Amazon Challenge-Tribe Wahine 3/5
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The day of the choosing arrives. Haipo wastes no time in encouraging Buffy. He’s seen Bracha’s evil ways and Buffy will not stand a chance against her sister if he sits by and does nothing.
After finishing a bite of scrambled egg, Haipo asks, “Are you ready to fight Bracha today?”
Buffy sighs. “I think so. I mean, I wouldn’t say I’m much of a fighter, but if it’s by the will of the heart, I’m sure to win.”
At this, Haipo moves closer so they can converse more privately.
“It will take more than an earnest heart to win against Bracha. She is as smart as she is strong. If I were to bet right now, I’d say the win goes to her.”
Bracha’s eyebrows raise and her voice quavers, “So, then, to you I’ve already lost. I see how it is. Why should I bother to show my face at the trial? Is that what you’re saying?”
“This is what I’m talking about, Buffy,” Haipo says, hands raising. “You give up way too easily. No. That is definitely not what I’m saying.”
“I’m listening.”
“Bracha is proud. Use this against her. She will never think you will strike first. Do this and you will have the upper hand in the fight. I’m not saying you will win, but it will give you a fair chance.”
“I see. Thank you for sharing this with me, Haipo,” Buffy says, hope filling her heart. “Is there anything else I might do?”
“Relax and have fun!” He chuckles.
Buffy laughs with him, but on the inside she worries. Bracha is ten times the fighter she is. Even with Haipo’s strategy, the odds were way against her. She could only hope the Maker would shine His face upon her.
Before Haipo leaves for his duties, he bends down and whispers to her, “I’m rooting for you, Buffy. Believe you can do it!” Squeezing her shoulder, he leaves to take care of the broken pipes in the bathroom.
Buffy hides his words in her heart, hoping for a miracle. If nothing else, at least she has a friend in Haipo. It strikes her to the core of his kindness to her when she probably would end up being a temple priestess as all rival heiresses become when such a situation occurs. There hasn’t been twin heiresses born in over one hundred suns. Buffy would do her duty with honor, no matter the outcome.
Butterflies zing inside Buffy’s stomach. The time has come. First, Elue prepares Buffy and Bracha for their ritual. Their hair is bled of all color, purifying it. Then they put on matching fighting clothes. It is hard to tell them apart.
Abra also changes her hair, dying it a blood red, signifying the change that is to come in her life as Creator. A new way is to come. She will step down soon.
Abra asks, “Are you each ready?”
Bracha cocks her head. “I don’t know. I think I need some energy juice.”
Smiling, Abra says, “Energy juice is not permitted. You know the rules, Bracha.”
Abra gives each daughter a hug and words of encouragement.
Then she announces, “May the Maker's face shine upon both of you. Let the choosing begin!”
Immediately, Buffy attacks, startling Bracha.
Bracha tries to throw a drink on Buffy, but nothing happens. Magically the liquid dries.
“What is this enchantment?” Bracha whispers. “You WITCH!” She lunges at Buffy.
Surprised by her sister’s sudden attack, Buffy tries to buffet her hand, but misses and Bracha lands a punch right to her cheek. Pain rockets through Buffy’s face and down her neck, disorienting her. She will be on her back soon if she doesn’t fight back. Quickly, Buffy pulls her sister’s right shoulder, flipping her.
For the next hour, the twins wrestle and pinch and claw, building up dust in their midst.
After neither one could throw another punch, both breathe heavily, panting and double over.
“But who won?” Elue wonders.
“Can’t you see?” Haipo says, gleefully. “Bracha is dazed.”
“Sister,” Buffy says, wiping her face full of dust and spit. “Are you well?”
Bracha is not well at all but she will not admit this to her sister. In fact, she cannot see clearly and is about to fall over if not for sheer pride holding her legs upright.
“Oh, dear sister,” Bracha croons. “Are you well? I pray I didn’t harm you too badly.”
Haipo laughs but Elue shoots him a look to settle down. “Buffy is the clear winner. Sorry, Bracha. Your eyes are rapidly moving indicating you’re quite dizzy. The crown goes to her. Bow to your Creator heiress.”
“Very well,” Bracha says, her eyes widen with a look that makes Buffy feel uneasy. “My wish is your command, dear sister.”
Buffy didn’t understand the malice in Bracha’s tone, but knows they will no longer be friends or sisters from that day forward and this saddens her greatly. She wonders if things would have been better had she allowed her sister to win. She decides to speak to Haipo about this later. For now, she needed to learn from her mother all she could about running a tribe. She would be Creator sooner than she liked.
