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Thursday, February 19, 2015

The Winter Wizard: Conclusion

Here's the conclusion of the story. Check it out. Also, to help me know if anyone is reading this. Please either comment here or on a link to it posted to Facebook. Let me know that I am actually reaching someone out there. Thanks for reading. Enjoy.
To read the first three segments, click the links: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Chris! Chris!” His mothers voice woke him up from his deep sleep. Opening his eyes, he looked around the room to see that he was home.
Mom? Where am I?”
She smiled and laughed, “Honey, you have been asleep all day. Your father is angry with you. You were supposed to go out this morning and get him some wood.”
Chris sat up and felt his head, “I don't feel good.”
She nodded, “You weren't doing well, that's why I let you sleep. You had some kind of fever...or really a negative fever. Your temperature was really low. I guess it's a good thing you didn't go out there. You would've been caught in that freak snow storm.”
Chris stopped holding his head and his eyes bugged out, “Snow storm?”
Yeah. The news says that it's the weirdest weather this state has seen in two hundred years. They've already named it some silly name. I guess mother nature likes to play games. You get some rest and I'll bring you some hot soup.” She left him to lay in his bed.
Chris got out up and walked to the window. Opening it he found she was telling the truth. There was snow and ice all over everything. Could it be true? “Did it really happen?” He asked to no one in particular.
Yes.” the old wizards voice answered.
Chris turned around to see the man sitting in his room. “You.”
It is I, the king of the Wizards of Winter. Or, really, a shadow of my former self.”
So, it all did happen. How did I survive? I thought that crystal would've killed me.”
The wizard smiled and answered, “You were willing to sacrifice yourself to save the world. That was an impressive act.”
I had no other choice. It was all my fault. I released her.”
And your choice would have taken your life. But, I gave you a gift. I turned you into a winter wizard. Giving you my powers and my strength. That way you would survive.”
          Chris looked down at himself, “Me...a wizard?”
Yes.”
Why?”
I defeated the queen over six thousand years ago and ended the ice age. Since then I have been keeping an eye on her and doing my job.”
"Your job is creating snowflakes?"
The old man laughed, "Not all of them. Winter wizards are artisans, crafting snowflakes is something I love. I can use them to create beautiful winter days, which I offer now and then. My real work has been fixing the damage from the war."
"So, what happened to the Queen?"
The wizard smiled, "She is gone forever. Your warmth killed her."
"My warmth?"
"Yes, the warmth of your spirit. Your willingness to put the worlds welfare above yours was enough to destroy her."
Chris shook his head, "What about that book? It showed..."
"Lies. It was created by her to mislead people.” The wizard looked away for a moment thinking back to the days of the first civilizations, “Back then the people did not know who to trust. Magic folk weren't uncommon, but strange to find around humans. When the lovely Ice Queen revealed her book to the people and implicated my kind against them, we became outlaws.”
So it was just a tool of propaganda.”
Not entirely. She also put into it spells, evil magic. The people weren't merely gullible, the dark magic within its pages corrupts thinking and sows the seeds of distrust and paranoia. She could've used its power to reestablish her own terrible strength."
Chris asked, “What about you?”
As I said, I'm merely a shadow. Once this shadow passes, I will be gone forever. You must be vigilant. The threats to this world are not yet over.”
Chris looked out the window, “Wow. Are you going to teach me how to....” he turned to find that the wizard was gone, his staff resting against the wall where he had been moments ago.
 Chris held the staff and felt the power surging through it. "All that I was, is now yours." The old voice proclaimed and suddenly Chris' room was filled with the snowflakes from the lair below. Chris smiled and pointed the staff toward the window. The gray skies melted away into a beautiful blue.
A new winter wizard was born.

Wednesday, February 18, 2015

The Winter Wizard part 3

The continuing adventure of The Winter Wizrad. For the previous posts, POST 1 POST 2

