Greetings,
The
Clearwater blog lives again, with a slightly different focus. Clearwater
students have revived the blog to provide a place for their voices! It’s a
place for students to post work they want to let other students, parents and
the community at large see and absorb—their artwork, music, stories,
photography and more. Clearwater students if you want to put something up, look
to the bulletin board in the Common Room for the emails of the editors, and
send it in to them with any specifications or notes you have.
We will be
working at least semi-actively at trying to get things posted in a relatively
timely manner and often enough that you know we care. We hope you all enjoy the
return of the Clearwater blog! We’re
certainly excited. We hope you enjoy the first post.
~Meghan and
Stephanie.
Riddle Me This
By Meghan Conken
Raleva heaved herself up onto the ledge, her armor clanging
loudly as it chafed against itself and the rock. The sound echoed, disturbing
the otherwise peaceful night. Raleva cringed at the amount of noise she made as
she stood up, pausing to let the echoes run their course before turning to face
the way she'd come.
The Isgrad valley was so large it was easy to forget it was
a valley at all. It consisted of beautiful rolling hills covered with tall
grass, and forests with huge trees that danced with the wind. A lake sat at the
base of this mountain. The mountains that surrounded the valley were massive
and jagged, and so full of caves and crevices that they appeared from a
distance to be covered in full dark, deep eyes.
Silent, ever watchful protectors of the valley. The people
of the valley had taken to calling them the Seeing Mountains.
The cool night air tugged at Raleva's cloak and ruffled her
long blonde hair, bringing with it the smells of greenery and dirt, and
something else.
Fire.
Raleva inhaled deeply, steeling herself for the encounter
she was about to have.
Raleva had been having trouble sleeping for a fortnight now,
and what better way to spend her time then to climb the
infamously-hard-to-climb Seeing Mountains. The night air was never as rough as
the
air in the day, it seemed, and seeing everything blanketed
in gentle darkness was somehow comforting.
She took a long moment to let everything wash over her,
breathing in as if she'd never tasted air that was sweeter. She let everything
that had happened in the last two years wash over her, and then she
exhaled, letting any and all tough feelings out with the
puff of white that represented her breath.
Raleva spun on her heel to face the yawning mouth of the
cave that seemed to stretch on forever, taking heart in the small pinprick of
light she could see within.
One last deep breath, and she took her first step into the
darkness.
Then, it was darkness no longer. All around her in the cave
crystals lined the walls and floors, all of a light turquoise color, and the
instant she stepped inside an explosion of bright light spread outward across
the floor and through the walls, lighting up any and all crystals it came
across Temporarily blinded, Raleva threw up a hand to cover her face, jostling
her cloak.
“The hell-?” She started, squinting from beneath her hand.
Her next words were lost as her breath caught in her throat.
Wedged deep in the back of the cave, yet taking up most of
the space that wasn't filled with glittering jewels and gold coins, was a
colossal coil of sinuous, scaly body. The blue light reflected off of the
purple and blue surface of the creature as its entire body
moved with each heaving breath. In the middle of the interminable body was the
same pinprick of light Raleva had seen before. It was clear to her now that it
was the creature's eye, not a fire like she'd first thought. But the smell was
still there, and with every puff of smoke that came from amongst the coils
there was a rush of heat in her direction. Raleva turned quickly, not wishing
to spend any more time than was absolutely necessary in the cave of a dragon.
“You came here for a
reason.” Hissed a deep, throaty voice from behind her that vibrated in the
very heart of the mountain itself. “You
may as well finish what you started.”
Raleva swallowed, trying to calm her suddenly fluttering
heart as she slowly swiveled to face the great beast.
The coils had shifted, revealing a head that was now resting
atop the rest of its body. Monstrous fangs hung from its upper jaw, warring for
space with fearsome tusks that jutted upward from the bottom jaw just behind
the fangs. Four bright yellow eyes sat above large nostrils. Sprouting from
just above those
eyes were two sets of horns; one pair was curled like a
ram's horns, the other stuck upward and out. All together it created quite the
visage to go along with the iridescent purple scales that, in the right light,
you could see the underlying tones of green.
“Ahah...” Raleva bit her lip nervously, looking the dragon
up and down. “Yes...I did come up here for a
reason, didn't I.....”
“Spit it out. I
haven't got all night.” Snorted the dragon, its voice refusing to conform
to any usual gender identifiers, instead fluctuating between being higher,
almost human-like, and low and growling, like a dog might talk if it could.
“Are you Orriasth?” Raleva asked tentatively, bracing
herself.
“That is what I am called
here. What of it?” Orriasth said, its nose twitching as if it might sneeze.
