The lost dimension By Callum McGhee 1966 was a chaotic year in England. John Lennon famously claimed in an interview with the media were more famous than jesus now which caused controversy all around the globe. The Beatles had an astonishing tenth number one in a row with Paperback writer, and the their brilliant album revolver was thankfully released. The national football team won the FIFA world cup for the first time in history, thanks mainly to brilliant captaincy by the Manchester United legend that is Sir Bobby Charlton, and hatrick in the final from Geoff Hurs lead the team to a historic 4-2 victory over rivals West Germany. The UK was being pressurised by 38 African states to intervene in Rhodesia with force to overthrow Iain Smith in order to create a democratic state that we now know as Zimbabwe. Peace, love and LSD were the order of the day and you could feel the surge of change in the air. If you couldnt feel it, you certainly could hear it in the genius lyrics of Bob Dylan across the bond in America. Protests against the Vietnam war were hitting riotous highs and revolution was imminent. It was certainly a great time to be alive especially for Nicolas Harvey, a gentle man who lived in the seaside town of Portsmouth down south. Starting out in his career as a photographer, he landed a job at the Portsmouth Herald. He loved nothing more than to travel up north to the lake district, snapping his way through the enchanted forests that Beatrix Potter and Peter Rabbit once called home. It was one such occasion when the train pulled into Windermere station, he saw the most amazing thing that his eyes had ever had the pleasure of witnessing. He thought hed been witness to a beautiful apparition, but when he set food on the platform, his eyes were not deceiving him. As he floated in a trance, transfixed on this anomaly, he didnt see the telegraph pole directly in front of him. With a gun shot thud, he was out cold. As he came to the manifestation of the perfect image appeared into his sight, and he knew then that he must be dead. He whispered I must be in heaven, and you, such radiance can only be my guardian angel? a voice giggled in reply No sir, I am a nurse. I noticed that you were admiring the statue next to me, and I tried to warn you that you were headed straight for this pole. Well he responded, please, call me Nicolas madam, I owe you a drink for attempting to save me her long blonde hair fell over her brow, and she blushed well Nicolas, I would like that very much, and please, call me Beverly. From that day foreword, Nicolas and Beverly were inseparable, and within the next nine months she would become Mrs Nicolas Harvey. They setelled in Portsmouth and Beverly took a job as staff nurse at the royal infirmary whilst Nicolas stayed at the Herald. One day in November, Beverly came prancing into the modest living room, and with a sparkle in her eye and spring in her step she announced Oh my darling, I am pregnant! You are going to be a father! Nicolas did not register the news and simply replied okay my butterfly, when will you be back from aunty Martha? no, she chuckled I said that you are going to be a father! And just like that day at the train station, Nicholas collapsed in heap on the floor. When she poured a bucket of over him he coughed and splattered, and said Oh is it really true? Yes she assured him. They embraced one another in tears of delight, and thanked the Gods of fortune and favour, for they knew that a miracle was accouring, as Beverly was infertile since she had a horrific bicycle accident many years before. As the months grew colder and Beverly grew bigger, Nicolas came home from work on Friday and announced a surprise for his heavily pregnant miracle. He said that the Herald had asked him to go to Amesbury in Wiltshire the next day to photograph Stonehenge . This was glorious news for Beverly, as Stonehenge was her spiritual mecca. She felt the energy of the universe deflecting of those perfectly balanced ancient boulders, and it reduced her soft nature to tears every time she went. The next day the two soul mates got into the family Ford anglia and headed north up the motorway. A few bumpy hours later they arrived at the site of the mystery that is this wonder of the world. On the way they discussed how I could be that stones from Wales, hundreds of miles away, could have possibly been transported almost two millennia ago? Was it a sacred meeting place for religious figures? Was it a portal for Druids to travel to the ends of the country in an instant? They had a lot of theories, as most people do, but in the end they can only marvel in the presence of this ancient phenomenon like so many before. Not a tree in sight, luscious green fields rolling into distant hills, it was a cold day and Nicolas covered Beverly with his coat and helped her sit down on a rock. Quite he thought, lucky. The only people visiting. He closed his eyes and breathed in history, a gentle chilly breeze reminded him of the season, birds singing forgotten songs, distant calls of cattle and sheep. He felt at that moment that this was a landscape painted solely for him and his love, and he smiled. He got out hus Canon and began clicking away, when he heard his wife cry out, it shattered the fragile silence and he rushed to her aid. She lay at the foot of a towering boulder, hunched over in pain and a pool of blood slowly became visible. Panic stricken, he tried to help her to her feet, but to no avail. He sat, with her in his arms, sobbing, praying, cursing, begging. Nobody was there to help, just the shadows of a monument that she loved. She couldnt speak. She was dying. His family was dying. A spark, from the centre of the circle caught his tear filled eyes. He thought he was imagining it, then again, a spark. Nicholas didnt know what to think. Then it happened, like a Pharaday cage being struck with the voltage of a Tesla coil, brilliant blue engulfed them, and in a blink, they vanished. Nicolas awoke in a wooden cabin, candles burning in the corner of a