BVC. Legend of Calypso

Blackstone Valley Chronicles:                                                            

 

   Calypso Queen of,, The River Mermaids....

From the American Indian mythology of California come tales of the River Mermaids, also called Ho-ha'-pe or Water Women. The Ho-ha'-pe are beautiful with long hair. They usually live in deep pools, and are known at several places along the Merced River. In that part of the river which runs through Yosemite Valley they have been seen a number of times.

Another lives in the deep water a little below Blackstone Valley. At this place a few years ago some Indians from Bear Valley and Coulterville came to catch salmon. They put their net in a deep place in the river, and when it was full of fish tried to pull it out, but could not, for it was stuck on the bottom. The Water Woman had fastened it to a rock, but the men did not know this. One of them went down to find where the net had caught, and to lift it up. While he was doing this the Water Woman put a turn of the net-rope around his big toe and he was drowned. Then several of the men had to go down to get him. After they brought up his body all of them saw the Water Woman in the pool below, and saw her long hair float out in the current.

This story takes place after the west was settled. The Indians continued to add stories to American Indian mythology up to modern times.

The story of Ho-ha'-pe the River Mermaid, varying more or less in details, reaches north at least to the American River, where the Nissenan (who call her Ho-sa'-pah) have the following version:

Two maidens were walking along the American River below the foothills when they heard a baby cry. They followed the sound and soon saw the baby lying on a sand bar in the edge of the river. One of them reached down to pick it up when it suddenly changed into the River Mermaid, who, seizing the young woman, dragged her into the river. She cried out and her companion took hold of her arm and pulled and pulled as hard as she could to save her, but the River Mermaid was the stronger and dragged her under the water and she was never seen again.

The other maiden ran home to the village and told her people what had happened. She was so terribly frightened that her mind became affected and in a short time she died.

Mermaids are often shape-shifters in both European and American Indian mythology. In Europe, this trait probably carries over from the time when they were goddesses. American Indian mythology may have adopted this from the Europeans, or it may just be coincidence. I am struck by how mermaids are always described as having long hair. Could this be because the stories all have a common source? Or could it be simply that men like long hair on women?

Well that is the legend this will be the chronicling of the sightings of Calypso …blackstoneshotsauce.com

Blackstone Valley Chronicles part two

Amid a roar of silence..

                                     The entire mob stood in shock at the scene they had just witnessed. A lifeless and bloodied body of Nichole laid at the feet of Cider who simply stood there looking down and smiling. Knife still in hand dripping with the still warm blood of her slain victim. i remember hearing ever so quietly " just for kicks huh "

Her eyes ablaze with A rage of vengeance hands clenched tightly, but a calming feeling was so overwhelming. Strange i thought so strange.

 

The violence that surrounds us can be subdued by most of us, but that leaves some to let it flow out of them like words themselves.

Some need it like some need air to breathe. It is completely natural. But when someone who normally controls there anger or thoughts of violence, the outcome can be somewhat evil in comparison.

 

So for the purposes of our story lets say that besides petty crimes and misdemeanors Cider was a good person at heart. She was a free spirit always trying to run for freedom.

Circumstance however coincidental, or fate whatever put these two together and simple attrition forced them to decide who stayed and who didn't.

Mother Nature can be a bitch when she wants too be!

 

A trial followed, well a trial on paper anyway. Cider would not cooperate with her attorneys and was simply urging the hand of fate to race her off this mortal coil like she was chasing a ghost and acting like the ghost was gaining ground on her.

After the trial the verdict simply... Guilty as charged! And the Death penalty to be carried out as soon as the moon was to be full.

 

A smile came across Her face like she was granted freedom?

Emotions were scattered some felt a just verdict some thought a disgrace.

But this was a justified outcome. A few weeks later on the Day of her execution she refused her priest and declined her last rites, stating she believed in nothing and would not recognize the courts authority that was judging her.

 

We all gathered at the windows of the Yard .. everyone curious the outcome.

As soon as the Moon began to rise we were all astonished as to its bright Orange color.

some would call it The Hunters moon.

i was personally amazed at the stunning color.

A loud metal clang and a rusty gate squealed open to reveal two guards with Cider being led out from the darkness. To the wall, wearing simple rags with chains binding her wrists and ankles.

 

She was then quietly led to the wall.

                                                  A legend born....

                                                                       

 

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Blackstone Valley Chronicles

       It is said. That the dead must travel along the rivers of the underworld in order to reach their final destination, Unfortunately their are those who may never reach their final destination. And those who simply get lost along the way.
Purgatory the land between neither up nor down.

Stationary and  a never yielding land between here and there.
There are many stories here, this is but one of them. River tributaries of the Blackstone Valley are vast and numerous much to many to even count. Among them are mighty Island weypoints for travelers to explore. On these islands exist small towns and villages which play host to many a lost soul.

This is the story of.... Nicole...

Evil has never quite inhabited such a beautiful young creature..
Long gracefully flowing black hair flawless face of an angel Eyes strong enough to melt the soul of the hardest man alive.
But a Heart filled with Evil,

Now Nicole's life on this mortal plain however brief was a continuous nightmare for her and the people who surrounded her. She began her life as innocent as us all, but quickly lost her way.Nicole never made it to high school instead she was to spend her high school years in a women's penitentiary. murdered a convenient store clerk for two hundred dollars, just for kicks i believe she said on her way out of court.

Just for kicks
I remember the headlines vividly.
Well as much as I remember that we must all remember that fate also remembers.
As it turns out the clerk that Nicole murdered just for kicks had a sister ...
Who just so happened to be an inmate at that very same women's institute.
Oh I do love it when a plot thickens!

Now Cider was a long forgotten sister and not a whole lot was  known about her at this point, except her arrest a few years back that is but a vague memory. Seems Cider had an affinity for driving very fast. If memory serves me right something about a five hour high speed chase in which the reason she was finally caught was simply running out of gas..When she was interviewed in the courtroom the judge asked her where she was going and she replied quite simply Southbound baby Southbound

Upon Nicole's release into general population, She strutted through the walkway with her ever so kiss my ass look on her face. Absolutely spitting in the face of anyone she made eye contact with. But what she didn't realize was that she had already been targeted by Cider. As she reached the end of the walk she was still completely unaware of what was about happen.

But happen it did like a blink of an eye she was gone from this mortal plain..

and this is but the beginning of this story..






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