Be Careful What You Wish For

Mythology, One-Shot, Original Fiction, Spiritual, Supernatural  ||   February 2, 2014   ||   0 comments
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A young man traveled five years in a desperate search for the one known as Mother Nature. His homeland had been in a drought for so long. Eight years now. The ground was so dry, it crumbled to dust in the hand. His once lush, green home filled with life was now more like a desert with the bodies of the towns people scattered like leaves in autumn. So many had died and more died every day. His home was once a large town, now less than half remained and more died every day.

They didn’t have the supplies to leave, he had nearly starved when he left to find help. There was no help though. That’s when he learned of the mother who controlled all of earth and its weather. She had all control. He had learned that she was called many different things, but most commonly, she was called Mother Nature. He searched day and night, determined to find her. If she really could control all, then she could bring rain! She could save the people of his homeland! That’s what he believed.

This young man was fifteen years old and known as Keshim. He was a tall boy, six foot easy with dark brown hair that was parted perfectly in the middle. It was wild, going in every which direction. It was long for a boy, going midway down his arms, almost to the elbow to be more exact. He had dark tan skin, obvious from all the time he spent walking under the blazing sun during his travels these past years. His baggy pants which were far too big for him were dirty and torn, his shirt too small, stretched too proportion with tears in multiple places, the bottom of it fraying. He didn’t care. He didn’t even wear shoes anymore! His feet were blistered and bruised, old blood smeared on them. All he wore were once white bandages around them. Its all he could afford.

His travels finally led him to the ‘end of earth’ as people called it. No one really knew what laid beyond it. All those who took the venture never made it back. So the people who lived in the village a few miles away, called it the end of earth. They believed that the people just walked off the face of the earth.

He had spent the years searching every place and this… this place called to him like no other. As he looked out over the great ravine or maybe it was a canyon. He wasn’t sure. It seemed too big to be a ravine and too small to be a canyon. Either way, this was it. This was where his journey had led him. He followed the rocked down into the rocky valley below.

Keshim walked for what seemed like months, but in reality is was only a few weeks. He had come across the skeletons of the people who had come into the place him. This canyon at times was huge where he could barely see the huge rocky sides through the dust what seemed to sometimes coat the air. Other times though, the canyon wasn’t a canyon at all, it was a thin and almost impossible to get through ravine. He forced himself to go on, forcing his way through no matter what. He had come this far, he was determined to make it to the end, even if it was all for nothing.

He had come to notice that animals, bugs, even birds, were a rare sight here. It didn’t make a lot of sense. What kept them away? He had to admit though, ever since entering the canyon, he had this strange feeling but at this point, maybe it was just his hunger. He had run out of food and water nearly a week ago. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could go on. The world around him felt so heavy, his body felt like it wasn’t completely his anymore. He was sure he was drifting in and out of consciousness, not that he ever stopped walking. He wouldn’t allow himself to stop. Only in death would he allow himself to stop moving forward.

He squeezed through the narrow passage of the ravine and stumbled forward, falling to his knees as it suddenly opened up into a canyon. Usually the change was gradual, never so sudden. Take a deep breath, he noticed the air here was was clear and fresh and clean, unlike anything he had ever experienced before. He wasn’t sure how to explain it.

Finally, he looked up, taking in the sudden change. The once brown and dusty rocks he had grown so used to seeing were different. The side walls of the canyon, even the ground itself, the rocks were a gray colour and seemed almost soft to the touch, as if an invisible, unfelt water washed constantly over them. Along the right side of the canyon was a ever so small stream of flawlessly clear water that came down from an equally small waterfall that came from the top of the canyon. He stumbled over, dipping his hands into the water and drinking it from his palms. Even the water here was different. It was so pure tasting, it even sparkled in its clarity. He couldn’t believe it.

He quenched his thirst and slowly stood. He didn’t feel so out of it anymore. In fact, with all this, he had long forgotten his hunger. He walked forward, taking his time now. The very air here felt strange, perhaps it wasn’t the air though but something else? Something he couldn’t place.

Keshim walked for what seemed like a long while before suddenly coming face to face with something he couldn’t really explain. It looked like a foot, but it was at least as big as he was, or bigger. The toe nail, while looked more like a demon’s claw, was as long as his forearm! He looked up, having to bend his head back so far. He took a few steps back. How could someone not see this creature from miles away? How had he not seen this thing from first coming out of the ravine?