They got to the top of a hill that over looked part of Gatlinburg. Chris stopped. "Where's my car?"
"Where are you going to take me?" She asked.
Chris realized he was nowhere near where he had parked this morning. “Home. We can figure this out from there. My parents are smart and can help, I am sure.”
No. Please, you must release me now. He will not stop looking for us that easily. If I am not freed, he will kill you and your family to get to me. I pose too great a threat to his plans.”
Okay, how do we free you then?”
The snowflakes are the key. Take them out of the book.”
Chris sat down on the ground and carefully put the crystal down next to the book. He opened the pages and pulled out the two snowflake ornaments. “Alright, I have them.”
The winter magic within them might be enough. Set them on the ground, one on each side of my crystal. Then step back. I will unleash their power and that will set off a chain of events that will release me. Now, get to it.” Her tone was becoming a little agitated.
He almost set them on the ground when he stopped, “Wait. You said that each snowflake contains all the power of a whole winter.”
Yes, that is true. Now set them down.”
Chris still held the snowflakes. “But, if I unleash two of them, won't that cause a double strength winter? That would be...bad. Right?”
Do not worry. I need the energy to rebuild myself. That will draw out enough of the winter magic to contain it from harming the mountains. Now, please hurry! He is bound to find us.”
Chris thought about this for a moment, realizing she knew more than him. If this wasn't a dream, he would be a hero. Leaning down again he set one down and then went to place the other.
STOP!” The booming voice of the wizard called out.
Chris looked up. “Oh great, it's him.”
Hurry, place the last one.”
A blue blast of energy shot the ground near Chris and created an instant ice sculpture. “STOP, Do not release her.”
Chris was frozen in fear. He forced himself to look up and saw not an evil look on the wizards face, but complete fear. “I have to.”
No, do not believe her words. She will destroy us all if you don't stop right now.” The wizard had his staff trained on Chris.
Do not listen to the old fool. He is the one trying to destroy us all. Consider the book, they almost destroyed the world once before, do not allow them to do it again.”
Chris looked up and then made the decision to trust her. He placed the flake on the ground and then braced for the attack that was sure to follow. But the wizard didn't get the chance. As soon as the flake sat next to the crystal, both snowflakes exploded outward with an amazing burst of cold wind and snow that threw Chris and the wizard away. The gray skies turned terribly dark and a thick snow quickly began to fall.
Chris held his arm over his face and forced himself to breathe against the pressures of the winds crashing into his chest. Abruptly the crystal ruptured with a column of blue energy forming a cyclone of snow around it. The snow started to coalesce into a large woman right before his eyes. She was holding her arms out and smiling victoriously. The skies boiled and turned into a hurricane of snow and ice that was already burying the mountain.
The woman laughed loudly and proclaimed, “I've won, old man, I've won! This world is mine to control, mine to turn into a vast ice wasteland. All will perish or bow before me, the Ice Queen!”
It did not take Chris long to realize that the old man had not been lying. She had betrayed him and now unleashed a terrible winter on the world. What could he do now? He was nothing compared to all this force around him, nature itself was turning to her whim. If this were not a terrible and vivid dream, he could be witnessing the end of civilization. And it was all his fault.
Suddenly bright blasts of blue light shot at her, going through the wispy body, but not actually hurting her.
She looked down and sneered at the old wizard. “You fool. It was inevitable that I would defeat you. The humans you protected were the very people who allowed my return. And now I will bring a new ice age to this earth and reign eternal as the Goddess of Ice.”
NOT IF I HAVE ANYTHING TO SAY ABOUT IT!” The old man used his staff to shoot over and over again at her in an attempt to destroy her, but she seemed unharmed by his magic.
Oh, how cute, you attempt to use winter magic on the Ice Queen.” she threw both hands forward and the entire blizzard sent him sprawling across and down the hill.
Chris staggered back to his feet, though his strength was nearly spent. “Oh, God, what have I done?”
The woman turned around and looked down at Chris. “You, mortal, you helped me and that will not go without payment. I like the way you cower in fear. Perhaps I will allow you to live to worship me. A gift to you I offer, a subject to the Throne of Ice.”
I...I...” Chris was scared to death and didn't know what to say. He didn't want to be turned into a slave, but what else could he do?
YAH!” She lurched and her translucent arms held her waist. She was losing cohesion and it seemed to cause her pain. There was a hole opening in her abdomen where the snow and magic reforming her body was being drawn away from her.
The old wizard was holding his staff out and forcing the blizzard to act like the winds in the cavern. It was turning her into a snowflake. “Not this day! Not while I live!”
She screamed and held herself as he dissolved her and started a new snowflake at the end of his staff. “You horrid monster! Stop!” she sent a wind to blow him down, but he was braced with a small mound of ice he had created behind his feet.
Your reign of ice ends here! I will not be so lenient this time, I will destroy you as I should have sixty five hundred years ago!”
She doubled over and was fading out of sight. Bringing her hands up, the winds quickly changed direction and threw him forward across the ground. When he seemed vulnerable she moved in for the kill. Rolling over he thrust his staff into her face. The snow flake at it's tip drew her in even quicker. With one hand she picked him, pulling his staff free from her face. “I WILL TAKE YOUR LIFE FROM YOU!”
The wizard gasped as the air was squeezed out of his body. With all the strength he had left he jammed the staff into her hand and started gathering again. Now both magical beings were locked in a combat that could only end with one destroying the other.
What do I do? What do I do?” Chris looked around and saw the crystal he had been holding. It was still on the ground, attached to her by the same blue light that was gathering the snow to reform her body. How could he stop it? How would he destroy it? It was pure cold, he had to make it warm. But, there was no way he could heat it up right here. The only warmth he had was inside him.
Then Chris made the only choice he saw to save the world. He shoved his way through the terrific winter winds and picked up the crystal, put it in his mouth, and swallowed it. The woman vanished instantly which caused the wizard to fall to the ground while storm above calmed down to a basic winter sky. The wizard waved his staff over the snowflakes and they stopped producing the weather.
The wizard rushed to Chris, who was still on the ground. “Boy! Boy! What did you do?”
Chris looked up and wasn't sure what he felt yet. It was cold, but it was hardly more than swallowing a large pill. Then it hit him. His whole body turned blue and glacial. He leaned back and screamed with her voice.
RELEASE ME NOW!” Chris said in her voice.
The wizard put his hands on Chris' face and began to chant a spell.
NO, I WILL NOT BE DESTROYED! NO! AHHH!” She screamed through Chris, “I WILL KILL HIM!” At that Chris shook hard and began to gag, she was killing him from the inside. His eyes rolled back in his head and he fell against the snowy ground writhing in pain as he fought to get any oxygen into his lungs.
The wizard put his hands on Chris' throat and started to chant loudly in a spell. A light blue energy passed from the wizard into Chris and then the wizard fell over and faded away. Chris gagged for a moment longer and then stopped moving as though he had died. All at once an amazing white light burst out of his eyes and mouth and pierced the clouds above, split the remnants of the storm and cleared the skies.

