by Blair Aaron
“We're never going to get out of here, if we don't burn that woman at the stake,” Humburt said, looking over at Elsa as she stood with her back against the wall. Elsa covered her mouth in fear. She saw up ahead, Zamir turn back to the heart of the forest and start making his way away from them all. Frightening as he was, Zamir provided Elsa protection for a reason she was not yet privy to. His leaving sent panic through her spine, considering Humburt made it clear he still intended to burn her at the stake.
“We don't even know if that Prophecy was true or not,” Augustus said, always the skeptic.
“Can you believe you're still not sure that the Doc was right?” his brother said.
“Yeah, the forest wouldn't let us leave. Where were you Augustus, in cloud land?” Niklas said. “Doc,” he said, “tell Augustus this is proof the Prophecy was true. The Forest won't let us leave.” They all looked at Doc, who still stared at Zamir leaving the small clearing in the forest. Elsa tried to run after his, but the boys blocked her way.
“Oh no you don't sister. You're not going anywhere just yet,” Augustus said, grabbing her with his powerful arms, her body a mere rag doll, weighing no more than cotton in comparison to his strength. She cried.
“Well, Doc?” Niklas pressed him on the matter. He finally looked over at his Niklas, his most loyal follower. Niklas stood there, wide-eyed, waiting for his command to burn the woman at the stake.
“If you don't believe the Prophecy's words, Augustus, you can ask the man who told them to me yourself. He's walking away from us as we speak,” the Doc said. Elsa didn't know if Zamir would confirm or deny what Kirbleitz said, but she knew the consequences of letting the boys get her back in their control. And Zamir did after all save her once before, so there was always the chance he might do it again.
“Zamir!” she shouted, “You can tell us for certain, what does the Prophecy of Asif say?” She prayed from the deepest parts of her soul that he would not continue walking, that hulk of a man. His height alone dwarfed the other shifters by comparison, as he must have been at least eight feet tall, a tree compared to the other werewolves. His gliding, ethereal silhouette grew smaller as he moved away, as the image was set against some blinding red light whose source was unknown. Elsa could never describe the strange mix of instinct and emotion she felt watching him leave, but it approached a truthful devastation of the reality of evil in nature, a cruelty embroidered by ornate, mysterious beauty, made blacker and uglier because of its proximity to an artistic truthfulness.
“Zamir!” she said. “Please stop.” But he continued walking. He must know the truth about the Prophecy, she thought. She wondered why he wouldn't help her.
Because I am not your servant. I know nothing with certainty.
Elsa realized he knew what she was thinking. She decided to respond. Please help me, Zamir. There is no way I am the person this Prophecy refers to.
But you are.
How is that possible? I never wanted to come to the Forbidden Forest. I was only trying find Theo and accidentally ended up here. I had no choice. It was either come here or let Dorien burn me alive. Please explain what is going on.
As I said, I know nothing for sure.
Then why did you even tell Doctor Kirbleitz about the Prophecy?
I told him what I heard.
Do you think you might have forgotten parts of the Prophecy?
No.
If you 'know nothing for sure' then how are you so sure it's about me?
The Forest told me. The Forest never lies.
Did the Forest also tell you it wanted me burned at the stake?
No.
Then where did Doctor Kirbleitz get the idea? You must have told him that, or else he wouldn't have thought it up.
I told him the prophecy's words, nothing more. Into the wicked woods, all can see/Comes a fair maiden, to set thee free/True as Night, lit with fiery beauty/End her struggle, show her black cruelty.
That's it! Elsa knew the whole burning at the stake must be Doctor Kirbleitz's idea, his own interpretation of the Prophecy. She knew there must have been a mix up. There was nothing in those words that specifically said to burn her at the stake. She looked down at Augustus' arms pinning her to his body, around at the three other men, waiting for Zamir to stop his retreat and come back the way he came. But he continued on, and she somehow had to convince them Zamir never said she could burn at the stake.
Zamir, where did you hear this Prophecy?
A place you can never go. It will change you.
