Book 1:
Following the Supernatural
To get to places you feel most comfortable and free, you must follow the supernatural.
-Wayne Karlton
Friday, May 2, 2014
Monday, April 14, 2014
All Into One: Chapter 7
Chapter 7:
I was taken back by what Roth had
described. They were using us against their enemies. We were going to be
killed. I would hope no one would kill his or her friends for this. Maybe we
would find a way to get the captives their memories back and let them help us
in this war.
“Roth, what can I do to help?”
“Just come with me and we will see the
king.”
I followed the lycanthrope down the
dining hall and through a set of huge spruce double doors, leading in the
ceremony room. The throne was laden with lapis and emerald, the staff of the
king rest beside the throne and was studded with many a diamond. The king,
though, was not in the throne.
“Harriet,” Roth said to one of the
guards. “Where is King Peter? We have a meeting with him and the others. It is
imperative we get to him.”
“Asoroth, the lord and his servants
left a while ago, at least three hours ago, to head to town. The king wanted to
visit the townspeople in secrecy,” Harriet replied.
“Do you know how long it would take us
to head to town? Or are any of the Fictionals with him? I need as many of the
leaders as soon as possible.”
“It would take a good hour to get to
town, maybe forty-five if you Changed. The people have overrun the streets and
many are leaving to the other dimensions, hoping to escape The Dark Ones. And
yes, some of the leaders are down there with him.”
“Well, they shouldn’t get too far
before they are taken as well as the others. Thank you Harriet. I hope to see
you again.”
“Farewell, Roth.”
Roth made me hop on his back, giving me
a piggyback ride. We headed out the gates as fast as Roth could carry a one
hundred and twelve pound seventeen year old girl. Before Roth could stop, we
went of the side of the castle walls and floated downward.
“Where is the town?” I asked Roth.
“Just over that hill, in the valley.”
He pointed past the castle and close to the woods.
“That shouldn’t take too long should
it? Harriet made it seem as if it would take ages to get there.”
“It’s an eleven mile hike just to get
to the top of the hill. But since I have the endurance of a werewolf, we will
get to town fairly quickly, as long as we don’t get raided by the outcasts.”
“Outcasts? What did they get kicked out
for?”
“The town has laws and rules and if you
do not obey those, they kick you out and people look down upon them by calling
them outcasts or hostiles. Most prefer being called outcasts and that we do
respect.”
“Well, since we need to find the king
so urgently, we better get a move on, Roth.”
“Laura, when I change, do not be
afraid. I do keep my sanity and my thoughts when I change. Just watch out.”
Roth took a step back so did I,
thinking still about Zach and how amazed he would be if he were here. Roth’s
body contorted and awkward formations. His legs grew and bended, as did his
arms. He started to grow a snout from his face and his teeth turned sharp and
wild. Fur came from everywhere and he was back in wolf form.
“Come,” Roth said in my mind. “Get on,
we need to go as soon as possible.”
As I got onto Asoroth’s back, I noticed the sun dipping downwards and glanced at my watch. It was already four o’clock in the afternoon. We had roughly eight hours to find the king and the other leaders, get back to the castle, and discuss whatever the topic was that no one was telling me, before twilight came and The Dark Ones appeared.
As I got onto Asoroth’s back, I noticed the sun dipping downwards and glanced at my watch. It was already four o’clock in the afternoon. We had roughly eight hours to find the king and the other leaders, get back to the castle, and discuss whatever the topic was that no one was telling me, before twilight came and The Dark Ones appeared.
Roth ran up toward the hill and we hit
the woods almost instantly. The brush of the forest was dense and I could
barely see a thing. No wonder the outcasts come here, I thought to myself. No
one could see them coming.
The woods became denser as we moved
along and the sun was moving swiftly toward the horizon, making it harder to
even see a foot in front of us. We made it through safely and it had taken us a
little bit over an hour due to the harsh brush and briers.
The town was magnificent with high stonewalls
and wonderful buildings. There was a windmill that moved with such ease, I
almost fell off of Roth’s back. The town’s people were in “normal” Narnian clothes,
leggings and a cloth shirt. Most of them were milling around the market and
being inconspicuous. But there was one small group of men, and few women, that
were huddled up in a small circle as if they were hiding someone.
“There,” I pointed to the circle,
showing Roth. “There’s the king and the leaders.”
“Good eye, Laura, good eye.” With his
accent he sounded like an Australian for a moment.
“We need to grab them, twilight might
be a little earlier than usual. Dang it. I just realized that we passed through
the Warp at twilight and when we go
back it will still be twilight.”
“We can make it through. We’ll just
head straight to Zach’s. His parents are on a cruise through the EAC- the East
Australian Current.”
“Why? The Dark Ones are very near to that
spot, or at least in your world they are.”
“They like being alone and Zach thinks
that they believe him to be a burden. I don’t think so though. I think they
love him more than Melissa, his older sister.”
“That explains. Now how do we get down there?”
“We need to find an opening and pass through the crowds and
at least get to the market, we will have a bigger advantage then. Okay Roth,
I’ve been wanting to ask you this for a while now, how old are you exactly?
Your accent makes you seem older.”
“I am, you won’t believe me, three
hundred and eighteen years old. Born on February 6th, 1696 in Wales, UK. I was
turned when I was 27 in 1723. Left my family the day I found out and never went
back.”
“Wow, that’s depressing Roth. You need
more light in your world, but first, we need to get to King Peter.”
“Yes, let’s find a way in the crowd
first.”
