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Avalon 1.0 Neverland part 5 of 5

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It did not take long for the boys to get in position. Pan listened for the birdcalls. Duba’s came last, as usual, but as soon as he got set, Pan put his fingers to his lips and let the whistle scream. It echoed around the Shemashi camp, and then there came shouting, two tents collapsed, and fire sticks got tossed into the crowd gathered around Alexis. Several of the Shemashi panicked. They began to gather the children and run toward their own tents, and shouted at each other, which increased the confusion.

The boys ran through the crowd yelling “Fire!” in the Shemashi tongue. The shaman stuck his head out from his tent and frowned. Hog, Chodo and Shmee appeared to be frozen where they were, beside Alexis, who stood and wiped off her clothes. Then the boys melted back into the woods and Pan said, “Go.”

Mingus, Roland, and Lincoln walked toward the camp while Bluebell and Honeysuckle flew up to Alexis and spoke in English. “Come on, we have to go now.”

“I’m coming,” Alexis responded, as she picked up her medical bag. Shmee threw his hands over his eyes on sight of the Fee. Chodo dropped his jaw. Hog just looked angry, but he did nothing to interfere.

“Miss Bell,” Hog said, and Bluebell paused long enough to stick her little tongue out at the man.

Mingus, Roland, and Lincoln stopped at ten yards and waited for Alexis. The rest stood just visible at the edge of the camp. They were armed, but looked relaxed, except Doctor Procter who stepped forward and pointed at the three men by the fire who had been their guests.

“Kill them,” Doctor Procter shrieked. “Quick. Now is your chance. Kill them all—” The Doctor slammed his own hand against his own mouth as Captain Decker and Lockhart both turned to stare at him. “I don’t know why I said that.” Doctor Procter spoke in all honesty. “I hate killing.” He shook his head.

The shaman came out to watch as Alexis stepped up to Mingus. “Father.” She spoke in Shemashi and kissed Mingus on the cheek. “Brother.” They touched fists. “Husband.” They kissed in a way that made Honeysuckle sigh while Bluebell made embarrassed noises and flew rapidly in circles and back flips.

Then it got dark, or as Mingus called it, devil dark. They heard a scream, much worse than the whistles of Pan and the boys. Most of the people still in sight grabbed their ears and fell to the dirt. A frightening presence entered the pit of the stomach, and a spirit, like a ghost, began to fly in circles around the camp. It quickly built up to a speed that called up a great wind and the sea began to rise.

“Bokarus!” The shaman identified the creature and started to chant, dance, and rattle his necklace of claws and teeth. Honeysuckle, Bluebell and Alexis all got out their wands and began to zap at the sky, though the thing moved too fast to hit. The leaves in all the trees shook quite apart from the wind, and the sea continued to rise.

Pan climbed up on a boulder and shouted. “Bokarus! No!” The thing stopped screaming and paused to face the boy. It had an ethereal, ghost-like quality that frightened everyone except Pan got angry and Mingus stood at an angle to send out a zap of his own. Pan reached out to grab the creature, but Mingus’ ball of flame struck at the same time. The creature screamed again, this time from being struck, and it tumbled off among the trees to disappear in the wilderness.

“You almost singed my fingers,” Pan protested, as he climbed back down. The wind stopped. The sea receded, and the oppressive air cleared and brightened.

After it was all over, Doctor Procter pulled his wand from his sleeve and looked at it like he hardly knew what it was.

“Big help,” Mingus scolded as he walked by.

“Honeysuckle. Bluebell.” Pan called, and the fairies came right away. “You need to stay with our friends and escort them to the next gate,” he whispered. “Do what Lockhart tells you. Watch them along the sides as they walk and don’t let the bokarus near them.”

“Oh, but that is scary,” Bluebell whispered in return.

“We will do it,” Honeysuckle spoke for them both, and Pan smiled and spun around to find his boys gathered nearby.

“Come on, boys. Back to the secret tree.” Pan yelled, and he ran off, followed by the others, Ramina hot on his heels, and the Duba bringing up the rear.

It turned late, but with Alexis’ insistence, the travelers opted to stay the night in the Shemashi camp rather than risk the bokarus in the dark. Alexis and the Shaman worked it out. The people in the village kept their distance, but they appreciated the help rebuilding all the things knocked down by the boys and the wind, and they loved the bread.

“I think the bread-crackers are self-replicating,” Alexis pointed out. “I used my whole pouch but now it is full again.”

“Like the bullets,” Captain Decker said, but he said it in a way that suggested he was sorry he had not used any yet.

“And the vitamins.” Alexis nodded as she handed them out. They had missed their daily dose in the morning.

“You know,” Doctor Procter spoke up. “A bokarus is not a greater spirit. I am not sure it even qualifies as a lesser spirit. I am surprised it has taken an interest in you humans, what with our traveling with the company.”

Mingus explained, as usual. “What he means is a bokarus is not beyond elf magic. We may pose a threat to it. But evidently, the bokarus has judged you people from the future to be a bigger threat to the environment, so it is willing to take the risk to take you out.”

“Yes, I wondered why it followed us,” Lockhart said. He thought it was the same bokarus from the last time zone, and that meant it could follow them from zone to zone. “But how do we take it out? You got a good shot at it, but it did not seem badly injured.”

Mingus shrugged, so Roland spoke. “They are nearly impossible to damage as long as they remain in their ghost form.”

Boston got out her database. “Bokarus or green man is a defender of the primordial wilderness. It is catalogued here somewhere between little and lesser spirit.” She showed the chart, and Bluebell spoke from her shoulder.

“Yes, but they are scary.”

Lincoln thought what Bluebell thought, but verbalized what Lockhart wondered. “But it seems to me the question is whether or not this bokarus is the same as the last one or if we just happened to run into two of them.”

“Yes,” Lockhart agreed.

“Can’t be the same,” Doctor Procter said quickly.

“It must be,” Captain Decker said at the same time.

“It might be, but not necessarily,” Mingus danced between the two opinions.

Boston stood in the silence that followed. “Well, while you argue about it, Katie and I and our new friends are going to get some sleep. I assume we will have to leave about dawn if we hope to reach the gate in daylight.” She looked at Doctor Procter who looked at his amulet. He only shook it once before he spoke.

“Yes. Er, yes.”

Lieutenant Harper stood and followed Boston while Honeysuckle zipped ahead to open the tent flap.

“But what about Pan?” Bluebell picked right up where she left off, which was very unusual for a Fee. “He is my heart.”

“I am sure he is,” Boston responded. “But maybe you just need to back up a little and give him a chance to grow up first.”

“That is what I have been telling her,” Honeysuckle said, as they went inside the tent.

After that, the morning came quick. Hog and Shmee returned in their boat not expecting the village to still have visitors. They avoided the strangers as well as they could, but Chodo looked pleased to point them out. None of the travelers felt obliged to confront the men. Instead, they concentrated on packing and preparing to leave.

They moved as quickly as they could through the wilderness. They took a few rests and stopped only briefly for lunch; eyes open the whole way. Bluebell and Honeysuckle watched their flank along the way, but they never caught wind of the bokarus until the end of the day, as they approached the gate. Then they only heard a wailing in the distance—a mournful song, like the wail of a ghost in torment.

“I hope that thing isn’t the same one,” Captain Decker said.

“You see, Hon?” Alexis grinned at Lincoln. “You did not need to say it.”

“Sounds like you stepped on its toe pretty good,” Lockhart said to Mingus, who merely nodded.

“Here it is.” Doctor Procter did not wait for them. Boston and Lieutenant Harper took a couple of minutes to make the fairies get big so they could properly hug them. No surprise that Honeysuckle appeared as a full-grown woman, and Bluebell appeared as a fourteen-year-old.

“I’m going to miss you, Katie,” Honeysuckle said.

“And I will miss you,” Lieutenant Harper admitted.

“Maybe we will see each other again?” Honeysuckle suggested. Lieutenant Harper looked at Boston who shook her head.

“Maybe,” Lieutenant Harper smiled, and she and Boston went through the gate. Lockhart, Captain Decker, and Mingus brought up the rear.

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Monday

Avalon 1.1, a single week episode sees the bokarus back off.  There are ghouls in the area. Until then, Happy Reading

 

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Avalon 1.0 Neverland part 4 of 5

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The man shook his necklace again. “I have the bear claws, the teeth of the lion, and the paws of the wolf. I am the hunter,” he said.

“And I am just an ordinary woman,” Alexis responded with a sigh.

“I think not.” The Shaman leaned forward and touched her clothes, respectfully. “I am fifty winters and look it. You are older than you appear.”

“I am.” Again, she saw no reason to lie to the man. “Let’s see. I was born in the spring, so next spring I will be two hundred and fifty-four years old.” She smiled. The shaman did not smile. “Really,” Alexis defended herself. “My father is a goblin.” The shaman frowned at that as if to suggest she might be carrying things a bit far. Alexis dropped her eyes. “I suppose I may have counted wrong, but I tell you what; when he gets here, you can ask him.” She smiled again even as Hog, Chodo and Shmee returned.