But how do you know there wasn't more to the poem? How do you know we can't find out how to get out of here, if we go to that place?
You cannot handle the Cottage at the center of the woods. It will destroy you.
I'm willing to take that risk, Zamir. As long as you promise to protect me from these guys, until I found out what the Prophecy does mean.
She waited for his response, but there was none.
“Let's burn her,” Niklas said, ever ready to take his fate into his own hands, at any cost to other people. Elsa wanted more than anything to thump him across his tiny forehead, for being so naive and believing everything his hard-headed, impervious Doctor Kirbleitz told him. The Doc had obviously left out a crucial piece of information from the boys--that the Prophecy never directly said Elsa should burn at the stake. That mother fucker, she thought. Elsa told herself no way would she let the misguided shifters destroy her life, because their dear leader was too dumb to find the correct interpretation of a Prophecy.
“Guys,” she said, interrupting their train of thought. “Zamir speaks with me mentally,” she said.
“Yeah right. She's a liar. And it wasn't the first time,” Augustus said.
Elsa decided to take control of the situation. “Doc, tell them he speaks to who he wants, when he wants.”
“It's true,” he said, after a long pause. At least he was willing to tell the truth about that one, she thought.
“Zamir also told me what the Prophecy actually says:
Into the wicked woods, all can see
Comes a fair maiden, to set thee free
True as night, lit with fiery beauty
End her struggle, show her black cruelty.”
Elsa looked around the group of men, to determine whether they believed her. But they all looked to Doctor Kirbleitz to see if she was lying. Elsa couldn't blame them, given that she had told them they would be able to leave the Forest with no problems. And that clearly didn't happen.
“What do you think, Doc?” Niklas said.
“That's the Prophecy. She's telling the truth. He's talking to her.”
“Right?” Elsa said. “Now where does it say that you should burn me at the stake?”
“Lit with fiery beauty.” Kirbleitz said, giving hints to the others about how to interpret the words Elsa spouted. She could see that again Kirbleitz had a genuine desire to do the right thing, and he probably thought he saw the right way to get out of the Forest once and for all, in those prophetic words. Maybe he was right, Elsa thought. Maybe the Prophecy did tell the boys to incinerate her with a fiery beauty.
“Show her black cruelty. That must what you meant when you said we should burn her at the stake,” Humburt said. “I had dreams about this.”
“You did?” Augustus said. “Well you never told me.”
“I tried to, brother. In my dreams, we all thought that's what the Forest wanted us to do, but we were wrong. The Doctor was wrong.”
“Doctor Kirbleitz is never wrong,” Niklas said. “Right?”
“Look Guys, we all make mistakes. It's not your fault,” Elsa said. “Those lines could mean anything. Zamir told me he doesn't think it necessarily means it's about me.” With that statement, she looked away from the boys, in Zamir's direction, who stood still now, his eyes running over Elsa, recognizing her lie. She continued anyway, willing to lie to save her own life. “That could mean anyone. Even you, Niklas.”
“There's no way you guys will burn m
e at the stake. I'll fight you off, easy. So easy you won't know what hit ya,” he said, putting up a pair of nervous fists.
“Calm down, tike,” Augustus said. “If that really is what the Prophecy says, then what does it actually mean? What made you think the Forest wanted to burn Elsa at the stake, Doc?”
“Did Zamir tell you that's what it meant?”
“No, he simply recited the lines as he heard them from the Cottage at the center of the woods.”
“So this was just what you thought would happen?” Augustus furrowed his dark brow once again, studying the man whom he was so certain wanted to keep the shifter pack in his clutches once and for all, even if he had to lie. Augustus never trusted him from the moment they met.
“Humburt had the dreams we all know about. How else would you interpret it?”
“I don't know. But putting an innocent girl to death just to verify what amounts to a guess is pretty monstrous. I figured you knew for certain. We all did. You could have made us partner in your crimes, and still stuck here in the Forest afterwards, to boot. You're crazy, man,” he said, turning away to keep from attacking him. Humburt, Augustus, and Niklas all stood on their two feet, while Kirbleitz remained sitting cross legged below them, careful not to move, lest the boys attack him dead for his misdeeds.