I found a small path that led into the
stables, hoping we wouldn’t be seen. Roth found some outfits for us behind a
broom closet. We found our way from the stables out into the yard. Seeing now,
we weren’t able to see over a head in the town. The streets were clogged with
merchants, mailmen, and magical creatures.
“Now how are we to find them? We can’t
see anything!”
Trying to voice over the sound of the
town’s people, Roth said “Just head straight to the market! The king will be
there!”
It took about ten minutes for us to
just get to the farmer’s market by weaving our way through the bustling crowd.
We were still a good ways away from the regular market and it was getting
closer the seven o’clock.
“Why is everyone out here?” I ask Roth
loudly.
“I’m not sure. I think something either
very good or very bad occurred. I hope King Peter and at least Chiron know.”
“Wait. Chiron is here? Why! How! He’s supposed
to be at Camp Half-Blood!”
“He’s one of the leaders. Why do you
think he leaves Camp so much in your stories? To talk with Zeus? No, Chiron
doesn’t like the gods that much anymore. Even though they granted him his wish,
he still wants to be able to walk as a human occasionally.”
“So when he leaves Camp, he comes here? Does he use the WOP or does he travel through other entrances?”
“So when he leaves Camp, he comes here? Does he use the WOP or does he travel through other entrances?”
“He mainly uses the WOP, but when
Glenda or any of the other Patrollers get hurt or sick, he takes the Guard. The
Guard is our emergency route to everywhere. It’s not used much, but it is
needed for the Ficitonals to survive.”
“Where are the Guards placed?”
“Anywhere we can use them. The San
Queros are trying to find a way to control where our Guards lead. It has
happened once to a Roman, son of Apollo. He was on a quest when he ran into a
Guard and the San Queros took him to Chancellor Gwarmian, the Dark One’s
leader.”
“Poor kid. His parents must have hated
him so much. Who names their child Gwarmian? I mean seriously though, who is he
really?”
“Only one knew where he came from and
that person died three millennium ago. The San Queros have existed since the
beginning of time. They were close with the Elders who lived on Danu Talis.
They have corrupted everyone they encounter and make them loose their humanity
and self-thoughts. No one knows who formed the San Queros but we do know that
Chancellor Gwarmian is the newest head leader of the clan.
“Still, no one has met them and
returned sane. That is why we are all worried that they will destroy every
Fictional known to the worlds. We must protect the most important of the
Fictionals, even though we would like to save them all, it just can’t happen.”
“Well that sounds intense. Hurry up, we
need to get the king and the others.”
We rush through the crowd while getting
some ugly remarks when we knock someone down or accidentally hit someone. Most
of them I have never heard of in my books and I don’t even care if I hit most
of them.
“There he is now,” I pointed to the
market building that held the clothing materials.
“Of all places, why the clothes and not
the jewels or something expensive?” I asked Roth quietly.
“I believe I heard from a citizen that
the animal population has decreased greatly and are running out of materials
for clothes. He might just be stocking up in case they actually do run dry.”
“But why must he come and not a
servant?”
“Let’s go find out. Shall we?” Roth had
offered his arm to me and we took off even faster than we were and reached the
market stall.
“My king,” Asoroth whispered into King
Peter’s ear. “We need to have a council meeting right now and twilight is
falling quickly.”
“Asoroth, you startled me. Everyone
this sounds urgent so we must move quickly back to Care Paravel. Round the
council and we will start once we reach the castle. Careful though, the jumper
is not as well as it use to be.”
The king and his companions made there
way to the gates of the town faster than we could even get to the market place.
The king must have had some way to get to the castle quickly because the
Fictionals around him made a circle in the woods and a faun made a ring of
clovers and a warlock made some runes for a portal to get to the lily field. A
blue glow emitted from the runes and clover growth and one by one the Fictionals
went through.
I noticed some Fictionals that I knew,
there was a warlock named Harcrot from Annapolis, Maryland. A demigod who
looked to be the daughter of Athena with her grey eyes and blonde hair that had
maps and some advanced tablets. Then there were several Next-Generation Elders
who I could not name worth a flip.
Roth and I followed them into the
portal, and when we passed through, the blue glow cut out. We were staring at
the field of lilies again and the group of Fictionals had already made their
way to the circle jumper. One by one they got up to the castle and headed
toward the council hall.
“Hurry,” Roth announced to the
Fictionals. “Twilight has almost begun.”
And at that, my watched beeped,
signaling the start of twilight.
Monday, April 7, 2014
All Into One: Chapter 6
Chapter 6:
“Flying?” I asked. “Really, you expect me, and you, to fly up to the castle? Gosh, it’s a wonder you are not in asylum.”
“I’m guessing you have no clue where we are and what castle this is, do you? Hint, it’s Care Paravel.”
Holy klunk. We were really in Narnia.
“I know what you’re thinking,” Roth said. “Narnia isn’t real, can’t be real. But think again. We are in Narnia, the Fictional’s Homestead.”
“But, but. . .” was all I could muster from all the shock that went through me.
“Are you ready to head up?”
I could only nod. I hadn’t realized it, but my mouth was wide open. “The real question is, why wouldn’t I be ready?”
“Then up we go.”
Roth led us to a patch of purple lilies and said, “Jump, that’s all it requires of you.”
“It? You mean the castle? Man, get some real friends.” I retort.
“I have plenty of friends, thank you very much, now get on and jump. It’s a lot of fun trust me. It took my pack two days to just step on the lilies. For some reason they don’t trust me even though I am their leader.”
