Avalon Pilot part III-2: Myths and Legends

Lockhart peered out, like from a cave on to a ridge, but he could not see much or very far outside of a blue hazy line in the great distance.  He thought that might be the sea.  He put his hand gently forward until he touched the gate.

“I see the shimmer of the gate in this light,” Boston said, and everyone nodded.  She had come up to the front and looked around at her fellow-travelers.  They could all see it, but not well.

“This would be easy to overlook, especially if we were in a hurry,” Lieutenant Harper said.

“Weapons ready?” Decker suggested, and Lockhart nodded.  Mingus rolled his eyes, but Roland got out his bow, Boston fetched her Beretta, Lincoln checked his pistol, and Lockhart cradled the shotgun in his arms like a baby.  The marines, of course, were always ready.  Doctor Procter pulled a rickety stick from some secret place up his sleeve.  It was his wand, and with that, Alexis felt prompted to look around for something she might use to focus her magic as well.

When they were set, Mingus rolled his eyes again, but Lieutenant Harper saw and threw the elf’s words back at him.  “Better to be safe,” she said, and they all stepped into the next time zone.

The ridge top proved not very wide, and though it did not end in a cliff or sharp drop off, the slope looked steep enough to make them keep to the ridge top in the hope of finding an easier way down.  Lockhart headed them east, toward the rising sun, and Boston remarked how lucky they were to arrive at sunrise instead of the dark of night.

“Of course it is dawn.”  Doctor Procter squinted in the early light.  “The time zones all share the same twenty-four-hour cycle.  They may be different days or different times of year, or on different phases of the moon, but they all have twenty-four hours.”

Mingus added a thought, getting used to making up for what the Doctor left unsaid.  “He means when it is noon here, it will be noon in every time zone.  The only way we will enter a zone at night is if we leave a zone at night.”

“Nine in the morning or so, not dawn,” Lincoln interrupted.  “It is hard to tell with the sun rising behind the mountains.”

“Chain of mountains,” Alexis spoke to her husband.  “And we seem to be fairly-high up, though it is warm.  I would guess near the tropics.”  Lincoln nodded and for the first time he got out his proverbial notepad and pen.  The pistol got put away since there did not appear to be anyone or anything around apart from a few birds.

After a short distance, they found a place where the ridge crumbled and rolled to the bottom ages ago.  It seemed a gentle slope, but instead of being full of rocks and loose pebbles, it had become covered in grass.

“Our way down,” Lockhart said.

“Mmm.”  Boston looked around and half-listened, as usual.  She had her hand up to shade her eyes, and looked up now that they could see several peaks at once above them.  “I like the way the rising sun sets off the peaks like so many islands in the sea.”

“Islands in the sea, indeed.”  Captain Decker pointed across the slope to where the ridge top picked up again.  A large wooden structure looked abandoned there—a man-made structure.  It remained partly hidden behind some boulders, but for want of a better word, it looked like a boat, and a big boat at that.

“It can’t be.”  Doctor Procter said it first.  No one else said anything until they arrived at the site, and then they all said, “It can’t be,” except Mingus, who suggested it stunk.

“Father!”  Alexis protested and Roland stood right beside her.  “You stuff all those animals in a boat for forty days and forty nights and see how much stink there is.”

“The stink is hardly the point,” Roland added.

“Look at this.”  Doctor Procter got everyone’s attention.  The boat had graffiti on one panel near the quadruple-wide door and ramp.  Over all was a picture of the sun and the moon squeezed together so it was a half-moon and a half-sun.  A mermaid had been crudely drawn on one side.

“Half-woman and half-fish,” Alexis said while Lincoln desperately tried to make a rendering of the drawings in his notebook.  He cursed not having a camera.  “And a centaur, half-man and half-horse on the other side,” Alexis finished her thought.  She ignored her husband’s curse and pointed with her finger.

“And the middle picture?”  The captain, lieutenant and Lockhart did not see it, but to their defense, the pictures were very primitive.

“The Kairos,” both Doctor Procter and Boston spoke together, and Boston let the doctor describe it.

“The two persons of the Kairos are attached on her right and his left, so there are only three legs and two hands on a double-wide body.  You can see the two heads clear enough.”

“And she has little boobs,” Boston added, and watched Roland redden just a bit.

“So, you like my work?”  Everyone jumped and looked up.  A man stood inside the Ark, at the top of the ramp.  “You are future travelers.  I thought that sort of thing was not possible—a self-contradicting proposition.”

“We are accidental travelers.”  Lockhart spoke up quickly and just as quickly got Captain Decker to lower his weapon.  Lockhart stood back from the others and still cradled the shotgun.  Mingus stood beside him on the other side and frowned for some reason.  “We plan to move on as soon as we can,” Lockhart finished.

The man nodded and asked for no further explanation.  “I am just glad there is a future.  I have worked hard so what I once saw might not come true.  My wife says I am making freaks.  I said they are her children too.”  He paused to smile, but since no one but Decker joined in the smile, he finished his thought.  “The truth is these offer hope, and there are others working elsewhere.”

“Why centaurs and mermaids?” Lieutenant Harper asked.

“Because the world is empty and needs to be filled.  If the ones who would-be gods have nothing to occupy their time and attention, they will be occupied with each other, and that would be very dangerous.”

“Do I know you?” Doctor Procter asked, and squinted at the man, but the man shook his head.

“But I know you.  I can’t help it.  Boston.  You will live much longer than a human should live.  Alexis, your days will be shorter than they might have been.  Doctor.”  The man paused and scrutinized the doctor.  “There is something different about you—something wrong.”

“He is half-elf and half-human,” Boston suggested.

“Half and half.  No.  But what an interesting concept.  I wonder why I did not think of that.  It would certainly cut down on their wild rampaging through the earth.”

“But wait,” Lieutenant Harper spoke quickly.  She felt afraid that the man might run off, or maybe just disappear.  “I still don’t understand the centaurs and mermaids.  What about human beings.”

The man looked up at the lieutenant and smiled.  “A sharp mind.  They are the future—your future.  But right now, they are all bunched up on the plains of Shinar.  Oh, there are some small groups scattered here and there around the world, but mostly Shinar.”  He pointed.  “I see your way lies in that direction.”  People looked, though there was nothing to see but mountainside.  He waited until they all looked at him again before he spoke.  “I must think on these things you have said, only I fear my children will find me before I can act on my thoughts.”  He vanished.  One moment he stood there, contemplating eternity, and the next moment he disappeared.  Mingus answered everyone’s question when he spat the man’s name.

“Cronos.”

Avalon Pilot Part III: The Beginning of History

Around 4500 BC on the Plains of Shinar.  Kairos 1-6:  The Twins 1, 2 and 3.

Recording…

“I must say it is kind of interesting being thirty again.”  Lockhart spoke after they entered the tunnel.  Lincoln looked back to see if the angel might be following them.  It did not, but the angel light illuminated the tunnel, and good thing, because it looked like a long way to the dim light at the other end.

“Twenty-nine.”  Lincoln spoke up.  “You may be thirty, but I decided I am only twenty-nine.  And my wife is now Boston’s age, just twenty-five.”

“That’s right.”  Alexis took Lincoln’s arm.  “Benjamin and I get to start all over again.”  They kissed and began to make loving noises.  The others did their best to ignore them until Mingus could not stand it.

“Shut-up.”  He turned and yelled at them, but his son, Roland was right there.

“Father, Alexis chose her mate and her human life, now you leave my sister alone.”

Mingus paused and looked at his son.  “A scolding from my own infant.”  He stopped walking so everyone stopped.  “Well, at least she got her youth back so she is not going to die any time soon.”

