Mandy

[Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly]

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Chronicles of the Children of Destiny

'Mandy'

by
Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly
Copyright 6176 SC



Chapter One

'Introductions'

'Ms Caldwell. Do you have a problem?'
Amanda Caldwell, affectionately known as Mandy by her best friend Lucy Potter, turned to the voice of her current mentor, the witch Shelandragh May.
'Sorry, Shelly, I was distracted.'
'What unbeknownst power to me could distract you from 'The Enchantment Majestic''
'Oh, I was thinking about Daniel Daly.'
'Which one?' asked Lucy.
'The quiet one? Not the Rothchild guy.'
'Oh, him,' said Lucy. 'He's weird.'
'He's a schizophrenic,' said Mandy defensively to her friend.
'I know,' said Lucy dismissively.
'I mean, Daniel Rothchild is ok, but Daniel Daly. God Almighty. Religious maniac. *
'You don't know him,' said Lucy. 'Just wait till he opens up. He's fundamentalist hell.'
'Not with me,' replied Ms Caldwell.
'Probably likes you then,' said Lucy, looking at Shelandragh working on 'Enchantment Majestic.'
'Perhaps,' said Amanda Caldwell, lost in thought.

* * * * *

Mandy the musician was one of the children of heaven. Her twin was Callodyn the Extraordinary. Mandy, back in the day, had made close friends with Mandy the Cherubim, of the Realm of Eternity. Mandy the Cherubim, who had been born Amanda Caldwell, was never really known to Mandy of heaven in human life. But 'How to Deal', was a DVD given to Mandy the Cherubim by Daniel Daly, who was Callodyn the cherubim of Eternity. Life often had those connections, ironically. Mandy the Cherubim was a witch in human flesh, daughter of Gabriel Caldwell, and resident of Isabella Plains. She had been with a Canberra Coven, fall out with them, been trying to make sense out of life, and been battling some mental disorders. She heard voices. She carried on multiple conversations with them in her head. They were her little demon's. She'd done things in life, had desires for prosperity, but her mind was beset by the dark ones, who gaver her little to no relief.
And then Daniel showed up.
And he was keen on her.

She'd been in a relationship which hadn't worked, and she needed time. She didn't know how much time she needed, but she needed some. And now she had a govvie house, the start of a new beginning, and eager religious maniac wanting to probably get into her knickers and leave up her up the duff, and some serious life problems to address.
But at least she had the ciggies, and Rex the dog loved her regardless.

* * * * *

'So these are your knickers,' exclaimed Daniel, holding up a pair of purple knicker with an imprint of a witch on a broomstick on them.'
'Give them to me!' exclaimed Mandy, alarmed, grabbing her precious item. 'Don't root around in my drawers,' she scolded him.
'Is there somewhere else I can root around in?' he asked sarcastically. She almost blushed.
'Daniel. We have known each other, how long now?'
'A couple of years,' he responded casually.
'No. I mean, since we have started becoming friendly.'
'Oh,' he responded.
'And despite your fantastic imagination wanting otherwise, I need time.'
'How long?'
'Don't know,' she responded.
Daniel picked up the cigarettes. 'Shall we?' he asked.
As they sat in the back yard at 127 Beattie crescent in Chisholm, were Amanda had just moved to, smoking her ciggy, she looked at him honestly. I'll probably marry him one day,' she thought to herself. He's different, but he'll do.

* * * * *

3 white bunny rabbits were running around the back yard. 'What goes on?' Mandy mused to herself. she ventured forth to the back yard, looked at the rabbits, and suddenly a a voice said 'Fair maiden? What do ye with my brethren?'
She turned, and there, hopping towards her, a man in a red bunny suit.
'I am the bunny devil,' he said.
'Is that you Daniel?' she asked, suddenly recognizing him.
'And you know what they say about bunnies,' said the Bunny Devil.
'No,' responded Mandy innocently. 'What do they say about bunnies?'
Daniel pulled out a carrot, started munching on it, and looked at her.
'What we are very amorous.'
'Amorous?' queried Amanda.
''Amorous,' nodded the bunny devil.
She decided to risk it. 'How so, bunny devil?' she said, coming closer.
The bunny devil hopped forward, kissed her on the lips, and said, 'take me to the witches lair, and you will find out.'
She laughed at his cute voice.