“That seems to suck.” After I replied with that I step on the field of lilies and jump. The sensation of, this so called “flying”, was probably the best feeling I most likely have ever felt. My body felt like it was weightless, with no pressures on me what so ever. I never wanted to leave this spot, ever.
When I reached the castle, I didn’t know what to do and I started to fall again. I’m not sure, but I might have screamed. I was falling but it was a slow fall, as if I were just floating downward.
“Asoroth! What am I supposed to do?” I screamed down to Roth.
“Just fall again!” He screamed back.
“How?”
“Just forget you’re in the air! You’ll fall straight down!”
“Okay!”
As I fell through the air, I was trying to think of Zach. His tan, Portuguese skin with his hazel eyes. And his stomach, oh his washboard tummy was so amazing. I remember one time this past summer, when we went to the beach, Zach had dove into the ocean and got stung by a jellyfish. And all I could think about was he just being there. I always have loved Zach, and I don’t think he ever knew that I did. But maybe he will see through that veil of his.
I hit something hard, it didn’t hurt, but it was firm. Roth caught me and set me down outside the ring of lilies.
“Okay, next time look for the ledge and grab onto that.”
“You probably should have mention BEFORE I jumped!”
“Well now you know. Now jump again and land on the ledge and no where else.”
“Fine.” I went back to the lilies and jumped. The feeling was again sensational and I got to the top and found the ledge. I grabbed on and found notches in the stone as handholds. I saw Roth climbing on the left of me and he stood up and walked toward me, still holding onto the ledge.
“Here, let me help you,” Roth says as he walks towards me.
“Thanks. Uff. Ouch, do you how to be gentle?” I say grouchily.
“Eh, not really.”
“Whatever. Let’s go meet these Fictionals.”
“First we need to find a guard and tell them we’re here, or else we will get thrown out and we won’t float down this time.”
“Rough much?” I ask sarcastically.
“Actually, compared to what they do in Idris and Camp Jupiter, no. Just stick with me, Laura, and you’ll be fine.”
“Wait, so you are saying that both of those exist?
“Absolutely. And you say you know about everyone and their secrets, I’m guessing?”
“Mostly, yeah. But not everyone. I don’t even remember hearing about you in my books.”
“I tried as hard as possible to get away from the Followers, the ones you call authors. They would follow everyone, and everyone knew that they were there but they had no clue who or what they were doing. Most ignored them but some found ways to enter the protagonist’s brain, and thus, first person writing.”
“You know, I have had that thought for the longest time then I thought that it was just a stupid idea, and no one believed me anyway so it was a waste of time to give it any thought. But now that it’s true, suck it my fellow classmates!”
“Haha. No wonder teenagers are good for company.”
“Especially the women.”
“Especially.”
We saw the guard at that moment. He was wearing scarlet robes, kind of in the form of a toga, but more of a tight fit. He was holding a lance and its tip seemed to glow blue with energy.
“Roth, long time no see! Oh and who is this lovely lady?”
“She is the One, the real one.”
“Well I’ll be darned. They found you and kept you alive, for the most part.”
“What is that sup-“
“Never mind him, Laura, let’s keep moving. Thanks Whitmore.”
Roth hurried us out of the guard’s way into a corridor with rooms on every left and right. By the looks of it, they were occupied. The doors were draped in fabrics of all sorts most were blue, though I didn’t know why.
“What do the colors represent, and what did Whitmore mean by for the most part?” Roth flinched when I finished that question.
“Like I said, do not worry about it,” His welsh accent being very pronounced.
“Well, too bad. I’m worrying. Tell me what he meant!”
“Good things never occur to those who are the heroes. You should know that of all people. So be aware that not-so-good things will happen to you, Laura.” Roth said sincerely.
I kept my mouth shut after that, hoping to just remember Zach and my mom. My dad was never really around, so I didn’t have a great connection with him.
As we walked down the corridor, I noticed people in rags and others in what seemed like royalty outfits.
“How could the king just send us here and make nothing out of this for us!” I heard a Royal say.
“Well, he sure has me excited for tonight, says he has a huge surprise. But he seemed unsure whether it was a good or bad surprise though. So be wary of him,” another Royal says back to the first.
“Shiral, the king is a coward, of course he will be afraid of our reaction to this surprise of his.”
“Hencemen, don’t you realize this is our only chance though to get on his good side for once. King Peter never liked us in the first place.” Shiral said to Hencemen.
“Well, let’s just hope that The Divine doesn’t show his face tonight, I’m already having nightmares due to the Dark Ones. The San Queros have been very busy lately and I don’t like what’s happening.”
“Laura, we need to move faster,” Roth pushed.
I grabbed Heartless Love to my chest, hoping for something normal to return to my system. Nothing came.
Roth quickly walked down the corridor and took a left through the infirmary door. He then led us down stairs that I believe led us to the dinner hall. I breathed in deeply, inhaling the wondrous aromas wafting from the kitchen.
“Roth, who were those men in the hallway?”
“Those were the king’s guests. They were, um, important people. Yeah, important people.” Roth sounded very cautious of what he was telling me.
“What are you hiding from me that you want to keep to yourself so badly?” I stopped walking and so did Asoroth.
Roth turned and stared at me. “Laura, things so indepth I don’t even know, are happening to everyone of us, the Fictionals. The San Queros are getting stronger every hour. They have most of the Narnians captive and will move to other worlds once they rid of this one. They know that this is where the Fictionals that know stuff, come here for meetings and they want them dead.”
“You still haven’t told me.” I feel like a little girl trying to get someone in trouble for taking my applesauce. I shake the feeling and continue. “Roth, let me know what I can do to prevent anything from happening to those around us, or even me.”