Chodo handed her the leg bone from a deer, but it was still moist and chipped at one end. The other end looked a little dog chewed, but with a great deal of work it might suffice. Shmee handed her a stick from an elm tree. She said oak, but who was she to quibble. The stick looked newly dead instead of dried but at least it did not look nibbled. The stick looked a little thin at the tip, but about the right length, and it had something that might do for a handle. Alexis waved her hand above the stick and the bark peeled back, then she focused her magic as well as she could with such a crude instrument and waved the stick at the leather that still bound her legs. The leather separated, and no eyes got bigger than the shaman’s. He stood with some quick words.

“This one belongs to the goblins. I have persuaded her so she has promised to make bread one time for us, but we must return her to her father when he arrives.” With that, he rattled off some words about placating the spirits and keeping the gods happy before he returned to his tent, and Alexis imagined, he sealed himself in.

“Now, Shmee, be a dear and hand me my bag.” Alexis reached out.

Shmee shrieked and handed it over with his hand shaking, terribly.

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When the boys awoke, they huddled around the fire and ate what got offered. Their eyes were wide to take in the strangers in daylight. They said nothing, but Ramina sat there with Boston, Katie Harper and the two fairies, and they were using up all the words in any case. When Duba woke, the first thing he saw was the fairies and he screamed. When he saw Mingus and Roland right behind him, he stepped back and quickly let his fingers draw something like signs or symbols in the air. Mingus surprised his son, terribly, and shocked everyone except Pan. He jumped to his feet.

“Not the Praeger Defense,” Mingus shouted. “My heart!” He clutched his chest and fell to his knees before he fell to his side with his eyes closed.

Everyone got quiet except Duba. “What? I didn’t mean it.” He stepped up close. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it.”

Mingus opened one eye and grinned at the boy. “Well, as long as you didn’t mean it, I suppose no harm done.” He sprang to his feet. “So are we ready to go yet?”

“Time to move out,” Captain Decker agreed, and Lockhart made no objection. Only Lincoln spoke.

“At last.”

Once they arrived and found a place from which they could overlook the Shemashi camp, it did not take long to make an assessment.

“They are all bunched up around a central fire,” Lincoln borrowed the binoculars.

Lieutenant Harper looked through her own binoculars. “I make it about forty people altogether, plus children,” she said.

“About two hours before sundown. Time to go.” Captain Decker spoke as he cocked his rifle.

“No!” Lincoln’s word sounded a bit loud.

“This is covert,” Pan said, much more softly.

“But isn’t this like a computer program? Aren’t we covered by that Heart of Time thing? I figure it will reset after we’ve gone, or after you’ve gone. But you said if she is injured, she stays injured.”

Mingus put his hand on the man’s gun. “And that is why we don’t go with guns blasting. You don’t think I am going to take a chance on her getting struck by a stray bullet.”

Captain Decker yanked his rifle barrel free of the elf’s hand and frowned but said no more.

“I never said anything about a reset in that way,” Pan said. “I mean I don’t think it will work like that kind of reset. The information in the Heart of Time will change to reflect the truth, not the other way around. What we are living is real.”

“What?” Captain Decker and Boston both reacted, and Lockhart made everyone pull back into the forest so Pan could explain.

“My Storyteller, Glen is missing. He isn’t dead or Jennifer would be in the womb, but I can’t reach him. Everything back home on Avalon is confused, poor Alice.”

“So, which is it? The Heart of Time program resets things or it doesn’t?” Lincoln asked.

Lieutenant Harper thought out loud. “I think reset might mean the time gates jump back to the beginning point of that time zone when the Kairos dies so it can replay from the start. I don’t think the things inside the zone reset. I mean, the people that get killed will get killed again in the replay, even if they never got killed in the original.”

Pan shrugged, nodded, and shared his thoughts. “When time began, real time, Alice got drawn back to the beginning of history. Yes, she was in the Second Heavens, but she stood on a rock under a dome of air, and angel stood there along with Cronos. Alice, that is, the Kairos and Cronos made the Heart of Time together. That was when history began.”

“The rock where we first landed.” Boston swallowed.

“I, that is, Glen did not intend to go that far. The source must have had other ideas.”

Lieutenant Harper kept thinking. “So, what you are suggesting is we will be imprinted on the time zones from the beginning and for all time as far as the heart of Time recording is concerned. Whatever time we spend in each zone will become part of the historical reality.”

Pan nodded his head. “This seems utterly real to me, but maybe I am not a fair judge.”

“It seems utterly real to me, too,” Lincoln admitted.

“Mingus?” Doctor Procter questioned his friend and Mingus rubbed his chin.

“I don’t know.”

“So, what difference does that make?” Captain Decker still did not get it.

“It means if we change something here it might change all of history,” Lockhart answered. “Real history,” he added for emphasis.

“Like the butterfly effect?” Lieutenant Harper lifted her foot to look in case she stepped on something.

“No.” Pan smiled for her. “Reality isn’t that simple or that inflexible. You would have to change something serious and maybe several things to really change history. Of course, I can’t let you do that. I would send you all to present day Avalon right now if I could.”

“What? Why can’t you?”

“Well for one, Alice isn’t finished building it yet. But for two, I told you, Glen is missing, and it has repercussions all the way through history. And for three, the only way for you to get back to your own time is by going through the time gates.”

“But what happens if we screw up?” Boston sounded concerned.

Pan shook his head. “I don’t know anymore.”

“Only now we have to be really careful not to change history,” Roland said.

“What do you mean you don’t know anymore?” Boston interrupted.

Pan frowned before he turned red and yelled. “I mean, in reality I am an eleven-year-old kid and I told you; Glen is missing and Alice and everything is confused. Come on, Ramina. We have to start operation scatterbrains.” He grabbed the girl by the hand and headed toward the boys who kept back from the strangers. He huddled them up like a football team, and though Ramina giggled at one point, it otherwise might have been a youth team. They even said, “Break!” when they were done.

The boys scattered and hunkered down to move through the trees like hunters, or maybe sneaky kids. Pan returned to the others. “A bit of temporal borrowing,” he admitted. “Don’t try that at home.”

“What’s the plan?” Lockhart asked, and Captain Decker gave him a curious look, like why was he really asking this kid?

“Wait for the signal, and then come in with Lincoln, Mingus, and Roland out front. Stop about ten yards off. The rest of you keep back and try not to kill anyone.”

“What about us?” Honeysuckle asked.

“A special assignment,” Pan said in English, and watched as several eyes widened at being reminded of their native tongue. Pan started to speak whatever he could think of in English, and only got interrupted once.

“What is the signal?” Boston asked.

“You’ll know.” Pan smiled, and then continued to imprint English on the fairy minds while they went back to the lookout spot.

Avalon Pilot part II-3: Avalon

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Lockhart spoke as the door closed.  “I feel like I died.  I thought when I died I would get to be young again.”  Lincoln struggled to not throw up.  Boston looked around and grinned with all her might.

“If we died, we went to Heaven.”  Boston pointed at the castle, rubbed her shoe in the green grass and reveled in the fresh air and glorious colors everywhere she looked.  Somehow, the colors all seemed richer and brighter to her than they ever did back on drab old earth.  A field of ripe brown grain grew, not far away on her right, and a small sparkling blue river on her left flowed into the deep green sea not twenty yards to her rear.  It all felt too wonderful, and the castle, the most wonderful of all.  It looked like a veritable tapestry of colors with more spires, towers and keeps than she could count, all with flags fluttering in the cool breeze, and some of those towers shot right up into the clouds.  “I feel like I’m in Oz, you know, from black and white to color.”

“If it’s any consolation, I feel like I died too,” Glen said.  “But the feeling will pass, shortly.  And no, Boston, this isn’t Oz and it isn’t God’s heaven.  This is in the second heavens.”

“I don’t understand,” Lockhart admitted.

“Very simple.”  Glen motioned for Mister Bean to proceed.  The little one strutted up the path and the others fell in behind.  “The second heavens is my name for the place between Heaven and Earth.  It is where Aesgard, Olympus, the Golden City of the gods and all the other places of the gods used to be, including the places where the spirits of the dead were kept until the coming of the Christ, like Hades, you know.”

“This is the place between earth and heaven?”  Lincoln started to feel better.  “It must be small.  Thin like a line?”

Glen shook his head.  “Infinite and eternal as far as I know, and multi-layered, like a fine French pastry.  The isles of Avalon are called innumerable, but actually, they add up to very little compared to the vastness of it all.  Alice keeps the atmosphere and everything functioning well enough for this little part so we have a sanctuary for my little ones, and others across the various islands of the archipelago.”

“What do you mean she keeps the atmosphere?”  Lincoln took a deep breath and wondered.