Half an hour later, certain that her butt naked bunny lover lying next to her had given her a bout of mixamatosis, she sighed, looked at the ceiling, and said 'What next, huh?'


Chapter Two

'The Witches Faire in Cooma'

The Bunny Devil was tired. 5 Weeks of vigorous Bunny activity, and, really, really, very tired. Yet Mandy was on top of the world, waltzing around the witches faire in Cooma, her ipod on, Within Temptation on repeat, a devoted lover following her around with his arms full of her new magic books, looking tired, but hopelessly devoted. Things were good. She stopped in front of yet another stall, the Bunny Devil groaned saying 'Why Me',' which was blithely ignored as Miss Mandy engaged in chatter with a familiar looking Warlock, dressed in black, a gold pentegram hanging from his neck. Daniel, after 5 minutes, sensing that his current lover was engaged in yet another half an hour chat, returned to his favourite bench in Cooma's Centennial park, put the tomes down next to himself on the seat and, lookidn at the pizza slice vendor, cast a cautious shot at Mandy, fearing her wrath should he lose her precious new acquisitions, and headed over for somoe much needed indulgence.

In the shadows of a tent, a lady stood. From all common appearances, the general assumption by any particular bystander present at the Cooma Witches Faire that year would be that this lady, clutching at a blanket, with something obviously wrapped up carefully in it, from her careful concern for its contents, was simply another spiritist, another witch, perhaps notable for the concern for her blanketed item, which perhaps might be assumed to be a magical creature of some sorts, carefully cradled, but, from all other obervations, just another cronie for the annual spiritists faire, being in most other regular ways nothing extraordinary in terms of any particular notoriety. Little did they know.

The lady clutched at the blanket and looked again at the photo. She looked again at the couple before her, the witch sitting now next to her man, indulging in her pizza, and was satisfied she had located the couple her master had desired for her to find. She brought forth a wand, pointed it at the couple, spoke the spell, and waited. Later that afternoon, having watched them carefully as the day passed, when they returned to their vehicle she drew close, spoke a word, and as they froze in place momentarily, placed her blanketed item inside a box in the boot of their vehicle, smiled a crooked smile, and departed back to her abode, the deed done. Very shortly, Daniel and Amanda unfroze, blinked and hesitated a little, but instantly returned to loading the vehicle, and headed for home.

* * * * *

'So why be a witch?'
Daniel sat on the lounge, eating caramel slice which they had purchased from the faire, drinking earl grey tea, feeling very at home with this Mandy girl, very happy. His querelous inquiry, born from his Noahide religious Zealotry too, perhaps, conquer all opposing views to the power of the rainbow, was taken with good humour by Mandy who gazed at him, throughtfully, with those charming brown eyes, which matched her hair, and finally, after a truly memorable gaze between them, were the powers of the gods, it would seem, locked forces, carefully and strategically responded to.
'Why be a Noahide?' said the witch, her eyes agleam, a bright glint of sarcasm borne of the fairey spirit in her aether.
'Touche,' responded the bunny devil, and they stared at each other, happily, spiritual combatants locked in an arm wrestle, neither side willing to give an inch.

Daniel sipped on his tea, looked at her, and she sat there, with a serene quality of Tuggeranong witch majesty, the Nimbus 2012 sitting against the wall, buzzing softly to itself. This faire maiden would not succumb to the power of the rainbow easily at all. Perhaps some theology, to tempt her to the wisdom of Jehovah.

'Sophia,' stated Daniel calmly.
'Yes,' responded Amanda, sipping on her tea. 'A lovely name. What's your point?' she asked.
'Sophia is the wisdom of God. The greek word for wisdom. And in the biblical book of proverbs it is through the woman wisdom that God consulted in all of creation. Especially in the creation of woman herself, for Genesis says 'Let us make man in our image, male and female.' For man is fashioned after God, but woman after the kind heart of Sophia - of wisdom - of 'Goddess', perhaps,' he said, emphasizing the word.
'Goddess?' she responded, eyebrow raised.
'Goddess,' confirmed Daniel, sipping on his tea, looking as formal as possible.
'Indeed,' finished Amanda, sipping her tea, and staring straight ahead.