Chris took in a few deep but shaky breathes then passed out.

Check back tomorrow for the conclusion.


Tuesday, February 17, 2015

The Winter Wizard part 2

Continued from yesterday, this is part two of four. Check out part 1 if you haven't already.

Chris pulled out the last splinter just as another blast of piercingly cold wind kicked up. “Where is this coming from? That exit must be huge if it is creating a wind tunnel like this.”
The path in the cave turned a bit and Chris came to a sight he had not expected to see. There was a room filled with stuff. Old furniture, lanterns with candles inside, books, and snowflakes. Hundreds of snowflakes were hanging all over the walls of the cave, each one about three inches across and incredibly beautiful. Some looked to be made of crystal while others were metallic with a glittery surface. In the center of the room was an especially beautiful ornament. It really wasn't a snowflake, it looked more like a star.
What is this place?” Chris asked quietly. He walked in and looked closer at several of the snowflakes wondering why they were here and who had brought them inside.
As the frigid wind picked up again he distinctly heard a small, feminine voice say, “Save me.” It almost sounded like the wind sighed out the words.
Who's there?” He asked aloud hoping someone would answer him.
The blue star twinkled a little and he heard it again, “Please help.”
It couldn't be the star itself, that would be crazy. Yet, it mesmerized him. He slowly stepped closer to the hanging star and looked into its glistening surface. It twinkled again as if light was glinting off of it, though there was no direct light source. He looked up to see that this little crystal star was floating in the air.
I must have hit my head and I am dreaming.”
Save me.” that voice begged again.
Chris now stepped back, sure that he had actually landed on his head and this was all a hallucination, or something. “I gotta get out of here.” he looked again to see if he could find an exit, the shadows were even deeper and he saw no way out.
Yet again the wintery winds swept through the cavern and he closed his coat against them. This time, though, he wanted to know where they were going.
Chris followed the winds around a corner and down a narrow part of the cave to a larger room that was spherical in shape. There was a bright bluish light emanating from inside along with a voice. This was not the same voice from before, it was an older mans voice.
Yes, yes, that's it. Winds of winter twist and blow, turn and tumble, snowflake grow.”
Chris slowed down and peeked around the edge of the doorway to see inside the room. What he saw was an old man with a long beard, heavy robes, and a tall crooked staff walking around a stalagmite of rock. At the tip of the stone spear was a snowflake similar to the others. The winds that came into the cave were stronger here, so strong that it made it hard for Chris to breathe. The winds spiraled into the cavern and as they came to the center of the room they began to appear like a wispy blue liquid twisting right above the snowflake. This funnel of cold streamed downward into the small flake and it grew in size.
This can't be real, this just can't be real.” Chris said to himself over and over.
Huh!? Who is there? Show yourself!” The old man heard Chris, which did not seem possible with how small his voice had turned.
Chris was scared, he didn't know why but he ran away from the now approaching old man. Rounding the corner back into the first room, he slunk down to the floor to hide. The old man did not follow him all the way, but stopped just inside the narrow passageway. He heard him say, “Must be my old ears. Oh well.”
Chris' heart pounded and he was on the verge of a nervous break down. “What the hell is going on?”
After a few minutes to be sure the old man returned to that other room, Chris slowly got up and looked around for answers. This was too real to be a dream, at least that was what he thought, and it was too weird to explain. There had to be something around here to make some sense of all of this.
What's this?” Chris saw a book sitting alone on a pedestal. It was bound in leather and had a crystal snowflake embedded into the surface. Right in the middle of the snowflake was a star like the one that floated in the middle of the room.
Opening the cover he came upon pages made up of some kind of parchment. The pages were very light and covered with elaborate paintings of words that were in no language Chris recognized. Not that Chris was a linguist, but he would know if this were Russian or Japanese or something like that. This language was not remotely identifiable.