“I don’t know,” Doctor Procter spoke up absentmindedly and shook his amulet once more.  “If I can’t get this thing working there is no telling where we may end up.  I suppose we could all die on the road.”

“Cheery thought,” Lockhart quipped.

“But, say.  Mingus and Alexis just ran through time in this direction.  Right?  Surely you can help guide us back.”  Lincoln smiled to encourage them.

“Don’t look at me,” Alexis said.  “I spent most of the time with my mouth and eyes shut.”

“Some.  I might help some with the history, but really, we only arrived and skirted the edge of last time zone.  We moved as fast as we could.  For the most part, we traveled through the Heart of Time.  We did not come all this way through the time zones.  You can’t normally go back in the time zones unless you want to get younger…”  Mingus let his voice peter out before he stepped over to the doctor to examine the amulet.

“Sounds like a plan to me,” Lincoln said.  “We skirt the edges of the time zones as fast as we can, and hide.”

“No.”  Everyone but Mingus objected.  Doctor Procter explained first.

“I spent the last three hundred years studying the lives of the Kairos.  Now that we have the opportunity to walk through those lifetimes, one by one, and in order, I might add, I am not going to miss that opportunity.  Isn’t that right, Mingus?”

Mingus shook his head and sighed, and in that moment, everyone got a good look at the difference between Mingus, a full blood elf, and the Doctor who was half-human.  The contrast did not appear startling, but seemed obvious.  No plain human could have eyes as big, features as sharp or fingers as thin and long.

“If you say,” Mingus muttered as he took the amulet and shook it once for himself.

“What says the Navy?”  Lockhart turned to look at the two who were armed and bringing up the rear.

“I’m to follow orders,” Captain Decker frowned.

Lieutenant Harper smiled.  “I would not mind exploring a little while we have the chance.”

“Besides,” Roland spoke up, while Lockhart faced front again and encouraged everyone to resume walking.  “I have a feeling the Kairos would not mind if we rooted out some of the unsavory characters that wandered into the time zones without permission.”

“Oh, that would be very dangerous.”  Alexis said it before Lincoln could, and she grinned for her husband.

“All the same…”  Roland did not finish his sentence.  He fell back to walk beside Lockhart to underline his sentiments to the man.

“Hey.”  Boston came up.  She had been straggling near the back.

“Boston, dear.”  Lockhart backed away from the elf and slipped his arm around the young woman.  “What do you think?  Do we run as fast as we can or explore a bit and maybe confront some unsavories along the way?”

“Explore and help the Kairos clean out the time zones.  I thought that was obvious.”

“Well for the record,” Mingus said, as he turned and walked backwards.  “Though it may kill me to say it, I agree with that Lincoln fellow.”

“I haven’t offered an opinion,” Lincoln said.

“No, but I can read the mind of a frightened rabbit well enough.”

“Father!”  Alexis jumped and had some scolding in her voice.  “I vote we explore and help.”  She looked at Lockhart, and so did everyone else except Doctor Procter who was still playing with his amulet.

Lockhart nodded.  “Okay,” he said.  “But the number one priority is to get everyone home alive and in one piece, so when it is time to move on, we all move, no arguments.”

“You got that right,” Captain Decker mumbled.

Everyone seemed fine with that except Mingus who screwed up his face and asked, “And who decides when it is time to move on?”

“I do.”  Lockhart spoke without flinching.  The two stared at each other until Doctor Procter interrupted.

“Anyway,” he said, as if in the middle of a sentence.  “I would not worry about hunting unsavories.  I don’t imagine it will take long before they start hunting us.”

“Cheery thought.”  Lockhart repeated himself as Boston slipped out from beneath his arm.

“Lovely arm,” she said and squeezed the muscle as she let go.  Lockhart just gave her a hard stare in return until she amended her words.  “Dad.”  She thought about it and changed it.  “Grandpa.”  Then she said, “Gramps,” and had to cover the grin that came to her lips.  She felt rather glad Alexis interrupted.

“Look!  A baby.  Two babies.”  Alexis pointed toward the ceiling of the tunnel and everyone looked.  The ceiling and walls of the tunnel were opaque, not rock.  The angel light did not penetrate far into whatever they were walking through, but it lit things up enough to see the forms.  Sure enough, there were two babies.  They saw one kick, and the other kick back.

“What is this stuff?”  Boston asked the question.

“Amniotic fluid.”  Doctor Procter answered her like it was the most obvious answer in the world.  Fortunately, Mingus took up the explanation.

“The Kairos was designed to inhabit two bodies at once.  One male and one female.  It did not work out too well at first.  In fact, the first two times old Cronos tried to bring the Kairos to birth, he failed.”

“The god failed?”  Roland sounded shocked to hear that.  Mingus merely nodded.

“You might as well say the Kairos failed to be properly born,” Doctor Procter corrected his colleague from the history department.  “We debate this, regularly, but it is not well publicized.”

“But wait.”  Boston spoke from behind so everyone stopped and turned.  “What are these dark patches?  It looks like there are spots that no light can penetrate.”

“What?”  Doctor Procter and Mingus both slid up to the wall to examined the evidence.  This was something new.

“Two babies.”  Lockhart still looked up.  “One male and one female. But both the same person.”  It was a hard concept to grasp.

Alexis took that moment to whisper something in Lincoln’s ear to which Lincoln blurted the words, “Again?  We already have two children, and a grandchild.”

“But the dark patches?”  Boston did not get an answer.  “They appear to be moving around.”

“Demons, definitely.”  Doctor Procter concluded.  “That explains some of the early difficulties in the birthing.”

“Demons, perhaps,” Mingus did not sound convinced.  Lieutenant Harper reached out and Mingus reacted.  “Don’t touch!”  He shouted, and the Lieutenant caught her hand.  “Better to be safe.”

“Demons.”  Doctor Procter sounded certain, but to confirm the statement, he got closer than he should have been.  The dark patches quickly raced to his position to form a single mass of darkness and something reached out into the tunnel and touched the Doctor’s hand, or so Boston thought.  She was the only one at an angle and the nearness to see in the dim light.  But she could not be sure because at that same time there came a great flash of angel light.  Even those with their backs turned had to pause and blink, and then the light went out altogether.

“The tunnel closed up behind us,” Roland said, and with his elf eyes, he seemed to be the only one who could see clearly—him and his father, and perhaps Doctor Procter.  For the humans, it just looked dark behind them while the light from the other end of the tunnel looked far away and very dim.

“Keep moving.”  Lockhart said, and in only a few steps, he felt a tingling sensation.  They all felt it, like a small electrical charge.

“The time gate.”  Alexis explained.  “We have moved on to the Kairos’ next life.”

“The other failed life,” Mingus called it.

“The other practice life,” Doctor Procter countered, and as they walked, the light at the end of the tunnel grew stronger.

Boston had her eyes wide open in search of demons.  Roland had thought to take up a position near the rear with her as they walked two by two.  They both saw the motion when it came, and Boston grabbed Roland’s arm in an automatic response for fear of the demons.   Something moved inside the walls.  It moved first on their left, and then on their right, and it took a moment for Boston to figure it out.

“Hey.  This time the two babies are separated and to the sides.  Why is that?”

“Different mothers.”  Doctor Procter spoke first again, but like before, it came out cryptic and did not explain much.  Mingus had to explain, again.

“The first attempt failed in the birthing process, so in Cronos’ second attempt, he tried to separate the two babies.  They were born, but being separated turned out to be too much for the infants.  They didn’t live long.”