* * * * *

'Hey Daniel,' said Mandy. 'Daniel is very funny.'
Daniel Rothchild Daly smiled at Mandy. 'Your cup of tea, is he. Well at least I got that much right.'
'Very cute,' he is. 'Looks a lot like you.'
'Yep. He has an interest in Haven as well. Could get that up and running in a more interesting way with him.'
'Oh, God. Not Daniel. He is a religioius maniac. You, well, you were sensitive on that. Never really pushed it. But he is hardcore. Every bloody thing is an issue.'
'Just like God made him,' said Daniel Rothchild, thinking fondly of his little Cherubim friend. Thinking very fondly of him.'

* * * * *

'The Sentopol wars, Greg?'
Greg nodded. Daniel looked at his brother, bemused. Greg had landed a publishing deal for his just completed SF trilogy, 'The Sentopol Wars.'
'Are there witches in it?' asked Amanda.
'In the third volume,' responded Greg. 'She's pretty intense as well. I called her Mandy the Witch.'
Daniel grinned. Amanda smiled. Greg pulled out a hardback set of the trilogy and gave it to Amanda.
'Enjoy,' Greg said. 'I have signed and dated it for you.'
'Thanks,' said Amanda, carefully examining her new prize from Danie's redheaded young brother.
Later on, Mandy sitting peacefully, reading through the first volume of 'The Sentopol Wars', Daniel finihsed a cigarette he had been smoking, and looked at his current girlfriend.
'I may as well bring in the boxes of books in now from the faire. I am not so tired now.'
'Fuck,' she swore. 'I had forgotten about those. I'll help you.'
'No. I can manage. It's ok,' he replied.
She waved her hand indifferently and returned to her new book.
Daniel spent the next 15 minutes unloading 7 boxes full of books, placing them on the living room floor near the bookcases, looked at the box with a blanket in it quizzically for a moment, and returned to the lounge, lit up, and started a Farscape DVD, which was one of Amanda's favourites.
They sat there, that afternoon, Mandy lost in Volume 1 of Greg's book, Daniel, finally, getting stuck into learning Farscape ideology, while in the blanketed box, a little creature slept, a little dehydrated after a full night without water, but mostly content, sleeping away, dreaming its little dreams.
They got to sleep late that night at 27 Beattie crescent, and when the lights went out, the woman who had planted the blanketed creature into the car, emerged from the Van she had been watching the house in, carefully snuck up to the front door, cast an unlock spell on the door, and ventured inside. Because of the earlier spells they had not yet discovered the contents of the blanket and finding it, placing the creature on the blanket ont the floor, she stole away, rang a number on her mobile phone and, when a malevolent voice answered, she said, 'It is done. You can go in now.'
'Excellent,' was the reply of an all to familiar malevolent and insidious voice.


Chapter Three

'Baby Blues'

A dark figure slithered through the late night, early morning air, found the door still unlocked, and stole inside, found the creature, and smiled to himself. 'Ha. This will teach the bastard a lesson. Him and his new woman.' Grimlock raised his wand, and uttered 'Multiply Insidiously', and the creature burped, smiled, and rolled onto its back. And sat there, dozing.
'Good,' said Grimlock, and left the scene.

* * * * *

Daniel was the first up that morning and, coming into the lounge room, he rubbed his eyes and went into the kitchen to get himself some orange juice. Coming back into the living room Mandy just came through the hall door, smiled at him and, as one, the two of them looked at the source of crying which had just started. There, in the centre of the room, laying on the rug, of all things to be disturbed by, a helpless, crying, yet gorgoeous looking - baby.

'What the f...,' said Mandy, and came forward to look at it. 'Daniel. Have you got something to tell me?' she asked.
Daniel shook his head. 'I thought it was yours.'
'I have never been pregnant in my life, thank you very much.'
'Pick it up. Its crying,' he said.
Reluctantly, Mandy knelt down and picked up the crying baby.
'It wants milk or something,' said Daniel.
'For fuck's sake,' said Mandy. She went into the kitchen with the nipper and soon returned with a cup of milk, and carefully started feeding it at the table.
'I mean, whose baby is it?' she asked a perplexed Daniel.
Daniel looked at the front door. 'Did someone come in during the night? Leave it for us to take care of it?'
'They must have gotten in somehow,' said Mandy. 'But who?'
'Someone who knows that you will take care of it, perhaps,' said Daniel.
'Right,' said Mandy, patting the baby on the back to get it to burp. It burped and then started dozing off in her arms. 'Great. A mommy,' she said to herself.
'It had to happen sometime,' said Daniel, grinning. 'Aw, go on. Its not that bad.'
'Very funny,' she said, as the baby farted.
They both burst out laughing.