The creatures moved, turning to look at him, “You come all this way to gawk, boy?” the creature was a woman! She had a type of lilac purple eyes that seemed to stare right into his soul. He took a few panicked steps back. How could her eyes be such a beautiful and kind colour, but hold such a frightening look? His breath hitched in his throat. He was afraid to even breathe.

Panicking, he looked around for some sort of an escape, but there was nothing. It was a canyon after all. All he could do was go back. Go back down that endless passage. He’d never make it. All around him was rock walls and now that he looked, was her excessively long dark gray hair that seemed to form in pools all around him and the walls of the canyon. He spun back to look up at her, eyes wide in absolute horror.

She was as tall, no even taller, than the canyon walls itself and she was sitting down! She was sitting back against the ending wall of the canyon, her eyes watching him with uncaring interest. It was unlikely that she got very many visitors. She had one knee brought up, her foot placed firmly on the ground. Her other leg was laid down, with the foot slipped between her body and opposite foot, almost as if sitting Indian style with just the one leg.

She leaned forward, getting undesirably close to the frightened young man. She tilted her head to the side and placed her index finger to her lower lip. Her lower lip was twice as full as the top and painted with a deep maroon coloured lipstick. Her middle finger brushing across her jaw line, all the rest were tucked under her chin. He was rather shocked she didn’t cut herself with her sharp nails, each looking as sharp as a knife. Her lips were slightly parted, exposing her perfect teeth. The top and bottom teeth pressed firmly together, except for her exceptionally long and very sharp canines which scared the hell out of the boy.

He looked into her eyes quickly, trying to think of some means of escape but knew there was none.

She suddenly laughed, right in his terrified face, she laughed!

“You come all this way! Search for so long! Then you plan to run away?!” she laughed harder, moving away from him. “Humans are such amusing creatures!”

“I – I’m not going to run away!” Keshim finally spoke, his voice quick and sharp, but it was definitely shaky.

She looked back to him with a devilish smirk. “Oh really now?”

“That’s right!” he snapped, standing his ground. “Now… Now tell me who you are!” he demanded. He needed to know. Was she… this monstrous looking creature the person that he had sought? She knew that he had been searching for something for a long time. She knew that and there was no way just anyone could know such a thing!

She smirked, “I am the Goddess Ziemia.” she replied, once again sitting back against the canyon. “I am the one you have been searching for.” she stated knowingly.

For a long while, Keshim just stared. Finally, after so long! He had found her. he had found Mother Nature! He could save his home!

“Mother Nature -! Uh! Goddess Ziemia! Please! Bring the rain back to my home land!” he spoke up quickly, his voice and eyes pleading. Her smirk faded and her expression grew much more serious.

“Let me make this clear to you, boy. You have come a long way. I will allow you to have one desire fulfilled as long as it is within my power. So make sure that your wish is crystal clear. You only get one, don’t waste it.” she instructed. The way she said it made it sound like a warning. He brushed it off though. He knew exactly what he wanted.

“I want it to rain in my homeland! That’s it! Just please! Make it rain again!” he begged, getting down on his knees. He bowed deeply, his nose nearly pressed against the ground. He just wanted the rain to return.

Her long, pointed ears twitched and seemed to droop. A sigh parted her lips. “…Alright then.” she replied. He was sure he heard disappointment in her voice, but he didn’t care. He looked quickly up to her, watching as she waved her arm. A gust of wind surrounded them and then rushed up into the sky and disappeared. “…It is now raining there.” she said, looking back to the boy.

His face lit up with relief, a smile crossing his features. “Thank you, Goddess! Thank you!” he cried. His smile reached ear to ear. Tears of relief started rolling down his dirty cheeks and he fell forward, unconscious.

She sighed, “…Foolish human…” she commented with a frown, reaching down. With a sharp claw, she ever so carefully, moved some hair from his still smiling face. “…He shall soon realize his mistake it coming here.” With that, she placed her hand over his body. He was almost impossible to see under her hand. When she moved her hand away though, he was in fresh clothes, ones that fit no less! He had shoes too and was clean. All needs of the body gone as well.