I can help.” That small, distant voice called out to him.
Chris turned around and looked for who was standing there, but again he found no one else. “Hello?”
Please take me.” The voice was clear but still so shallow that he wasn't certain if he had heard that right.
Chris crept up to the floating star and looked at it again. Was it asking to help him? What could it be? Without another thought, he reached up and grasped the floating star. It was cold, very very cold. But, once it was in his hand, he was able to pull it away from where it was floating.
Thank you.” The voice was now very clear, as though it filled the room, though it was only in his mind.
He turned around once quickly and then looked up, “Uh...hello? Who's there?”
I am sorry to frighten you, but you must help me if we are to stop the winter wizard.” Her voice was soothing and yet commanding.
Chris was so confused that it nearly hurt his brain, “Stop the what?”
Please go to the book and I'll explain.” She told him.
He gulped and walked over to the book and stood there. “Okay?”
Turn to the first page.” The dismembered voice began to read, “Once, a long time ago, the world was a happy place and people were free. The humans and the fairy kind all lived together in harmony. The fairies protected the humans from evil magics. But...please turn the page.”
He turned to the pages with the evil men bringing in cold winds. The voice read on,“The Winter Wizards gathered together and decided to create their own kingdom. They cast a powerful winter spell and turned the world to ice. The humans were nearly wiped out and most of the fairy kind did not survive. Only my people, the ice fairies, were able to survive. We battled the wizards for over three hundred years to end their cold tyranny. That time period was what humans today call the Ice Age. Please turn the page.” He turned to a new page that showed a beautiful fairy woman. “I, the Fairy Queen of Ice, miscalculated the cleverness of the leader of the Winter Wizards and he escaped my sight. He finally confronted me when all our forces had destroyed one another. He confined me within this crystal so he would have no equal to combat with.
In the nineteenth century he began to once again gather the power to create a new ice age. Over the past two hundred years he has been draining winters of their power and turning each into a single flake of snow. Soon he will have enough power to unleash all the winters he has stored up and a new ice age will dawn on the earth. An age that, I fear, my people will not be able to stop.
Chris gasped, “So, global warming....”
There is no such thing. The warmer seasons have been the creation of this winter wizard. We must stop him.”
We? I..I am no wizard...I,” he paused, “Good lord, I am talking to a Christmas tree ornament.”
I am no ornament. I am the Fairy Queen of Ice and you are my only hope.”
Chris decided to make his choice to help “What do I do?”
Find two of the snowflakes and take them.” She commanded.
Chris gulped, looked around and picked out two ornate snowflakes, each flat and ice cold. “Alright, now what?”
You must....” the voice paused.
What? What is it?” Chris asked.
He is coming. We must leave.”
Just then the gruff old voice of the wizard boomed down the corridor, “I HEAR SOMEONE IN MY LAIR!”
Chris started breathing quickly and looking around, “Where do we go?”
Take the book.” she commanded. Grasping the book he placed the snowflakes inside the pages to keep them safe. Once he had it in his arms she said, “I have enough power to send a great wind. Take a deep breath and relax.”
Chris took in a shaky breath and relaxed as much as he could in his current condition. Just as the old wizard came around the corner Chris was sent flying back the way he first arrived by a furious gale of cold air. The old wizard shot out a blast of blue energy where Chris had been, leaving a white icy patch on the wall and part of the pedestal.
The heavy winds carried Chris toward the crack in the ground and then up and out into the daylight. He hit the ground and tumbled over and over, doing his best to keep his arms and hands locked around the book. Once he stopped he was face first on the ground, the book under his chest and the star still firmly held in his hand. He finally gasped in another breath as he rolled over.
Oh my God, how did you do that?” He asked.

