Invasion of DeadLife Nightmare, Part 4

The older blue-eyed child popped around the corner, “The frame-healer leave, mom-mom?”


“Should I lead the spirit-healer in?”


The blue-eyed warrior clan matriarch moved to the bedside. The green-eyed acolyte was breathing evenly and resting more easily. Convulsions had stopped.

The warrior clan matriarch heard the silent footfalls of the brown-eyed spirit-healer in the hall. The spirit-healer’s sandals clattered beside the doorway. The warrior clan matriarch felt the spirit-healer’s presence as the brown-eyed woman entered barefoot.

“Still trying to connect with the female earth essence, I see?”

“Yeah, well you’re a matriarch so enthralled with all things female that you serve a male deity. That’s even crazier.”

“Still haven’t lost your touch… or your sarcasm. Do you need a chair or anything? I never quite know which spiritual practice you’re into.”

“I’ll sit on the edge of the bed and see what I see.”

The blue-eyed warrior clan matriarch watched as the brown-eyed spirit-healer silently slid some well-formed hind quarters on the edge of the bed. The green-eyed acolyte shifted without moaning, another sign of improvement.

The brown-eyed spirit healer assumed an odd position, similar to the one the blue-eyed warrior clan matriarch used as a child at the feet of the matriarchs. The only difference was in how the feet were positioned. The spirit-healer slowed her breathing and laid her hands open to heaven on her kneecaps.

The silent, cyclical breathing continued until moon rise. The spirit-healer began to bring her hands together, fingers up, palms facing each other. From past partnership, the warrior clan matriarch knew the work was about to begin.

Suddenly, the spirit-healer sat bolt upright with both feet square on the floor. Her brown eyes got so wide her eyebrows disappeared under her hairline. She stopped breathing. Shrieking, she bolted out of the living quarters.

“Chasm lizard turds!”

The blue-eyed warrior clan matriarch adjusted the blankets and fluffed the pillows. She ensured the green-eyed acolyte was still resting peaceably.

Then she called her blue-eyed daughters to her, stating, “It’s going to be a long night. I need to go find my friend. When I leave, bolt the door. Do not answer the door. Watch your friend. Say a few prayers. I would prefer they be to the War God, but I know right now you are enamored of the Goddess of Peace.”


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