Grandmother Storyteller Chapter 6: Emerging From The Dream

April 14, 2020

Continued from Chapter 5: The Dream

“So you think you are strong enough to contend with me, silly little girl…”

But then, the spider-woman seeing the sword, knowing the immense power the girl held—drew back a step.

“My but what a pretty sword!” she cooed, “You really should be more careful. You might hurt someone.”

“Who are you?” The girl asserting herself demanded an answer.

“A friend of your friend. A clossse friend. I would like to your friend too.” The spider-woman came within whispering distance to the girl; the girl tightened her grip on the sword.

“You are no friend. You only use who you need to keep yourself alive.”

“Oh come now, don’t be such a drag! Have a little fun…relax a bit…he might even like you better…”

“You are NO friend!”

“I AM HIS PAST and it’s ME he loves!”

The girl raising her sword with both hands high above her head, “Don’t talk to me of love! You know NOTHING of love!”

Spiritus Sanctus

fortitudo mea!*

And she with all her might brought the sword down cutting off spider-woman’s leg; but not before spider-woman sank her fangs into the girl’s hand.

Both screamed out in pain. The monster retreated into the shadows.

The boy hearing the screams, “What have I done?” And coming to the girl’s side, “My love, you are injured because of me.”

“Quickly now! Take my sword and finish it…” The girl stopped herself searching the boy’s eyes for an answer she so desperately wanted to see; however, she knew what she must do. Plunging the sword into the ground—in the space in between—she looked deep into his eyes, “For if and when you are ready, my love.”

The boy thanked the girl and then, “I brought you here to this dark place and you have shown me courage and compassion, giving me strength to face this beast within myself. But I see now this is mine alone to overcome. I must face her alone.” And then tenderly kissing the girl’s wounded hand, “How will you ever forgive me?”

She looked up, smiled (‘By the love of My sacrifice’) and said nothing…

When the girl reached the edge of the dark woods, there standing in the sunlight was an attractive middle-aged woman wearing a grey cardigan, “I’ve been waiting for you”

The girl surprised, but pleased to see the woman, “How did you know I..”

“Show me your hand.” And turning over the girl’s hand to inspect the spider’s bite, “Hmm…you will probably carry this scar for the rest of your life, but in time, it will heal; and the pain will fade…”

With a gasp the young woman emerged from the dream, jumped out of bed and immediately set out to the task at hand. She knew now what needed to be done.

–NZain💓

To be continued…

*Holy Spirit

be my strength.