“Well you said the reason the Prophecy was important to you was that it came from the Cottage at the center of the woods. You said the center of the woods gave Zamir a glimpse of the truth, even if it almost killed him,” Elsa said.
“Yes,” Kirbleitz said.
“Then how come we can't just go there ourselves to see if we can't find more information on what the Forest wants us to do, in order to get out of this place?”
“As Zamir has probably told you, the Cottage will destroy you. There has only been one person ever to survive its wrath, and that person is standing over there, watching our conversation.” Kirbleitz motioned over to Zamir, whose eyes were now glowing green with fury, though Elsa could not understand what made him so angry.
“Well, we have nothing to lose. Under your leadership, you almost had us kill an innocent woman,” Augustus said.
“Who said she was innocent,” Humburt said. “Nobody ever said that's not what the Prophecy does mean. Maybe the Forest does want us to kill her. Maybe that's what we'll find out when we get there.”
“That's what I think,” Niklas said, piggybacking on Humburt's idea. “The Doc is never wrong. He would never intentionally lead us astray.”
“What happens if we get there only to find out that we should have killed her all along, that Doc tried to save us from whatever will happen when we get there. I mean, look at Zamir, the big bastard is three times stronger than all of us put together. I believe Doc when he says Zamir was the only guy ever to survive going to the Cottage. If we all get killed, then we wasted our one opportunity to get out of this place,” Humburt said.
“Yeah, but what is the alternative?” Augustus asked. “Sit on our hands at the edge of the Forest for the next cycle of eternity?” The entire group looked down, pensive and worried. “My vote is with Elsa. I think we should do whatever we can to get out of this shit hole once and for all. If we fail, we fail. But at least you can say we tried.”
“Amen to that,” Elsa said. “I promise you guys this Prophecy isn't about me. It's got to be about someone or something else. There's got to be another way out of here. Maybe we can get more information at the Cottage.”
“If Zamir has been there, how can we can't just ask him what to do?” Humburt asked.
“Zamir told me that he doesn't know what the Forest wants or what the Prophecy means. He said he just recited the lines to Kirbleitz, because he heard them when we last at the cottage.”
“Do you think the Cottage did something to him, like made him violent and evil like he is now, Doc?” Niklas asked.
“He was never the same, he told me once.” The Doc took a deep breath, relieving the tension he was holding. “No, what Elsa says is true. I don't know what the Prophecy means. I just thought there was some significance to Humburt's dreams. After all, the Forest speaks to all of us in mysterious ways.”
“My dreams could have been just dreams, you know,” Humburt said, giving Kirbleitz some slack for once.
“This might actually be the case,” Kirbleitz said, wiping the dirt from his pant legs as he stood up with the rest of the group.
“So what you guys want to do?” Elsa asked. “I'm pretty sure Zamir will lead the way to the Cottage.” They all looked over at Zamir, now several yards ahead of them, as he stared at them blankly, his eyes illuminated from within by the Forest's spirit which had infected him more than any of the others. The sense of fear between Elsa and the group of shifters standing next to her bonded them together. She didn't know if she could trust Zamir, as her intuition told her no matter what he had done to save her from Kirbleitz's absolute thirst to fulfill the Prophecy at her expense, there was something lurking in her intuition regarding Zamir that frightened her. His green eyes, black hair vivified by some electric force surrounding his nature, and his stone-like frame all presented a dangerous, unpredictable character in their midst, whose intentions were shrouded in subtle but undeniable questions. None of them knew just exactly why Zamir had appeared out of nowhere. Maybe he wanted to prevent them from leaving the Forest, as he was doing the work of the Daeven God mentioned so often by Kirbleitz. Zamir could have been trying to save them from another catastrophic misunderstanding of what exactly the Forbidden Forest wanted from them all. Maybe there was something else they didn't know about the Alpha Wolf standing before them that would change all that had happened up until this point.