“At least they are not kicking each other,” Boston said, and she looked up at Roland.  He looked down at her and she added, “Oh,” softly, and let go of the elf’s arm, not that he was complaining.

“Why would being separated be too much for the babies?”  Lincoln took up the questions.

“I imagine one consciousness split between two brains is hard enough.”  Lockhart thought to answer.  “Add to that two different mothers and two different fathers, different smells, two different sights through two sets of eyes.  It is a wonder the Kairos did not go mad.”

“Split personality, certainly,” Alexis added her thought.

“Worst in history, daughter,” Mingus said.

“At least that is what the Kairos says,” Doctor Procter added as they came at last to the end of the tunnel.

“Wait.”  Lockhart made everyone pause while he stepped to the front to look out on the world.

Avalon Pilot part II-6: Before the Beginning

Too far, Glen thought.  Alice, how did you make things work at the beginning?  How did you survive? he asked himself, and felt surprised that Alice was not there in his subconscious to answer.  He had to think, and quick.  He expended his air at last with the words “Air bubble.”  A bubble of air instantly formed around him.  He quickly said, “Big air bubble to encompass everyone, and normal light.” The air bubble grew until everyone was inside of it.  They were still floating weightless, but a quick scan around him told Glen that everyone would survive despite the hacking, gagging, and gasping for breath.

Think, Glen told himself.  Way back at the beginning of time he remembered Alice appeared in a place on a rock.  The old god, Cronos appeared, along with Angel—that is what he called him anyway, if Angel could be called a him.  With that thought, he said, rock and stared down beneath his feet, though everyone’s feet were certainly not pointed in that direction.  Still, the rock began to grow and it continued until the air bubble became a dome.  Then he said, “Solid and heavy with gravity like a mountaintop on Earth.”  Everyone fell.

Glen felt lucky.  He was the one who fell the farthest, then Roland, but the elf proved to be nimble enough to avoid being hurt, and Boston, though she was young enough to also go without injury.  Some of the military equipment in the backpacks bumped rather hard, but Glen did not worry about that.   He felt he twisted his ankle.  He tried the word, “Heal,” but it had a minimal effect.  Meanwhile, Lockhart held up the bleeding hand he used to catch himself.  Everyone watched in amazement as the bleeding stopped.  In only a few seconds, the wound healed itself.

“Because we are at the beginning of things?” Boston wondered out loud.

“The grace of our god.”  Roland had another suggestion, and looked at Glen.

“Some magical cure?” Lieutenant Harper asked.

Glen shook his head.  “He is still filled with those Gaian healing chits that healed his back and legs.  They may help you, Lockhart, but you best not depend on them.  I’ll say it again, leaning on them is a good way to get killed.”

“Understood.”  Lockhart responded shortly, since he already stood and reached out from the edge of the rock to touch the stuff of Primordial Chaos.

“Big dome of air.  Plenty of air.”  Glen said and waved his hands.  The swirling mass complied and soon they had no fear of running out of air.

“Doctor Procter?”  Roland knelt beside the old man.  Doctor Procter wore the amulet, but held it in his hands and shook it, like he could not see what he needed to see.

“Lincoln?”  Meanwhile, Boston knelt beside Lincoln because the man looked ready to cry.

“I’ll get our bearings in a minute,” Doctor Procter responded, as Roland looked over at Boston and Lincoln.

“No way she survived this, even with her magic.  I don’t see how.”  Lincoln let his tears flow.

“Confession.”  Glen spoke loud enough to get everyone’s attention.  “I was afraid something like this might happen.  We went back further than I planned.  It all happened so fast.  I could not control it.  Alice is out of touch.  It may take a long time to get home, as I feared.”

“What?”  Lockhart pulled away from the edge, and even Lincoln looked up.

Boston thought it through and lifted her voice in protest.  “But I can’t live 6500 years to get back to where I belong,”

Glen waved off her complaint.  “The time gates should still be there where I am at the center.  Doctor Procter’s amulet should work as well.  How I get home may be a bit more problematic.”  He mumbled most of that.

“Man!” Boston started again but stopped when she got interrupted by a great light at her back and a voice in her mind that said, simply, “Do not be afraid.”

Boston turned to see Lockhart, Glen and both soldiers on their knees, and she felt the need to join them, especially after Glen named their visitor.  “Angel.”

“Come. Kairos.  Stand.  You are required to resolve this.”

Glen got slowly to his feet while Angel did something to lessen his own light so the others felt less afraid and could look up.  Even so, none dared to look into Angel’s face.

“How can I resolve this?” Glen asked.

The answer came without hesitation.  “You must offer yourself in place of the woman.”

Glen stepped over to touch the sticky ooze.  “Will I die?”

“I cannot say.”

“Will Mingus return with the woman?”

“I cannot say.”

“Will I still be able to help my friends get home?”

“I cannot say.”

“What?”  Lincoln found the courage to speak.  Perhaps it was the prospect of getting his wife back after all that inspired him.  “You do not know, or you are not allowed to say?”

“I cannot say.”  Apparently, that was the only answer they were going to get.

Glen looked at the suffocating mass that surrounded them before he turned from the chaos at the edge of the rock to face them all.  He took the glowing golden ball out of his pouch and Boston saw that it was indeed an apple.  With a sharp knife that Glen also carried in his pouch, he cut three slices.  He handed the first to Lincoln.  “Take and eat,” he said.  Lincoln ate the slice and at least half or more of his age fell away from him.  He still seemed older than Boston, but not much older.  He ended up around thirty at the most.

“Take and eat.”  He handed a slice to Lockhart and with the same effect.  “The golden apple of youth,” he explained.  “You will age normally from this point, but I could not let a couple of old men face the time zones.  You would not live long enough to get home.”  He turned toward Boston.  “Sometimes you may have to run,” he confessed with a grin.  “And to you I give this slice for Alexis.  I know you won’t eat it because you won’t want to become a baby.  Tell her to take and eat as soon as she arrives.  And now the one-minute review.”

“It would be best to stay out of whatever trouble you can and not kill if you can help it.  Remember, no matter how impossible it may seem, these are real people in real time and they are capable of fear and pain and they will respond to hate as well as love and kindness.  I understand there may be times when you will have to defend yourselves.  Do not hesitate.  Remember, if you die you will stay dead.”   Glen looked at Angel, but there was nothing there for him to hold on to.  He needed to do this himself.

“Two things.

One:  The only difference between you and the people is they are confined to their place in time whereas you can move from zone to zone through the gates and can jump forward anywhere from a few years to fifty or more years at a time.  Not counting the things you have with you, whatever other stuff you take from time zone to time zone, will age a corresponding number of years based on the number of years in your time jump.

Two:  Don’t forget that Ashtoreth wanted to control and change time.  Some of her creatures are still out there.”  He paused before he added, “Most dangers you can escape by simply going through the next time gate.  I suppose if they can follow you from time zone to time zone, you will know they are a real danger.”  He turned on the marines.

“Decker and Harper.  You need to consider Lockhart your General, and in his absence, Lincoln is your Colonel.  If I recall, he got designated a light Colonel at one point with the CIA.  Anyway, they know more about what is involved than you do, so don’t get cocky or I’ll see you stranded in some place unpleasant.  Is that clear?”

“Sir, yes sir.”  Lieutenant Harper responded.  Decker said nothing, but he nodded his agreement.