“I mean the natural state of the second heavens is chaos.  It folds in and back on itself and even time is uncertain and in flux.  In order to have anything here that approximates earth and the natural laws of physics, it has to be carved out of the chaos and sustained.  Otherwise we would all be floating through an airless, ever changing and swirling mass of stuff the color of rainbow sherbet and with the consistency of something like cotton candy.”

“Hurry up.  Come on,” Boston interrupted.  She got excited.  “The Castle gate is opening.”

The others saw the gate opening but were presently huffing and puffing to get up the hill.  They paused to stare at the girl and Glen spoke.  “I’m fifty-seven, Lincoln is sixty-five, and Lockhart is sixty-eight, ready to retire.  We will get there.”

Boston frowned and ran ahead.

“I think it would be best if I let Lady Alice take it from here.”  Glen finished his thought and vanished from that spot.  Lady Alice met Boston as she ran inside the door to the castle courtyard.

“Thank you Mister Kalderoshineamotadecobean.  You did your job perfectly and brought them here safe and sound.”  Alice’s first thought was for her little one.  The little Bean grinned more broadly than a human face could possibly grin and marched off across the castle courtyard with a real swagger.  “Hello Boston dear.  It is good to see you again.”  Alice stepped up and gave Boston a kiss on each cheek, and Boston had a thought.  She spun around and saw Lockhart and Lincoln but no Glen.

“Glen?”  For all her reading and experience with the subject of the Kairos, she still felt uncertain about exactly how all these different lives of the Kairos actually worked, especially when an old man vanished and became a much younger woman, or traded places with her though time, or however he explained it.

“Yes, Glen is here.”  Alice touched her heart and responded with a very human smile.  “But not at the moment.  For now, he thought I would be best to explain.”

“Trouble?”  Lockhart picked up on something in Alice’s voice.  Once upon a time, he had been a police officer, and he still showed the instincts now and then.

“Eh?”  Lincoln originally worked with the CIA.  He had other virtues, though presently his thoughts were for his missing wife.

“If you will follow.”  Alice waved them forward and they crossed the courtyard.  They tried hard not to stare.

The yard overflowed with bustling little ones, all about on some errand or other.  Dwarfs, elves of light and dark, and others hard to categorize could be seen working and walking across the cobblestones.  Fairies and pixies of many different types and sizes fluttered through the air.  Two hobgoblins struggled with a barrel of something and tried to load it onto a wagon.  One big creature stood off in one corner, like an ogre or troll in the shadows.  The men did not want to look too close.  Boston, of course, delighted in all of it, and even clapped several times at the sights that came to her eyes.

At the back of the courtyard, they stepped through a gate and into a garden-like area.  It looked big and well groomed, but it seemed more nearly the size of a small forest than a garden.  The trees appeared to be placed randomly, like in an old growth forest, but the paths were clean of debris.

“One could get lost in this castle and wander for days without finding a door,” Lincoln remarked, quietly to himself.

“It has been known to happen.”  Alice heard, and threw the response over her shoulder.

They traveled through several buildings, several courtyards, and several gardens—all different—and came at last to the spring from which the small river flowed.  Boston guessed when she saw the naiad sunning herself.  She would have been more taken by the sight, however, if the naiad had not been lounging in a plastic lawn chair.

“Is nothing sacred?” Boston asked with a click of her tongue.

“Very little these days,” Alice sighed, and opened a door to a building which might have been called a cathedral back on Earth.  The building, a tower, contained only one room, all wood.  It looked like a construction as old as time itself.  The wood looked full of delicate carvings, the walls and floor full of intricate mosaics and the ceiling full of magnificent paintings all picturing the one hundred and twenty-one lifetimes of the Kairos, so far.  In the center of the room, there sat only one piece of furniture.  A three-pronged table held in its grasp a crystal that throbbed with a discernibly bright light.  The visitors found it otherwise impossible to tell where the rest of the light in the room came from, since there were no windows and no other visible doors but the one.  It seemed to Boston as if the building had been built around the light to trap the light inside for all eternity. Boston held her breath in that sacred space.

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MONDAY

Lockhart, Lincoln, and Boston are introduced to the Heart of Time, Roland, and Doctor Procter, and everything in Boston’s mind is lovely until the middle of the night. They have to hurry. Until Monday, Happy Reading.

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Golden Door Chapter 26 The Broken Heart, part 1 of 2

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Beth, Chris, David, and James all entered the annex room at roughly the same time. It looked much bigger than they expected for a small room off the main banquet hall in the Castle of Avalon. Then again, the banquet hall itself was a huge room, built to accommodate all the residents of a castle that was big enough to almost be a small city, with more rooms and buildings than could reasonably be counted.

The annex proved a long room, almost like a hall, with a big fireplace on one end and bookcases on the other. Along the long wall where the door was located, tapestries alternated with instruments of war, like swords and shields, long spears, and suits of armor. The other long wall appeared to be all windows, with two glass doors that let out to a stone-built balcony. Beyond the balcony, a sculpted garden stretched out to the horizon and the setting sun.

Mama hugged each of her children as they came in, while the lords and ladies of the dais went to sit at the semi-circular table on the fireplace end, though near the center of the room. When Mama went to join the dais, she sat in one of the two empty seats in the very center of the semi-circle. Everyone imagined the other empty seat would remain empty. It had to be for father, though the Kairos, Lady Alice might sit there.

Lady Goldenvein, the goblin queen sat to Mama’s left hand and took Mama’s hand to comfort her. Beside Goldenvein, her husband, Lord Deepdigger seemed deep in thought. Next came Lady Biggles and Lord Noen of the dwarfs, who spoke quietly with each other. To Mama’s right hand, after the empty chair, Lord Oak and Lady Ivy, king and queen of the fairies were followed by the elves, Lord Galadren, which is “Strongheart”, and his wife, Queen Lisel.

“Children.” Lady Lisel was the first to speak. “It seems it is time to talk with you.” She waved for them to come forward, and Beth, with a look to her brothers, came to the center of the room where seven chairs had been set up, facing the dais. Chris came with her and Davey and James, with a little push from behind, sat in the four chairs facing their mother and the table. The elders of the little ones sat behind the young people. Mrs. Aster of the Fairies sat behind Beth. Mrs. Copperpot of the dwarfs sat behind James. Professor Deathwalker of the “dark elves”, which is to say, “goblins”, sat behind the Chris. Inaros of Constantinople, the oldest elf on record, and one presently confined to a wheelchair, rolled up to sit behind David.

“Did you enjoy the day in Avalon?” Lady Ivy asked abruptly, and the children all nodded and smiled, but voiced nothing.

“I imagine you are wondering why you are here,” Lord Oak glanced at his wife and began, haltingly. He looked down to the table where he worried his hands. “Your father is fine, though fading, as you know… Lady Alice, one of your father’s future lifetimes may herself be too sick to attend…well…” He looked up to see the children nod, sadly. They understood, but said nothing, and Lord Oak looked away. He seemed at a loss for words. Strongheart, the elf king took up the telling.

“The plain truth is we need your help,” he said, bluntly, before he explained. “You see, at the beginning, when the steady progression of days turned to history, old Cronos and the Kairos got together to instill some small part of themselves in a common thread, like the threads of fate, only more so, not less. It was not yet woven, of course, because history was not yet written.” He stopped. It felt like he was giving a speech and he needed something to wet his lips.

“We call that thread the Heart of Time,” Lord Noen said, from the far end of the table.

“Think of it more like a crystal,” Lady Biggles added for her husband. “Think of it like a heart shaped crystal, red in the center inside, and glowing, like the beating of a real heart.”

“We all saw the Heart of Time,” Chris said, softly, and the others nodded. They saw it broken and knew it had missing pieces.

“Of course,” Lord Noen breathed, and Lady Biggles kindly patted his hand.

“As long as it was kept safe and beating, time continued in an orderly way,” Stongheart added.

“History is built on that,” Lord Oak said, trying to regain his place.

“Only now it is broken,” Goldenvein spoke in her chilling goblin voice.

“There are missing pieces,” Lord Oak continued.

“We must put the heart back together or things in life, in the world…” Lady Ivy interrupted her husband.

“In your world,” Goldenvein interrupted the interruption.

“…Will begin to fall apart,” Ivy finished.

“Alice by herself cannot hold life together, forever,” Lady Biggles added her two cents.

“History is in danger of being swallowed up in a confusion of time.” Lord Oak came to a stopping point, and everyone looked at the children to see if they were following along.

“I am very confused,” Beth admitted.

Davey took that as his chance. “I don’t understand,” he said, turning to the others.

“What are you suggesting?” Chris asked. He didn’t get it either, exactly, though he suspected something might fall on them.

James yawned while the people at the table looked at each other. He stepped into that moment of silence. “Where did the pieces of the heart go?”

Strongheart nodded, thinking the children were at least understanding something. He pointed at Professor Deathwalker. The others waited for the professor to speak.