No time, we have to move. My powers are very limited inside here. Get to your feet young man. RUN!” Chris ran with all of his might.

Look tomorrow for part 3. 

Monday, February 16, 2015

The Winter Wizard part 1

I wrote this little short story a few years ago and only a few have read it. Check out the story of the Winter Wizard. Also, if you live in the East Tennessee area right now, don't blame me...it's just a story.

THE WINTER WIZARD part 1

 4500 B.C.
An old wizard in blue robes marched his way through the massive ice fortress. Before him stood the grand doors to the throne room of the queen. With one hefty swing of his magic staff he destroyed the enchantment that protected the doors. Inside was a glorious room built entirely of ice that sparkled like crystals. The wizard carefully stepped in, though the confidence was still shown across his straight shoulders.
QUEEN! WHERE ARE YOU!?”
A sultry voice echoed around him, “So, it has come to just the two of us.”
The wizard cautiously looked about, “The war is over, you lost. Present yourself.”
What would you do with me? Kill me?”
So many have been lost. Our kinds are all but gone. I promise not to destroy you if you stand before me and bow.”
Just then a very small woman dressed in blue flew toward him. She was carried by majestic crystal like fairy wings. “I WOULD RATHER DIE!” She produced an ray of white light.
The wizard thrust his staff at the light and deflected it, but the impact did throw him down. While on the ground he swung his staff through the air and caused a powerful force of winds to knock her away. She tumbled against a wall and then slid to the ground.
The wizard got to his feet and walked over to her. She was injured, more so than she should be by such a meager attack. Her injuries were deep and built by the years of battle with the winter wizards.
She coughed and then tried to flap her wings, “What now? Are you going to kill me?”
He knelt down and pulled out a star like crystal hanging from a string. Dangling it above her he shook his head. “Not this day.”
Suddenly she realized what he was doing. Her scream was brief and trailed off as nothing but an echo while her whole body was pulled into the crystal. Once she was captured he stood up and looked it, only a glow to show that it was occupied. Her voice came out suddenly, “I will be free of this!”
No. I will see to it that you never see the light of day again.”