“Boston, you have the medical kit?”  Boston nodded.  “Let us hope you don’t have to use it.  Meanwhile, I have filled your packs with elf bread-crackers since you don’t have to carry extra clothes.  The fairy weave you wear can be shaped to your needs, and just so you know, Boston has vitamins in the med kit since you won’t always get a square meal.  Oh yeah.”  He clapped his hands twice.  “So now you will understand and be understood whatever the language.  It will all just sound like English to you.  Now I have to go.”  Trouble does come in threes, he thought, and with the word, “Three,” he ran and leapt into the ooze before he changed his mind and chickened out.

Alexis immediately came back, Mingus clinging to her sleeve.  And after Boston gave Alexis the apple slice, she became more nearly Boston’s age and flew into Lincoln’s arms.  They kissed for a long time.

Boston licked her fingers and became something closer to twenty-three.  Mingus fumed to see his daughter in the arms of that human, but with his son holding him back there was little he could do—not to mention the fact that the presence of the angel scared him beyond reason.  Lockhart, alone kept his head.

“But where do we go from here?” he asked.

“I can’t get a good reading this deep before history,” Doctor Procter admitted with a whack of his amulet.  “Your thoughts Mingus?”

Mingus said nothing, but the angel said one more thing.  It pointed opposite the direction Glen had jumped and a bit of the primordial goo cleared off to reveal a tunnel that led a long way to a distant light.  Angel spoke.

“This is your way home.”

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MONDAY

The Travelers move into the beginning of History in Part three of the Pilot Episode. Starting Monday. Until then, Happy Reading.

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Avalon, The Pilot Episode, by M G Kizzia

Friends,

I started this blog on June 14, 2009, when I realized the market for long stories, Novelettes, and Novellas (roughly 8,000-42,000 words) had completely dried up. Sadly, whenever I sit down with an idea for a short story, my wee-little-brain quickly realizes it is too long and complex for the word short. It is not generally novel length, but even editing it down to the nubs it is still too long to be a short story, at least of marketable size.

Oh, there are some literary and university magazines that might consider something longer (if you are a well known author whose name can go on the cover), but I don’t generally write that sort of story. I’m sorry. I have no interest in beautiful sentences with lovely characters who do nothing. So I started this blog with the story Ghosts (about 27,000 words) because I figured it was better read than dead. (Ghosts. That’s a joke, folks).

By 2011, some 14 years ago for those who are slow in math, I had worked out the basic ideas for the Avalon stories and I began by posting The Pilot Episode (30,000 words) in May. It took 12 years to write 9 seasons and the prequel. The ending season, season 9, at least in beta-reading form, was posted in 2023 and will be available for purchase as soon as I get certain details straightened out.

Meanwhile, it occurred to me that 14 years is a long time. Some readers were babies when The Pilot Episode posted, not to mention seasons one (2012), two (2013), and three (2015). Plus, these early stories were posted before I started adding pictures to help suggest the characters and action as the story progressed. I think the pictures help, especially when the story is chopped into 2000 word bits and spread over several weeks.

I am beginning with the pilot episode. I hope at some point to post / blog the prequel, but not today. The first three seasons will follow, though in between there may be continuing stories of the Kairos, the Traveler in time, the Watcher over history, and now that the Heart of Time 1 The Golden Door has posted, there may also be further stories of the children of the Kairos and their search for the broken pieces of the heart and of course there will be the occasional long story. Whatever the case, let us begin with the pilot episode and see where it leads us. Enjoy, and Happy Reading.—MGK.

Avalon, The Pilot Episode

MGK Books, Second Edition

Revised and Expanded (version 2.2)

Table of Contents

Part I: Various Nefarious

Thief, Kidnapper, Father.

Meanwhile, Back on Earth

The Tower of Bricks

Humanity

Part II: Missing Person

Mission Team

Avalon

The Heart of Time

The Middle of the Night

Before the Beginning

Part III: The Beginning of History

Myths and Legends

Ararat

The Plains of Shinar

Nimrod

Babel

Kairos

Bokarus

Avalon, Moving into the Future

Avalon, The Pilot Episode, Introduction

Avalon is designed as a television show in written form, with each episode forming a chapter, and thirteen chapters making a whole season, or a book.  Like any good television show, seeing one full episode (or reading one full chapter) should give enough information to grasp who these characters are, the relationship between them, as well as understanding that this is a time travel adventure, where this small group of people are attempting to get back to the twenty-first century.

Thrown back to the beginning of history, the travelers from Avalon must get home the hard way—through the time gates that surround the many lives of the Kairos, the Traveler in time, the Watcher over history.  The time zones are dangerous.  The Kairos never lives a quiet life.  And the travelers understand that they are not the only ones lost in time.  Other people, beings, and creatures are surviving around the edges of the time zones, and some have picked up their scent.  Some are following them, and some are hunting them.  The travelers face a long, hard road to get everyone back to the twenty-first century, alive.

The pilot episode immediately follows the prequel, Invasion of Memories, which is available from your favorite on-line retailer under the author name M G Kizzia.  But the Pilot is a good place to start.

Only one warning.  I have never been good at the distinction between science fiction and fantasy.  It is like the amulet that leads the travelers from one time gate to the next.  It is a marvelous combination of sophisticated technology and magic.  Thus, you will find science fiction in these episodes, like space aliens and their technological wonders.  You may also find elves, spirits, ancient gods, mythical creatures, and magic of all sorts.  And sometimes, you will find aliens and elves in the same story.  Be prepared.

Thank you for reading.

–MGK

Cast

Robert Lockhart, a former policeman, now assistant director of the men in black, the one organization on earth in the twenty-first century that deals with strange and impossible things.  He is charged with leading this expedition through time. though he has no idea how he is going to get everyone home—in one piece.

Boston (Mary Riley), a Massachusetts redneck, rodeo rider, and technological genius who finished her PhD at age 23.  A “man in black,” she loves all the adventure, and all the spiritual creatures they encounter, which suggests she may be a bit strange.

Benjamin Lincoln, a former C. I. A. office geek, now a man in black, he determines to keep a record of their journey.  He tends to worry, and is not the bravest soul, but sometimes that is an asset.

Alexis Lincoln, an elf who became human to marry Benjamin; also went to work for the men in black”.  She retained her healing magic when she became human, but magic has its limits.  For example, it can’t make her father happy with her choices.

Roland, Alexis’ younger brother, a full blood elf and gifted hunter.  He came to keep his father Mingus under control and out of his sister’s face.  He discovers there is something in humanity worth saving and protecting.  He knows many of the creatures in the spirit world that they face, including the nasty ones inclined to rise-up out of the dark.

Mingus, father of Alexis and Roland, an elder elf.  He ran the history department in Avalon for over 300 years.  He knows the time zones and the lives of the Kairos but tends to keep his opinions to himself.  And he believes his children are being ruined by so much human interaction.

Doctor Procter, a half-human, half-elf who worked with Mingus in the Avalon history department for years.  The old man, with the long, white beard, also knows the many lives of the Kairos, but at first, he speaks in half-sentence, and soon, the others can hardly get a word out of him.  He carries the amulet, a sophisticated combination electronic GPS and magical device that shows the way from one time gate to the next.

Lieutenant Katie Harper, a marine and a PhD out of the pentagon whose specialty is ancient and medieval cultures and technologies.  She is torn between her duty to the marines, to her boss at Groom Lake, and her desire to be part of this larger universe she is discovering.

Captain Decker, a seal trained marine special operations officer who will do all he can to keep everyone alive, even if it means shooting his way back to the twenty-first century.  He is a skeptic who does not believe half of what they experience—even if he does not know what else to believe.

The Kairos.  But that is a different person in each time zone.