“That’s because I don’t know what to tell you.”
“Something, anything that will let me know what’s going on. Roth, we have already been through too much to start lying to one another. I need to know what is happening to the Fictionals.”
“The Dark Ones started with the Talmarines. They have taken most of them captive and will continue with the other Narnians. From what I’ve heard, they will continue to take us and use us against the other Fictionals by giving them the Swipe, removing their memory and controlling them. They will use whoever they take against us in order to destroy us. Fighting fire with fire.”
“Flying?” I asked. “Really, you expect me, and you, to fly up to the castle? Gosh, it’s a wonder you are not in asylum.”
“I’m guessing you have no clue where we are and what castle this is, do you? Hint, it’s Care Paravel.”
Holy klunk. We were really in Narnia.
“I know what you’re thinking,” Roth said. “Narnia isn’t real, can’t be real. But think again. We are in Narnia, the Fictional’s Homestead.”
“But, but. . .” was all I could muster from all the shock that went through me.
“Are you ready to head up?”
I could only nod. I hadn’t realized it, but my mouth was wide open. “The real question is, why wouldn’t I be ready?”
“Then up we go.”
Roth led us to a patch of purple lilies and said, “Jump, that’s all it requires of you.”
“It? You mean the castle? Man, get some real friends.” I retort.
“I have plenty of friends, thank you very much, now get on and jump. It’s a lot of fun trust me. It took my pack two days to just step on the lilies. For some reason they don’t trust me even though I am their leader.”
“That seems to suck.” After I replied with that I step on the field of lilies and jump. The sensation of, this so called “flying”, was probably the best feeling I most likely have ever felt. My body felt like it was weightless, with no pressures on me what so ever. I never wanted to leave this spot, ever.
When I reached the castle, I didn’t know what to do and I started to fall again. I’m not sure, but I might have screamed. I was falling but it was a slow fall, as if I were just floating downward.
“Asoroth! What am I supposed to do?” I screamed down to Roth.
“Just fall again!” He screamed back.
“How?”
“Just forget you’re in the air! You’ll fall straight down!”
“Okay!”
As I fell through the air, I was trying to think of Zach. His tan, Portuguese skin with his hazel eyes. And his stomach, oh his washboard tummy was so amazing. I remember one time this past summer, when we went to the beach, Zach had dove into the ocean and got stung by a jellyfish. And all I could think about was he just being there. I always have loved Zach, and I don’t think he ever knew that I did. But maybe he will see through that veil of his.
I hit something hard, it didn’t hurt, but it was firm. Roth caught me and set me down outside the ring of lilies.
“Okay, next time look for the ledge and grab onto that.”
“You probably should have mention BEFORE I jumped!”
“Well now you know. Now jump again and land on the ledge and no where else.”
“Fine.” I went back to the lilies and jumped. The feeling was again sensational and I got to the top and found the ledge. I grabbed on and found notches in the stone as handholds. I saw Roth climbing on the left of me and he stood up and walked toward me, still holding onto the ledge.
“Here, let me help you,” Roth says as he walks towards me.
“Thanks. Uff. Ouch, do you how to be gentle?” I say grouchily.
“Eh, not really.”
“Whatever. Let’s go meet these Fictionals.”
“First we need to find a guard and tell them we’re here, or else we will get thrown out and we won’t float down this time.”
“Rough much?” I ask sarcastically.
“Actually, compared to what they do in Idris and Camp Jupiter, no. Just stick with me, Laura, and you’ll be fine.”
“Wait, so you are saying that both of those exist?
“Absolutely. And you say you know about everyone and their secrets, I’m guessing?”
“Mostly, yeah. But not everyone. I don’t even remember hearing about you in my books.”
“I tried as hard as possible to get away from the Followers, the ones you call authors. They would follow everyone, and everyone knew that they were there but they had no clue who or what they were doing. Most ignored them but some found ways to enter the protagonist’s brain, and thus, first person writing.”
“You know, I have had that thought for the longest time then I thought that it was just a stupid idea, and no one believed me anyway so it was a waste of time to give it any thought. But now that it’s true, suck it my fellow classmates!”
“Haha. No wonder teenagers are good for company.”
“Especially the women.”
“Especially.”
We saw the guard at that moment. He was wearing scarlet robes, kind of in the form of a toga, but more of a tight fit. He was holding a lance and its tip seemed to glow blue with energy.
“Roth, long time no see! Oh and who is this lovely lady?”
“She is the One, the real one.”
“Well I’ll be darned. They found you and kept you alive, for the most part.”
“What is that sup-“
“Never mind him, Laura, let’s keep moving. Thanks Whitmore.”
Roth hurried us out of the guard’s way into a corridor with rooms on every left and right. By the looks of it, they were occupied. The doors were draped in fabrics of all sorts most were blue, though I didn’t know why.
“What do the colors represent, and what did Whitmore mean by for the most part?” Roth flinched when I finished that question.
“Like I said, do not worry about it,” His welsh accent being very pronounced.
“Well, too bad. I’m worrying. Tell me what he meant!”
“Good things never occur to those who are the heroes. You should know that of all people. So be aware that not-so-good things will happen to you, Laura.” Roth said sincerely.
I kept my mouth shut after that, hoping to just remember Zach and my mom. My dad was never really around, so I didn’t have a great connection with him.
As we walked down the corridor, I noticed people in rags and others in what seemed like royalty outfits.
“How could the king just send us here and make nothing out of this for us!” I heard a Royal say.