Deathwalker stood behind Chris and pulled out a piece of paper. “Skipping over all the math and scientific rationale, blah, blah, blah,” he said, a comment which the members of the dais found funny for some reason. “The consensus is the pieces have moved into the future, a piece to each future life of the Kairos, whoever he or she might be.”

Golden Door Chapter 22 A Taste of Freedom, part 2 of 2

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Beth spied Mistletoe, crying, and she guessed the enchantment on her broke when she finally remembered to say the words, even though Mistletoe had not been there to hear the words spoken. Beth felt glad. She really wanted Mistletoe to be her friend, with Holly, of course, and the others who were all there comforting Mistletoe in her distress at having betrayed them.

Chris saw Heathfire and Broomwick sitting with an elf girl and thought about Silverstain. He hoped she was all right. David saw Floren sitting on a bench with a couple of older kids, and Owen and Alden sitting on the ground in a circle with some youngsters. James saw the youngsters, Picker, Poker and Grubby, and remembered they left Warthead outside to guard the gate to the courtyard. He hoped Warthead was all right, but then something definitely felt wrong. Picker, Poker and especially Grubby were quiet and behaving. Before he could voice his concern, they were all out the door and the door slammed shut behind them.

Several marines stood and pointed their rifles at the group. “You are under arrest,” the captain said. “You are surrounded, and my men have orders to shoot if you give any trouble.” He pointed out two machine guns set up on the perimeter where they pointed down on the courtyard. “Sit and keep quiet while we wait for the rest of your people.”

“Aren’t you supposed to read us our rights?” Chris couldn’t help himself. One soldier slapped his mouth.

“No telling what these men are seeing, or who they think we are,” Inaros said by way of caution, but he directed his voice, as elves can, so only the young people heard him.

Chris touched his bloody lip, but thought fast and grabbed Deathwalker, and dragged him to sit on a bench beside the wall. Mrs. Copperpot and Inaros followed the motion, so David and James went with them. Beth ran to give Mistletoe a hug, but that just made her cry harder.

“Captain,” one marine came up with his hand out. “I think it is starting to rain.”

The captain looked up at the dark sky. “I’m not surprised,” he said. “It’s been threatening since we got here.”

“Letting ordinary humans into the castle of Avalon is the last straw,” Deathwalker griped and shook his head.

“But how do we get away from them?” Mrs. Copperpot asked, and kindly did not add, “without the young people getting hurt.”

“I was thinking,” Chris spoke up. “Deathwalker and I could transition through the wall.”

“Not without a distraction,” Deathwalker said. “And that won’t help the others any.”

“You can do that?” David asked his brother, but Inaros spoke right away.

“David and I could run out before they could react, but not with the door closed.”

“We may be able to help with that,” Mrs. Copperpot said, and she turned to James. “Dear, how do you feel about deer?” James did not understand until she added, “I think a yearling with nice white spots.” James nodded, and one second, he was James, and the next a young deer stood in his place, and it tapped one front paw like it was anxious. Mrs. Copperpot quickly became a mother deer, and they seemed to come out from the bushes and stand by the door. Mrs. Copperpot even took her front hoof and scratched at the door, while James kept an eye on the marines.

“Hey, captain,” a marine noticed even as David practiced directing his voice to Beth.

“Beth. Come here right now. We need you to escape with us.” Beth looked across the courtyard and frowned at her brother, like she was not about to do what her twelve-year-old brother told her, and David should know better than to shout across the whole yard.

Inaros put some command in his directed voice. “Now!” and he made sure Mrs. Aster heard as well.

“Now,” Mrs. Aster insisted, and Beth reluctantly got up, still thinking it was her twelve-year-old brother being stupid. It had begun to drizzle, so Beth put her hands over her head against the rain and walked, slowly. Mrs. Aster chided her.

“Beth, your brothers are bright and have some good ideas. You have a terrible attitude. You should listen and pay attention to what is going on outside of your own mind. Like you should have listened to what the glorious one told you to say.” Beth felt properly scolded, but then the sky opened a little more and it began to rain.

“Marine,” the captain yelled just in time. The marine lowered his rifle. “We don’t shoot women and children,” the captain did some scolding of his own. “You two, get that gate open and let the deer out.”

As the marines opened the gate, the rain came harder. Shortly, there was a flash of lightning that lit up the courtyard and struck close. The thunder rolled across the courtyard.  People screamed and gave the appearance of panic as they stood up and ran around. Picker, Poker, Grubby, Owen and Alden were masters of wreaking havoc, but in this case, the fairies, especially Zinnia and Holly, gave them a contest. The marines were not concerned about their prisoners but determined to get them to settle down and be quiet. The captain began to look at the rooms at the back of the courtyard, under the colonnade walkway to see if they were suitable to hold the prisoners.

“Now,” someone said, though no one was sure exactly who.

Chris and Mister Walker leaned back and transitioned right through the courtyard wall. The two deer created a bit of a distraction of their own, hesitating on going out until a very small Inaros and David raced by and out the door. The deer followed. Mrs. Aster shot up to the top of the wall and became miffed that she had to shoot back down.

“Beth fly! Now, hurry!” Beth stared at the fairies in their distress. Even as her feet left the ground, it took another second for the words to penetrate. Then she glanced quickly at the marines and flew as fast as she could. One marine saw and took a shot, and fortunately missed as Beth topped the wall and raced out into the garden beyond, which proved more like a little forest. She did not get far, however, before Mrs. Aster really yelled at her.

“That is three times you have not been paying attention. You need to start paying attention to what is going on before you get everyone killed.” They reached the others, and the others heard. “Being a teenage girl is absolutely no excuse. You need to listen to your brothers and listen to your elders and keep up before you have everyone’s blood on your hands.” Mrs. Aster really steamed.

“I’m sorry,” Beth said to the fairy. “I’m sorry,” she told everyone else. “It’s just everything is so new and strange and different. It is not what I expected. I can’t keep up.” She began to cry, and Mrs. Aster looked to bite her tongue, like she wanted to say tears were no excuse and did not make anything better. But Chris stepped up to hug his sister.

“Okay. I’m stubborn and stupid,” he admitted the part he had not told his mother.

Then David was not about to miss out on a hug. And finally, James came up and tugged on Beth’s sleeve.

“We need to go,” James said.

“Young James is right,” Mrs. Copperpot agreed.

“Yes,” Inaros said, with a look to the sky, though all he could see was tree branches. “It is raining harder. We have temporary shelter under the trees, but it is beginning to come in torrents.”

“Well,” Deathwalker clapped his hands while Beth wiped her eyes. “We appear to have no choice. We must go to the tower.”

“We must do what we can,” Mrs. Aster agreed, reluctantly.

“Before the whole island reverts to the natural chaos of the second heavens,” Inaros said, and Mrs. Aster looked at him like she was not going to say that part.

They started to walk, and James spoke. “You mean we have to face—”

“Don’t say her name,” Mrs. Copperpot interrupted. “You say her name and she will hear us and know where we are and where we are going.”

James held his tongue, but David heard enough to worry.

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MONDAY

Beth, Chris, David, and James, together again, enter the tower where the Heart of Time is kept. They must confront Ashtoreth. Monday. Until then, Happy Reading.

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Golden Door Chapter 20 Beth Above It All, part 2 of 2

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It did not rain in the castle. Beth could see out the door that it still rained buckets outside, but in the castle, even in the open courtyard where they hid, there was not a drop. The sky still looked dark and dreary overhead, and she thought she saw some lightning up top, but she heard no thunder and felt no rain.

“What happened to the rain?” Beth interrupted the argument.

“There’s a bubble around the castle keeping out the worst of the collapse,” Mrs. Aster said in nearly her normal voice. “Come on.” She took Beth’s hand again and pulled her to a colonnade at the side of the yard where they could walk quietly in the shadows.

“Where are we going?” Beth asked.

“I thought we should first find my father,” Mistletoe whispered in Beth’s ear. “But apparently our first duty is to free the prisoners from the dungeon. Ow.”

Holly had slapped her sister’s nose when Mistletoe got too close to Beth’s ear. “I’m sitting here, if you don’t mind.” Holly grabbed two clumps of Beth’s wet hair and stood.

“Oh!” Mistletoe sounded perturbed. “Why don’t you get big and use your own feet like the rest of us.” Beth felt the back-and-forth wiggle Holly gave in response. She had to imagine the thumbs in Holly’s ears, the fingers waving wildly and the tongue sticking out at her sister.

“Quiet.” Mrs. Aster was not interested in fairy foolishness. She was being as serious as an old fairy can be. She led them through numerous inner gates, from courtyards to gardens of all sorts, one of which looked more like a forest than a garden inside a castle. They only cut through two buildings, and that was only briefly from one door to another, though in one they had to climb some stairs. At last, they came to a wall with another sturdy gate, and Mrs. Aster repeated herself. “Quiet.” Holly had been whispering about the scenery. Daffodil, Zinnia, and Hyacinth all whispered. At least Mistletoe stayed quiet, though Beth wrongly imagined she was still mad at her sister.