 

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Introduction to the Avalon Series

The travelers came to Avalon in the Second Heavens so they could be transported instantly through the Heart of Time to the beginning of history.  They went on a rescue mission, but things did not go as planned.  The Kairos—the Storyteller, had to jump into the void before history and became lost in eternity.  Now, to get home, the travelers must return the slow way, following the Amulet of Avalon that points the way from one time gate to the next.  They cross dangerous time zones that center around the many lives of the Kairos, the Traveler in time, the Watcher over history, a person who never lives a quiet life.

They have unlimited vitamins and elf crackers for their health, and unlimited bullets which are needed far too often.  They ride mustangs brought back from the old west, and wear fairy weave clothing that they can shape and change with a word in order to blend into the local culture.   By a special gift of the Kairos, they can understand and be understood no matter the local language.  Inevitably, they have to deal with thieves, brigands, armies and empires, gods and monsters, spirits and creatures, space aliens and the great unknown.  They try hard not to disturb history along the way.  That is not so easy.

To be sure, all they want is to get home in one piece, but they are not the only ones lost in time.  Some people lost in time might want to follow them, or even go with them.  Other people are not so friendly, and not everything lost in time is a person.  Some want to fight the travelers.  Some want to hunt them.

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After a year of reworking the books and their presentation, I hope to have the Winds of Time trilogy up on Amazon and D2D/Smashwords (B&N, KOBO, Apple, etc.) soon, at least in E-book form for you at less than $5 (USD) per book. This trilogy follows the first 18 lifetimes of the Kairos, what you might call childhood or how it all began.

Also, the final three books in the Avalon Series: 7 Wraith, 8 Aliens, and 9 The Masters  will be up when the covers and formatting is complete. Look for them all under the author’s name M. G. Kizzia or by the title (for example Avalon, Season One Travelers (Pilot Episode Included) or Avalon, the prequel: Invasion of Memories). Well, they are not too hard to find.

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Avalon 9.12 Home, part 4 of 4

Lockhart ignored them and spoke to the sergeant major. “Stay here in case she slips by us and tries to escape.”  He glanced at Miriam who was down on the floor by the technician, trying to staunch the bleeding.  She had kicked away the man’s gun.  Alexis moved Miriam back.  She would apply her healing magic to the wound.

Lockhart and Lincoln walked carefully into the safe.  The safe was a huge room all by itself.  It had row after row of shelving that held all sorts of alien and unsafe human items.  Some of the bigger items filled the floor to their right side, but most of the biggest items and the remains of crashed ships filled the Quonset huts outside the main building by the airstrip.

Lockhart pointed one direction with his old police revolver in hand.  Lincoln nodded and started down the right side with his handgun, ready for action, while Lockhart went down the center aisle.  The woman crawled through the shelves and got behind them without their knowing it.  When they were well down the aisle, she made a dash for the door.  She ran fast enough, but stayed bent over, so when she exited the safe, Don Thomas’ bullet went over her head.  Then she turned invisible.

Alexis looked up.  She had become fully human again, but she still had elf upbringing in her, and had just recently been an elf.  It was how she came back early from their journey, and how she stayed for as long as her father was alive.  She squinted and saw the woman well enough, right through the invisible spectrum.  She grabbed her wand, and the woman got hit with a hurricane force wind.  It lifted her from the ground, shot her right past the elevators, and slammed her into the far wall, hard.  The woman banged her head and went unconscious.  She dropped whatever she carried and became visible again as she fell to the floor.

Miriam dared to interrupt.  “I think I heard a popping sound in the Lieutenant Colonel’s elevator.”  Alexis nodded.  She heard it too, but she was busy.  She knew exactly what made that sort of sound, and she held her breath until the elevator arrived back in the third basement.  The door opened and Katie came out dragging the unconscious man by the collar.

“He is out cold,” Katie said.  “I don’t believe I killed him, but I may have.  I am sure he has some broken bones.”

“Lincoln may have killed this fellow, and Alexis got that woman.” Lockhart said as he gave Katie a hug to bring out her smile.

“She is fine.  Coming around.”  Don Thomas shouted from where he ran to check.  He cuffed the woman and got on the intercom which was beside the elevators.  “Medical team to the sub-basement, stat.  We need two stretchers.”  He brought the woman back, and the things she stole.

Lockhart, Lincoln, and Katie went into the safe and placed things on the shelves where there was space.  Only Katie spoke.  “I would like to see the inventory on this place.”

“Classified,” Lockhart said and smiled at Katie’s raised eyebrows.  “Just practicing.  It’s in the office.”

When they closed the door, Lockhart set the vacuum separately, and the vacuum key locked so no one who got shut into the place would accidentally suffocate unless the culprit had the extra key.  The medical team took the two men on the second elevator—the big freight elevator.  The others went up on elevator number one, and Don Thomas excused himself while he dragged the woman off to get locked up with Gilbert.

Miriam brought them to the director’s office.  It had been cleaned and straightened to an extent Lockhart had never seen.  He turned to Miriam first with a request. “I need to see the full dossiers of the people hired since Weber was here five years ago.”

“Right away,” Miriam said as Lockhart turned to Katie.  They kissed.  Alexis and Lincoln were on the couch kissing.  Miriam backed out of the door.  “I’ll be here if you need me.”  She shut the door quietly.

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In the castle on Avalon, Boston wanted to show Sukki everything she had seen, and introduce her to all the friends she had made since her arrival.  Sukki appeared to be loving it, but when Boston started talking about all the islands in the archipelago, Roland put his foot down.

“First, we have to go to Mirroway to see Mother.”

“Okay,” Boston said and got a sly grin on her face. “But then we have to take Sukki home, and you have to go with me to meet my Mother and my family.”

Roland stiffened.

Lady Alice looked over at the three children, which is how she thought of them.  She smiled as her gaze shifted to Bobbi.  Bobbi was crying again, and Lisel, the high queen of the elves and Ivy, queen of all the fairies kept trying to comfort her, but Alice knew they were happy tears.

“You have no family?” Lady Biggles, queen of the dwarfs asked.

“I do,” Bobbi said as she wiped her nose and looked up.  “But we are not close, and my brother is old now and not well.”

“No man?  No children?”  Lady Biggles asked in a melancholy voice.

Bobbi shook her head.  “I fell in love once.  I was just out of law school and working for the FBI.  He was eight years younger, and white besides.  It would never have worked.”

Lady Goldenvein, queen of the dark elves, or goblins to be more precise, reached over and patted Bobbi’s hand in sympathy.  She said nothing, but that got the others moving.  They all hugged Bobbi and they cried some more with her.”

Alice turned away from the scene and tried to forget what she heard.  Glen did not need to feel guilty about one more thing.  Besides, the naiad that lived in the spring that bubbled up in the middle of the castle, at the center of the Island, arrived.  Her waters began next to the tower that housed the Heart of Time, the place where the whole journey of the travelers began.  They needed to go to the tower.

The naiad said nothing until they arrived.  They went into the tower together and the naiad spoke in hushed tones.  “You took a terrible risk letting mortal humans into the heart, even if they had elves to help and guide them.  They might have changed all of history and it might have been impossible to fix.”

“It was a risk, but mostly for them.  I did not know if they would come back dead or alive.”  They stood in silence for a minute and watched the Heart of Time beat with light.  The light got brighter and dimmer, brighter and dimmer, just like a real heart.  The naiad spoke again.

“Lady?”

