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Amazoni #15 Conversation With A Tahna A Shared Amazoni Experience

Story ID:6889
Written by:Lisa Godin (bio, contact, other stories)
Story type:Serial Fiction
Location:Cleveland Ohio USA
Year:2011
Person:me
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Amazoni #15 Conversation With A Tahna  A Shared Amazoni Experience

1997
Lisa Godin

Forward
This is the first time I have ever admitted this to anyone and well could it have been merely a dream. But the more I think upon it, the more I realize it was all too fantastic to be a dream, and now I accept it as fact.
For days I have been recounting the adventures of the woman warrior Ohna, Supreme Tahna, or leader of the Amazoni. A big warrior towering six feet five inches, with mahogany skin, waist-length sable hair, and piercing black eyes. Ohna is one endowed with incredible wisdom, indomitable spirit, fearsome reputation in battle and possessed of the strength of two men, a barbarian never before seen in the real world--until now.
Having shared the exploits of Ohna with my closest friends, I offer them this encounter hoping they revel in the telling of this tale as I did experiencing it.
Chapter 1
I was typing my usual e-mail when I heard a pounding upon my door that sent my floor vibrating with each rap. "Wait a minute!" I shouted, annoyed.
A gentler knock replied.
Quickly sending my e-mail, I peered through my peephole into a darkened hall. "Who are you?" I demanded, for I am one of rare visitors.
"You forget me so easily?" came a deep feminine voice.
Curiosity overruling irritation at being disturbed, I opened the door, stunned by the vision of the tall, raven-haired beauty endowed of chiseled features, and mahogany skin, a woman of considerable muscle, dressed in bikini skins and knee-high fringed moccasins, armed with bow and a quiver bristling with arrows.
The warrior entered, closing my door with surprising gentleness.
"I am your friend, Ohna."
"But you're not real!"
Grinning, Ohna clamped a strong hand upon my shoulder, her steely grip all too painfully real.
"As you see, I am no vision, small one."
I had no choice but to accept what stood before me.
"How did you get here?"
Ohna shrugged massive shoulders.
"Try to remember," I encouraged, my fear melting into elation and wonder.
"I was hunting and heard a spirit voice summon me to a great wall of light. I entered. I do not know how the spirits did it, but they led me to your lodge. I have long ago stopped questioning the great power the spirits possess to do such great magic. I merely follow the paths I am given."
"So you know me."
"The spirits told me many things as I walked the trail here. Let us sit before your fire so we may talk."
"I have no fire. Not allowed." I pointed to my living room. "In there, okay?"
Ohna led the way.
Chapter 2
Shedding bow and quiver, Ohna sat. Running a hand along my green carpet, she grinned at its strange texture.
"Never have I felt such a thing. When you visit my tepee you will be pleased to sit upon soft furs." Not expecting an answer, Ohna gazed with mild interest at my living room studded with the trappings of civilization. "Your lodge is unlike any I have seen owned by Outsiders. Even Trader Jo-teff's Lodge does not own what you own. This is still a good lodge."
I beamed at Ohna's approval for I knew her praise was rare.
"I do not have my pipe."
"Cigarettes okay?"
"Cigarettes okay," Ohna parroted.
I lit our smokes, noticing Ohna's interest in my lighter. I offered it.
"I cannot take. I have no present for the small fire box."
"Your visit is gift enough. I can always...trade for another."
Grinning, Ohna accepted the lighter, slipping it into a waist pouch.
I placed my ashtray between us, an object Ohna found less intriguing. I could tell she was not fond of my world's tobacco, but polite guest that she was, she smoked without complaint. I was tempted to make further comment but dismissed the thought as it was unseemly for one such as I to make notice of a warrior's dislikes. More importantly, I knew I'd be ill prepared to defend myself against Ohna's wrath. I set aside the ashtray, our cigarette butts still smoldering.
"You are a greet seer, small one."
"A what?"
"The spirits told me you make the marks on paper that tell the actions of me and others. They say you hold council with many, telling of my deeds. The spirits tell me you hold these councils in a different way, these warriors never stepping foot within this lodge but understanding your words. I would like to see this way."
I laughed, confusing Ohna for she didn't think she had said anything very funny.
"E-mail is a wonderful thing."
"E-mail?"
"My computer's way of--"
Ohna shook her head in deeper confusion as I struggled to contain more laughter, forgetting the warrior knew nothing but her own limited world, forgetting that she was a real person of primitive ways and means.
"I'd be honored to show you. As for explaining it, that's another matter."
"It is big magic?"
"No magic. I know only how to send my signals of you;how it happens is too complicated. As long as your tales are gotten, how means nothing."
Ohna stood.
I led her into my kitchen where my computer remained on. I was shocked it hadn't disconnected me. I sat. I looked at Ohna gazing with childlike wonder at the monitor. And I intended to dazzle her!
Chapter 3
Rapidly I clicked my mouse, revealing all my sents highlighting all the tales told of this mighty Shesh-Amazoni to various people I hold in special confidence. Unable to read my marks, Ohna was nonetheless greatly impressed.