Beth did not understand how quickly fairies could change from one emotional state to another. It seemed like their small fairy bodies could only hold one emotion at a time, and their little fairy minds could not hold on to conscious memories for long. They flitted from one thought to the next and one feeling to the next at the blink of an eye, especially the young ones.

“Shh!” Holly shushed everyone, though they were already quiet. Mrs. Aster spoke.

“This is the main courtyard in front of the Bailiff’s Tower. Avalon does not have a dungeon, exactly. But the tower has lower rooms without windows and heavy doors that can be locked securely from the outside.”

“Tower of London?” Beth suggested and Mrs. Aster nodded.

“The thing is, those lower rooms are one of the few things that exist in only one castle, in a sense. After we arrive, we will find ourselves in the Land Castle and no longer in the Castle in the Sky. Beth nodded though she did not understand, exactly. Mrs. Aster pulled her wand out again, and this time she tapped twice and paused before she tapped once more on the door. The lock turned.

It proved a big cobblestone court with benches here and there, and a water fountain in the middle which had been turned on. Beth thought that odd. She saw more than enough water pouring down outside the castle bubble. They took a few steps. Everything seemed quiet until they were all in the yard and committed. Two dozen fairies flew in to surround them, changed to their big form, and held out their swords and sharp looking spears. Several held bows with arrows ready.

“You are all under arrest.” The fairy that stood between them and the tower door spoke.

“Lord Oak,” Mrs. Aster named the speaker.

“Father,” Mistletoe said, and smiled. She stepped away from the group and toward her father. She kissed him on the cheek before she spoke again. “The Kairos’ daughter, just like I promised.”

“My good daughter.” The man returned her kiss and turned to his troops while Holly stayed hidden in Beth’s drying hair and whispered in Beth’s ear.

“Mistletoe, betrayers! Mistletraitor!”

“Bring the human girl and old Mrs. Aster.” The man still spoke. “Half of you men stay here with Mistletoe to guard the rebellious fee. I’ll decide their punishment later.” He turned to his daughter. “These two will go to the dungeon with the others. You don’t mind keeping an eye on your friends until I get back. Do you?”

“Father.” Mistletoe smiled for him. “I could never be friends with traitors.”

Mrs. Aster whispered in Beth’s other ear. “Now would be a good time to say what angel told you to say.”

“What was that?” Beth asked.

“Didn’t the angel give you some words to speak?”

“Not that I can remember.”

“Move them,” Lord Oak said, and Beth found the butt end of a spear shove her from behind.

“Beth. You must remember for yourself. I can’t say the words. It won’t work if I say the words.”

Beth and Mrs. Aster stepped inside the tower and got driven to the stairs where they began the long descent to the basement level. Beth thought hard. “I know the angel said a number of things, but I don’t remember him saying anything special.”

“I do,” Mrs. Aster said. “I was hovering over Mister Deathwalker’s shoulder, listening. I distinctly heard the angel say, “Tell them Angel said…” But that is all I heard.”

Before Beth could answer, they came to a large open space, a wide landing where three great halls went in three directions while the stairs continued down. A goblin stood at the top of the stairs, and Beth would have been deathly afraid to look at it if Mrs. Aster had not just reminded her of Mister Deathwalker.

“If you are coming to help free the queens, you must hurry,” the goblin spoke in a voice that sent chills through Beth’s body, wherever the chills felt like going, but Beth ignored them as she shouted her response.

“They are enchanted. Run!”

The goblin was not slow. He saw the spears and the swords come out and ran down the next set of stairs, shouting.

“Traitors ahead of us,” Lord Oak said. “Be on your guard.” Beth and Mrs. Aster were shoved to the rear while Lord Oak and a half-dozen fee started down the stairs their weapons ready.

“Beth. You have to remember and say the words to make the magic work,” Mrs. Aster whispered sharply before a guard pushed her with a word.

“Quiet.”

At the next landing, the goblins were waiting in the hallways surrounding the landing, hidden in doorways and behind the tables and tapestries. The fairies stopped on the stairs when an arrow struck the bottom step.

“Oak!” A voice rang out in the hall. “We should not be fighting each other.”

“Deepdigger, I give no quarter to traitors.” Lord Oak kept his men up the steps where they argued about how to get past the enemy. The fairies could get small and fly faster than the goblins could react but getting Beth down the stairs posed a bit of a problem. Lord Oak wanted to keep them talking while they thought. “What have you to say for yourself?”

Instead of Deepdigger’s voice, Christopher’s voice rang out loud and echoed in the halls. “Angel said do not be afraid.”

“Chris!” Beth responded. “Ow!” She got hit on the head for crying out.

Chris’ words had no effect on the fairies, and he quickly figured the problem. “Beth. You have to say it. Angel said do not be afraid.”

“Do not be afraid,” Beth mumbled. She honestly did not remember being told to say that and was not surprised it meant nothing to the fairies.

“Beth. You have to say the whole thing, the exact words. Angel said do not be afraid.”

Beth opened her mouth and found a fairy hand in her face to keep her quiet. She reached up and found her own hand full of blue, electric sparkles which caused the fairy hand to hesitate, and she shouted. “Angel said do not be afraid.” She was willing, and now that Chris prompted her, she remembered that was what the angel told them to say.

The stairs were a dangerous place to say those words. Several fairies fell to their knees. Several tumbled down the stairs, including Lord Oak who moaned and put a hand to his head. Deepdigger and Deathwalker ran up, and Deepdigger took Oak by the arm.

“Oak. Oak,” he said. “We have to set the women free.”

Golden Door Chapter 16 Beth in Flight, part 1 of 2

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“But Mistletoe,” Beth said in a sudden surge of common sense. “How long will I be able to fly?”

Mistletoe was not sure. “A year at least,” she said. “More? Honestly? Probably your whole life. But anyway, it has the virtue of stopping only when your feet are firmly back on the ground. The magic won’t stop when you are still in the air.”

Beth was not sure if that sounded quite right. She remembered in the back of her mind that the little ones, as Mistletoe called them, could be tricky; but the feeling of flying felt too exhilarating to think anymore. She happily followed Mistletoe right up to the clouds.

When they arrived at cloud level, they found Hyacinth, Daffodil and Holly playing “swirlies” in the cloud. They spun around and around as they slowly fell to make little whirlpools in the white fluff. Mistletoe and Zinnia tried it once before they prevailed on Beth to try. She was flying big, of course, and she made such a whirlpool, the others squealed in delight. Beth was delighted in turn by the sound of their fairy laughter, which is known to be a powerful enchantment, but then Beth made the mistake of looking down. This did not agree with her at all, and so she began to look to the left and right instead as she tried to get her head to stop spinning.

She realized again that they were indeed on an island. She had caught sight of the distant sea on her way up, but she was not exactly sure even then if it was an island or a peninsula because there were some very high mountains in the distance, so she thought to ask.

“It is an island. The hills rise up to the mountains before falling away again to the sea,” Mistletoe explained.

There were also other islands Beth could see in the distance.

“The archipelago,” Holly said. She zoomed up to Beth’s ear to try out the word.

“The islands of the Kairos,” Mistletoe continued to explain. “No one knows exactly how many islands there are. Some fall away now and then, but there are more being added all of the time.”

“There’s Dragon Island, and Amazon Island,” Daffodil said.

“The isle of the pretty maids.” Zinnia posed in mid-air and the others razzed her.

“There’s an island for the centaurs and fauns, one for the Were people, and even an island just for horses, though the dragons visit there once in a while to keep the population down,” Hyacinth said.

“And there’s a gypsy island, though it isn’t tied down,” Holly said.

“All the islands move once in a while,” Mistletoe said. “You can never be completely certain which one is on the horizon.”

“But the gypsy island moves all the time,” Holly said.

“Like that?” Beth pointed out to sea. But no, she thought that looked like three islands moving along and kind of bobbing and weaving through the water. All the fairies looked, and all screamed at once.

“Sea Monster!” They hid in the folds of Beth’s clothes, except Holly who rushed to hide in Beth’s hair. Beth laughed.

“Now I really don’t think that monster can reach all of the way up here. Besides, it does look to be moving away from us.”

Daffodil spoke first. “I knew that.” She said, but the others laughed at her because, to be sure, she had not thought of that.

By then the game of swirlies was forgotten, and Holly started pulling again. “Come-ony.”

The next cloud up looked covered with a field of beautiful pink colored puffs, like cotton puffs died a soft shade of sunset. It looked to Beth that the girls were picking and eating the pink fluff, like cotton candy, or little pink strawberries. Zinnia came up.