“Well, he sure has me excited for tonight, says he has a huge surprise. But he seemed unsure whether it was a good or bad surprise though. So be wary of him,” another Royal says back to the first.
“Shiral, the king is a coward, of course he will be afraid of our reaction to this surprise of his.”
“Hencemen, don’t you realize this is our only chance though to get on his good side for once. King Peter never liked us in the first place.” Shiral said to Hencemen.
“Well, let’s just hope that The Divine doesn’t show his face tonight, I’m already having nightmares due to the Dark Ones. The San Queros have been very busy lately and I don’t like what’s happening.”
“Laura, we need to move faster,” Roth pushed.
I grabbed Heartless Love to my chest, hoping for something normal to return to my system. Nothing came.
Roth quickly walked down the corridor and took a left through the infirmary door. He then led us down stairs that I believe led us to the dinner hall. I breathed in deeply, inhaling the wondrous aromas wafting from the kitchen.
“Roth, who were those men in the hallway?”
“Those were the king’s guests. They were, um, important people. Yeah, important people.” Roth sounded very cautious of what he was telling me.
“What are you hiding from me that you want to keep to yourself so badly?” I stopped walking and so did Asoroth.
Roth turned and stared at me. “Laura, things so indepth I don’t even know, are happening to everyone of us, the Fictionals. The San Queros are getting stronger every hour. They have most of the Narnians captive and will move to other worlds once they rid of this one. They know that this is where the Fictionals that know stuff, come here for meetings and they want them dead.”
“You still haven’t told me.” I feel like a little girl trying to get someone in trouble for taking my applesauce. I shake the feeling and continue. “Roth, let me know what I can do to prevent anything from happening to those around us, or even me.”
“That’s because I don’t know what to tell you.”
“Something, anything that will let me know what’s going on. Roth, we have already been through too much to start lying to one another. I need to know what is happening to the Fictionals.”
“The Dark Ones started with the Talmarines. They have taken most of them captive and will continue with the other Narnians. From what I’ve heard, they will continue to take us and use us against the other Fictionals by giving them the Swipe, removing their memory and controlling them. They will use whoever they take against us in order to destroy us. Fighting fire with fire.”
All Into One: Ch 5
Chapter 5:
“Dang it, I thought it was earlier than that. Shucks, we got to get a move on. Hold tight, Laura.” The werewolf said sternly.
“Great timing, I need the wind blown look.”
“This is no time to play around Laura, not the slightest amount of time.”
I hug my book to my chest; just knowing that it’s close to me makes me feel better.
“Roth, where are we headed anyways?”
“You will know it when we arrive. It’s part of the Fictionals, one of our mainstays. Just know that when we do pass through the time shift, time here will remain the same as we left. We can’t stay in the time shift for long, for there are worse things happening here we cannot explain.”
“Why does time stop here when we leave? I mean doesn’t all time correlate with one another, because of the sun?”
“Well, not every world has a sun, but yes, I do believe time should shift, but I guess the universe just hates time.”
“I don’t think it’s the appropriate time to be making jokes, Roth. Are we almost there?”
“We are turning the corner now. Man, I really hope that Glenda has the Warp open. If she doesn’t, we are doomed.”
“You know that your words just light up my day?” I said with as much sarcasm that I could muster.
“Laura, I don’t think it’s the appropriate time to be making jokes,” Roth said mimicking my voice, but his accent was too strong and he sounded like a kitten.
“Fine, fine, but can we please get there? I’m really excited for this even though I’m doomed to die, one way or another. That’s how most of the stories end with the Ficitonals.”
“Death is the only way our dreams can be truly fulfilled.”
“Well, Death can go screw itself. Excuse my language, Roth, I’m just a little confused at what is really happening, so don’t get all “tough wolf” on me.”
“Trust me, I understand completely. I know all of this tis really hard to comprehend, but it will make sense soon enough. We’re here.” Roth stopped abruptly, making me dizzy.
When I regained my in-line sight, I only saw a black wall in one of the cities’ alleyways. “Roth, what are we looking at?” I say imperviously.
“Glenda should have had it up already, why isn’t it up?” The lycanthrope says to himself. “We will be looking at a shimmering little spot right in front of us. It should be here momentarily.”
“Who’s Glenda anyways? I mean do you two have something going on? Is she your special little girl wolf?” I said lovingly.
“No.” Roth says forcefully. “Glenda is the head of the WOP, the Warp Organization Patrol. The name is pretty self explanatory, I believe.”
While Roth was talking about Glenda, I was staring down the alley, searching for any sign of life, and I saw none. I felt Roth tremble underneath my body. I looked over at the wall, and it was glowing a light blue and the entire wall shimmered. I was in awe at the Warp.
“Beautiful, isn’t it?” Roth asks.
“Stunning, yet pleasing to the eyes.” I respond casually.
“We better get a move on. You ready little one?”
“As ready as I’ll ever be.”
Roth backed up and gave a running start, and we were gone.
The sensation of passing through the Warp was ecstatic. It was as if I were stuck in a meat locker for five minutes, even though we passed through in a matter of moments. Roth’s body was shaking all over when we arrived on the other side of the Warp.
After I get the feeling of passing through my system, I look up to see paradise. Lush, green fields with an abundance of willow, oak, and wisteria all around. There was not a sight that did not have any flowers or any nature to it, even the giant floating castle in the sky was covered in ivy and flowers. Wait, did I just say floating castle!
“Roth! How in the world is that castle floating? I mean, doesn’t that defy every law of gravity, ever! Holy Hera, this is too much to take in. Set me down Roth, please.”