“I came to ask your favor,” Raleva said, thinking fast.
“I..wish for a thousand nights of peaceful sleep for everyone in Isgrad valley.
Anyone who leaves will not be under the effects, anyone who enters will.
Anyone within Isgrad valley.” Raleva remembered the stories
she'd read about genies and how specific you had to be with them. She assumed
this worked with dragons as well.
Orriasth blinked slowly, the two pairs blinking out of time
with each other. Then Orriasth began to shake, its maw opening wide as a sound
akin to that of a thousand rockslides at once sprang forth from
its throat. This revealed two rows of yellowing teeth on
both top and bottom. Several were chipped and she could see the bones of some
less fortunate creature still stuck between two of the rows. Was that laughter?
Orriasth lifted its head high until its horns scraped the
ceiling, the coils of its body beginning to writhe around each other, seeming
to grow in size until Raleva had to take several steps back to avoid being
crushed. The sound that she had thought was laughter shifted into a roar of
such proportions that it
echoed far out into the valley and sent crystals falling
from their places in the walls and ceiling. Her heart beat faster as she
realized her mistake and she cringed away from the dragon. It let out a spurt
of flame above her head, making her feel as if she would melt in her armor.
Orriasth, God of the Nightmare Realm, lived up to the legend.
“And what makes you
think that you, a mere mortal, can
simply enter the resting place of a god and
make such demands!?” Boomed Orriasth, making Raleva shrink back.
Raleva shuddered, forcing herself to inhale and remember
that this would be worth it. Surely.
“Because I have endured hardship, betrayal and loss. I have
climbed up this mountain that no one else has dared to climb in thousands of
years to speak with an entity that will surely kill me for simply making it
this far. Because I am reckless enough to ask for it.”
There was an infinite pause as Orriasth fumed, the tip of
its spiked tail lashing just beside Raleva, but never getting close enough to
hit her.
Orriasth lowered its head until it was resting on the floor
before Raleva and blew a puff of smoke out of its nostrils, enveloping Raleva.
“Fine.” Orriasth
said simply, swiftly pulling its head back within the pile of dragon that was
it.
“What?” Raleva wheezed, coughing through the smoke.
“Fine. Isgrad valley
will have a thousand nights of peaceful sleep.”
“What- just like that? No challenge, no great riddle to
solve?”
“Oh, fine. Four riddles then. If you get so
many as one wrong, Isgrad valley will have nothing but nightmares for a
thousand nights, and I get to eat you.” Huffed Orriasth, lifting only the
tip of its muzzle into view “I have a
bed, yet I do not sleep. I run, but do not have feet. I roar, but I do not have
lungs. What am I?”
Raleva faltered for a moment, then snorted. “Why, a river.”
“Prrrecisely,”
Orriasth purred, a forked tongue flicking out from between its teeth. “I have caused the deaths of so many, yet I
cannot hold a blade. I have made many weep, though I have no emotions, nor a
body. I can take you anywhere without you leaving this room. What am I?”
Raleva opened and closed her mouth several times, wrinkling her nose as she
thought.
“A book?”
“Correct. A certain
man was blessed with five children, half of whom were daughters. How can it be
so, that an even half were daughters?”
Raleva 'hmm'ed loudly, beginning to pace up and down before
the dragon.
“No rush...”
Muttered Orriasth, sinking into itself again.
“...All five are daughters!” Raleva exclaimed, skidding to a
stop and whirling on Orriasth.
“Well done.” A
deep, throaty sound not unlike a chuckle resounded from within the cave itself,
it seemed. “Last one, mortal. What is a
weapon that can be wielded but not held, that injures when penetrated, rather
than penetrates to injure?”
Raleva bit her lip, pacing again. She paced up and down for
so long that it seemed she'd wear a rut in the floor, and she thought for a
moment that she'd heard snoring coming from the dragon. Would she be eaten
after all? Would the people below never have another good night's sleep for a
whole thousand nights? Panic had started to take hold when she finally skidded
to a stop once again and planted her feet triumphantly before Orriasth.
“Fire!”
“Very good.”
Orriasth said, a low grumble erupting from the woven body. “Now begone before I change my mind. I
should like to return to my duties. There has already been too much good sleep
while you distracted me this long.”
“Of course!” Raleva said, bowing so deep that her chestpiece
jabbed into her bladder. “Thank you, Orriasth. I will tell the people not to
bother you for another thousand years.”
“Mmmf. Good.”
Raleva left the cave with a smile on her face, relieved that
she'd survived the ordeal.
Maybe now she'd finally get some sleep.