“Try one,” she encouraged. Beth first looked at the fairy closely, but then opened her mouth and closed her eyes. Zinnia threw the biggest one she could find into Beth’s mouth. It did, indeed, taste a little like a strawberry, but sweeter and without the grit or seedy skin. She marveled at the flavor when she heard the word of protest.

“Hey! No stealing the puffberries. We worked hard to grow them, isn’t that right Fluffy?”

“Right you are, Flitter.” Beth heard the female voice, but she could not see who was speaking. “Hard work it is, too, so no pinching them.”

All the fairies, except Mistletoe, darted behind Beth’s back and looked like children with their hands caught in the cookie jar.

“Flitter! There’s a ground clunker up here!” The female voice sounded astonished.

“So there is, Fluffy. A clunker for sure.” Flitter responded, and Beth finally recognized the speakers. They looked like little clouds, except with animated arms, legs, and shaking heads which stuck up slightly from the rest of their cloud-like bodies. They had cute little faces too, and Beth had to try hard to hold on to a serious expression.

“We are very sorry,” Beth said. “I did not know these were yours. I apologize.”

“Well, they’re not ours, exactly,” Fluffy said.

“Not exactly.”

“But, Hey! How did you get up here?”

“Yea, how?”

“Kairos’ daughter,” Mistletoe said, as if that explained everything. Beth saw the male remove a hat which she had not even realized he was wearing.

“Oh, well, that differentiates things,” Flitter said.

“All differentiated.” Fluffy agreed as she gave a little curtsey. They were agreeable creatures, to be sure, and the fairies came out slowly from behind Beth’s back.

“Can you show us the way to the castle?” Mistletoe asked to change the subject.

“Why sure,” Fluffy said. “Just one trail up. Can’t miss it.”

“Sticks up right there.” Flitter pointed at a misty shape through the cloud. “Run right into it.”

“Plenty of puffberries there,” Fluffy added.

“Puffberries every night,” Flitter said, plainly.

“Thank you kindly,” Mistletoe said for all as the girls that already dashed ahead.

“Thank you.” Beth echoed Mistletoe while the sprites bowed and went back to their puffberry field. Mistletoe started out and Beth followed right along; but her mind felt perplexed as every encounter seemed to raise new questions. The cloud or air sprites raised a whole host of thoughts. “So how can there be a real castle in the sky?” she asked out loud. She thought of a cloud castle like she might have seen from the ground. “If it was a real castle, wouldn’t it fall through the clouds and go crashing down to the earth?”

Mistletoe shook her head as she screwed up her beautiful face. This was clearly something she never considered before.

“All connected,” Zinnia said. “The castle here and the castle on the ground are all connected.” That did not really explain much.

“You have a room here, and down below. Same room,” Hyacinth said.

“I do?” Beth felt surprised to hear she had her own room in the castle, though not surprised if her father was indeed this Kairos they talked about.

“All goes together.” Daffodil tried to explain better. Beth wondered if it would be too unsteady to make her home in the clouds.

“But not connected at the same time,” Mistletoe added in a serious tone. “Junior’s castle in the sky is also an island in the chain of islands. When you stay here, you will find it a castle on an island surrounded by sea.”

Beth looked around and saw the blue sky around the clouds, but it did not seem like water in the least.

“Hard to explain.” Holly tried very hard to be serious, like her sister, but she was not entirely successful. “Everything here folds and curves in new and crazy ways, and it is not like back on Earth.” Holly stopped and touched her head like she might be getting a little fairy headache.

“You just got to be here,” Mistletoe said. She flitted over to hug her sister which brought back a smile. “You get used to it.”

One more cloud up and they rejoined Mrs. Aster. She hovered to wait for them and concentrate on something in the distance. “I don’t like the look of the sky,” Mrs. Aster said as they started moving again. The sun was out where they were, and the clouds looked soft and white, so the others did not know what she was talking about.

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MONDAY

Beth runs into trouble but find the castle in the clouds. David finds the castle under the sea but getting in proves difficult. Until Next Time, Happy Reading

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Golden Door Chapter 12 Beth through the Mist, part 2 of 2

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Beth felt very shy in the presence of these perfect specimens of the female nature. All the same, she smiled. She felt she could hardly help it, though it came as much from relief as anything else. She could not imagine these women meant her any harm.

“I said she was nice,” Daffodil reminded the others.

“Yes, you did.” Mistletoe spoke before the others could respond, and she smiled to match Beth’s smile, but that made Mistletoe’s beauty almost too much for Beth to bear. She nearly fainted and only got hold of herself when a thought crossed her mind.

“But where is Holly?” she asked.

“I’m up here!” Holly’s sweet little voice came down from an upper tree branch. Beth looked, but she could not find the girl. “Mistletoe says I can’t show myself unless I get big.”

Beth looked again at Mistletoe with the question written all over her face. “What does she mean, get big?” Mistletoe turned to the treetop and the look on her face appeared stern. Beth’s eyes wandered down the row of other girls, but they betrayed nothing, except Daffodil, who tried not to giggle. Beth remembered Mrs. Aster and realized that these must be more fairies. “I don’t mind if she stays little,” Beth said out loud.

“Goody!” Holly shrieked and a flash of light shot out of the tree to hover between Beth and Mistletoe. Beth got a good look. Holly appeared a pretty little fairy, and more fitting with Beth’s imagination, having bumble bee type wings and being about seven or eight inches tall. She fluttered her wings with a speed too quick to see except as a blur. “I don’t mind if you don’t mind,” Holly said, joyfully.

“Holly!” It sounded like Mistletoe’s scolding voice, but Holly whipped around and faced the woman. She placed her little fists on her sides and spoke defiantly.

“Just because you’re the big sister, doesn’t give you all the say so.”

“But wait,” Beth said. “Mrs. Aster. The hippogriff.”

“We made this mist to hide you from the hippogriff,” Hyacinth said.

“Lady Alice came to us in the night and told us you were coming. We are to go to the Castle above, I believe.” Mistletoe spoke graciously. She tried to keep the seriousness in her voice, but the joy which she embodied could not be kept down. Beth looked up once again and collapsed because of the vision of loveliness.

“What is it?” Holly asked in sudden concern and fluttered right up to Beth’s ear.

“You are all so beautiful,” Beth breathed to the little one. “I feel so ordinary.”

“Is that all?” Zinnia heard every whispered word.

“Why, that’s easy,” Daffodil said.

“It is a cloak we wear,” Mistletoe said. She stepped near to lift Beth by the arm. “We hardly think of it unless we are traveling on the earth. We take it off then for our own protection.”

“It does strange things to human men,” Holly said, as she came to rest on Beth’s shoulder like it was the most natural thing. She held on to Beth’s hair in case Beth should move suddenly.

“It drives them mad with desire,” Zinnia confided, and she and Holly giggled a little like any young girls might. Beth knew then that they were the youngest.

With Beth standing again, Mistletoe took a step back. “Let me show you.” She did, and she changed in some imperceptible way, but when Beth looked, to be honest, she hardly noticed a change. Mistletoe looked as beautiful as ever which Holly confirmed with a whisper in Beth’s ear.

“Isn’t she a stinky-stinker.”

By then, the other girls crowded around. Hyacinth had already picked up a leaf of some sort and Zinnia had picked up a stick. “All right,” Mistletoe said and let her cloak come back. She reached for a flower, but Daffodil made them wait while she retrieved a little water from a nearby stream.

“Goody,” Holly shouted. She vacated the shoulder and pelted Beth with some kind of dust. The others touched her and pressed up against her with their things while Daffodil anointed the top of her head; and they sang the most lilting, sweetest tune which made Beth want to cry and smile for joy at the same time.

“Okay,” Mistletoe said suddenly. “Done.”

“Oh, yes.” Holly hovered up in Beth’s face. “Now you are very beautiful.”

“But can I take it off?” Beth wondered, thinking of what Holly and Zinnia said about the strange things it did to men.

“Of course, you have to decide is all.”

Beth took a deep breath and tried. It worked, and she could put the beauty back on as well. Then she let out her breath in a great exhale while Holly clapped in joy. The others seemed equally delighted until Mrs. Aster showed up. Then all together, the fairies dropped their eyes and curtsied, Holly curtsying in mid-air.

“Well,” Mrs. Aster said sternly. “I see you have shared the important thing with our young charge.”

“Yes, mum.” The girls echoed each other.

“And this cloak of beauty is going to take us to the castle in the sky?”

“No mum.” They echoed again after they thought about it.

“How could it?” Daffodil asked.

“Indeed!” Mrs. Aster scolded, but Beth could tell that she really liked the girls. “Beth, dear, there is nothing as flighty and frivolous as the mind of a fairy, and rather shallow when it comes to young fairy women.” The fairies all cringed a bit; even Mistletoe. “And I ought to know since I am a fairy. And I was young once too, believe it or not.” Beth hid her grin, but the other fairies all looked up with expressions of surprise on their faces. They had been responding to Mrs. Aster like a grumpy schoolteacher and never thought that she was a female fairy too.”