CHAPTER 33
Zamir agreed without making his decision clear, either in word or thought. He simply continued to walk along the path over the swamp over which they had passed to reach the stone wall on the edge of the Forest. Humburt and Augustus agreed to themselves that they had no choice but to reach the center of the Forest to find more information. Niklas and Kirbleitz, however, followed everyone else, because they didn't want the others to leave them behind. The Prophecy meant something, the Jordan twins thought, but they didn't know just exactly what. Given that Augustus would never give up his search for a way out of the Forest to the freedom of the towns, something Elsa herself understood, and given that Humburt would never leave his twin brother alone to enter the most dangerous part of their universe, they both agreed it was best to seek more information near the Cottage. Niklas whispered to himself that he would make sure Elsa would burn if the Prophecy turned out to mean what Kirbleitz originally thought. And indeed that ever-present threat lingered at the back of all their minds, particularly Elsa's for obvious reasons, because she would suffer the most from the original interpretation of the Prophecy. She could not for the life of her think of just what exactly the Forest meant by “show her black cruelty.” Elsa found it difficult not to let her mind just straight to idea Kirbleitz had in mind when the shifter pack first saw her. “A fiery beauty” combined with a “black cruelty” did seem to indicate something involving fire and cruelty. Burning an innocent girl at the stake seemed second to very few practices more cruel, perhaps trumped by impalement through the heart with a wooden stake or being skinned alive.
They continued walking along a dirty path, Zamir far ahead of everyone else, Elsa second, the Jordan twins behind, and finally Niklas trailing along, kicking the damp dirt of the pathway with the tips of his shoes, the caboose of a magical train on its way to the dangerous part of an evil forest.
Elsa felt terrible for lying to the shifters again about what Zamir told her. She wondered why he didn't stop to correct them. She was sure at least some of it had to do with Zamir's dubious desire to protect her. The Forest's preoccupation with her, Elsa, the innocent girl who wanted nothing more than to be reunited with her fiancée Theo, made her nervous. If Zamir was telling the truth, what in fact did the Forest have in store for her? She couldn't let the other sh
ifters know that the prophecy did in fact refer to her, because they would use that as proof she should be tied to a stake in the ground. It was clearly a danger to her life, and because of that, she had no choice to lie.
They made camp that night in an area of the forest which Elsa had not seen before. The Forest seemed to change its scenery at will, maybe as a reflection of its varying moods--sometimes angry, sometimes thoughtful and mysterious, and at other times loving and warm. Zamir refused to speak out right to any of the men he had fought and came within inches of finishing off for good. Humburt and Augustus were the most receptive to Zamir's presence, gracious and curious about his story, while Niklas kept his distance from Zamir, fear filling his eyes, but jealousy, too. Niklas clearly wanted to protect Doctor Kirbleitz from Zamir's swaying influence. Elsa could see the attachment Nik had for the Doc was intense probably because Kirbleitz was the only parental figure Niklas had ever known. They made camp around a glowing fire, soft crackling embers soothing the tension between all the shifters.
“Tell us, man. Where did you come from?” Augustus asked Zamir, who sat on a log around the campfire, rubbing his shins from the walk. Humburt looked up at Zamir from the side, studying the hulk of a man in awe. Both Jordan twins clearly admired Zamir on so many levels. He was the Alpha Wolf.
“You don't say much do you?” Augustus asked him. And Zamir still refused to say anything out loud. He locked eyes with Kirbleitz from across the fire, looking him up and down. They were old friends, and if anyone knew Zamir's back story, it was Kirbleitz. But the Doc never said anything for better or worse about Zamir. He just sat there, his gaze blank, the fire's reflection bouncing around his glistening eye balls.
“Why the hell is everybody so quiet?” Elsa asked. “Let's hear it, Zamir. Tell us your story.” This caught his attention. He paid attention to Elsa in a way he did not with Humburt or Augustus.
Come on, Zamir. Tell them. I want to know as well. Maybe Kirbleitz is lying.