Lady Alice smiled for her friend.  “Now it has been thoroughly tested, and with my Storyteller lost for all that time, something I did not know was going to happen, it got cleanly tested, beginning to end.  When it got broken and his children went through the Golden Door to find all the pieces, I did not know if it would ever be made whole.  We saw the pieces seamlessly fit back into the crystal but did not know how history may have been affected, or maybe infected.  Now we know.  All is as it should be.  Hopefully, no one will ever have to invade history again.”

“Hopefully, the crystal will never get broken again,” the naiad said.

“That too,” Lady Alice agreed.

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Between now and Christmas, the posts will cover three long stories – novelettes –  that have appeared on this website in the past but you might not have caught them. First for the Fall, a haunting story of Ghosts for your reading pleasure. It was interesting to write considering in the beginning of the story everyone dies.

I hope you enjoyed reading the Avalon stories as much as I enjoyed writing them. You can always leave a comment, or write a note to mgkizzia42@gmail.com, or better yet, leave a review on the books up on Amazon, Smashwords, or wherever you prefer to find your books. Thanks.

Tune in Monday for details on the coming stories and what is being planned for 2024. Ghosts will begin on Tuesday so be there, and Happy Reading.

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Avalon 9.12 Home, part 3 of 4

People talked all at once.  They shuffled around and many stood to look around the table and the floor.  Most said, “What discs?” or “What recording?”  Alice Summers and Fyodor both asked, “What does it look like?”

In the confusion, Gilbert, the new guy stood, but Lockhart had his eye on the man.  When the man made a dash for the door, Lincoln stuck his foot out.  The man tripped but held on to something he had hidden under his suit jacket.  Lockhart landed right on top of the man.  Gilbert struggled, but not too hard because he did not want to damage whatever he had in the box.  Katie and Sergeant Major Thomas arrived and quickly put an end to the attempts to escape.  He got cuffed, so all he had was his mouth to argue with.

“The President wants to review the recordings and decide if some of the records need to be made public,” Gilbert admitted.

“Don’t you mean the Masters want it?” Lincoln said as he walked up.

Gilbert shook his head and stared at Lincoln, but he held his tongue.  An obvious lie would not have helped him at that point.  “General Weber,” he tried to say. “This is government property.”

Katie got the box that held the recordings and retrieved Decker’s ring.  She still wore her necklace with the camera.  She went to hand it to Alice, but Alice waved her off, saying, “Now that we have settled the administration spy in your midst, we have one more thing to do first.  Roland and Boston, would you come up here, please.”  Alice turned to Bobbi and asked.  “Are you ready?”

Bobbi took a deep breath and let it out, slowly.  She smiled and nodded.

Roland and Boston held hands and waved at the empty space at the front of the room.  They said, “How many miles to Avalon?  Three score miles and ten.  Can I get there by candlelight?  Yes, and back again.”

An image of an archaic stone archway eight feet tall and six feet wide appeared in the open space and slowly solidified.  The archway had a door so no one could see into that glorious country.

Alice hugged Bobbi and said, “You can come home and visit anytime.”

Boston called to Sukki. “Sister.  Come with me.  I want to show you my home.  You can come back whenever you are ready.”

Sukki hesitated.  “Mom?  Dad?”

Lockhart nodded as Katie spoke.  “Go on.  Enjoy yourself.  We are home now, and you are a big girl.  Be good but have fun.”  Katie smiled and Sukki responded with a smile.

Bobbi opened the door, and everyone caught the aroma of fresh cut grass, grain ready to harvest, and many kinds of flowers. Some caught the scent of the sea and swore they heard the breakers on the shore. Some heard the birds and bubbling brook.  A few lucky ones that happened to be at the right angle caught sight of the great castle on the hill with its uncountable towers and all the banners fluttering in the breeze.

Bobbi, Boston, Sukki, and Roland went into that other place, and Roland closed the door behind them.  The archway faded and vanished altogether, and Alice smiled.  “Welcome home,” she repeated for the travelers.  “Be good, and Merry Christmas.”  She raised her hands and vanished, this time without the flash of light because everyone was looking at her, and she did not need to get their attention.

While Lockhart and Sergeant Major Don Thomas got Gilbert settled, and two of the security crew carted him away to a lockup, Katie took a closer look around the room.  She had been occupied during the brunch catching up with Alexis, Roland, and Boston.  Now, it looked to Katie like something out of middle school.  The lawyers had a table.  The technology people had a different table.  The security group had a third table. There were a couple of other tables.  One for personnel, one for the medical staff and some scientists like biologists and chemists, and one for what was likely the physicists in the group.  She wondered if they mixed and matched well.

One table appeared to be all military people.  She saw a Lieutenant commander of the navy, two air force captains, though one had a patch that said U. S. Space Force.  She had some catching up to do. She later discovered that the space force was not official yet, and would not be for another four years, but that officer worked in space command.  She saw an army major and noticed that they all came in uniform.  They must have been told in advance.  Eating with the officers were five non-coms from the five branches, one being from the coast guard.  One was a marine staff sergeant, and Katie had to jog her memory to grab the woman’s name.

“Miriam,” she called.  The woman put her napkin on the table and came right over.  She came to attention and saluted.  Katie returned the salute and said, “You work for the director.”  It was a question.

“Yes ma’am.”

“Well, first of all, let’s dispense with coming to attention and the salute.  You can’t be saluting every time I come to the office.  You will never get any work done.  And second, call me Katie, though I suppose in public you should probably make that Lieutenant Colonel.”

“Lieutenant Colonel,” Miriam said.  The marine drilling and discipline to acknowledge rank was strong.  She did not doubt Lieutenant Colonel was what they would all call her, though the army and air force people might just call her Colonel.  They probably called Sergeant Major Thomas simply Sergeant.  Some service branches were not as strict as the marines.

“We ready?” Lockhart asked, interrupting Katie’s thoughts.  She nodded and told Miriam to come along.  Don Thomas also came, and Katie went back to her introspection as they walked.  Oddly, she did not imagine anything about what things might be like in the Pentagon and the Smithsonian.  She did wonder if Miriam was as good a secretary as reported, if maybe she could take the woman with her.

Down the hall, they came to the two elevators that went down to the third basement—the old bomb shelter.  It presently housed the main frame supercomputer that allowed the Men in Black to track just about everything on the planet.  It connected with several satellites, all built with enhanced alien technology garnered from the many different aliens that fell to Earth or visited and left things behind.  It also had regular maintenance and IT people that came in and out of the basement.

The other side of the basement remained a bomb shelter of sorts, where people could go in a time of emergency.  It got some revamping during the Vordan incident.  The security department got oversite for the shelter, to make sure the supplies remained fresh and the equipment like the generators and appliances remained in working order and up to date.  Security oversaw the basement armory.  Lockhart saw some ray-guns there and wondered how they worked.

They came to a big metal door at the back of the shelter and paused.  Lockhart, as the assistant director, had the authorization to open the safe.  One screen scanned his palm print.  Another scanned his iris.  There were other locks, and when the door opened, it made a great whooshing sound.  Miriam told Katie it was vacuum sealed.  Three white cloaked technicians stepped over from the computer side to watch.  They produced handguns when the door opened and told everyone to raise their hands and leave their guns in the holsters.  One technician took the recordings.  One stepped into the safe to retrieve something.  The third one spoke.

“Just as well Gilbert did not get away with these recordings,” he said.  “The Masters want these recordings.”  He paused to threaten Lockhart.  “I imagined taking your daughter as a hostage, but the wife will do.”  He made Katie move back toward the elevator and pushed the button to open the door and another button to hold it open.  The man holding the recording stayed to point his gun at the three by the door, focusing on Lockhart and Don Thomas who were likely dangerous.