dilapidated, room and it smelt of stew, but he could not recognise the ingredients. He surveyed the sence once more, wondering what his senses were doing to him. He couldnt make sense of what had just happened. He stood up off the straw bed and tossed away the cow hide blanket. It hit him like a frieght train, he screamed for Beverly and sprinted out of the room. What he saw stopped him in his tracks! There was a fire burning with a large cauldron in the middle, the source of the strange stew smell he decided. He gasped and ran towards the circle, it was his Beverly, and she was holding a baby. They embraced like never before, and she started to explain. She said that a great wizard called Eizor had thier cries at his sacred Stonehenge through a spacetime continuum, He opened the portal and pulled us through, just as we arrived, in a daze of confusion, you as usual fell over and hit your head, and you have been on conscious for six hours. I was bleeding to death, and a miscarriage seemed likely, but Eizor used some magic and herbs to stem the bleeding and save, well, I would like you to meet our daughter! Nicolas looked down, what he saw was instant love. Two magnificent blue eyes. A smile that melted him. It was his little girl. Finally. His little girl! He kissed them both on the forehead and proceeded to try make sense of all this. Beverly however did not care somehow they had ended up on Mars, as long as she had her baby. I cant believe im saying this my bitterfly, but where is Eizor this wizard I owe my life to? He asked Beverly. A trusting voice from behind a tree responded you do not owe me anything, come and eat please Eizor was 5 feet, his beard was 4 feet, and his staff 6 feet, milky green eyes welcomed Nicolas and he sat down. What is happening? Asked Nicholas intrigued and confused. Eizor responded I heard you in need and it is my duty to help others. You are in a parralel universe in 1658. This is a magical Kingdom called Calathena, and it is ruled by Magenta the great. You can never return to your realm Nicolas, as my magic will be undone and your baby and wife will surely die. Do not be afraid Nicolas, my friends and I shall protect you always. Your daughter is a chosen child. She will set us free from the evil that bestows this land by the hand of Drulas, a wizard like me that uses dark energy to control our simple people. although Nicolas thought he could really use a computer drink and maybe he hit his head to hard this time he agreed. I was away earlier looking for herbs and I told my friends to come meet our little bundle of salvation. Here they are now. Nicolas nodded. this is Vidia, she is a weather fairy and leader of all the element fairies in the land, and this is Nicolas, is Thip. He is general of the dwarf army and has the strength of 25 men. Charmed to meet you Nicolas croaked. Beverly was already best friends with Vidia and was admiring her wings. Thip brought an important question to the party what shall I have the honour of calling this little princess? Beverly thought a second and said her new grandfather saved her, so I think he should choose Eizor was flattered, there was only one name he could think of, a name of beauty and health and wonder, the name of his wife that died at the hand of Drulas. He stroked her little blonde locks with tears in his eyes and whispered Hello little Hera. Nicolas and Beverly soon grew into life hidden in a forest of Calathena, misty and magical, waterfalls and fairies, houses hidden by moss and friendships built on laughter. Hera was growing up fast. Beautiful as a pearl glistening in the surf, Thip was her guardian and he taught her everything about the forest and the land. She could hunt and survive better than any grown man. She was getting to sly for Thip now he pulled his hair our trying to control her free spirit and keep her from danger. Nicolas and Beverly spent there days painting telling night time stories to all the forest creatures about earth. Nicolas still couldnt get over the fact that the animals spoke better English then he. They soke of electricity and trains and the Beatles and rolling stones. They recited Bob Dylan poetry and fashioned a guitar out wood and reeds. Life was, bliss. Thip came storming back one afternoon, in a grump he exclaimed shes off again! Your precious princess slipped away and has gone missing! calm down Thip said Eizor. She is 18 now and exploring. She will be fine Thip shrugged and grabbed his flask of ale and had a big gulp for a little man. As night fell she wasnt back and Eizor sent out one of the fairies but she returned with no word. Nicolas and Beverly were growing concerned. Around 2 am shuffling was heard from the forest and a young man was carrying Hera. Thip raced to her before Nicolas could and the boy explained please, I was out hunting and I found this girl unconscious! Eizor immediately assessed her, decided she was okay and put her to bed what I was is your name son? asked Beverly. Eros he shyly replied. please stay Eros , thank you. Hera is my daughter Eros accepted and soon became part of the hidden family. He was amazed at the thought of helicopters and electric guitars. Hera and Eros soon turned there friendship to love of the purest kind. He was strong and respectful whilst she was vulnerable and mischievous. Thoughts of Drulas never entered into their lives until one day one of his scouts was seen nearby. A hideous looking mutant with the face of a lizard. It was to late to prepare for the attack. Drulas and his evil were there for one reason. Before anyone could do anything, Hera was taken captive and Drulas vanished. Eizor knew he was taking her to mount Zahra. He needed her blood to summon the beast for her blood was pure. It Wass 200 miles to the north and Eizor, Thip, Nicolas and Eros set off to save her. Eizor knew a short cut that Drulas did not. They had to get there before Drulas. They had to get there before it was to late........
Posted on: Fri, 12 Sep 2014 19:57:09 +0000
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