In Honor of ‘The Campfire Crew’ My wife called me tonight after a long, fun day spent with my daughter and in-laws, to tell me that some of the posts I have been making, were being read by many of them. To say that I felt honored wouldn’t befit the elation that I felt when she went on to tell me that they were quite pleased with the material thus far too! So lets go back to the start shall we? The book begins with a sequence of three-scenes (Which I call ‘Chains’) at the beginning. These scenes take place nearly 20 years before the actual storyline begins & the series main characters ever meet. here’s the ‘teaser’ of the books very first Chapter & Scene (which I call ‘Chain 1-1’) in Dedication to my family, ‘The Campfire Crew!’ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The Eternals of Onsol’ak™ - Volume 1 Written by: M.L. Cox © @~@~@ The Circle Begins @~@~@ @~@~@ Chain 1 ~ Scene 1 @~@~@ @~@~@ The Ancient Childs Arrival @~@~@ “Its a strange thing, watching your husband being born,” Tritiana said to the old man standing next to her. She was a vision to behold, adorned in the most intricate and ornately embroidered robes, which flowed around her like water, while she floated high above the castle grounds. Somehow her beauty was only enhanced by the oddity of seeing her held aloft by nothingness. She was just outside of the small window that enjoyed a view of the birthing inside. “I’ve imagined what this moment would be like for me ever since we gave birth to our second-born, nearly ten-thousand years ago. Yet, there really is no substitute for the actual witnessing of it, is there?” Mysh brushed a wisp of his long silver beard as he considered his answer to this query. Odd yes, yet it was the type of a question that he was prepared for, since both he and Tritiana had known of this moment, for what seemed like all of their lives. “Life is always a wonder to behold,” he said in response. Then added, “And since it is your husband that we have just witnessed being birthed, I must take my leave of you for now, to witness yet another miracle. You are welcome to stay, yet please remember not to disturb the scene in any fashion.” Tritiana had a very perplexing look on her face. She was an intelligent, graceful and timeless beauty of Ashín womanhood. Yet, she was also extremely reserved and difficult, to read at times, if not downright impossible. Mysh considered her mood at the present moment, for he knew that they were both aware of the hard times that lay ahead for this newborn child. Mysh spoke to her again, raising his voice with carefully measured steadfastness, “Do I have your word?” His sentence trailed off as he beheld the scene behind Tritiana changing even now. Hooded and sinister looking figures were entering the room from the far side from the window, where he and Tritiana were watching. Mysh knew that he would be needed before long, both here, and elsewhere. Yet he did not wish to move from this position until Tritiana gave him her solemn word on this matter. It was terribly important that she did not interfere. For if she did, his interference may not go unnoticed, in the various events that would transpire tonight. Tritiana seemed to come out of a trance as Mysh spoke to her. She had only been paying half-attention to Mysh until she looked away from the birthing, towards Mysh. She knew him well too. She knew every inch of his demeanor as well. From the hem of his finely worn, yet somehow regal gown, to the way his beard would “bristle” when his patience was tried. The years they had spent together, had given her the wisdom to know that he was being patient with her. Patient and understanding, yet he would require a firm answer from her, especially with the importance of this day, and this particular childs birth. She measured her response to Mysh, and replied in an almost automatic fashion to him, so as to avoid him knowing her true feelings at this present moment, “Yes, I’ll remember,” she said to him, hoping that he would not notice how ambivalent she was at the present moment. Mysh knew that her answer wasn’t really an answer to his query at all. She was obeying the ancient codes of honor, from a time long lost to history, and historians alike. However, his time spent together with Tritiana through the centuries, told Mysh all that he needed to know about Tritiana in this moment. He knew that she was all too familiar with the rules and etiquette of the ancient code. The code had become a reflex to them through their centuries of working together on this world. Her answer was enough. Mysh nodded his approval and acknowledgement of it, and as he turned away from Tritiana, she turned her attention back to the birthing room. The window of the birthing room through which they were looking into, was situated on the 9th story of the castle tower. Yet the two had stood there next to it on the thin air itself, without ledge or flying steed to keep them