“Hurry up,” the man shouted into the safe.  The woman that went in started to return when the other elevator arrived, and the door opened.  Someone shot the man by the door.  The one on the elevator with Katie quickly closed the elevator door to escape with his hostage.  Lockhart looked once at the elevators.  The one started to go up, but Lincoln and Alexis came from the other one.

“I didn’t trust that Gilbert to be working alone,” Lincoln said.

“I trust my husband’s suspicious instinct,” Alexis said with a smile.

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Avalon 9.12 Home, part 2 of 4

The travelers kept walking, while people raced toward them in golf carts and on foot.  Lockhart and Lincoln both saw familiar faces.  Katie brought Sukki to walk between herself and Lockhart having recognized the girl’s discomfort with all these new people.  Katie did manage a question before the people showed up.

“Mister Smith?”

“The alien Zalanid,” Lockhart said.  “He used to speak for the Kargill who does not appear to be on Earth at the moment.  We borrowed him and the Kargill ship when we dealt with the Vordan.”

“You remember,” Sukki said.  “Mister Smith was the alien visitor in Elizabeth’s day.”

Katie remembered.  “Still alive?”

“He sleeps a lot.  Suspended animation, er, cryogenic sleep.”

Katie nodded as the golf carts arrived.

Lockhart got plenty of hugs and handshakes and did his best to introduce people to his wife and daughter.  Lincoln got mobbed before his wife Alexis arrived.  She threw herself into his arms and cried a little between kisses.  Her father passed away shortly after she and Boston came home.

“He looked at me in my elf form and said he was satisfied.  At least his daughter would not die before him,” Alexis said, and sniffled.  “After he died, Alice made me human again, and I waited and worried for you.”

“I’m here now.”  Lincoln did his best to hold her and comfort her.

Katie smiled and shook plenty of hands.  She decided she would have to make a list of everyone’s names, and she looked forward to getting to know these people.  She was especially curious about the two marines, Staff Sergeant Miriam Haddad, who called herself a secretary and chief file clerk, and Sergeant Major Don Thomas who helped run the security group.  They both saluted her and called her Lieutenant Colonel, though she was not in uniform.

“Yes,” the sergeant major said.  “Miriam and I came here with Brigadier General Weber five years ago during the Vordan incident.  The Kairos said at the time I was in over my head. I still am.”

“So am I,” Lockhart interjected and put one hand on Katie’s shoulder.  “The lieutenant colonel is my wife, and did you meet our daughter, Sukki.”

Sukki smiled briefly through her discomfort before she got distracted.  Boston came racing up, faster than any human could run, and she yelled.

“Sister.”

Boston and Sukki hugged and cried tears that were both happy and sad.  Boston’s husband Roland stood back and smiled for the girls, but he also kept one eye on his sister, Alexis.  He also felt some of her sorrow over the loss of their father Mingus.  Father said he was pleased with Boston.  He said she was a good wife and everything an elf maiden should be.  He said he was satisfied that Roland finally grew up.  Roland was not sure about that.  He loved his wife, Boston, and maybe someday they would have a child of their own.  Maybe that was something like being grown-up, sort of.

Ms. Roberta Brooks—Bobbi, the director of the Men in Black hobbled down from the golf cart.  She had aged in the last five years.  She looked seventy.  She limped and pointed to her legs.  “Blocked arteries,” she said with a grin.  “Just like the Storyteller.”  She grabbed Lockhart for a big hug and complained.  “It isn’t entirely fair.  You get your legs back and get out of that wheelchair, and then you get to be young again.  But I understand.”  She let go and took a step back.  “My compensation is giving you all the hassles and headaches of this organization while I get to retire.  Come.  Bring your wife and daughter.  Let’s go up to the big house.”

Bobbi got back in the golf cart and moaned a bit because of her knees.  She patted the seat beside her for Lockhart. Katie and Sukki got in the back while Roland and Boston went to walk with Lincoln and Alexis.  Bobbi said one more thing as she paused to rub and warm her hands before she began to drive.  “Did you pick Christmas Eve on purpose?  It is cold.”

They all went straight to the cafeteria where the cooks had prepared a big brunch.  They had everything from apples to zucchini.  Katie got some eggs, bacon, and toast.  Lockhart stuck with the roast beef, though he took a peanut butter and jelly sandwich to have on the side.  He also filled the biggest mug he could find with coffee and said, “At last.”  Honestly, he had coffee with Casidy, and in Doctor Mishka’s Hollywood, but there seemed to be some principle involved.  Sukki tried to eat a bit of everything.  Many items were new to her.  She did tend to hang out at the desert table.  She swore after that she was going to have a chocolate eclair every morning for breakfast, or maybe some chocolate donuts.

When people were fed and the room settled down into small, soft conversations, Alice arrived in a flash of light that got everyone’s attention.  “I cannot stay long in this place,” she said.  “Sorry for the interruption, but we have business to attend.”  She looked at Bobbi.  “Do you have the box?”

Bobbi nodded and turned to a man at the next table, the lawyers table.  Alice Summers, the woman who designed the peace treaty with the Vordan handed a small box across the table to the man nearest Bobbi.  He handed it across the aisle, but Lockhart raised his eyebrows.  He did not know the man.  Back when Boston pushed him around in a wheelchair, and he was the assistant director, he made a point of getting to know everyone in the building.  Bobbi, who did not notice Lockhart’s reaction, said, “Thank you Gilbert.”  She turned to Katie.  “I believe you need to be in dress uniform for this.”  Then she stood with a minimum of groans and brought the box to Alice.

Katie stood and adjusted her fairy weave clothing to make it appear like a marine full-dress uniform.  Some of the people gasped to see the clothing change in size, shape, texture, and color, though some were still blinking from the appearance of Alice.  Katie stepped forward and had an idea what this was about.

Lady Alice opened the box and pulled out two silver oak leaves, the insignia of a lieutenant colonel.  She spoke first.  “Decker saved these, and they have been kept in the director’s office for the last hundred years.  Jax handed them to Bobbi when he retired along with the hatchet of Lars, the symbol of the North American director.  The oak leaves belong to you.  All of the appropriate papers are on file here and at the Pentagon, but I get the honor of pinning them on.”  Alice did so, and Katie saluted.  Alice returned the salute and put the major’s insignia in the box for safe keeping.  She turned to the gathering as Bobbi retrieved the other artifact from Ms. Summers.

“Lieutenant Colonel Lockhart will head the archeology and anthropology department. She will work out of the Pentagon and the Smithsonian where she will be able to keep tabs on North American activities.  Now, Robert, would you please come up front.”

Lockhart stood and came to stand beside his wife.  Alice took a step back and Bobbi stepped forward.  “Robert Lockhart,” Bobbi said, and she made him take the oath of office right there.  She took the tomahawk, which it was, and handed it to Lockhart, saying, “The claw of the eagle has now passed to the next generation.  Stay true to the Charter.  Uphold the Code of Establishment.  Keep your eyes and ears open.  Do not let down your guard or neglect the watch for the sake of the whole human race.  May peace and quiet be yours throughout your time of service.”

“Not likely,” Lockhart whispered.

“That is just what I said,” Bobbi returned the whisper.

Alice clapped, so everyone did, but she quickly held up her hand for silence.  “Now, we have some cameras and five-years’ worth of recordings to lock up.  Katie, would you fetch the records?”  She watched and waited patiently.

Katie went straight to her backpack and found it improperly tied. She opened it and saw the recording discs were gone.  She shouted.  “Nobody move.  The discs are missing.”

