Whole Blood - IX. Refuge (chapter 9) by Alika Yarnell
chapters
chapter 1:
I. Crystal
chapter 2:
II. The Death of the Rainbow
chapter 3:
III. Huetech RLX System
chapter 4:
IV. Rebirth
chapter 5:
V. Wheel of Fortune
chapter 6:
VI. Instructions for Extinguishing
chapter 7:
VII. The Shield
chapter 8:
VIII. Periodical
chapter 9:
IX. Refuge
chapter 10:
X. True Blood
IX. Refuge
chapter 9
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Infants were checked for Vierge blood world-wide at birth. It was found in less than .003% of newborns. If they tested positive, they were asked to come back every year once they were of legal age to donate blood. It was considered an honor to give Vierge blood and the government paid well. So while the blood was still the rarest of rare, it wasn’t extinct and only a few drops were needed per ton of Ogon lava to create The Shield.
After I stumbled down the volcano and was carried to the hospital, the doctors found shards of glowing obsidian wedged in the cuffs and folds of what was left of my clothing. Reminiscent of prehistoric mosquitoes trapped in drops of amber, they found traces of Vierge blood suspended in the cooled Ogon lava glass. This charged obsidian was the tangible counterpart to The Shield.
The marketplace exploded. Spiritualists put aside their quartz crystals and healing gemstones and proclaimed we were living in the Post New Age where peace and wellbeing were on the rise. They donned the new Vierge/Ogon-charged obsidian around their necks, fingers, waists, ankles, encircled their homes and work stations and vehicles. The word spread and people seemed to be less hostile toward each other and longevity increased. But this did nothing for the missed connection of two souls. The spirit’s journey was still the same. Improved health and safety did not obliterate suffering, searching, or the constant feeling that something was missing.
Charged obsidian was harvested, farmed, and yet more testing was done. Nothing had been proven, only the results were known and seen. They couldn’t leave it alone, could just accept, they had to pick everything apart. But I was through with testing. The Vierge/Ogon explosion was my last experiment. I moved to Hawaii permanently and watched as they built the Ogon Fairgrounds as a kind of commercial tribute to the phenomenon. There you could buy Ogon-colored saltwater taffy and ride the Ogon Volcano Float but I preferred to watch from across the shore and gaze at the lights from the Earth’s rainbow glowing in twilight.
Pam was considered the first of the Viergees during the Rebirth and once she was free from the laboratory, she fell into the clutches of the media. But she held strong. She wouldn’t allow her child to be tested, but that didn’t stop people from trying to find out. She had the birth at home with only her husband to help her through the delivery. She kept the child under wraps, wouldn’t give interviews or allow photographs. Tabloids said the girl had Vierge blood. Attempts were made to break into the house and prove it. But Pam put all her effort into securing her child and as time went on, the attempts lessened until most had forgotten about this mysterious child if, indeed, there ever had been one.
My burns disappeared within two weeks of the explosion. Doctors said it was as if once the burns healed, it created a “shield of protection” against disease and aging. Charged obsidian was coveted as an added force field against harm. I was made famous almost overnight and was awarded with metals and large sums of money. I received letters of praise and thanks and invitations to corporate events and strangers’ homes. But I was more alone than ever, knowing Pam was dead.
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After I stumbled down the volcano and was carried to the hospital, the doctors found shards of glowing obsidian wedged in the cuffs and folds of what was left of my clothing. Reminiscent of prehistoric mosquitoes trapped in drops of amber, they found traces of Vierge blood suspended in the cooled Ogon lava glass. This charged obsidian was the tangible counterpart to The Shield.
The marketplace exploded. Spiritualists put aside their quartz crystals and healing gemstones and proclaimed we were living in the Post New Age where peace and wellbeing were on the rise. They donned the new Vierge/Ogon-charged obsidian around their necks, fingers, waists, ankles, encircled their homes and work stations and vehicles. The word spread and people seemed to be less hostile toward each other and longevity increased. But this did nothing for the missed connection of two souls. The spirit’s journey was still the same. Improved health and safety did not obliterate suffering, searching, or the constant feeling that something was missing.
Charged obsidian was harvested, farmed, and yet more testing was done. Nothing had been proven, only the results were known and seen. They couldn’t leave it alone, could just accept, they had to pick everything apart. But I was through with testing. The Vierge/Ogon explosion was my last experiment. I moved to Hawaii permanently and watched as they built the Ogon Fairgrounds as a kind of commercial tribute to the phenomenon. There you could buy Ogon-colored saltwater taffy and ride the Ogon Volcano Float but I preferred to watch from across the shore and gaze at the lights from the Earth’s rainbow glowing in twilight.
Pam was considered the first of the Viergees during the Rebirth and once she was free from the laboratory, she fell into the clutches of the media. But she held strong. She wouldn’t allow her child to be tested, but that didn’t stop people from trying to find out. She had the birth at home with only her husband to help her through the delivery. She kept the child under wraps, wouldn’t give interviews or allow photographs. Tabloids said the girl had Vierge blood. Attempts were made to break into the house and prove it. But Pam put all her effort into securing her child and as time went on, the attempts lessened until most had forgotten about this mysterious child if, indeed, there ever had been one.
My burns disappeared within two weeks of the explosion. Doctors said it was as if once the burns healed, it created a “shield of protection” against disease and aging. Charged obsidian was coveted as an added force field against harm. I was made famous almost overnight and was awarded with metals and large sums of money. I received letters of praise and thanks and invitations to corporate events and strangers’ homes. But I was more alone than ever, knowing Pam was dead.
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