She looked to him one last time before looking back over the canyon wall, her eyes growing distant. It was like from this one spot, she could watch the entire world effortlessly.

He awoke the next day, noticed right away his new clothes and the feeling of being clean again. He wasn’t hungry anymore either. He felt amazing for the first time in so long!

“You should go back home, boy. There’s a bag waiting for you at the end of this canyon, take it. Now get going.” she stated as soon as he was awake and aware. She waved her hand as if brushing him off of her like a bug.

He stood up and gave her a final look. Yesterday, she had seemed to terrifying. Today… she didn’t seem scary at all. She looked the same, but… something about her was different or maybe it had to do with him. He looked her over, he didn’t want to ever forget. The journey had been so hard, but he finally did it. He was going to be going home. He couldn’t believe it. He was just so happy and relieved! It was all thanks to this woman here though! She had gave his home back the rain! He wanted to remember her forever!

He didn’t really pay attention yesterday, he had just thought she looked like a demon, but… in a way, she really didn’t. She didn’t look heavenly or anything, but something about her definitely wasn’t demonic either. The earrings she wore that seemed to dangle endlessly and meshed with her hair. A sun with a hundred tiny clouds hung from many chains on the right ear and a moon with a hundred mini stars on chains hung from the other endlessly dangling earring in the left ear.

Her bangs were parted off to the side, but cut perfectly, just below the right eye, though it didn’t block her eye or vision at all. She seemed to keep brushing her hair out of the way. The rest of her hair ran down her front and back like a dark gray waterfall that covered her and then came to pools of hair on the ground around her. Her gray hair was so dark compared to her pale skin tone. She was so pale, not quite white, but close enough in his opinion.

Besides her skin tone, the only other things that stuck out against her dark hair was the hairdressing she wore, almost like a crown in its own way. There were pieces dangling from it and jewels of all types hanging off of it in chains that ran through her hair. Her paused when his eyes moved down lower. He hadn’t noticed yesterday that she was near bare naked. Her ‘clothes’ were more like just coverings that almost looked like they were made of bone. They hugged her body perfectly, covering only her breasts and lower regions and then faded off. They even matched the colour of bones. It kind of creeped him out, he had to admit.

She was beautiful, in her own. A little scary, but still beautiful. He finally turned his back to her and walked off, pausing a little ways away. He looked back to her once more and smiled.

“Thank you, Goddess Ziemia…” Keshim said once more. She brushed him off with a wave of her hand. She didn’t look to him as he left after that.

Just as she told him, he returned home. It didn’t take him long at all. When he returned home, he found that it had been raining for a month straight and everyone was celebrating. He hadn’t seen them all so happy in years. It thrilled him.

A month passed and the rain continued, then two months, then three and still the rain did not stop. Why didn’t it stop? It had been raining for six months without stop. What had gone wrong? He didn’t understand! He didn’t ask for endless rain! He just asked for rain! What kind of joke was this?!

“Mother! I’m going back!” Keshim argued.

“You will anger the gods, Keshim! Now stop this!” his mother argued back with him. She was an older woman, in at least her forties. “You went once and look at what happened! We mustn’t anger them further!”

Keshim clenched his fists and stormed back up into his room. For months he racked his mind over what went wrong. The rain continued for an entire two and a half years. Every few weeks, he would beg his mother to let him go back to see the goddess, but each time, for forbade him from going.

About a month ago, she grew sick and it grew worse and worse until finally, she died. Keshim stormed into his house. He was sick of this! She kept telling him not to go! But for what?! Now she was dead! What difference did it make if he went or not because either way she died! In his fury he slapped a vase off a table. He didn’t even care anymore!

He stormed through the house, gathering everything he would need. He would be more prepared this time. No one was holding him back now. He was going. He wasn’t going to loose anyone else because of this! He wasn’t sure what went wrong, but he was going to find out!

“Keshim… you can’t go…” came the young voice of his sister. While he was nearly eighteen, she was only sixteen. She was very beautiful with waist long blonde hair and pretty blue eyes. She had that innocent look to her.

“Yeah, I am. I’ve had enough of this, Leila!” he snapped, giving her a dark look. She didn’t back down.

“What about mother’s wishes?” she was trying to persuade him, but it wasn’t going to work.

“Mother is dead because of those wishes!” he argued angrily, fists clenched.

