Holdin' On for a Hero

by Ciana Stone

  Chance ran to where Wyatt lay. His shirt was covered with blood and his face seemed pale. He sat up as she knelt down beside him and pulled his shirt open. His skin was unmarred. There was no sign of a wound. In amazement she looked up at him. “He did it,” she whispered. “The Uktena saved you. God, I was so afraid I was going to lose you. I was scared that—”

  “You’ll never lose me. There is no more darkness. It was as Grandfather said, the power of love conquered it.”

  “Then you…” She hesitated for a moment. “You don’t hate your brother or what he did? You found a way to love him again.”

  “Yes.”

  She thought about it for a few seconds. She wasn’t sure how he had managed to discover love in the midst of all the violence but she was grateful that he had and did not want to tempt the fates. This was one time she was glad just to accept things as they were and not question it. Something Tsa’li had said popped into her mind and she smiled.

  “I think I might have a surprise for you.”

  “Oh?” He raised his eyebrows. “What kind of surprise?”

  She put his hand on her stomach and he looked up at her questioningly. She looked over to see Tsa’li smiling at her then turned back to him. “We’re going to have a baby.”

  “A baby?” He looked at his hand on her stomach then up at her.

  A stab of anxiety ran through her. “That’s okay, isn’t it? I mean, you want a child, don’t you?”

  “Our child?” He smiled gently. “Yes.” He took her in his arms and kissed her deeply.

  The kiss was like waking up from some horrible dream. Winding her arms around him, she returned it eagerly. It took several seconds for it to dawn on her that something was different. Not that she wasn’t moved by the kiss. It was all she wanted and more. But there was something that was different in the way he felt and the way he held her. She drew back and looked at him with a puzzled expression. “But…why didn’t you…” she stammered in confusion. He seemed like the man she loved but something was different—something in the set of his mouth, the expression in his eyes. “The transformation,” she finally continued. “Why didn’t you change back to your real self?”

  “This is my real self.”

  Chance stared at him for a moment then looked over at Tsa’li and John. Neither one of them spoke. “I don’t understand,” she finally said. “Every other time you’ve changed back to the way you were before. Why not now?”

  “Because now I have control. I won’t have to fight anymore.”

  “Then he’s gone?”

  “Gone? No,” he said as he took her hands. “He’ll never be gone, but there won’t be any more trouble.”

  She blew out her breath. “You’re not really making any sense. Would you mind explaining to me exactly what you mean, starting from the beginning?”

  He looked over at his father and grandfather. Tsa’li helped John to stand and they both walked over to them. Chance looked up at John, who was smiling, then at Tsa’li. Tsa’li knelt down beside her.

  “The day Winny Holling died, one twin left this world—the child we knew as Wyatt. He died by his brother’s hand. But Wyatt was a child of love. He could not hate his brother for what had happened. He understood that they were never meant to be two separate people. By an accident of nature, the egg within their mother’s womb split and created two men where there should have been one. And so they lived in the world of man as two halves of the same whole, each separate and each incomplete. Upon the physical death of the child Wyatt, the spirit was made whole again.”

  Chance frowned at him and shook her head. “But-but…I don’t understand. If their spirits joined then— This doesn’t make sense. I thought Walker was responsible for all the rage and violence?”

  Tsa’li smiled and put his hand on her shoulder. “The boy you knew as a child, the boy you called Wyatt, grew into the man you now call husband. But that boy was not only Wyatt, he was Walker as well.”

  She looked at Wyatt who nodded. “It’s true. After Wyatt died he came to me and told me it was okay and that I didn’t have to be sad or afraid because he would always be with me. But I was afraid—afraid of what would happen when everyone found out I had killed him. So, I lied. I told them Walker had died and that I was Wyatt. I thought they believed me.”

  Chance looked up at John and Tsa’li. “Did you?”

  “No,” John answered her question. “And we almost said as much. Fortunately, Tsa’li realized what had happened and counseled us otherwise. We knew we had to wait for him to come to the truth in his own time.”

  She looked around at them one by one then jumped to her feet. “Either I’m really dense or none of this makes any sense! If Wyatt— Walker killed Wyatt, but Wyatt became part of Walker then what made him have all those…episodes? Why all the violence and rage? Who’s responsible for that?”

  “The Other.” Walker stood and faced her.

  “The Other?”

  “A Warrior from long ago who did not cross over,” Tsa’li said. “His time was one of war and bloodshed. His life was dedicated to protecting the People against their enemies. He saw in the boys a chance to live again. It was their battle against him that kept them both together and apart for all these years.”

  Chance was stunned. “You mean there were…there were three of you? But…I thought—”

  “I didn’t realize it,” Walker said. “I didn’t know my brother was here helping me fight against the Other. I didn’t realize that he’s always been a part of me and that we were battling the enemy together.”

  “And now?” she asked.

  “Now the battle is done and he’s gone.”

  “Gone where?”

  “I don’t have an answer to that. I just know that he won’t bother us anymore.”

  “And Wyatt?”