“Were you really young once?” Holly asked with appropriately big eyes.

“Yes, Holly dear,” Mrs. Aster said in a voice that Beth thought sounded remarkably like Glinda, the Good Witch of the North. Beth only avoided saying, “Toto too.”

“And now that we are all here.” Mrs. Aster looked around to be sure all the girls were paying attention. “We must release Beth’s wings.”

“Wings?” Beth started and Zinnia and Hyacinth reacted with the same word.

“I think she means we must give her flight,” Mistletoe explained, and looked at Mrs. Aster who nodded her approval of the explanation.

“Please get little,” Mrs. Aster added and suddenly Beth became surrounded with a troop of flitting, fluttering little ones who began to sing again, a chanting song, while they pelted her with gold dust, or fairy dust, or anyway, something like dust. Beth sneezed because they used so much of it, and she started to protest, but fell silent when she lifted two feet off the ground, and she did not even have to think a happy thought.

“Come on-y,” Holly chirped, and raced up to the treetops. Hyacinth and Daffodil were already ahead of her, and Zinnia spun happily around Beth’s head. Beth rose more slowly and Mrs. Aster stayed right beside her. Mistletoe kept back as well. Beth could not hold back the smile that came to her lips. The feeling of being weightless, or rather being able to fly felt like a heady experience. Then again, when they started to rise above the treetops, Beth decided not to look down.

“Bring her along, and don’t dawdle,” Mrs. Aster said. “I think I better go ahead and see if the way is clear.” With that, Mrs. Aster shot up and off like a rocket and Beth watched until the little fairy vanished in a cloud. It did not occur to her then just how sharp her eyes had become. She thought instead about being left with a bunch of flighty fairies. She looked at Mistletoe, but Mistletoe simply smiled at her and said nothing.

Golden Door Chapter 8 Morning Matters, part 2 of 2

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“But we only saw one castle,” David said. He tried to turn his mind from the sight of Ashtoreth.

“Castles.” Inaros underlined the plural.

“Yes, you see, this place is in the second heavens, which is not like on earth under the first heavens. Things are different here.” Mrs. Aster spoke quickly.

“An understatement,” Chris muttered, and James got a very broad grin.

Deathwalker held up his hand for quiet before he tried to explain. “There is only one castle, but four castles in a sense. It is all in how you look at it. In the same way, there is only one island, but many, many islands in the sea. They are separate islands, so you can sail to them and all the way around them, but you can also go from one island to the next without ever crossing the water.”

Mrs. Copperpot interrupted and spoke to James and to all by extension. “Most of the monsters now on Castle Isle belong on other islands, but the demon-goddess is now controlling the doors and has Avalon cut off from the Earth, and she has made the innumerable islands of Avalon leak into each other. She is using the monsters to guard the ways to the castles.”

“Enough.” Deathwalker regained the floor. “So there is one castle, but four that are one and the same. There is the Castle on the hill that you have seen. It is called Castle Perilous or Castle Turning or the Castle of the Kairos or Nameless’ Castle.” Mrs. Copperpot cleared her throat to stop the litany. Deathwalker swallowed before he continued. “Yes, it is where the spirits of the Earth reside and where the Kairos usually makes his or her home, but then there are three other castles as well. One is the castle under the earth, Castle Sidhe or the Castle of Darkness, you know, Danna’s Castle.” He paused long enough to stare at Mrs. Copperpot before the next cough. “The castle underground is where the dark elves and fire sprites reside. Lord Deepdigger is master there right now, and his Lady Goldenvein is in the dungeon.”

“He has his own lady in the dungeon?” Beth asked.

Deathwalker waved off the question. “He is enchanted. All the Lords of the Dias are enchanted, and the ladies are all in the dungeon. We think the ladies are all together in the same rooms with your mother, but who can know?”

“You forgot Lord Noen, the Dwarf King is in Nameless’ Castle and his lady is Lady Biggles,” Mrs. Aster interjected.

“Yes, and the Castle in the Clouds, the Castle in the Sky, the Castle of Light, Junior’s place is presently ruled by Lord Oak of the fee.”

“Fairies,” Mrs. Aster whispered.

“It is where the sprites of the air live, and Lord Oak’s lady is Queen Ivy.” Deathwalker nodded to Mrs. Aster and then looked at a contemplative Inaros. “The fourth castle is called the Golden Palace under the sea where Amphitrite used to rule over the winds and waves. Lord Galadren, the Elf King has been made ruler over the water sprites and mere people. He did the most to resist Ashtoreth and his punishment is to be assigned under the sea.”

“His lady?” Chris asked.

“Lisel.” Deathwalker said.

Inaros spoke. “Galadren means strong heart, and he was very hard to enchant, and Lisel means beauty, and that she surely is. My own lord and lady confined to live with the seaweed.” He shook his head.

Mrs. Copperpot rapped her spoon on the table in front of the old man. “I should say Lord Sweetwater and Lady Wavemaker might take exception to your sentiment.”

“To those it suits, dear Lady. To those it suits.”

“Anyway.” Mrs. Aster took the floor again by fluttering down to stand on the table. “We thought we might be able to liberate one or more of the lords from their enchantment and they might know a way to overcome the demon-goddess. After all, and I mean no offense, but what can a bunch of old has-bins and human children do against the likes of her, even if you are the children of the Kairos.”

“Hey. That’s right.” David sat up and looked pleased, as if two and two just connected in his mind.

“That makes us what?” Chris asked. He was going to say nothing special, but Inaros spoke first.

“Like a prince of the realm, and a princess for Miss Beth, in whose blood runs all the power of the rightful king.” He tipped his hat toward Beth.

“More like demigods,” Deathwalker said quietly to Chris and James, but he found his hand slapped by Mrs. Copperpot’s spoon. He popped his hand into his big mouth while she spoke.

“Truth is, if you don’t want to do anything, we can’t make you even if we had all of the power of the little ones on earth.”

“You’re not has-bins.” David backed-up in the conversation.

“Kind of you to say.” Inaros smiled for him.

“I want my mom safe and my dad well,” James said, quietly. Beth nodded, and Chris spoke for the group.

“We’re in,” he said.

Mrs. Aster likewise looked around the table. “As are we,” she said, and it would have been a beautiful moment if Deathwalker had not removed his hand from his mouth to mumble.

“Probably in for the dungeons.” He jumped to get away from the cooking spoon.

“Beth.” Mrs. Aster ignored the exchange and got Beth’s attention. “You are the eldest. We are first.” They all looked again at the open door and the garden-like scene outside.

“It doesn’t look too bad in daylight,” David admitted.

Beth walked to the doorway but hesitated while Mrs. Aster turned back to the others. “We’ll meet you in the Castle in the sky,” she said. They moved through, and the door closed.

“Well, Gentlemen,” Inaros said. “And the ever-blessed Mrs. Copperpot. Who shall go next?”

The thump came and the door opened on pitch blackness. “Looks like the decision has already been made,” Deathwalker said, still out of reach of the cooking spoon. “Come on, Chris.”

“But it is totally dark in there. I can’t see a thing,” Chris protested.

“Now that Holy One gave you eyes.” Deathwalker told him. “And I will admit that those creatures know what they are doing, so I would guess all you have to do is use them. Try looking at the dark in a different sort of way.”

Of course, that honestly explained nothing, but suddenly Chris said, “Wow!” in a way that suggested he saw something, and they stepped through the door together, and the door closed.

“You go next,” James said.

“No.” David immediately protested. “You go.”

James shook his head, but then the next thump came, and the door opened on a real forest scene. They saw a path through the trees, but otherwise the forest looked dark and thick with plenty of bushes and large clumps of fallen leaves at ground level.

“I think I know this place,” Mrs. Copperpot said, as she stepped up for a closer look.

Inaros put his old hand on David’s shoulder. “I think we will call it ladies first,” he said.

Mrs. Copperpot turned around. “Come along, James. At least you won’t starve.” She held out her hand. James reluctantly took it as he looked at his brother. Then he broke free and came back to give David a hug and whisper in David’s ear.

“Good luck. If I can do it, so can you,” he said, and he turned and rushed out to follow Mrs. Copperpot before he changed his own mind.

David nodded, and then he set his courage and he became determined to see things through. His face became stern and stubborn. Inaros noticed but said nothing as the thump came one more time. This time the door exposed a view that looked more like highlands. The trees were strewn sparsely among great rocks and boulders and heather of some kind for beneath the feet. Many of the trees were evergreen trees, and in all they smelled the aroma of cold stone and late spring flowers where spring came later in the highlands. David did not look encouraged by the scene, despite his determination. He hated camping out, but Inaros slipped his arm all the way around David’s shoulder and began to walk, alternately leaning on his stick and the boy.