The following day, have bought a crib just in case, they were starting to discuss what they would realistically have to do with the child.
'We'll probably have to contact the authorities,' said Mandy. 'The government should know.'
'I guess. Or we could pass it off as yours, perhaps. You know. Go away for a while. Come back with the baby. Who would know?'
'We can't do that,' she said, but looking at the child in the crib, sleeping gently, she thought for a second she might.
'Perhaps someone thought we might make good parents. Someone who couldn't keep the child. Seen you and me together. Thought we'd make good parents.'
'Perhaps,' said Mandy, looking at her boyfriend.

'I've made a decision,' she said, later that afternoon. 'For now we raise it as our own. If people ask, we get fuzzy about the details. I'll tell my family the truth, but anyone else we'll keep guessing. We might end up keeping it. I have sort of grown attached.'
'As you wish,' said Daniel, playing with the child.

* * * * *

So, they raised the child for 3 weeks, calling it Mark Caldwell, and then they came in one morning, found the baby sleeping on the floor, and Daniel smiled. And then, crawling in from the kitchen, another baby. Looking identical to the first one.

'What the fuck!' swore Daniel. 'Have you borrowed a friend for Mark?'
Mandy looked at the baby. 'It looks identical to Mark.'
'Jesus Christ,' swore Daniel. 'Are we going to have to feed this one too?'
'I guess so,' she said, looking at him.


3 weeks later, they came in again. 4 babies this time.
'This is getting ridiculous,' said Daniel.


3 weeks later, they came in. Babies everywhere. At least 100 of them. Crying, winging, moaning. Something had to give.

* * * * *

Daniel had had enough of changing nappies, and the 128 children, which Amanda had somehow all managed to name and put nametags around the wrist, were something Daniel was sure he would never, ever forget.

'It will be 256 next, I tell you,' he said.
'I can handle 256 kids,' she said.
'I am not sure my wallet can,' he said smartly.
'Daniel,' she said.
'We'll have to get another place. This one is full. We have kids everywhere. Even in the kitchen and out in a tent in the backyard. And we still haven't told anyone.'
'Don't worry. Something will give soon. I can tell. Magic is at work. I have just been humouring our adversary. I know the first baby is real, but the second one and so on, well. Well they are fake. I will feed them all for now, but they will show themselves soon enough. Just you watch.'
Daniel looked at her, amazed at what she said. 'You're sure, Mandy?'
'Trust me, Danny.'
'Mmm,' he replied.


Later that week, Grimlock passed by the house walking, cast a quick spell, and continued on. Time for his revenge.

* * * * *

When they got up the following morning, the babies were not so friendly looking. They had grown teeth - sharp, razor like teeth. Daniel tried picking one up, but it hissed at him and tried to bite him. Mandy found Mark, and took him to their bedroom - he was still normal.
'They're demons, Daniel,' she said.
'What do we do?'
'Mmm,' she said. 'We wait. They will probably turn on us soon. And I won't hurt an innocent.'

They sat there all day, watching the little demon's play around the house, then late, around 5, one of them crawled up to Daniel and yelled 'gaaahhh,' which was a sign to the others, who all started hooking in to attack him and Mandy.

Suddenly Mandy raised her wand and yelled 'Deform', and the demons, one by one, sank to the ground, and disappeared, leaving nothing behind them apart from the slightest smudge.
'It's skin,' said Mandy. Each of them has the tiniest fraction of Mark's skin. It was what formed them. The rest was delusion in our minds, as their actual substance was very little.
'Fascinating,' said Daniel, looking at his scratch marks.
'Oh, they had real demonic power. It is how they attacked you. But theyr'e actual substance lacked. Technically.'
'Right,' he said.

And then Mark started crying and they went off to find their little trooper.

'Your not a demon, are you?' said Mandy, to their little man.

Mark burped and then farted and when Mandy undid his nappies and unearthed a toxic brown looking substance all Daniel would say was,
'Not a demon. Satan himself I tell you.'
And Mandy laughed.

The End

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