  He put his hands on top of her shoulders and looked down into her eyes. “He’s still right here,” he said, his voice soft. “We both are.”

  “Both of you,” she said doubtfully. “There are two of you.”

  “Yes and no.”

  She frowned up at him. “What does that mean?”

  “Don’t you see? That’s how it was meant to me. We were always two halves of a whole. It was only by becoming joined as we should be that we were able to defeat the Other. Now we’re complete. Now we’re one.”

  She shook her head. “I’m not sure I follow you. In fact, I’m not sure I could if you explained it more. But I know that understanding takes time and thanks to whatever happened at least we have that.”

  “Then you still want me?”

  She looked into his eyes and smiled. Whether she ever understood the truth, or how two spirits could make one man, it didn’t matter. Whatever he called himself, whatever name he used, he was still the man she loved.

  “No…” she smiled mischievously, and paused. “I want both of you.”

  He laughed and gathered her up in his arms. When he released her, she turned and her eyes met Tsa’li’s. He nodded and she smiled, wondering if a hundred years into the future there would be stories about what had happened and if so, what those future generations would think of the story of the ancient warrior who came to life to save the People, of the man with two souls. Her hand moved to her stomach and she thought of the life that grew within her and the man who had fathered it. She suspected there was yet more to be written in the unending saga. The Wolfe Tale was not yet done.

  The End

  That Which Survives

  by Ciana Stone

  Prologue

  March, 1996

  An Nasiriyah, Iraq

  ”But I don’t want to go without you,” the woman protested. “Besides, we’re safer together and—”

  “No.” Her husband took her by the arms to still her. “Listen to me. We can’t take the risk. You have to leave. The driver will take you to Al Basrah. Your tickets will be waiting at the airport.”

  “Please. Come with us,” the woman pleaded.


  “I can’t. You know that. If I stay, their attention will be on me. They’ll think I’m trying to cover—”

  “What difference does it make? We’ve burned all our notes. No one will figure it out. Look how long we’ve been trying and we’re still stumbling around trying to make sense of it. Just come with us. We can start fresh when we get home and—”

  “Sir, the car is ready,” she was interrupted by the announcement from the door.

  “Go,” her husband directed. “Please, I must know you’re safe.”

  “And you?”

  “I’ll follow soon.”

  “And what if—”

  “I’ll be careful,” he promised and pulled her close for a brief embrace. “Now, please, you must hurry.”

  For a moment she clung to him, and then abruptly pulled away. “Two days,” she warned, “then I come back for you.”

  He smiled and nodded and she gave him a parting kiss then hurried away. She paused long enough to pick up a large shoulder bag then went outside where the driver was waiting by the car.

  Inside the house a teenage girl stood behind the half-opened door, listening and watching. She waited until her mother left the house then slipped from her hiding place. She ran down the hall to her father’s office.

  “Why are you sending us away?”

  In the process of stuffing papers and notebooks into an old-fashioned attaché case, the man stopped in midmotion. “Mouse! Why aren’t you in the car?”

  “Why?” she repeated the question. “What’s wrong?”

  “Nothing.” The man walked over to her.

  “Then why do we have to leave?”

  An exasperated sigh preceded his reply. “We’ve finished our work here. There’s no need to stay any longer.”

  “You’re lying.” She looked up at him with a worried expression.

  He pulled her into a tight hug and kissed the top of her head. “Listen to me,” he whispered. “I need you to trust me on this. Can you do that?”

  She drew back and looked up at him adoringly, but still worried. “I always trust you.”

  “Good, then listen very carefully. This is important.”

  She nodded in silence and he began to whisper to her softly but rapidly. When he finished he withdrew a cigarette lighter from his pocket and handed it to her. She didn’t comment or question but slid the lighter into the pocket of her pants.

  “Now go,” her father directed. “And I’ll see you soon.”

  She gave him a quick hug. “I love you, Dad.”

  “I love you, Mouse. Now scoot!”

  She ran outside to find her mother getting out of the car. “I was about to come looking for you.” Her mother slid over to make room on the back seat.

  “I forgot something,” the girl lied.

  “Well, get in. We have a plane to catch.”

  “Why do we have to leave?” the girl asked as the driver closed her door and got in behind the wheel.

  “Your father and I thought it would be nice for you to spend your sixteenth birthday at home.” The woman looked out of the window as she spoke.

  “But we still have two months before school starts! And Dad promised I could go to the dig next week and—”

  “Please!” The woman smiled apologetically as soon as the sharp word was spoken. “I’m sorry, honey, but it’s already decided. Dad will meet us at home in a couple of days.”

  The girl opened her mouth as if to argue then closed it and slumped back against the seat to stare out of the window. The woman turned and looked back at the small house they were leaving. Her uneasiness grew the farther away from the house they moved.

  She didn’t notice her daughter taking a cigarette lighter from her pocket. The girl stared fixedly at it for a few moments then flicked it open and thumbed the wheel. A flame appeared. The mother turned to look at the daughter and at that same moment a bright blossom of fire lit the sky behind them, followed by a deafening explosion.