Roth set me down, and when he stood up he went back into human form. He had short brown hair and sharp gray eyes. He was gorgeous.
“My goodness, you look nice.”
“Ha ha, thanks Laura, same back here to you. You might not know it but our sight when in wolf form; everything is in black and white, and a little gray. I never knew you had blonde hair and I definitely didn’t know that you had orange/blue eyes. I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone with the color eyes you have. It’s purely amazing.
“And to answer your question earlier, the castle is floating due to the weather here. The area underneath the castle has so much pressure, the castle stays up in the air, and if you were to go under it, you would be crushed paper thin.”
“Okay. . . well how do we get up there? Or are we even going there?”
“The king and his mistress have ordered to see us, and we get there by flying.”
“Dang it, I thought it was earlier than that. Shucks, we got to get a move on. Hold tight, Laura.” The werewolf said sternly.
“Great timing, I need the wind blown look.”
“This is no time to play around Laura, not the slightest amount of time.”
I hug my book to my chest; just knowing that it’s close to me makes me feel better.
“Roth, where are we headed anyways?”
“You will know it when we arrive. It’s part of the Fictionals, one of our mainstays. Just know that when we do pass through the time shift, time here will remain the same as we left. We can’t stay in the time shift for long, for there are worse things happening here we cannot explain.”
“Why does time stop here when we leave? I mean doesn’t all time correlate with one another, because of the sun?”
“Well, not every world has a sun, but yes, I do believe time should shift, but I guess the universe just hates time.”
“I don’t think it’s the appropriate time to be making jokes, Roth. Are we almost there?”
“We are turning the corner now. Man, I really hope that Glenda has the Warp open. If she doesn’t, we are doomed.”
“You know that your words just light up my day?” I said with as much sarcasm that I could muster.
“Laura, I don’t think it’s the appropriate time to be making jokes,” Roth said mimicking my voice, but his accent was too strong and he sounded like a kitten.
“Fine, fine, but can we please get there? I’m really excited for this even though I’m doomed to die, one way or another. That’s how most of the stories end with the Ficitonals.”
“Death is the only way our dreams can be truly fulfilled.”
“Well, Death can go screw itself. Excuse my language, Roth, I’m just a little confused at what is really happening, so don’t get all “tough wolf” on me.”
“Trust me, I understand completely. I know all of this tis really hard to comprehend, but it will make sense soon enough. We’re here.” Roth stopped abruptly, making me dizzy.
When I regained my in-line sight, I only saw a black wall in one of the cities’ alleyways. “Roth, what are we looking at?” I say imperviously.
“Glenda should have had it up already, why isn’t it up?” The lycanthrope says to himself. “We will be looking at a shimmering little spot right in front of us. It should be here momentarily.”
“Who’s Glenda anyways? I mean do you two have something going on? Is she your special little girl wolf?” I said lovingly.
“No.” Roth says forcefully. “Glenda is the head of the WOP, the Warp Organization Patrol. The name is pretty self explanatory, I believe.”
While Roth was talking about Glenda, I was staring down the alley, searching for any sign of life, and I saw none. I felt Roth tremble underneath my body. I looked over at the wall, and it was glowing a light blue and the entire wall shimmered. I was in awe at the Warp.
“Beautiful, isn’t it?” Roth asks.
“Stunning, yet pleasing to the eyes.” I respond casually.
“We better get a move on. You ready little one?”
“As ready as I’ll ever be.”
Roth backed up and gave a running start, and we were gone.
The sensation of passing through the Warp was ecstatic. It was as if I were stuck in a meat locker for five minutes, even though we passed through in a matter of moments. Roth’s body was shaking all over when we arrived on the other side of the Warp.
After I get the feeling of passing through my system, I look up to see paradise. Lush, green fields with an abundance of willow, oak, and wisteria all around. There was not a sight that did not have any flowers or any nature to it, even the giant floating castle in the sky was covered in ivy and flowers. Wait, did I just say floating castle!
“Roth! How in the world is that castle floating? I mean, doesn’t that defy every law of gravity, ever! Holy Hera, this is too much to take in. Set me down Roth, please.”
Roth set me down, and when he stood up he went back into human form. He had short brown hair and sharp gray eyes. He was gorgeous.
“My goodness, you look nice.”
“Ha ha, thanks Laura, same back here to you. You might not know it but our sight when in wolf form; everything is in black and white, and a little gray. I never knew you had blonde hair and I definitely didn’t know that you had orange/blue eyes. I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone with the color eyes you have. It’s purely amazing.
“And to answer your question earlier, the castle is floating due to the weather here. The area underneath the castle has so much pressure, the castle stays up in the air, and if you were to go under it, you would be crushed paper thin.”
“Okay. . . well how do we get up there? Or are we even going there?”
“The king and his mistress have ordered to see us, and we get there by flying.”
All Into One: Chapter 4
Chapter 4:
My first thought when I followed Asoroth was to turn and run back to Zach’s. I really don’t know why I am even listening to this beast. I’m not sure of what I am supposed to do or why he even wants me.
“You do not have to call me Asoroth, most of my friends just call me Roth,” his Welsh accent sounding very strong.
“Well, I don’t think captives are considered werewolves’ friends, but I guess I can’t argue with that logic, huh?” I said as sarcastically as possible.
“I do hope you realize that you are the boundary between us, the “Fictionals,” and the real world.”
“Um, what is that supposed to mean? Is this a joke or are you, like, trying to get me killed?”
“Me? Try to kill you? Oh you mortals crack me up, but I guess you can’t be considered a mortal can you? Well, I really need you to get a move on before twilight comes.”