After finishing a bite of scrambled egg, Haipo asks, “Are you ready to fight Bracha today?”
Buffy sighs. “I think so. I mean, I wouldn’t say I’m much of a fighter, but if it’s by the will of the heart, I’m sure to win.”
At this, Haipo moves closer so they can converse more privately.
“It will take more than an earnest heart to win against Bracha. She is as smart as she is strong. If I were to bet right now, I’d say the win goes to her.”
Bracha’s eyebrows raise and her voice quavers, “So, then, to you I’ve already lost. I see how it is. Why should I bother to show my face at the trial? Is that what you’re saying?”
“This is what I’m talking about, Buffy,” Haipo says, hands raising. “You give up way too easily. No. That is definitely not what I’m saying.”
“I’m listening.”
“Bracha is proud. Use this against her. She will never think you will strike first. Do this and you will have the upper hand in the fight. I’m not saying you will win, but it will give you a fair chance.”
“I see. Thank you for sharing this with me, Haipo,” Buffy says, hope filling her heart. “Is there anything else I might do?”
“Relax and have fun!” He chuckles.
Buffy laughs with him, but on the inside she worries. Bracha is ten times the fighter she is. Even with Haipo’s strategy, the odds were way against her. She could only hope the Maker would shine His face upon her.
Before Haipo leaves for his duties, he bends down and whispers to her, “I’m rooting for you, Buffy. Believe you can do it!” Squeezing her shoulder, he leaves to take care of the broken pipes in the bathroom.
Buffy hides his words in her heart, hoping for a miracle. If nothing else, at least she has a friend in Haipo. It strikes her to the core of his kindness to her when she probably would end up being a temple priestess as all rival heiresses become when such a situation occurs. There hasn’t been twin heiresses born in over one hundred suns. Buffy would do her duty with honor, no matter the outcome.
Butterflies zing inside Buffy’s stomach. The time has come. First, Elue prepares Buffy and Bracha for their ritual. Their hair is bled of all color, purifying it. Then they put on matching fighting clothes. It is hard to tell them apart.
Abra also changes her hair, dying it a blood red, signifying the change that is to come in her life as Creator. A new way is to come. She will step down soon.
Abra asks, “Are you each ready?”
Bracha cocks her head. “I don’t know. I think I need some energy juice.”
Smiling, Abra says, “Energy juice is not permitted. You know the rules, Bracha.”
Abra gives each daughter a hug and words of encouragement.
Then she announces, “May the Maker's face shine upon both of you. Let the choosing begin!”
Immediately, Buffy attacks, startling Bracha.
Bracha tries to throw a drink on Buffy, but nothing happens. Magically the liquid dries.
“What is this enchantment?” Bracha whispers. “You WITCH!” She lunges at Buffy.
Surprised by her sister’s sudden attack, Buffy tries to buffet her hand, but misses and Bracha lands a punch right to her cheek. Pain rockets through Buffy’s face and down her neck, disorienting her. She will be on her back soon if she doesn’t fight back. Quickly, Buffy pulls her sister’s right shoulder, flipping her.
For the next hour, the twins wrestle and pinch and claw, building up dust in their midst.
After neither one could throw another punch, both breathe heavily, panting and double over.
“But who won?” Elue wonders.
“Can’t you see?” Haipo says, gleefully. “Bracha is dazed.”
“Sister,” Buffy says, wiping her face full of dust and spit. “Are you well?”
Bracha is not well at all but she will not admit this to her sister. In fact, she cannot see clearly and is about to fall over if not for sheer pride holding her legs upright.
“Oh, dear sister,” Bracha croons. “Are you well? I pray I didn’t harm you too badly.”
Haipo laughs but Elue shoots him a look to settle down. “Buffy is the clear winner. Sorry, Bracha. Your eyes are rapidly moving indicating you’re quite dizzy. The crown goes to her. Bow to your Creator heiress.”
“Very well,” Bracha says, her eyes widen with a look that makes Buffy feel uneasy. “My wish is your command, dear sister.”
Buffy didn’t understand the malice in Bracha’s tone, but knows they will no longer be friends or sisters from that day forward and this saddens her greatly. She wonders if things would have been better had she allowed her sister to win. She decides to speak to Haipo about this later. For now, she needed to learn from her mother all she could about running a tribe. She would be Creator sooner than she liked.
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