“Reminds me of Nova Scotia where I sailed with the great Captain Hawk on the Golden Hawk.” He lifted his cane to use again as a pretend sword and leaned more heavily on David as he did. David, kind heart that he was, kept the man upright and helped as much he could.

“Why was he called Captain Hawk, because of the ship, the Golden Hawk?” David asked.

“No,” Inaros said. “It was because he had a great aquiline nose.” He used his cane hand to represent the nose with his fingers. “Made him look a bit like a hawk.” He laughed. “Elizabeth loved him for his quick wit, you know.” Then to David’s curious look, he responded. “The queen, boy. The queen.”

David looked around suddenly, but they were already outside, and the golden door had gone.

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MONDAY

David gets in trouble with a fish and James has a fine conversation with a tree on Monday. Until then, Happy Reading

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Medieval 6: K and Y 20 End and Beginning, part 1 of 2

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Kirstie

Benches and tables had been turned over all around the big house. Chairs were broken and tables were moved every which way. Kirstie thought the big room was empty at first, but she heard a sound in the corner of the dais opposite the door and saw some movement behind a table.

“Hello?” she called.

Wilam went to the door, while Inga and Erik stared at the wreckage. “A battle?” Erik asked, not really knowing. Inga shrugged as if to say she did not know, but she added a thought.

“No bodies.”

Wilam wisely peeked before he opened the door. He saw armed men in the street and marketplace, and there appeared to be bodies outside. He shut the door carefully and returned to report to the others but found Kirstie up on the dais.

“Hello,” Kirstie said, pushing a turned over chair from her path.

“Kirstie?” the word came back, a girl’s voice.

“Hilda?” It sounded like her childhood friend. she helped move the table as Hilda stood from where she hid.” What happened?” Kirstie asked as she took her friend’s hand and helped her come to join the others. Hilda began to weep so her words came out in bits and pieces.

“Liv’s men from Varnes… The king’s men… Other men… Kare.” Hilda tried to sniff and pull her thoughts together when Inga reached out and held her. “They came to the house. Thoren took the boys to your house, to Yrsa and Lyall. He said he would get help, but I think he feared the men might be at your house. He told me to go to the Witcher Women across the way. He said I should be safe there.” She began to weep again in earnest. “The women were all dead… They killed Mother Vrya…”

Kirstie picked up the story for Wilam and Erik as Inga began to cry with Hilda. “I’m guessing they went to the Witcher Women before invading Hilda’s home. She probably ran here looking for a safe shelter when they gathered on the road to attack our house.” She reached out to touch Wilam’s arm while she fought her own tears.

“What about the men in town? Where is Chief Kerga? Where are the village elders and the captains and their crews? There are bodies outside, and armed men I don’t recognize in the streets.”

Kirstie nodded and sniffed herself. “The men are at sea or living in Nidaross. They may be the king’s men, but you know the king did not send them. You, me, and the king were fighting the Swedes just a month ago, and the good men of the Trondelag are probably still there, fighting. Kare probably recruited all around the fjord. Don’t be surprised if Bieger, Lind, and Gruden are around. As for Liv… I don’t know what to think. She was a strange one when we were growing up.”

“Liv,” Hilda interrupted. “Liv is here, and her men.”

Kirstie nodded. “She got more strange as the years went on. I don’t know how she became the owner and captain of her own ship.” Kirstie shook her head.

They heard the noise from the outside. It sounded like it was increasing in volume and intensity. Kirstie and Wilam had to look. The elves and fairies of the woods had arrived and were driving back the so-called king’s men. Kirstie saw that Booturn brought a whole company of dwarfs with him, and they were attacking with hammers and axes. Vortesvin ran at the men and the king’s men scattered and ran away from the big troll.

“In here. Quick,” they heard, and Kirstie shouted as she and Wilam closed and barred the door.

“Liv.” Kirstie spat at the door. “Inga, take Hilda to the storeroom and lock yourselves in. There is one window if you need to get out.”

Inga did not argue, but Hilda kept staring, open mouthed, and was slow to respond. Kirstie called for her armor and weapons and found a couple of additions to her ensemble. Yasmina’s small cavalry-shield and scimitar appeared in her hands. She quickly handed the small shield to Erik who stood beside Wilam. Wilam pulled his sword and grabbed a broken chair to serve as his shield. Erik still had the mace he took from the castle wall in Avalon.

Something banged on the front door, hard. Kirstie looked to be sure Inga and Hilda got out when a dozen men burst out of the storeroom. Kerga, Alm, and Thoren led the way. Then the front door got ripped off the hinges. A twelve-foot hag stepped into the room, ducking her head a bit under the ceiling. Plenty of men followed her.

“How can there be a hag?” Kirstie asked. “And one as big as the one in America which was six girls combined.”

The hag answered. “You killed my father!” It was Liv. Kirstie imagined she should have been more surprised, but somehow, she knew all along. She wondered instead how Liv could be a hag without the power of Abraxas behind her. Then she got too busy to think.

She dragged the scimitar across the throat of the man that came at her. It happened by reflex. She nearly cut the man’s head off. It was Lind. She mumbled, “Two for two,” and let go of the weapon. The scimitar vanished and her battleaxe flew to her hand.

Chief Kerga and two others went at the hag. Kirstie tried to yell, “No.” but it was too late. She tried to run and help, but the Liv-hag caught her with a backhand that sent her across the room. Her shield cracked, her arm broke, and her ribs caved in all from that one blow. She could only lay there and watch.

Wilam killed Bieger. Thoren, Alm, and the others drove the king’s men back outside, but then stayed near the door. They did not want the elves or dwarfs to mistake them for the enemy. Wilam stood out front knowing the little ones would recognize him and he could turn them away. Alm stood with him.

With the room mostly empty, Liv turned on the broken body of Kirstie at her feet. “You killed my father,” Liv repeated, and Kirstie thought with cool dispassion.

Of course. Liv is a demigod, daughter of the evil Abraxas. She thought of what both Grandfather Njord and Father Fryer said when they gave her the gifts of water and fire. It will be enough. She could only try.

Kirstie sat herself up, her back to the wall. She raised her good hand and poured the fire of the sun on the hag. She gave it every ounce of fire she had in her. The hag reveled in the flames and grew to eighteen, maybe twenty feet. Kirstie dispassionately thought this was the last gasp of the titans whose blood still ran in the gods of old.

Liv roared as she busted through the ceiling and roof of the big house. Great timbers came crashing down to the floor, and one wall busted free of the structure. She roared like the sound of a hundred lions. The building caught fire and it spread rapidly, but Kirstie could not help that. She simply opened her mouth.

A fountain of water flowed from her mouth. It quickly became a stream of water, and in the end a roaring river, more than the biggest firehoses combined. It completely covered the burning hag. In the future, Kirstie swore she heard a loud Snap or Crack when the glue that held the hag together busted altogether. Kirstie remembered the Grendel. She fully expected Liv would not melt exactly like the others. She would retain some of her size and shape, but she would surely be dead. It was enough.

Kirstie smiled, knowing that this was definitely the last. She looked around at the building and knew she did not have more water to put out the burning wood. The big house would burn rapidly to the ground with her in it. She did not mind. She felt certain she was dying.

She saw movement. It looked like a man with a sword at the ready. She recognized him when he got close and spat his name, though she could hardly talk. “Gruden.”

“Kairos,” he responded, and grinned. “The Masters have determined that if I can kill you before your time, that will disrupt your rebirths and end them. Then you will not be around to stand in the way of their plans, and they can ruin the world as they please.”

Kirstie shook her head. It did not work that way. The God who knows the end from the beginning would know ahead of time the precise moment of her death. That would be her proper time, no matter what the Masters did.

Gruden stepped up to her, sword in hand, pointed down at her middle. She did this once with Captain Ulf on the field below Lindisfarne, only that time she sat up and turned so Ulf missed her. Now, she could hardly move. Her entire left side felt numb.

Gruden looked ready to strike. Kirstie called for her long knife, Defender. The knife vacated its sheath and flew to her hand, so when Gruden came down with his sword and pierced her in the middle, her knife went up into the man’s chest, cutting him in the heart, using the man’s own motion toward her to make up for her failing strength.

Kirstie knew she would not survive the cut in her belly. She would soon bleed out her life. But Gruden’s eyes went wide with surprise when Defender cut him deeply. He fell and died quickly.

Wilam braved the flames and the collapsing big house. He found her readily enough. The sword fell out from the weight of the handle. It made the cut worse, but that hardly mattered. Wilam lifted her and carried her outside to lay her down gently.

Kirstie wanted to tell him she loved him. She wanted to say, sell the properties if you can, though she imagined the survivors would move to Nidaross and abandon Strindlos. Strindlos, without Chief Kerga and without Mother Vrya and without the meeting hall to designate the center of the village would become a ghost town, like the village never existed. She wanted to tell him to take the children to Northumbria to his family and live there, but she could not breathe. Her lungs were punctured and collapsed, so she opted just to kiss him until she passed out.