by Blair Aaron
“No!” She screamed and cried, having lost her only chance to escape the prison of the Forbidden Forest. “Why won’t' you let me leave!” She spoke to the entire Forest, but got no answer other than the wall now being her cell, her cage. She beat and railed against the wall, glowing red hot now, for minutes, fighting her way out of the forest. But her struggle amounted to little. “Tell me why,” she said, her cheeks flushed and fleshy. “I don't understand. Why are you keeping me here.” She was sure to get no answer, at least in her mind, but fighting for once felt good. Once she drained her energy, she slumped down onto the ground, exhausted. She sat there, leaning against the wall, her eyes glazed and blank, for several minutes.
It's all your fault
She heard a voice in the air, or so she thought. It's the forest, she thought. Or perhaps the Daeven God the Doctor kept talking about. Or maybe she was going crazy. “Who's there?” she asked, looking up into the night, seeing nothing but swaying canopy of trees and large owls looking down on her with pity. If the other wolves were right, the Daeven God would probably have no good news for her. “What did I do to you?” she said out loud. She looked over at Zamir, who stood there with four unconscious wolves, staring at her in a curious fashion, not quite sizing her up for a meal, yet not quite showing any signs of concern over her wellbeing.
“Do you even talk?” she asked him from several yards away, still hunched over glowing wall. But he didn't answer, just glared. His skin seemed a deep tan, almost golden. “I'm guessing you don't get any sun around these parts,” Elsa joked to him. But he remained silent. She huffed to herself and got up, dusting the crumbled leaves off her dress. She thought for a second about what the voice could have meant.
I meant what I said. It's all your fault.
Elsa jerked her head up into the air. “Who's saying that?” she said, looking around the forest, getting scared now. “Come out and show yourself.”
I am standing right in front of you.
Elsa looked at Zamir again, then realized he was talking to her. She wondered why he didn't just speak out loud, and something sent shivers down her spine. The picture of Zamir standing on a pile of wolves, animals which he had effortlessly beat, staring her down and speaking to her telepathically was somehow unnerving. Something told Elsa there was more to Zamir's story, as if the person she saw standing before her was a single angle of a much larger picture which she couldn't currently comprehend. “Why did you save me?” she asked him, making eye contact this time.
Who says I did.
“What do you want with me?” she asked.
We haven't decided yet.
“We? Do you have a mouse in your pocket?” she joked, feeling embarrassed at herself for cracking lame jokes in such a eerie situation. “Are you Zamir?”
I have many names.
“Are you the Daeven God? Did you rebuild that wall?”
You did.
“How could I have rebuilt the wall? I'm trying to leave this damn place. I have no control over any of this. If I had my way, I'd get out as fast as possible.”
You put yourself here.
“What? Are you crazy? I was led here by a crazy witch Freja Stein. She tricked me into kissing a man I don't have feelings for. I don't know why.”
You knew this would happen.
“This is insane. You are crazy. What would make you say that I actually wanted to kiss Dorien, or that I liked it? I want nothing more than to get to the one person I have ever loved.”
You wanted this to happen.
“You don't even know me, guy. You must be trying to control me. You must be the one keeping me here. Why can't you just let me go?”
I have no say in that. This is all your doing. You want to leave, then leave.
“Do you not see this wall here?” she said, pointing to the ivy covered wall, red and vibrant now. “I can't leave. I don't even know my way out.”
Into these wicked woods, all can see.
“Are you casting a spell on me now, too?”
Comes a fair maiden, to see thee free
“Please just let me go,” she continued.
True as night, lit with fiery beauty
Elsa looked around, confused and at a loss as to what to do.
End her struggle, show her cruelty
Then she realized what Zamir had just recited to her. It was the prophecy. “That's the Prophecy of Asif?” she asked, walking over to Zamir this time. “It's about me?”
You believe that. I don't know.
“But Doctor Kierbleitz said you told him it was about me. I heard him telling the other shifters that it was about me. That's why they had to burn me at the stake, or at least that's why they tried.”
I did no such thing.
“Then he's making it up then. And you're the reason why I can't escape, because you won't let me go.”
Again, you are here by choice. If you wanted, you could leave.
“Dear God, I'm so confused. I never once thought about coming here. I just want to spend the rest of my life with the person I love.” She covered her face with her hands. Then she could hear both Augustus and Humburt wake up from their vicious beating. Elsa looked up. “You could have killed them,” she said, looking over the beaten and bruised wolves, still in their animal form. “Why did you let them live?” Elsa could sense an undercurrent of true evil sent in rays from Zamir's direction. “I have always been a good judge of character. In my gut, I'd know if something was not right, or if someone was up to no good. But you, I can't figure you out. You're definitely not a good guy. That much I know.” He stared at her. “But then, you do things like this,” she said, pointing down at Kirbleitz, whom Zamir had left alive and in relatively good shape. “Why did you do that? Did you spare him because he was a friend? A former friend?” Again Zamir gave no answer. “And, more to the point, why did you let me go? You clearly saved me from them, because they were definitely going to kill me, that's for sure.”
You saved yourself.
“Zamir, you're going to have to quit that now. You seem like you know so much, but the things you say make no sense. And half of the things you say are not even true. For example, you apparently think I put myself in this situation, but I didn't. I never asked to follow Freja and have her trick me. I never asked for Theo to disappear. I never asked to meet him in the first pla.” She trailed off, thinking about the moment in the village that day when she wished for a man she could love perfectly. Elsa caught herself in a single moment of self-doubt. There was no way Zamir could be telling the truth, because there was nothing consciously that she remembered about wanting this to happen. There was nothing in her life that she ever remembered to indicate she wanted to enter the Forbidden Forest. And yet, looking back, she did sort of summon Theo into existence. She looked back at him, surprised. About this time, the other wolves were waking up. When they realized where they were, they morphed back into human form.
“Keep away from me,” Humburt said, looking up at Zamir standing over them, who stare down as if he felt a flash of pity for the men.
“I'm alive!” Niklas said, kissing the ground. He ran over to Doctor Kirbleitz, hugging him with both arms. The doctor sat staring at Zamir, betrayal written all over his face.
“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 me 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 dre
ams 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.