6500 years later.
Christopher hiked over the rolling hills of the Smokey mountains while he looked for branches. Well, not just any branches. Some good, gnarly, ugly branches would be best. At least that is what he thought of the wood he was asked to find and bring back. His father was a wood carver who used roots and limbs to craft walking sticks. The sticks were then taken to local fairs and festivals and sold in a booth that showcased all of his various wood carving techniques.
Holding his coat in closer to him, Chris shivered in the cold breezes that cut through the naked trees this time of year. Thanksgiving was just around the corner and then soon it would be Christmas.
It doesn't have the decency to at least snow.” He muttered to himself as he watched his breath fog in front of his face.
In all the years that Chris had been living with his family near the Smokey Mountain National Park he had yet to see a single snowfall before January. He grew up away from these mountains and when he moved here he expected to see at least one white Christmas, but in thirteen years there hadn't even been a hint of snow around the holidays.
The wind picked up and howled through the trees. Christopher tucked both hands hard into the deepest pockets of his oversized coat and tried to keep what little warmth he had in the tips of his fingers from evaporating. “Oh, this is just stupid. It's too cold,” he bemoaned as he got to the last hill he was going to visit today before heading back to a warm house, though his father wouldn't be happy if he didn't find some sticks.
Now would you look at that.” Chris was pleasantly surprised to see a rather large old tree on its side. He had looked at this tree a dozen times and even cut a few old branches off, but now that the tree was laying on its side he could get to all of it. That must have been one heck of a windstorm last night to have knocked this giant over.
Chris carefully skidded down the slope, kicking up rocks and dried grass the whole way. The area wasn't on anyone's farm or inside the park, it was simply alone. Civilization wasn't too far away, at least when it came to these old hills. Why it was not developed or turned into a park a long time ago, Chris never asked.
All of a sudden the winds picked up again and nearly blew him over. They were bitter cold and so sharply raced through the bare branches of the old tree that it was whistling. Chris knelt down and condensed himself as much as he could against this blast of winters hate. “Good Lord, what is going on with the winds today!” He exclaimed. Then he admitted defeat. "That's it, I'm going home. I can come back tomorrow.”
When the winds died down again and he straightened up. Taking one step he felt something odd. The ground sort of sunk down, not just under his foot, but under all of him. The whole area seemed to jostle and move. “Okay, that doesn't feel.....YAAAAAH!” Without warning the ground crumbled right under his feet as a large crack formed in the top of a cavern below. He reached out and grabbed the ragged ends of the trees roots, his palms gathering splinters as he slid down. After what seemed an eternity, Chris got a firm grip on the old root and dangled there.
Oh God, Oh God.” he kept saying over and over, sure that the ground beneath his feet was so far below him that he would die if he let go. Slowly opening his eyes, Chris looked down. To his amazing relief the ground below was flat and only a few inches away from his feet. He let go of the root and dropped down the few inches to land safely.
That was close.” Looking up at the old tree that was now halfway down into the crack that had formed, he realized it probably wouldn't have been fatal if he hadn't caught that tree by the roots but he might have fallen bad enough to injure himself. And in these mountains, who would be walking by to help? “Ow ow ow ow.” He suddenly felt the fact that he had just ground about a dozen splinters into his palms.
While he plucked the splinters out like a poulterer picking pin feathers out of a chicken, he looked around for a way to get out of here. This cavern was not what he expected. The ground was almost like someone had purposefully carved it to be flat. And there was light coming from the other end. There must be a way out. Though the light did seem oddly blue with it being such a gray day outside.

Look for part 2 tomorrow...

Monday, February 2, 2015

Big week, little post

Hey all. I have an exciting week ahead of me. Next Saturday (Feb 7th) I am attending my first book signing for Legacy of the Dragonwand. It will hopefully be the first of many events this year I attend to help grow my brand and really start putting my books and myself out there. I am nervous but very eager. If you live in the White Pine, Morristown, Or just general East Tennessee area, come on out to White Pine Used Books for a multi-author event.

All that said, I wanted to start this month off with a fun post. Just some art I have done recently. Enjoy.








Monday, January 19, 2015

Curse of the Wicked Blue Djinn final part

Part 4: The final part. 

Joshua stood near a pier where a boat was preparing to disembark for Greece. He would have to travel a long way around the sea to get back to his home. It would be a hard venture for anyone, but facing the world as this dog thing only made the prospect of this journey that much worse. 

The kind ladies of the temple gave him a full cloak to cover himself with. He wondered about getting a suit of armor since he knew that battle was inevitable, but his magical strength was so great he didn't need armor. Well, that is what he told himself to settle on his decision to only his shendyt. The truth was that this new body was very warm, the fur was thick and during this warm time of the year he was down right hot. Traveling toward the deserts of the east only meant more heat. Thus, all he would bear above his waist was a cloak over his shoulders. It provided protection from the rain, high sun, and they frightened eyes of the average man. 

So, you're that man the Oracle sent me the letter about this morning.” The boat master walked over to Joshua. He leaned a bit to get a peak under the cloak, “WHOA! What are you?”

I'm just another man with a different face. Please, don't ask questions.” Joshua had prepared that statement for any who would ask the most obvious of questions. 

Well, whatever you are, the Oracle paid good money and I won't turn her down. If she's not scared of you, than neither am I. When you're ready, get on the ship.” The boat master walked away muttering to himself about how he was too easy of a push over for those pretty virgins. 

Joshua took a moment to look around, this was part of the world he had never expected to visit. It was beautiful and a little strange to him. He wouldn't soon forget the green grasses or soft faces of the ladies that helped him in this time of need. Now he would leave them to go into the unknown.

You're too quiet. I couldn't find you.” Without warning Julia approached from behind.

What are you doing here? We said our good byes back at the temple.”