I hadn’t noticed it, but I had fallen way behind Roth. I jogged up to him but it felt like it had been a very hard effort at that.
“What’s so wrong with twilight?” I ask intuitively.
“Oh, twilight is the time that the Dark Ones are strongest. And no that is not the vampires but these are demons raised from Hell itself. They are bred by the San Queros, an organization of the most evil forces known to man, including Disney Villains.”
“Well that sounds very depressing in so many ways. My feet hurt just trying to catch up with you, can I ride on your back?”
“Laura, you are the most important person in the world at the moment and you’re worried about your feet hurting? Gosh, you mundies need to get some exercise in this world. Fine, you made ride on my back until we get there, but you need to tell me all that you believe you know about the Fictionals.”
“Fictionals? Oh yeah, the people in my stories. One, I do know that there are the supposive Gods of Olympus but I’m Baptist so. . .” I left that hanging there for Roth to just know that I do not really believe in the gods.
“That I do understand Laura, I really do. I was a Methodist before I became a lycanthrope. Leaving my family was the hardest when I turned, but it was for the best. I look at the pictures that I have of them every night so I don’t forget them, as if I could.”
“Aw, I’m so sorry Roth, but did you ever find out who it was that turned you? I mean did it matter to you that much?” I ask sentimentally.
“No, no Laura tis completely fine. But what are the other stories of the Fictionals do you know?” He seemed intent to change the subject though he made it seem like he did not care about his past, which confused me.
“Okay, so are there really Wizards that call us Muggles? And is there a world beyond ours that has a magical lion named Aslan?”
“Yes, and no. There are actually wizards but most of them reside in England. And there is a Narnia but the leader is not know as Aslan but as The Divine.”
“Why The Divine? Is that because he is rarely seen and only appears in times of distress?”
“Again, yes and no. Aslan is his real name but they know him as The Divine.” Roth says sincerely.
Right when Roth ended with that, my watch beeped, signaling that it was now 12 o’clock, meaning it was now twilight.
My first thought when I followed Asoroth was to turn and run back to Zach’s. I really don’t know why I am even listening to this beast. I’m not sure of what I am supposed to do or why he even wants me.
“You do not have to call me Asoroth, most of my friends just call me Roth,” his Welsh accent sounding very strong.
“Well, I don’t think captives are considered werewolves’ friends, but I guess I can’t argue with that logic, huh?” I said as sarcastically as possible.
“I do hope you realize that you are the boundary between us, the “Fictionals,” and the real world.”
“Um, what is that supposed to mean? Is this a joke or are you, like, trying to get me killed?”
“Me? Try to kill you? Oh you mortals crack me up, but I guess you can’t be considered a mortal can you? Well, I really need you to get a move on before twilight comes.”
I hadn’t noticed it, but I had fallen way behind Roth. I jogged up to him but it felt like it had been a very hard effort at that.
“What’s so wrong with twilight?” I ask intuitively.
“Oh, twilight is the time that the Dark Ones are strongest. And no that is not the vampires but these are demons raised from Hell itself. They are bred by the San Queros, an organization of the most evil forces known to man, including Disney Villains.”
“Well that sounds very depressing in so many ways. My feet hurt just trying to catch up with you, can I ride on your back?”
“Laura, you are the most important person in the world at the moment and you’re worried about your feet hurting? Gosh, you mundies need to get some exercise in this world. Fine, you made ride on my back until we get there, but you need to tell me all that you believe you know about the Fictionals.”
“Fictionals? Oh yeah, the people in my stories. One, I do know that there are the supposive Gods of Olympus but I’m Baptist so. . .” I left that hanging there for Roth to just know that I do not really believe in the gods.
“That I do understand Laura, I really do. I was a Methodist before I became a lycanthrope. Leaving my family was the hardest when I turned, but it was for the best. I look at the pictures that I have of them every night so I don’t forget them, as if I could.”
“Aw, I’m so sorry Roth, but did you ever find out who it was that turned you? I mean did it matter to you that much?” I ask sentimentally.
“No, no Laura tis completely fine. But what are the other stories of the Fictionals do you know?” He seemed intent to change the subject though he made it seem like he did not care about his past, which confused me.
“Okay, so are there really Wizards that call us Muggles? And is there a world beyond ours that has a magical lion named Aslan?”
“Yes, and no. There are actually wizards but most of them reside in England. And there is a Narnia but the leader is not know as Aslan but as The Divine.”
“Why The Divine? Is that because he is rarely seen and only appears in times of distress?”
“Again, yes and no. Aslan is his real name but they know him as The Divine.” Roth says sincerely.
Right when Roth ended with that, my watch beeped, signaling that it was now 12 o’clock, meaning it was now twilight.
Friday, April 4, 2014
All Into One: Chapter 3
Chapter 3:
As I walked through the street headed towards Zach’s house, I had the slightest feeling that I was being followed, but I guess that just happens to most people walking at night.
I was about to turn on to Anderson St. when I heard a low growl emanating from behind me. To my ears, it did not sound like a dog but something much, much larger. My eyes darted back and forth trying to decide which way I should head to get away from whatever it is behind me.
I finally decided to head for the creek behind the houses on Anderson St. The low growl grew louder as I sprinted for the creek. When I started to slow down to catch my breath, I fell on the slope leading down to the waterbed below me. I stopped myself on the hill before I landed in the water, and I saw it.
It was a wolf, a wolf the size of a small rhino. It definitely took my breath away as I watched the monstrosity stop directly in front of me, staring at me as if it were trying to read my soul.