His sister, Leila looked down sadly. “Soon everyone will be dead, Leila!” he added, looking to her seriously. “We won’t know what difference it’ll make if we don’t try! Everyone will die if it continues to rain like this! Just like with the drought! Soon no one will be left! Don’t you get that?!” he snapped at her.

She looked back up at him. “I know… but…”

“There’s no but’s! What have we got to lose, Leila! If I go, maybe I can stop this! If not, so what? Either way, we’ll all die!” he snapped. She couldn’t tell him he was wrong because frankly… he wasn’t.

She sighed softly and looked out the window at the dark, rainy day. It was hard to believe it was the middle of the afternoon.

“Alright. Just… Keshim…?” she looked back to him sadly. “Be careful.” he simply nodded, grabbed his bag and left. He couldn’t bring himself to look back at his sister who he knew was now crying. He had to find a way to fix this mess.

It didn’t take long for the days to turn into weeks and then into months as he traveled. He remembered how it had taken him only a month to get back home after meeting the Goddess Ziemia, but now, he remembered, but at the same time, he didn’t remember exactly how to get there.

By the time he reached the canyon known as ‘End of Earth’, he was already eighteen, his birthday had come and gone. It took him a mere two weeks to get through the canyons and ravines that made up End of Earth.

He rushed through the clear, untainted air at the end of the canyon until he came to her feet once again. “Goddess Ziemia!” he called angrily, looking up at her. Though he looked older, more muscular, his hair longer, she looked exactly the same. Even sitting in the exact same position.

She looked to him, “I have expected your return for a long time, boy.”

“It’s Keshim.” he hissed, fists clenched. He dropped his book bag to the ground. “What did you do!?” he snapped, demanding answers.

She gave him a look, simply raising her eyebrows. She raised her head, “I gave you exactly what you asked for.” she stated simply.

“I never asked for endless rain!” he argued angrily. He had never been so furious. “Do you realize how many people have died?! How many you killed?!” he shouted, his rage engulfed around him, flowing off him in waves.

“I did nothing. You asked for rain.” she moved forward with lightning speed to meet his gaze. Her face was only inches away from his body. His eyes widened at the sudden action and he stumbled back a bit. Her eyes narrowed at him, sending shivers up and down his spine. He wasn’t about to back down though.

“You never asked for temporary rain, for a little rain, for a few days worth of rain. You simply asked for rain.” she hissed darkly. “I warned you quite clearly to be crystal clear with your wish. So do not blame me for your faults.” she snarled, baring your razor blade fangs at him.

His eyes widened at her words and he shook his head, anger quickly returning. “Don’t blame this one me! You caused the drought! It lasted for eight whole years!!” he shouted.

She leaned back again and looked to him seriously. “Do you know what a drought does to the land?” she asked.

“Of course I do! It kills everything! Everything dries out and dies!” he answered angrily. He wasn’t stupid! He lived through that drought!

“And do you know what happens when the rain finally comes after a drought so long?” she asked, her voice unbearably calm. Now he was confused. When he didn’t answer she continued.

“When the rain finally comes, the ground is replenished. It springs to life once more even better than before. Droughts are hard, but what comes after makes it worth all the struggles.” she leaned back against the canyon wall, her hand going to rest in her hand. She looked away from him, back out into the distance that he couldn’t see. “Humans are such impatient creatures.”

Keshim paused, “…What?” he asked.

She looked back to him. “Humans can never wait. They want things in their own time.” she sighed and put her arm down in her lap. “That drought was to last a total of nine years. It would then rain continuously for two months. After that, the rain would have stopped and the earth in your homeland would have sprung beautifully to life.” with each word his heart sank more and more.

“Humans feel that because they occupy so much of this land that they know all about it. The truth is, you know nothing. You live… what? A hundred years? I’ve lived millions. This earth is mine and I know it and what it needs far better then you foolish humans.” she stated knowingly.

Keshim frowned, looking down. His fists were clenched at his sides. He was angry, but not at her. He was angry at himself.

“…I’m sorry.” he said suddenly. She looked to him, but said nothing. He looked to her seriously. “I want to fix it! You can do that right!?” he demanded to know, taking a step forward.

“I can.” she replied simply. “But you wished for this. I said that you only get one wish. Another will cost you.” she said simply, once again resting her head in her hand.

