Golden Door Chapter 5 Finding the Way

“My dad is connected, somehow, to women and men in the past?” Beth seemed to have a hard time grasping that idea, and less concerned with the sudden darkness.

“And future lives, too,” David said.

“That doesn’t sound right.” Chris got skeptical.

“What light?” James asked the practical question. They all looked around and saw no light to speak of.

“Anyway,” Beth spoke quickly. “Now that we are together, let’s stick together and try not to get separated this time.”

“But which way?” Chris asked for a change. “Maybe we should make a campfire and stay here until morning,” he suggested.

“I’ve heard that earthquakes usually have aftershocks,” Beth said.

“Oh thanks.” David did not want to hear that.

“Got any matches?” James asked. “Gonna rub two sticks together?”

Chris did not answer, but he realized that his had not been a very good suggestion.

“This way,” Beth said, and if she was not going to head toward the giants, bees, or banshees, she knew only one other direction on the compass. She started to walk. Since Alice called this an island, she wondered if they could find their way to a beach. She imagined sleeping at the edge of the forest where the trees touched the sand might not be so bad as long as the moon stayed up and the stars stayed bright. Then again, the thought crossed her mind to wonder what sort of monsters might be down by the water. She tried not to think too hard about that.

After about an hour of carefully picking their way through the woods as quietly as they could, and hearing very little signs of life around them, they came to a small open area and paused to look at the sky.

“Orion.” David pointed, and then he had to explain about the three stars in the belt.

“But we’re not on Earth,” Beth objected.

“I guess Lady Alice made this place as Earth-like as she could,” Chris suggested. James was going to suggest much the same thing, but as it was, he merely nodded in agreement, which no one noticed in the dark.

“Why don’t we stay here?” David suggested. “Like in the middle of the clearing where we can watch the trees.”

“Like we could hear and see anything before it came out on to the clearing and run the opposite way if necessary.” Chris agreed.

“No, no.” Beth already set her mind on sleeping on the beach. She started to walk again, because she could not think of an immediate reason not to agree with David and Chris.

“Hey!” James raised his voice and that gained everyone’s attention. He walked to the side of the others, more in the center of the clearing, and he stepped inside what turned out to be a rather large circle of plain stones. He shouted immediately after he passed the border of that circle. In his eyes, the whole area lit up like morning. He could even see the green grass and tree leaves and the blue in the sky, though the stars were also still present.

The others joined him, but only David echoed his brother. “Hey!”

“Is this the light?” James immediately wondered out loud. Chris and Beth looked at each other and shook their heads.

“I don’t think so,” Beth said.

“But we could sleep here,” David suggested, hopefully. He did prefer to sleep with the light on, after all.

“Mmm.” Beth nodded. She would not be against the idea, and James did not seem to mind the suggestion either.

“But what is that?” Chris pointed. Everyone saw a whole series of little lights close together, flying just inside the shadow edge of the trees. They flowed slowly up and down which made them appear like a school of fish out for a swim. “The moon sparkling off dragon armor?”  Chris suggested. That was not what any of the others were thinking, but it felt a little unnerving because they all admitted it might be true.

“And there.” James pointed off in the direction from which the sparkling lights had come. A light, terrifically bright, appeared in that place. It looked like a narrow beam search light, but it stayed partially hidden behind many trees and it did not appear to be moving.

“And there.” Beth pointed in a direction just at the edge of the trees which meant that they were surrounded by a triangle of lights.

“Hey!” David protested. “How come I didn’t find one?”

“Let’s check it out,” Beth said. She referred to her own find. No one had an interest in checking out what Chris had called a dragon’s glittering neck, and the other light seemed very far away.

“Lady Alice must have meant one of these lights,” Chris said. And Beth’s light did seem the most inviting and earth-like. It had started out dim, but it looked to be slowly warming and growing stronger.

They all felt a bit of a shock when they stepped back into the night, but they had a purpose in going, so it did not shock them so badly. The light strengthened, but slowly. “Hey!” David yelled for the third time as he rushed ahead when he recognized something. He could see his own living room. It looked fuzzy, but grew clearer every moment, and David remembered turning on the light when the house got cast in the late afternoon shadows. “It’s home,” he shouted with undisguised glee.