I am not here to say goodbye. I am going with you.”

Wait. That isn't wise. I'm going into dangerous situations. This journey is going to be long and I don't expect to come back here when I'm done.”
Julia found his hand and took it, “I know. But, the vision I had when I first found you was prophetic about my journey as well. When I was a baby and my parents knew I was blind, they brought me to the old Oracle before Coelia. The Oracle prophesied that I would be a great seer and that my vision would come to me. But, it would only happen after I had journeyed far and wide and experienced the world through all my other senses. When they inquired about the time of my journey the Oracle said that I had to wait for the right companion to come." 

"You think that is me? Why?"

"When I had my vision the night before I found you I was assured that my time had come. I am to help you and you are to help me. Only then can we achieve both our goals. I'm sure of this.” She could sense the reluctance in Joshua, “I also happen to know a great deal about the culture and people we are going to meet. Being blind gave me time to study under a lot of teachers. That sort of knowledge will prove useful to you.”

Joshua couldn't deny that this was true. He was a student of history, languages, and art, but cultural anthropology wasn't exactly something he worried about. He wasn't growing up to be a diplomat. Besides, having a seer along for the journey could prove useful. “Okay. You can come. It will be nice to have at least one person who will be friendly with me as I travel. I doubt many will understand what I am and only fear me.”

You have so little faith in mankind. Perhaps this journey will show you something good about man that you obviously don't see.” 

Joshua watched the boat master waving at him from the deck. “I think it's time for us to go.” he took in a deep breath and then slowly released it. 
Julia squeezed his hand, “You're afraid.”

Me, afraid. Wouldn't think of it.” he lied. 

I can feel it in your hand. You are scared. So am I.”

He gazed out over the harbor where the ships came and went with the normal morning traffic. It was a rather picturesque scene. Yet, just beyond the horizon were great epic battles being waged across lands that were stained with the blood of millions. “I'm going out into a world at war, a world that I only read about in passing stories and legends. I'm no warrior, I'm no master of anything. I'm the son of a farmer and fool of a man. Afraid? Scared?...I am terrified.”

Julia started walking with him toward the plank. “Don't worry about what you aren't today. Imagine what you might become tomorrow.”

Sunday, January 18, 2015

Curse of the Wicked Blue Djinn part 3

Part 3 of the continuing story. 



Joshua sat, cross legged, on the floor of a large and empty room. He was in the heart of a temple that housed only women. They were the Vestal Virgins, priests who served under an Oracle. Though his new friend Julia seemed to only show him kindness, he could see the anxiety in the others around him even in this place. They didn't know what he was and they feared what he might do. 

Since the moment he first saw his face in that waters surface he had hoped to wake from this horrible dream. He imagined he was still out in the desert asleep under the sun, perhaps close to death. Was this just some sort of hallucination he was acting out before he died of dehydration? Were birds circling overhead waiting to consume his deceased flesh? Could this be real? His thoughts were getting more and more disjointed as he sat waiting for something to happen. 
Finally the doors of this room opened and three people entered. Julia and another woman dressed just like her came in on either side of the oracle. The oracle was a lovely woman in fine garments befitting her role. She had a symbol drawn on her forehead that indicated her position. The other woman dressed like Julia carried a pot of some kind and set it on the floor in front of Joshua. The way she carried it with cloth between her hands showed that this pot was very hot.
Joshua gulped and waited while the Oracle sat across from him on the other side of the pot. Julia sat next to him and the other girl left the room, sealing the door behind her. The first thing Joshua noted was the lack of surprise at the sight of him. He had seen the same look in the eyes of everyone he has encountered today, except her. He wasn’t sure what this meant. 

“So, it is true, a man under a curse has been brought here. Interesting.” The woman seemed to study him.

Joshua gulped and nodded, “Yes. Thank you for letting me into your temple.”

“This is not my temple.” The woman seemed to take a little pleasure in confusing the poor young man.

Julia explained with a lot of happy excitement. “When I came to see my mentor I discovered that the master Oracle had come. She wished to see you. Joshua, this is Coelia, head of all the Oracles.”

“You came to see me personally? Why?”

Coelia calmly stated, “In good time. What is your name?”

“My name is Joshua. I'm from Egypt, I worked for the household of Potiphar the twelfth.”

"Joshua, that is not an Egyptian name?" 

He nodded, having explained this many times before. "My father is Egyptian my mother is Hebrew. I was named after her great grandfather. I am still a son of Egypt."