“Fine then! I’ll pay the toll, no matter what it is!” he stated quickly.

She sighed, “You’re a rash boy, aren’t you?” she leaned forward a bit, her eyes being sure to catch his. There was a very serious expression across her features. “Are you sure you’re willing to pay the toll…. even if that price is your life?” she asked seriously.

He paused but nodded. “Yes. I’m sure.” he replied, no doubt in his voice.

“Remember, if you’re wish is incorrect this time, you get no more retries. So be sure you know the right words to say.” she warned, sitting back again.

“I don’t need to think about it.” he said.

She frowned some, but it was his choice. “Then go ahead. Whenever you’re ready.” she replied.

“I wish… for you to make everything right. For you to make it how it should be.” he stated clearly. She paused, looking to him, honestly surprised.

“So then… you are leaving this to me?” she questioned, though she knew better than to do so. Still, she was stunned.

“Yes. You know this earth better than me. You know what’s best for it, even if sometimes we argue or disagree. I can’t fix this. I don’t know what it needs. You do!” he quickly answered.

She smiled, “You… have answered correctly.” she replied with a wave of her hand, the same gust of wind that he remembered feeling before engulfed them both. It was stronger than before, sending even her piles of hair into the sky. Just as quickly as the gust appeared, it was gone, and her hair came falling back down to earth.

He stumbled a bit and sighed. “…That’s it…? Is… everything going to be okay now?” he asked looking worried.

She looked to him and nodded. “Yes, the rain will stop for a while, but it’ll return when it’s needed.” she assured. Her voice was almost gentle. He smiled, looking relieved.

“Then… I guess I’m ready…” he said after a moment, closing his eyes.

She actually gave a laugh and he opened them. “Whats so funny?” he asked. He didn’t get it. Was his death funny in some way?

“Don’t be so quick to throw away your life, boy. No…. Keshim. That’s what you said right?” she questioned.

He gave a nod, “…Yeah. But… I don’t understand! You said the price was my life!”

“I never said I would end your life.” she smirked. “Your life simply isn’t yours anymore. Now… Your life belongs to me.” A devilish grin crossed her features.

“…What… does that mean?” he asked. Did this turn him into some sort of god then? He really didn’t get it.

“It’s really very simple. You do things for me. I’m sure you can understand that I can’t just come and go from here. You, on the other hand, can.” she replied. “There are some rules however.” she spoke that part a little more seriously than the rest.

“You must not interact or be seen by the humans. There are… quite serious consequences if you do not follow this simple rule, Keshim. There will be times however, when I give you permission. I there comes a time when you feel the need to interact with a human, you will need my permission.” she explained. It seemed simple enough.

“So… what exactly do I do?” he asked, still a little confused.

She shrugged a bit. “Whatever I need at the time. It’s rare that I’ll need you, so you’re really welcome to do whatever you wish. When I do need you for something however, you’ll know.” she assured, no doubt in her voice. He didn’t really get how he would know, but trusted her. What else could he do.

With that, she held her hand out in front of him. A light, so faint, blue glow came from it and suddenly he felt like he had been hit by a brick wall. He stumbled back, doubling over a bit. His body changed before him, before he could ever realize what was happening.  His dull, mangy human fingernails grew into claws, much like her own. His round tipped ears, developing a point to them, his canines sharpening into fangs and finally, markings appeared over his body, over his toes, feet, legs, arms, fingers, chest, back, and even on his face. They varied from floral to simple lines and swirls all mixed together.

He stumbled back, falling onto his rear and wincing. “…What… is this?” he questioned, looking at the marking in his hands. There were multiple horizontal lines going up his fingers, each flawlessly spaced with a single line starting at the nail and going up to the knuckle. The design was the same on each finger of his right hand. The design on his left hand was completely different.

“You’re not really human now, though don’t get carried away, you’re no god. You do have some powers though. Simple things like being able to cause little gusts of wind and such. Some of your abilities will help you with hunting.” she said sitting back and relaxing. “The markings are just… it just comes with the territory.” she replied, brushing it off.

He gave her a strange look. These marking were anything but normal! Still, he’d have to get used to it. This was the price he paid for trying to play god. He learned one thing from all this, be careful what you wish for.