The others jogged up, happy for a second. They had forgotten about the beasts, and suddenly one appeared in the glimmering circle of light that appeared to be slowly forming into an opening between the worlds. This time they all saw it. The creature, not a great cat and not an overgrown dog, looked more like part hyena and part bear with odd rectangle ears. It looked fast, mean, and it began to drool altogether too much from a mouth that sported the sharpest, longest looking teeth any of them had ever seen.

The children stood in shock for a moment while three other beasts came up behind the first. It looked like they were waiting for the portal to open so they could pass through and get their prey. No one had to say run. Only David, for a change, directed their course.

“To the other light!” he yelled, and they all followed. They crashed back into the woods even as they heard the snarls and howls of the pursuit begin.

“Ahhh!” Beth tripped, but she did not waste her breath cursing. James had a bit of trouble pushing through a bush. David started in front for once, but Chris caught up as they neared that other, blazing light. They heard the pursuit, but then they all saw the source of the light ahead. The golden door stood wide open, and the light, sunlight strong, streamed out from the inside. It seemed as bright and as pure white as a never-ending camera flash. Surely their eyes should have been burned, and Beth would not have been surprised if they all ended up blind. But Chris did not hesitate, and David ran right on his heels. James went across the portal a moment later, and then, like before, Beth dove and whirled around to see; except this time the door did not close.

Beth felt a presence beside her and made herself as small as she could. She saw the beasts and took a deep breath as they stopped at the edge of the light. They snarled, growled, and began to pace. Their eyes never wavered from the door and the children inside that brightness.

Then Beth saw something else. It looked for all the world like a knight in shining armor riding to her rescue. She thought of the castle on the hill and wondered about who might live there. The knight’s armor glistened in moonlight that looked more like sunlight. The valiant, glowing white horse, snorted as it charged through the trees. The lance, held tight beneath the knight’s arm, looked certain to pierce one of the beasts, if not two with one blow. Beth had to blink. The light around the knight began to grow brighter and brighter until Beth had to look away. It felt like Beth might be trying to look directly into the sun, itself.

“Begone.” The presence beside Beth spoke, and the light that shone off that glorious knight reached out and grabbed all four beasts at once. Suddenly, their angry, hungry sounds turned to baleful moans, and the creatures literally melted in the light until at last, four mere wisps of dark smoke rose up to be scattered away on the wind. When Beth looked up again, the knight had gone.

The presence moved back from the door and Beth turned slowly. She saw Chris, David, and James all on their knees, trembling, and she knew why. Somehow, in that light, she felt utterly naked, not unclothed, but in her soul. It felt like every dark corner of her mind and heart filled with that light, and she could not lie, not even to herself. Every wicked thought, every bare mistake, every intention, blessed or cruel stood wide open to examination. Even innocent nine-year-old James trembled in that presence, and David, who never imagined hurting a flea, had his eyes shut tight. At last, the words of the presence helped a little.

“Do not be afraid.”

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MONDAY

Do not be afraid seems a good motto, especially in a strange land full of monsters. Making friends is not a bad idea either. Until Next Time, Happy Reading

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Reflections Flern-12 part 3 of 3

The night creature, and one that seemed able to move in daylight, contrary to all things natural, roared. It moved slowly and awkwardly, like a donkey might move in a barnyard, as it looked her over. Flern was not fooled by the awkward gate. When it attacked, it would move more graceful than a leopard and with more ferocity than a whole pack of hungry lions. Flern felt she only had one choice, to call on the gift of Odin. She felt it in her gut, and it burst from her hands just as the night creature prepared to charge. No way her blast would have melted the main gun of a Gott-Druk battleship, but in this case, it proved enough to put a foot-wide hole through the beast and continue to where it put an equal hole in the newly erected wooden wall. The night creature, what remained of it, collapsed, and then sizzled in the sun until it was no more.

The Wicca screamed and threw her hands toward Flern. Flern got caught in the middle by the same kind of force she just used, a force great enough to lift her from her feet. The force could not break through the shield of Frigga, and even if Flern only reflected in a small way the gift given to Wlvn, it seemed enough so the force did not harm her. It did drive her back, however, until she reached the middle of the river where it sent her down under the deep of the water and held her there.

Flern asked her water sprites to wait. She figured the gift of Njord would not let her breathe all day underwater like it would for Wlvn, but she could certainly breathe underwater for a few minutes. The Wicca kept up the pressure for a good five minutes before assuming she must have drowned. When the pressure lifted, Flern let the sprites help her up. She came to her feet on the top of the water where her water babies held her up. She spit the water out of her lungs and then walked back to the land on top of the waves.