afloat, simply floating as they were, side by side, until Mysh twitched his right hands index finger, and teleported away. Moments later, Mysh arrived at another strange scene indeed. This time it was at a quaint, and rather large farmhouse which was simply bustling with activity. The farmhouse was on the outskirts of the Southern border of Myths Hearth, the majestic Kingdom of Men. Way out here in the countryside, the stars in the midnight sky above, shone to their brightest accord. They seemed to almost be welcoming Mysh as he moved towards another window, to witness an altogether different birthing. Panicked shouting almost startled Mysh as he approached the window. Inside, there were four individuals, the farmer, a midwife (who was well known for her adept hand in assisting local folk with their deliveries), his wife whom had just given birth, and their newborn son. Mysh watched as joy was quickly turning to panic. The baby had been born, yet was not breathing or stirring a muscle. “But…I felt him kicking no more than 15 minutes ago!” the farmers wife said in a panic reserved only for desperate times of war, or mothers. “Let me see him! You must be wrong! You have to be wrong… Her words trailed off as she began to slip in and out of consciousness from the whole ordeal. Mysh turned his attention to the farmer, whose face was awash with tears, that once may have been joy, yet now had been taken hostage, by the bitterness of the moment. Steadying himself as best he could, he spoke in a calm voice to their midwife, “Marian, is he……” he couldn’t finish his sentence. It was too much to bear. He simply could not find the words that once may have come so easily to him. Mysh took an unconscious step back from the window. He felt winded somehow. Surely he was feeling compassion for the family, yet he knew that this scene would find its way to a much happier, ending before the nights events were through. The sounds of the summer night surrounded Mysh. Crickets and owls, huffing horses in their stable not far away, the gentle sound of tall grass and wheat rustling in the cool breeze. He readied himself to take another look on the unhappy scene. Yet even as he took his first step towards the farmhouse, he heard the night no more. The sounds were silent, not even the breeze had any sound to add to this moment. Mysh readied himself for what he knew would come next. His robes transformed from theyre beautifully worn silver, to a stark and frightening black, accented by the red embroidery, donned by evil men from a past Mysh wished that he could no longer remember, yet knew he would never forget. These were the clothes of sinister executioners, they were of a style that his brother had made famous during his tyrannical and terrible reign, so many thousands of years ago. These were assassins garments, that bespoke a darker time on this world. A sinister time that thankfully was forgotten, as it had happened before recorded history, had begun. Mysh wore the robes well, and loathed every fiber in his being simultaneously for having to remember such a time had ever been a part of life on this world. Then, out of the shadowy darkness, cast by the two full moons against the barn, came a figure. It slithered into view, much like a waterfall in reverse. Mysh knew what this arrival meant, and what would be spoken to him, before a single word slithered off of the satanic creatures tongue. “YOUR TIME IS NOW,” the demon near-shouted at Mysh. Mysh lifted his gaze, which was now obscured by the overly large hood of his new robes. This was the hood of a coward Mysh thought, “A coward’s hood and a fool’s errand, given by a mere pawn from the simplest of hells.” The demon stared at Mysh, and was in the act of turning its attention to the farmhouse beyond Mysh. Mysh acted quickly and stepped sideways, back into the path of the demons gaze, so as to redirect its attentions onto him, and away from the already morose scene inside. “You need not tell ME!” Mysh emphasized the last word, “what my business is. You shall go back to your hole and remain there until time ends.” The creature smiled. Mysh wished that this would be the final time he would ever see such a horrible sight. Then the demon sunk back into the shadows from whence it came, and the sounds of summer night surrounded him again. Mysh walked towards the barn, as the doors opened of their own accord for his arrival. Walking through the doors did not place Mysh inside of the barn, but rather inside of a small dark room lit only by candles, and accompanied by the somber sounds of evil chanting. Mysh recognized their evil prayer from the first syllable uttered, by the other five figures in the room with him, that were adorned in identical, sinister robes. He had chosen the perfect disguise… The Eternals of Onsol’ak™ - Volume 1 Written by: M.L. Cox ©
Posted on: Sat, 28 Jun 2014 09:34:25 +0000
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