Normally I wouldn’t be doing my monthly Charity Sunday until next weekend, but the recent eruption of Volcán de Fuego in Guatemala is a crisis I can’t ignore. A poor country already, Guatemala has been devastated by the violent June 3rd eruption of one of the world’s most active volcanoes. The death toll is still rising, but meanwhile the survivors need urgent support. Hence, for every comment I get on this post, I will give $2 (not the usual $1) to the American Field Service Committee (AFSC), who are working with their local partners to get humanitarian aid out as quickly as possible.
According
to AFSC, the disaster is compounded by a threatening combination of
rainfall and ash, which increases the risk of mudslides and could
contaminate valuable drinking water. Injured victims and volunteers
are in desperate need of medical supplies, and families living in
shelters seek necessities, such as mattresses and towels, for basic
survival. AFSC is helping to meet the basic needs of the victims,
including filters
for clean drinking water, critical rescue equipment, and
transportation of volunteers and supplies.
I
hope you’ll leave me a comment, to increase the size of my
donation. Given the urgency of the current situation, I will keep
this post open only one week before I tally up the comments and send the money to AFSC.
Meanwhile,
it turns out I actually have a book set in Guatemala, which has a
scene on the slopes of Volcán de Fuego. Serpent’s
Kiss is
a paranormal erotic romance featuring a shapeshifting hero who is the
reincarnation of the Mayan god Quetzlcoatl – the Feathered Serpent.
As the volcano erupts, he meets his arch-enemy Tezcatlipoca, a
were-jaguar, in a final apocalyptic battle.
The
ground lurched under her feet, throwing her down on all fours. A
deafening roar welled up from the earth. Thunder answered. Lightning
shot through the cloudbank, painting the grey walls a lurid white
before plunging everything into blackness. I’m too late,
Elena thought, her body tossed about like a rag doll by the unsteady
ground. It’s already the end.
Her
knees and palms stung, lacerated by the coarse surface beneath her.
She opened her eyes. A cloud of sparks exploded into the night sky.
Hot ash rained down on her bare arms. The earth shook itself and
bellowed like a wounded beast. Red and yellow tongues flared up,
hissing, silhouetting the black edge of a ridge in front of her. The
air reeked of sulphur.
Volcán
de Fuego. She had made it.
She
tried to stand, but the frenzied earth kept casting her down. She
finally had to crawl to the lip of the crater, ignoring the sharp
pumice that abraded her skin. An explosion tore at her eardrums.
Flames snapped above her head. New sparks pelted down. Burning embers
landed in her hair, but were smothered by her thick mane. Blisters
rose on her skin.
Warily,
she peered over the raised edge into the broad, shallow bowl of the
caldera.
This
depression, perhaps fifty metres across, was the remnant of an old
eruption that had blown off the top of the mountain. At its centre, a
cinder cone belched sparks and flame from the active vent. Clouds of
steam and ash swirled above the basin, stained a dirty orange by the
seething fires below. The sulphurous stink clung to her nostrils.
The
concave space was paved with grey pumice and black ash, interrupted
by basalt boulders metres high that had been ejected in past ages. It
reminded Elena of a Roman amphitheatre. Within its confines,
gladiators fought to the death.
They
wore their beast forms. The enormous jaguar, orange as the volcanic
flames, circled the winged snake. Quetzlcoatl hovered above the
ground, his wing-beats sending sparks circling around them. The
were-cat’s roar of challenge echoed across the basin; the earth
growled in answer. He lashed out at the serpent with a vicious paw.
Even from her distant vantage point, Elena saw the claws flash.
Jorge
darted out of the way. The cat’s talons sliced through smoky air.
Remorros roared again, this time in frustration. Meanwhile, Jorge
drew back his massive head, then struck like lightning. The jaguar
tried to evade the strike, but the snake’s fangs raked a pair of
deep grooves across his flank. Blood gathered in an opaque pool on
the glittering black sand.
Remorros
backed away, not taking his eyes off his opponent. Jorge stilled his
wings and settled to the ground, awaiting the next assault. The cat
limped slightly. He bent to lick at his wounds. Suddenly, he gathered
himself into a crouch and launched himself into the air, toward his
opponent. His jaws closed on the serpent’s throat.
