,« Pete said impatiently, but then its voice lost its edge. »You know, she came to visit us. She danced among us, or just sat down and listened to us. I miss her.«
»I’m here to help Sharon. I hope that I can bring her back, yes. But I need your help. I’m looking for a cave.«
»Yes, I know of it. It is not a good place.«
»I still need to get there.«
»It’s a few hills over. Just follow the sun.«
Cassie looked up. The sun had begun to set. »Thank you,« she said, and turned what seemed to be west, following the sun.
»You know what’s strange?« Pete said after Cassie had left. »There’s never been a sunset in the garden before.« And then the sunflower shuddered, feeling the chill of the night to come.
-
The sun touched the horizon when Cassie finally came to a hill. The ground shook again, and this time she was almost knocked prone. Another tremor shook the earth, and another. Cassie no longer doubted what caused them. She imagined a distant
fwump with each quake.
The hill was too steep to climb, but a wooden ladder led up to a cave, some fifty feet above her. The ladder didn’t look very stable.
She had climbed the first rungs when the next tremor came. Cassie lost her grip. She fell to the side, and then slid down the hill. Another tremor greeted her as she reached the bottom.
»Tornado’s eye!« she cursed. If that happened when she was further up, she’d hurt herself. Maybe she died. She’d heard of witches who died in a mindscape. It wasn’t pretty. She had to be more careful.
Luckily, her male body proved far stronger and fitter than her own would have been. She’d managed to climb half the distance when another tremor knocked her about. Again she fell to the side, but this time she kept her grip, dangling from the ladder thirty feet above ground.
»Sharon!« she screamed. Five seconds later, the ground shook again. And again. Cassie bit her lip. It was a last resort. Tasting her blood weakened the soul-joining spell enough so she could reach into her real-world body for a short time without leaving the mindscape. She closed her eyes and smelled antiseptics. A faint breeze wafted over her.
In the hospital, Cassie mumbled a spell and freed the desperation she’d siphoned off Timothy. In the mindscape, Cassie felt new strength flooding through her. Grunting, she swung herself back on the ladder, and began to climb. The tremors grew even worse; each time, the ladder danced on the hillside like a drunken puppet. But Cassie climbed on. Filled with Timothy’s desire to see Sharon live, nothing could stop her. But she felt his strength receding already. Cassie grimaced and climbed on, step after step, rung after rung. As she reached the cave, another tremor knocked the ladder from under her feet. Cassie grabbed the edge of the cave and held on. With a last effort, she pulled herself up and into the darkness of the cave, just as Timothy’s strength left her.
-
Cassie lay in the cave entrance, catching her breath. The cave was dark, but light from the desert outside illuminated brick walls and a smooth floor. The tremors were gone; at least, they didn’t carry into the cave. Peering into the darkness, Cassie thought she made out movement. She stood up, and drew her sword. The blade glowed faintly in the dark, and Cassie looked into a distorted mirror image of herself. The image shuddered, and inched closer. It was a huge blob of jelly, the smell of acid preceding it. It filled the whole corridor side to side, but only reached half as high as the ceiling. Still, it was almost as tall as Cassie, and too high to jump.
»I am a knight,« Cassie reminded herself, and swung her sword. The blade cut the blob like air, and now Cassie was looking at two separate mirror images. The blob inched forward. Cassie took a step back. Behind her, the cave opened to the hillside, and the ladder was gone. She had to defeat this thing! Again, she cut, and again. Her sword danced through the air, tearing into the blob.
It was useless.
Cassie looked into a dozen distorted mirror images, and she saw the desperation in her own eyes. All that was left to do was to decide between falling down the hillside or getting eaten by amorphous jelly. The blob inched forward. In the distance, Cassie heard a faint
fwump.
She had an idea. She took the sword and rammed it knee-high into the sidewall. Then, she took another step back – her heels touched the edge of the cave. The blob inched forward. Cassie waited. The blob inched forward again, touching the sword hilt and starting to dissolve it. Now!
Cassie stepped on the flat of the blade, and then jumped as high and far as she could. She flew through the air, felt her hands brush against the jelly, then her knees, and then she was past.
She came down hard, but instead of wallowing in her pain, she stood right up again. The blob had stopped, and began to inch towards her again. But it was too slow. Cassie’s hands hurt like they were on fire, but she laughed despite the pain. The way was clear. In the distance she heard another
fwump, and she started walking.
-
Suddenly she was back in the gym. Sharon was still jumping on the trampoline. She looked even more tired than before, and the jumps were higher, too. Cassie approached her.
»Hello, Sharon.«
»Did you defeat the monster?«
»Not yet.«
»But you said you wanted to save me.«
»And I will. Stop jumping.«
»I can’t. I will burn.«
»No, you won’t. It’s the jump that heats you up, and the higher you jump, the closer to burning you get.« Cassie looked at the girl, and saw her suspicion was correct. Since her jumps had become higher, the blur around her had intensified, as well. Now, her hair already started to smoke when she reached the top. Cassie noticed the ‘No Smoking’ sign on the wall in the back, and chuckled dryly at the irony.
»You’re wrong! If I stop jumping, I will die!«
»No. Stop jumping, and you will live. You know it, Sharon. You sent me to fight a monster in a cave, but in the cave, I found you. There is nothing keeping you here, except for yourself. Stop jumping.«
»I… I’m afraid.«
Cassie smiled, and spread her arms. »I am here. Come on, jump towards me. I will catch you.«
»Are you sure I’m not gonna burn?«
»Yes. Come now. I will catch you, Sha-«
»Get her away, at once!« Cassie felt herself yanked backwards. She was back in the hospital. A burly man held her tight, and a team of doctors and nurses swarmed about Sharon’s still body, inspecting her. In the corner of the room stood Timothy, tears running down his face.
»No,« Cassie said. She had been so close. »No!«
A doctor looked up at the mobile hanging from the ceiling. He ripped it off and threw it to the ground. The fan had already been disconnected. Sharon lay like dead, her chest rising only by the will of the machines. Her eyes had stopped to flutter.
»Mr. Hoffer«, the doctor said, having Cassie already forgotten, »I am very disappointed with you. I don’t know what you did here, but make no mistake: I will report you to the authorities.«
»I wanted to save her.«
»It’s too late for that, Mr. Hoffer. It has been too late for some time now. Nurse Walker, prepare to unplug the system.«
»No!« Cassie shouted again. »She’s alive! Please…«
The doctor looked at her. »Warden,« he said, »didn’t I tell you to get her out? Do it. Now!«
The warden pulled Cassie towards the door. She didn’t resist, but looked at Timothy. »I’m sorry,« she said, but he didn’t listen. He stood motionless, looking at his wife. Cassie turned to take a final look at Sharon, too. She saw her fingers move. Ever so slowly, Sharon’s hands began to close.
»She’s waking up!« Cassie shouted, as the warden pulled her out of the door. Now she started to resist, but to no avail. He was too strong for her. »Please, her hand! Look at her hand!« she screamed. She heard no answer, only the constant beeping of the heart monitor.
»Nurse Walker,« the doctor said. »Now.«
A long, sustained beep followed, and then – nothing.