Cedrica huffed and puffed, her legs stung but at the time she felt thankful. At least she wasn't naked this time. "You're doing well…" said Hatch. She was on her hands and knees. Her vision waved, seeing her hands dirtied, she shivered.
"Now, get up. We have to talk about your mother." She ran through the tires, tripped, damn near broke her ankles, and cried. "Come on, Cedrica." he walked to the door that opened for him. Cedrica got to her feet, her knees went backwards. She stumbled towards the exit.
"Your mother isn't dead. Well, not in the sense the world works."
"What?" she hugged herself. "Where's Torielle?"
"She should be dead. Her mother is Yahoska."
"But where is she?" she followed behind him. "Why are you so concerned?" he turned to her. "Cedrica, have you always wanted to be a hoe just like your mother, even when you didn't know her?"
"I'm not a hoe!"
He spoke very quickly, "Shiloh was the daughter of a man from Louisiana. He wasn't anyone special. He sold his daughter. She didn't know at the time. Dareion is human and the cousin John, aka, Saint John. That's just his gang name. The group signed up for some extracurricular activities. Easy grade, Dareion got her pregnant. Gave her miscarriage. And sold the baby, you, to a king. But you don't remember being in the Bible House. It was Changany that took you."
She blinked and the next word was what.
"You see you born in sin. The Ghytto does use the bible a lot, that gave power to the Word. But of course it's twisted in our heads. It takes agony to understand it. Swahili, Twi, Latin… little inspires of poetry."
"What are you saying!" Aleigha is basically a half-brother but you are adopted." he lifted his shoulders. "You had so much fun until the house burned down and big brother died. But… Obayifo." the mannequin head's eyes glowed. "Changany did something and you are a little vampire princess… in the form of the antichrist. Your mother knew."
What was she supposed to do? She could fart.
"Shiloh and Dareion tested it and this upset the realm. You have died," his voice peaked, "at least 35 times."
"I'm alive."
"You are not! You see the Ghytto doesn't have immortality but also we can't let a woman sit her crusty ass on the seat. A woman in power is like letting a bald headed bitch fuck a nigga sideways."
Cedrica rose a brow.
"Exactly, it's strange."
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Amalaric Study
Speechless Spellcasting
Chapter 1: Verbum
The Power of Word or Sā was founded by the Orioriya Tribe located on the coast of West Africa. The Obayifo found by Hlengiwe who at the time was chief before replaced by Nsia Okeke.
The Obayifo taught the people how to SPEAK. They came with their own language that the Obayifo couldn't interpret the language.
In the first years of Sā, it mainly consisted of a tangible tongue that could be compared to speaking in tongues.
The language was decoded to contain Enochian vowels and latin. Some words were often said backwards. A sentence like 'the air is strong' would be 'Vehir Thgon'
The language was put upside down and reversed. 'uoɓɥꓕ ɹᴉɥǝꓥ' the Obayifo believed that the people needed to learn this way as their tongues were lame.
Overtime the Oria People learned to SPEAK and Write. It was not called Writing but Drawing. The witch's equal to Drawing is Scaring.
When drawing the language some compared to typing in commands on a computer. The hieroglyphics for water are simply waves but when performing the magics of Sā it meant 'infinite'.
Vamps do not have wings and tattooing is actually a very honorable thing as well as graffiti. In the WALL is a holiday where vamps go to Graffiti Penny. There is graffiti on the street and buildings that come to life.
It used to be tradition to paint a message on the body after death and send that person onward. Given the current state of the Ghytto, this is no longer done.
l DRAWING/SEE WHAT I Sā
Drawing uses a small amount of hieroglyphics.
When summoning swings on the back. The traditional way was to get a tattoo of wings and no one had the same design.
Tattoos of wings were done tribal style often having curves, swirls, or sharp angles.
Hieroglyphics aren't used very much but some old folks try to keep tradition.
Wings is represented by the owl.
Learning to speak is important. You want your spell to convey what you want to happen.
'A mouth of fire' is an spell that has now been toned down by the word 'BURN'.
A mouth of fire = óƔɳ (the mouth, jar, snake). Though 'BURN' is widely used and the enhancement is 'BURST' behind it. Elders say that hieroglyphics is much stronger.
TAGGING
The hieroglyphic for house was a means of ownership. Like gangs who held a symbol, vampires had a similar thought when hoarding bodies. It was simply burned into the side of a home (Imprint).
Once the tag was made on the home. The spell had a set of rules.
1. One cannot enter unless invited
2. The lord of the house has a keyword to the home. It can be stolen with 'mimik' but not meaning know it
3. Mortals cannot see the home
4. The house is alive. Vampire houses speak about 3% are mazes.
5. The house knows business.
6. Humans that have a claimed home walk out with tattoos or collars.
7. Unclaimed homes make a vampire visible
8. Houses response to GROUNDS. This means, if you bet your house, you can lose it.
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Shiloh rose her hand. "Ms. Adesida."
"Yes Shiloh?" she wore a hijab and orange kanzu. "When it comes to the Power of Word. What does Rap have to do with it?"
"Out of all forms of music, hip hop, pop, country, and jazz; plus more. It encourages you. Music is best felt through your heart. The soul hears all."
A student raised their hand. "I got a question. What if somebody doesn't have a strong voice?"
"As in Mute?" she assumed. "Well… I know vampires, vamps that yell, they shout and the word has more power."
"Shouting doesn't add much. But it does make it look bigger." she paced to the board. "An example. Break." the word imprinted on the board. Cracks stretched across the green chalkboard. "BREAK!" she screamed and the word was larger. The entire chalkboard broke off the wall and wall came down showing the next classroom.
"Ms. Odili! What kind of math is that!" yelled somebody.
"I'll talk with the principal…"
Ms. Adesida blew the word on her fingers. She flicked the circling words towards the wall. The bricks rearranged and the board was back together.
"This is where rap come in. You have soft rap, which is whisper. You have hard rap, some call it trap or crunk."
"I hate trap music…" said a girl. "It's too loud…"
"Girl shut the fuck up!" demanded a boy. "Earnest! Fuck you!"
"Always remember that music resonates with the soul."
Shiloh spoke, "So, the Obayifo being the way it is. I learned about the breath--"
"I got another question. If a nigga got hot mouth is that lethal?"
"No, Earnest…"
"Are you sure? Cause I was in Gym class and a nigga was all up in my peripherals--"
"You can't smell with yo eyes!" yelled the girl next to him. "Yes you can. Because it is not the sight of the onion but smell of onion that make you cry."
"What the fuck does that mean?"
"I been told Keva." he patted under his arms. "And it got in my eyes." She reached over and slapped his arm. "I can't stand you. Imma bite you."
"Miss!"
"Settle down… also, Ms. Rogers and I are working on project for participating students. Is anyone in Choir?"
"I didn't know we had choir."
"It's a new elective. We are going up Yo Gotithehm Ten to be part of a ritual with Mr. Moeen."
"Is rap required." asked a thin girl in the back of the class. "Yes it is. Some of you might be taking poetry."
"I am…" Shiloh lowered her eyes. "I whisper…"