Elena
struggled desperately not to cry out. She knew that distracting Jorge
now could be fatal. The snake did not seem badly hurt, however,
perhaps due to his scaly armour. He unfolded one of his bird-limbs
and ripped into the jaguar’s belly with a dagger-like talon.
Remorros
bellowed in agony. Jorge shook him off and whirled away to a safer
distance. His wings beat slowly as he watched his antagonist. Elena
did not see any wound, but it seemed from Jorge’s tentative
movements that he too was in pain.
The
jaguar lay on its side, panting. Had Jorge won?As she watched, hardly
daring to hope, the cat-form blurred and shrank. The naked body of
Teodoro Remorros stretched out on the floor of the caldera, a gaping
hole in his abdomen.
He
can’t possibly survive such an injury, thought Elena, rising to
her knees in order to get a better view. This must be the end. But
even as she watched, the man pushed himself to a sitting position,
then to a hunched stand. He placed his hands over the terrible wound.
Elena could see the blood seeping between his fingers. He began to
chant in some alien tongue.
The
volcano rumbled and belched cinders. The flow of blood slowed, then
stopped. Remorros stood tall. He took his hands away from his belly.
The wound was gone.
Remorros’
laugh rang out in the sulphurous air. “Kulkulcan! See my power! My
god-flesh is indestructible. You cannot defeat me.”
Jorge
still wore his serpent-form. As she watched, though, the towering
column of scales and feathers began to whirl, coiling faster than the
eye could follow. The wings faded into mist that swirled away. The
green blur slowed and dwindled. Jorge’s tawny, muscled form
emerged, apparently unscathed.
His
long hair streamed behind him, carried by the hot winds from the
vent. His eyes reflected the volcano’s fire. He held aloft the
gleaming black sword. “Tezcatlipoca! You always were a braggart.
Come meet your fate.”
The
men rushed at each other. Jorge’s sword whistled through the air as
he stabbed and slashed at the Remorros’ limbs. Remorros wielded an
axe of some greenish stone. Elena remembered her dream of the
sacrifice, the jade weapon that the priest had promised to use to cut
out her heart.
Two
powerful bodies crashed together. The earth shuddered and groaned. A
wide crack opened at the far side of the caldera. It spewed new fire
into the sky.
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* * *
Of
course, the reality is nothing like the fantasy. Please comment, and
do a bit to help ease the suffering of Fuego's victims.
19 comments:
Lisabet, your heart is in the right place. Prayers and protection to all those in Guatemala. Sharing your message far and wide!
Wonderful thing to do, Lisabet. Shared your post. :)
We'd be glad to take refugees in the United States. Wait, I forgot Trump cancelled empathy for the under trodden. That is unless we can sell them Cadillacs!
A noble cause Lisabet, thank you.
Thanks, Lisabet! I'm sharing.
Lisabet you have one of the biggest hearts out there!
This is a well-written snippet! Thank you for all you do!
You're wonderful for doing this! Looks like a great book, and I'm sharing. Thansk!
This is so wonderful. I will share this. And you are such a wonderful person for doing this for those of Guatemala.
nice to support
Sounds like a great charity. Thank you for the snippet.
Again thank you for your outreach to those in need. And as usual your snipets rock!
Another wonderful cause. Good for you, Lisabet.
Thanks for all your comments. I hope your shares will bring in more people to comment.
Another worthy cause to support.
Your generosity is wonderful!
Thank you for sharing that wonderful excerpt!
What a wonderful idea, Lisabet! Thank you so much. Tweeted.
I love stories centered around ancient gods. They were like humans, only bigger and better. From the fight sequence, I can extrapolate that his prowess in other areas is probably superhuman also. What a great read! And you are a caring person for doing this to help out the victims...something of a rarity these days, unfortunately.
Hope I'm not too late...sounds like a wonderful story, definitely a wonderful cause!
--Trix
Thanks to everyone who commented! I'm off to donate $35 to AFSC for the Guatemala relief effort.
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