  The woman and her daughter both turned at the same time to look. “Oh my god,” the woman whispered at the same moment the girl began to shout, “Stop the car! Did you hear me? Stop the damn car!”

  The driver paid the girl no attention. “Mom, make him stop!” the girl screamed. “We have to go back! Mom! Mom? Mom?”

  The woman felt as if her heart was about to explode in her chest. There was no doubt in her mind that the house she had just left had exploded. Just as there was no doubt that her husband was dead. That was why he was so eager for her to leave. He had known they were coming for him.

  “Mom?” The girl shook her. “Make him stop the car. We have to go back for Dad. We have to—”

  “Shhh…” The mother pulled her close and tried to calm her. For a few moments the girl refused to listen but finally she quieted.

  “It’s okay, Mouse. Everything will be fine,” the mother promised. “We just have to get to the airport. Dad will meet us at home in a couple of days. Trust me, everything’s going to be okay.”

  “But what if that was our house? Mom, we have to make sure he’s okay. What if he—”

  “Dad’s fine. I promise.”

  The girl’s look was one of fear and doubts. The mother knew she had to remain calm and strong. She could not let anything happen to her daughter. Once she was sure her child was safe she would return and look for her husband.

  It was about a hundred and fifty miles to Al Basrah, where there was an international airport. The woman spent the trip looking out of windows, sure she would eventually see someone pursuing them. When they were within a few blocks of the airport at Al Basrah and she hadn’t spotted anyone, she began to have hope. Maybe everyone believed she and her daughter were in the house when it exploded.

  Grief welled up, strong and bitter. She fought to suppress it. She didn’t have time for grief, not until her daughter was safe.

  Suddenly the driver swerved and jerked the car to a stop at the side of the road. “Why are you stopping? We have to get to—”

  “Get out,” the man ordered.

  “But we…” the woman stammered to a halt. It was clear from the look on his face that it was futile to argue. And it would only cost her valuable time. If they hurried they could run the rest of the way to the airport.

  “Come on.” She reached for her daughter’s hand. “We’ll walk.”

  Her daughter gave the driver a hateful glare. “Sure, it’s not that far.”

  They got out of the car, holding hands tightly, and started running. The woman scanned the face of every person they passed. She didn’t know who she was looking for, only that someone didn’t want her to leave Iraq, and that someone was obviously willing to kill.

  A crowd of people coming toward them slowed their progress. “What’s with you?” the girl asked as her mother made a small sound of alarm when a man accidentally bumped into her shoulder.

  “Nothing, just a little nervous,” the woman replied as she dodged a burly man who stepped in her path. “You know how I hate flying without your father.”

  “But why are you acting so weird and why—”

  “We don’t have time for this, Mouse!” the woman snapped then continued in an apologetic tone. “I’ll explain everything when we get home but until then I just need you to do as I say. “

  “But Mom! I still don’t see why—”

  The rest of her words were cut short by a man who ran into her mother, nearly knocking her down. The girl took her arm to steady her at the same moment a man stepped in front of them, blocking their path. “You will come with me,” he said in broken English.

  The woman looked around wildly. An elderly couple steered around them. Just as they drew ahead of her, the woman shoved the man, knocking him into the man who had stopped them.

  “Run!” she shouted as she grabbed her daughter’s hand.

  Shocked at her mother’s behavior, the girl did as ordered. In and out of pedestrians they weaved their way along. It took them only a few seconds to realize they were being
pursued. “He’s behind us!” the girl screamed.

  The woman bolted out into the street, clutching the sleeve of her daughter’s shirt to pull her along. The sound of tires squealing made them both cringe, but neither stopped.

  “Why is that man chasing us? Mom, what’s going on?”

  “Just run!” the woman panted and looked around frantically. “This way!”

  “No!” the girl shouted but her mother would not stop. They dodged around a group of men on the street and her mother pointed in the direction of the government airport. “There will be soldiers there. We’ll be safe.”

  The girl cut a look over her shoulder. “There’s two of them!”

  “Keep running!”

  They were within view of the airport entrance when one of the men caught up with them. He almost pulled the woman down when he grabbed her arm from behind. The girl started beating at him with her fists but the second man grabbed her and pulled her away.

  “I demand that you release me!” The woman tried to sound authoritative, despite her fear and breathlessness.

  “You will come with us.” The man’s words were heavily accented and stilted, demonstrating his lack of proficiency in English.

  “I will do no such thing!” The woman tried to pull away. “I am a citizen of the United States and I demand—”

  A curse, shouted in Arabic, interrupted her. The man who’d been struggling with her daughter was bent over at the waist, both hands cupping his groin.

  “Mom!” The girl leaped forward and kicked the man holding her mother in the shin. The woman took advantage of the opportunity and hit him as hard as she could with her free hand. Her hand went numb as it made contact with his nose. But it gave them the moment they needed to escape.

  Like fugitives fleeing the law they ran, arms pumping and chests heaving, heedless of the looks they drew as they raced through the airport entrance. The girl ran into a man coming out of the doors to a terminal and all three of them nearly went down. It gave their pursuers time to close in on them again.