"Your words travel to many camps, small one. They, too, speak to you?"
"There's rarely a day when I get no signals. I speak to these warriors of many things, not just you. They're men and women."
"The men of your world are warriors also?"
"Of course."
"Although I treasure Ojah, in my world, never can he become a warrior. It is strange that men and women are warriors. They take as many scalps as you?"
"I own no scalps nor do my friends. But the working world is a completely different battle."
I knew Ohna would never understand the concept of work any more than that of men and women becoming near equals in what they did, but I knew she valued truth, understood or not.
"You can travel to more camps with this e-mail?"
"Yes, and I can find pictures."
Remembering a picture of my favorite actor, I clicked onto that from my bookmarks. It was a picture of the actor wearing a loincloth and holding a chimpanzee, an animal never to be found in the forests of the Amazoni.
"He is a warrior of many faces," I said.
Ohna gazed with interest at the man with long brown hair clad in loincloth.
"You know this man."
"He was unkind, but I don't know him personally."
"He dishonored you. I will fight this man and regain your honor. Where is his camp?" Ohna demanded.
I quickly vanished the picture, having forgotten how protective the Shesh-Amazoni could be.
"I've already taken care of him."
Ohna relaxed.
"You e-mail his lodge then."
I nodded, regretting having shown the picture. I wanted to dazzle, not provoke.
Losing interest in my computer, Ohna went into the living room and sat. Turning everything off I followed. Ohna delved into her ration pouch and withdrew two thick slices of jerked boar meat.
"We will eat boar together."
"I have my own food, thank you."
Shrugging, Ohna began to eat, tearing into the meat with strong teeth.
Chapter 4
Ohna ate and drank from her water gourd in Amazoni silence, ignoring my attempts at conversation as I nibbled my pizza, a food the warrior wasn't the least bit curious about. Only when our meal was finished did Ohna seem interested in me again.
Suddenly my phone rang. Startled, Ohna leaped to her feet, drawing her knife, observing my lack of reaction to the ring alien to her.
"Take it easy," I reassured.
Ohna was not to be comforted as the ringing phone persisted in its grating peals.
I followed her to my kitchen phone.
Sheathing her blade, the scowling Ohna picked up my cordless phone, pressing hard a button, ceasing its ringing. I was surprised she knew to put the phone to her ear. A stream of angry Amazoni words fired too rapidly for me to follow poured from her lips before she slammed the phone down. Pushing her aside, I checked to make sure it wasn't broken, for one of Ohna's strength could do irreparable damage. I was relieved that my phone, not yet paid for, was as sturdy as claimed.
"You could've broken it!" I shouted. "I need it!"
"I am here, small one. No one of another camp needs to hold council with you. A tahna comes first," Ohna retorted.
How easily I had forgotten how possessive and commanding Ohna was, a personality I had unwittingly created. The remembrance forced me to swallow the angry rebuttal boiling in my throat. "Well," I observed, "if that was a telemarketer, you've certainly persuaded them to never call here again! Tonight I'll just have to make some calls and do some fast apologizing just in case it was family you swore at."
"Amazoni do not swear."
"If you say so. I think you need air. How about joining me on the porch?"
Ohna grabbed my arm and pulled me into the living room, and pointed to the television. Fresh air was the last thing she wanted to explore. I suddenly sensed her time with me was dwindling, as the urgency she exercised in absorbing every stimulus I had to offer was blatantly bold.
Chapter 5
I turned on the t.v., catching a talk show with fights going on. Ohna was drawn to the talk show battle but was confused by the bloodless outcome.
"If these people are enemies in this magic box, small one, why does not anyone kill and claim scalps?"
"It's not our way."
Ohna shook her head, her mind reeling. "In my land, your magic box people would all die in battle." She suddenly stiffened and stood, t.v. forgotten. "The spirits call to me, my friend. I must return to my people."
I leaped to my feet as Ohna donned her bow and quiver. "No!" I shouted. "There's so much to show you. You can't leave! I won't let you."
"I cannot stay. You must be strong in my leaving." Her eyes bright with compassion, the warrior tapped my heart. "Remember I am within you always." She drew an arrow from her quiver. "I give you this to remember this day. When you show this arrow, all will know Ohna had come.
"You will tell those you have council with in e-mail of this visit. You speak only truth so they will believe your words."
I accepted the long, heavy arrow.
"Continue to use your great power to see into my future and tell what great deeds I would do."
A tear slid down my cheek, wiped away by the gentle hand of the Shesh-Amazoni. I hugged her hard and released her. She smiled at me.
"How are you called, small one?"
"Lisa."
"Lee-sah." Ohna nodded. "It is a good name. I will tell my people of Lee-sah. I will make a song of you. You will join those in Amazoni legend. My mate, Ojah, will make me tell him of you many times. Et-esh, too, will enjoy knowing of you. I go now."
I watched Ohna stride to my door, only to disappear before reaching it. Saddened at her leaving, I sat on my couch studying her arrow. It was truly an epochal reminder of a most remarkable person.