Maybe I should scream for help, I thought. Well if I did, would more rhino sized wolves show up? “No Laura,” I told myself quietly. “This can’t be real. A wolf the size of a rhino! It’s completely idiotic!”
But what if this is real? Would all the stories I’ve ever read be true? Is there a world behind my closet? Is there really a Downworld or a city just for the Nephlim? Camps for Greek or Roman demigods? A school for the magical? Can the Immortals be real?
My heart started pounding at the thoughts. My dreams, and other’s just like mine, have become true? “This is going to be a great story to tell Zach and mom,” I say quietly. “Oh but should I even tell either of them? I mean it’s my mom and my best friend, how could I not tell them?”
Hoping he heard me, I looked up to see its face soften as if it did know what I was saying.
“Can you understand me?” I ask timidly.
Its head made a nodding motion. “I am Asoroth,” The wolf said with the hint of a Welsh accent. “I lead the South Haven clan of the lycanthropes.” His voice was resounding through my head as if he were not just talking to me but speaking into my mind, like telepathy.
“If you want your mother and your special friend, Zach, to live to see tomorrow, I suggest you come with me.” He finished.
“Why should I even believe that you exist?”
“For one, you are responding to me and all things are real, just something’s don’t want to become real to those who don’t believe. For Zach, I would come with me.”
Timidly, I stood up, and I followed Asoroth.
As I walked through the street headed towards Zach’s house, I had the slightest feeling that I was being followed, but I guess that just happens to most people walking at night.
I was about to turn on to Anderson St. when I heard a low growl emanating from behind me. To my ears, it did not sound like a dog but something much, much larger. My eyes darted back and forth trying to decide which way I should head to get away from whatever it is behind me.
I finally decided to head for the creek behind the houses on Anderson St. The low growl grew louder as I sprinted for the creek. When I started to slow down to catch my breath, I fell on the slope leading down to the waterbed below me. I stopped myself on the hill before I landed in the water, and I saw it.
It was a wolf, a wolf the size of a small rhino. It definitely took my breath away as I watched the monstrosity stop directly in front of me, staring at me as if it were trying to read my soul.
Maybe I should scream for help, I thought. Well if I did, would more rhino sized wolves show up? “No Laura,” I told myself quietly. “This can’t be real. A wolf the size of a rhino! It’s completely idiotic!”
But what if this is real? Would all the stories I’ve ever read be true? Is there a world behind my closet? Is there really a Downworld or a city just for the Nephlim? Camps for Greek or Roman demigods? A school for the magical? Can the Immortals be real?
My heart started pounding at the thoughts. My dreams, and other’s just like mine, have become true? “This is going to be a great story to tell Zach and mom,” I say quietly. “Oh but should I even tell either of them? I mean it’s my mom and my best friend, how could I not tell them?”
Hoping he heard me, I looked up to see its face soften as if it did know what I was saying.
“Can you understand me?” I ask timidly.
Its head made a nodding motion. “I am Asoroth,” The wolf said with the hint of a Welsh accent. “I lead the South Haven clan of the lycanthropes.” His voice was resounding through my head as if he were not just talking to me but speaking into my mind, like telepathy.
“If you want your mother and your special friend, Zach, to live to see tomorrow, I suggest you come with me.” He finished.
“Why should I even believe that you exist?”
“For one, you are responding to me and all things are real, just something’s don’t want to become real to those who don’t believe. For Zach, I would come with me.”
Timidly, I stood up, and I followed Asoroth.
Thursday, April 3, 2014
All Into One: Chapter 2
Chapter 2:
As I headed down the stairs, I remembered to grab my book, Heartless Love. It is story of a 16-year-old girl who falls in love but only loves him for her and not for him. The story comes from the quote by Christina Auguero, the author of the novel. I have guided my love life through this book-which hasn’t been a very big one- but it has made life a whole lot easier. “Heartless are not those who love for happiness of the other, but heartless are those who love for greed and self-indulgence.
I cannot recollect how many times I have read this book. But as I grab the book, I head straight for the door, leaving my mother still crying over the fact that Edward left Bella in New Moon: Book Two of the Twilight Saga.
I called Zach as soon as I hit the pavement. “Hey,” I said. “Can I come over and let you help me on my Wumbology? Oh, and if you say yes, then go ahead and turn the TV on to ABC Family. The Harry Potter Movie Marathon is on.”
“Well yeah,” Zach replied. “I guess I could help you but you know I only reached purple belt before I quit, but sure. Why not?”
“Okay great! I’ll be over in a little bit shuck-face.”
As I headed down the stairs, I remembered to grab my book, Heartless Love. It is story of a 16-year-old girl who falls in love but only loves him for her and not for him. The story comes from the quote by Christina Auguero, the author of the novel. I have guided my love life through this book-which hasn’t been a very big one- but it has made life a whole lot easier. “Heartless are not those who love for happiness of the other, but heartless are those who love for greed and self-indulgence.
I cannot recollect how many times I have read this book. But as I grab the book, I head straight for the door, leaving my mother still crying over the fact that Edward left Bella in New Moon: Book Two of the Twilight Saga.
I called Zach as soon as I hit the pavement. “Hey,” I said. “Can I come over and let you help me on my Wumbology? Oh, and if you say yes, then go ahead and turn the TV on to ABC Family. The Harry Potter Movie Marathon is on.”
“Well yeah,” Zach replied. “I guess I could help you but you know I only reached purple belt before I quit, but sure. Why not?”
“Okay great! I’ll be over in a little bit shuck-face.”
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