“Tell me, Son of Egypt, what is the story you wish to tell me, for I know there is a story in you waiting to get out.”

“Well....I'm not exactly sure what happened. I was wondering in the desert near the lands of the Ishmaelites. I discovered a fine bronze lamp hidden deep in a cistern. Inside was a being calling himself the Blue Djinn. He offered me a wish and this is what he gave me.”

“What was the wish?” 

Joshua felt bad for what he was going to say, but he needed to tell the truth. “I wished to be a great warrior so that a woman I love would love me in return. I never wished to be changed into an animal of any kind.”

“I see.” she studied him for a moment longer, considering all that he had said. Holding out her hand, palm up, she asked, “Give me three of your hairs?”

Joshua frowned but obliged. He reached up to his head but was stopped. 

“No. Three of the hairs from your arm.” 

He didn't even think about the fur on his arm, only the hair on his head. Reaching down he plucked three little hairs out and placed them in her hand. She lifted the lid of the pot, allowing some of the incense to float out. Dropping in the hairs she closed the lid and closed her own eyes. For a long few moments she muttered something that he could not understand. After some quiet meditation she slowly lifted the lid of the pot and watched the smoke rise. 

“The voices, they are speaking to me....” something surprised her and she abruptly leaned back, her hand throwing the metal lid away in an involuntary motion. The mark on her forehead lit up and a light began to flow out of it. As if she weren't in control of her own body she spoke aloud, “Boy born of Egypt, a curse has been placed on you. The wicked Blue Djinn laid upon your body the image like that of one of the gods serving Ra. The blessing received of a body well fit, and a strength unending, will also be your curse. You will never die, growing no older or weaker as the years pass on. You will not die in battle and will forever be that which the Djinn has given you. Age will not take you. But your loved ones will grow old and fade away with the passing eons. Be warned, a life like this can twist the soul and test the conviction of any who live such ways.” With that last word the light stopped flowing and she slumped down for a moment to catch her breath. 

Julia, who was overcome with fear at this outburst of magic, held tight to Joshua's arm. “Is she well?”

“I am fine, young acolyte.” Coelia answered and sat back up properly. “Retrieve the lid.” 

Julia stood up and followed the where she had heard the last sounds of the lid falling to the ground. Finding it she carefully made her way back to the Oracle. 
Joshua gulped hard and asked, “Was that all true? Am I cursed to live forever?”

“Yes.”

“Please, can you change this fate?”

Coelia took the lid and placed it once again over the pot. “No. I am just an oracle, a seer of things unseen. But, I do know how wicked magic works. Creatures in this world like the Djinn are powerful, but their power is linked back to them eternally. If he is destroyed, all his curses will be lifted.”

“So, all I have to do is find an immortal magical being and kill it.” Joshua stated rather sarcastically.

Coelia did not care for his tone, “Yes. It is the only way. And, there is more. I came here this day because I saw you in a vision a week ago. I saw your fate intertwined with that of the human race. You will accomplish great things, but you will face great hardships and tragedy as well. The forces of the supernatural that side with the mortals in this war wish to bless you and see that your task is completed so that all men may remain free of the tyranny of the evil gods.”
“Tragedy? Hardships?” He stated quietly, absorbing all she said. 

Julia seemed to sense his uneasiness. She sat down next to him again and took his hand, “Have courage, Joshua, you have a good heart and people will see that in you.” 

“How will I do this? What can possibly kill a thing like the Blue Djinn?”

“I do not have that answer. I only know that you will understand what you need to as the time approaches. Your life from here until you face your destiny will shape your actions and empower your soul.”

“Just imagine all the wonderful things you will learn and see as you journey.” Julia was trying to put a little happiness into all this doom.

He smiled at the woman who seemed to never be down and gripped her hand a little tighter. “Perhaps. First I need to find my way home and speak with my family. They need to know what has happened to me.”

Coelia stood back up, “Your destination will be home, but you will find what you seek on the journey to get there. You may stay here this night, but you cannot linger. You will leave tomorrow morning, I will see to your safe passage from here.”

Julia and Joshua stood up, him helping her to her feet. She smiled while holding his arm, “I'll get supplies ready for you, it'll be a long journey.”

Coelia bowed her head to Joshua. “Rest well and have courage. By the time you find your way home, you will be a changed man. Not outwardly, but in your heart and mind.” With that she left the room.