“Thank you,” Flern said as her feet reached the shore.

A little water baby head popped up from the waves and squeaked an excited, “Your welcome,” before it disappeared again moving downstream.

By the time Flern reentered the circle, she had gotten just about dry, apart from her hair. “A fine dip in the fine water. Very refreshing. Thank you,” Flern said. The Wicca said nothing. She simply clapped again. Flern imagined the Wicca had to be running out of steam, given her age and the amount of power she had already exerted. Flern knew she was getting tired with all of this.

When Flern looked up, she saw her parents and sisters dragged to the circle by Jaccar. The Jaccar had swords drawn, and the threat appeared to be against her family’s necks.

“No,” Flern said in a surprisingly calm voice. Mother Vrya said I had to be willing to be who I am. Well, I am her son even when I am her daughter. And I am also her son when I am her son.” Flern went away from that time and place so Nameless could stand in her place. “You go too far,” he said, and in the blink of the Wicca’s eye, Flern’s family and all three hundred and fifty-two villagers disappeared from their village and reappeared safely across the river. The Jaccar found their swords all put away, and Nameless took one step toward the Wicca who screamed in terror.

“Father!”

Loki came, and the first word out of his mouth was, “Please.” It had a touch of sarcasm in it.

“Hilde,’ Nameless called. “Mother.” Both women appeared, one to each side of him, and they waited with an eye on Loki to see what might transpire.

“Please,” Loki began again with much more sincerity. “Odin pledged a time of indulgence.”

“The time is over,” Nameless said. “Your spoiled little brat has caused too much undue suffering. Set the Jaccar free and let them go home to their families and children. Let her go home to live out the remainder of her days in peace.”

“But she is my daughter.” Loki’s crooked face scrunched up with angst. “They won’t let me make her immortal. A little kindness. She has so little time.”

“That is the problem. Your kindness to her is terror and hatred to everyone else. Now it is ended.”

“But Hellas has vowed to keep her half-sister in torment and torture forever, and there is no talking her out of it.”

“Mother?” Nameless turned to Vrya. He did not have to spell it out. She took her son’s hand and pointed at the Wicca.

The old woman crashed back in her chair and screamed again. “Father. You promised.” A sickly green light, the color of mold and decay came out of the Wicca to dissipate in the sunlight. Then it was done. The Wicca collapsed, like she no longer had the energy to sit up straight. She was old, and now she showed it. She looked tired. She looked used up.

“Now she is fully human,” Vrya said. “Now I can let her serve in my house when the time comes to make up for all the people she forced to serve her in her lifetime.”

“When the time comes, I will personally bring her to your home,” Hilde said.

“How can I trust you?” Loki’s face contorted. “Do you promise to do this?”

“The gods don’t make promises,” Nameless responded. “But you have three witnesses who will see if people stay free and if she lives in peace.”

“But father,” the Wicca’s voice sounded weak and cracked in the upper register. “You promised I could have what I want.”

“You don’t know what you want, child,” Vrya said, and she looked to her son for an answer.

Nameless nodded. “It is a breach of temporal etiquette, but I can give her something like medicine to indulge her in her final days.” He thought through the recipe so Vrya, Hilde and Loki could catch it. Then he produced a small bowl out of thin air. He handed it to Loki who tested it with a finger. He gave a small spoonful to his daughter who made the strangest noises.

“Nectar,” the Wicca called it and grabbed for the bowl. It was Chocolate ice cream, and with it in hand, Loki and his daughter vanished from that place.

“Indulgent,” Vrya said with a slight smile.

“I’ll never be thin again,” Hilde admitted.

“Jaccar leaders!” Nameless shouted. The Jaccar were all on their knees before the gods so Nameless softened his voice, but it still carried the power to be heard. “Go home.” The Jaccar found their horses saddled and ready, and with minimal urging from their chiefs, they mounted and rode off into the East, never to return.

Vrya kissed her son. “I await the day when you will be my little one,” she said, and vanished.

Hilde bowed. “My Lord. I am yours with a willing heart, and I have sisters now to help in this great work.” She vanished.

Nameless waited until the Jaccar were all gone before he vanished and Flern came home to stand on the riverbank, all alone in her own village. Across the bank, the people were cheering and celebrating, and Flern did not blame them. No more good people would have to die.

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MONDAY

The conclusion of the story followed by a look ahead toward Avalon, Season 9, the final season.  Until then, Happy Reading.

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