Avalon 9.12 Home, part 1 of 4

After 1953 A.D. Men in Black Headquarters, Washington DC

Kairos lifetime 121: Glen, the Storyteller

Recording End

Lockhart, Katie, Sukki, and Lincoln appeared in a field near the main road.  The air felt like winter.  The trees were bare, but there did not appear to be any snow or ice on the ground.

“December,” Lincoln guessed, and no one disagreed.

They stopped there at first so they could thicken their fairy weave against the cold and Lockhart could explain a couple of things.  Lockhart pointed to the sign at the end of the mile-long driveway that identified the building in the distance as government property and said No Trespassing.  The gate looked closed.  “The guard house looks empty, but the intercom works,” Lockhart began.

“The gate and fence that runs through the trees that line the road are wired, not electrified, but with sensors that will detect anyone unauthorized coming through the gate or climbing over the fence.”  Lincoln added.

“All of this land around is owned by the Men in Black,” Lockhart explained to Katie and Sukki.  “It is mostly rocky, forest covered hills, so I suppose it is not very good farmland.”

Lincoln interrupted again.  “It is marked on the maps as three farms, about five thousand acres altogether.  Three families presumably hold the land in trust.  They run some cattle on two farms, and sheep on one of the farms, but it has mostly been left to grow wild like a buffer area around the main building.”

“That was a good thing five years ago when the Vordan came in their fighter ships and tried to melt the building with their heat rays,” Lockhart said.  “There weren’t any houses or businesses close enough where innocent people might have gotten hurt.”

“So you have said,” Katie responded as she slipped her arm around Sukki’s broad shoulders and gave a little squeeze.  That brought a smile and opened Sukki’s mouth.

“I am sure they were not heat rays.”

Katie looked at the girl and returned the smile.  “Your father thinks all alien weapons are ray guns.”

Lockhart grumped.  “You can see the guard house is run down, looking like it has not been regularly manned since the cold war,” he continued.  “It hasn’t, but the look is deliberate to suggest that anything interesting or secret has long since been removed from the area.  It suggests to the casual passersby that there is nothing worth seeing there.”

The travelers paused as they watched a car move down the road.  The older couple in the car ignored the people in their backpacks and soon drove around the bend while Lincoln added a thought.  “This used to all be farmland for miles around.  Now, there is a village center and a strip mall with a couple of housing developments in that direction. The other direction brings you to towns and suburbs, and eventually Washington.”

“We only have around fifty people that work here on a regular, permanent basis.  This is the headquarters building for North America.  Most operatives are trained and placed back in their regular jobs and regular lives, and fortunately, many are never called to check out any strange and unusual things.”

“Most don’t live like Scully and Mulder,” Katie surmised.

“Who?” Lockhart asked.  Katie just smiled.  Robert was not a science fiction fan.

“There are satellite offices in a couple of dozen places around the continent with a dozen or so people in each place,” Lincoln said.  “Panama City, Mexico City, Los Angeles, Vancouver, Anchorage…”

“And so on,” Lockhart interrupted.  “Maybe five hundred people are on the payroll for all of North America, but there are roughly two thousand or more others spread all over the place, including all through the Caribbean.”

“But they are working their regular jobs, living regular lives, and not likely to ever be needed,” Katie understood.  “I need to get back to work in the Pentagon.”

“Yes,” Lincoln said.  “We need someone to check on archeological digs, worldwide.”

Lockhart did not feel so sure about that.  The Pentagon was a good hour away, not counting traffic.  He supposed they might find a place halfway between.  “Anyway—Swenny Way,” he said.  “We need to cross over to the gate and let people know we are here…”

“Lockhart!”

He got interrupted by a call from across the street.  They saw a woman, a slender and beautiful blonde, wearing what appeared to be an evening gown, or a fancy nightgown.  It was hard to tell.  The woman waved for them to join her, and after a quick look up and down the street, and a slight pause while a dump truck roared by, they crossed over and Lockhart identified the woman.

“Lady Alice.”  He added a note for Katie, who knew, and Sukki, who maybe did not know.  “Lady Alice keeps Avalon, the island of the Kairos in the Second Heavens.”

Lincoln had a question when they got close.  “I thought the Storyteller was the Kairos in this time.  I am glad he made it home from the chaos of the Second Heavens before time began, but shouldn’t he be here.  I thought you couldn’t be in two places at once.”

Alice smiled for them all and made a point of hugging Sukki.  “He is home, four hundred miles from here, sleeping at this hour.  But even if he was awake, I could visit with you.  He does not remember anything about the Men in Black or the Kairos he is, or any such thing.”  She turned and began to walk slowly toward the fence as she continued to explain.

“The golem that filled his shoes over the last nearly six years while he was away remained connected to him during all that time.  That was the main reason we never gave up hoping that he would make it back alive.  The golem began to write about the lives of the Kairos almost from the beginning.  After a couple of years, he began to write about your journey through time.  The stories are up on various websites.  You can read them.  Just don’t argue with them.  Some things were changed to protect the innocent.  Other things, including some historical bits, were fudged, as he says, so the Masters will not get a clear picture of your activities.”

“The Masters,” Lockhart said.  “They worry me, and now that we are in our proper time and have no idea what the future might be, I don’t know how we would even recognize them.”

“I am here,” Alice said.  “I can warn you, so don’t worry.  Yes.  The Masters remain a problem even at this late date, but we can work things out.”

They came to the fence and Alice pulled something like a stick from an unknown pocket in her dress.  She pointed it at the fence and the fence became ghost-like in that spot so they could walk right through it.  Once through, the fence appeared solid again and Alice said she had more to tell them.

“The golem suffered a series of mini strokes at the end of 2012, the beginning of 2013 and stayed in the hospital for four days.  It was not that he needed to stay there so long, but you know doctors don’t work on New Year’s Eve or New Year’s Day, and apparently, they don’t worry about the hospital bills piling up.”  She paused to click her tongue, tsk, tsk.  “But it told us the Storyteller must have suffered the same and the connection remained strong.”

“But the Storyteller is back now,” Lincoln said.  “Time is straightened out again, isn’t it?”

Alice paused as they came to the edge of the trees and started across a very large field toward the building in the distance.  She seemed to be thinking of something before she spoke again.  “He is back home and presently retired and sleeping, but he is continuing to write the stories of the Kairos and finishing your stories.  I am not at liberty to say how he knows about your adventures, or how he knows anything at all about the Kairos, and all the basic details of my many lifetimes in the past and future.  Let us say the block on his memory that the goddess of memory, Mnemosyne, put on him when he visited in the days of the Princess is not a complete block.  The Kairos is counted among the gods, even if the Storyteller is strictly a human mortal and with no special powers, magic, or gifts of any kind.  Let us also say, he believes it is a great product of his active imagination and something to do since he became disabled.  Hopefully, he will be able to finish his years in peace.  He can walk, but not run.  He has blocked arteries in both legs, but telling the stories seems like a tonic for him.”

“Let us hope he does not end up in a wheelchair,” Lockhart said.  “I remember being in one back when I was old before this journey started and I got made young again.”

Katie touched Lockhart in the arm to get his attention, which she had in any case.  “I mostly forget about the age difference these days,” she said.  “I think we have bridged that gap.”

Lockhart smiled and slipped his arm over her shoulder the way she had over Sukki’s shoulder earlier.

“Okay,” Alice said.  “You have been seen so listen up.  First, leave the Storyteller alone if at all possible.  Second, Katie, do you have Decker’s ring?”  Katie nodded.  “You need to put the ring, your necklace, and the full recording of your journey in the safe, here, and leave it there for the time being.  You are not allowed to make copies or share it in any way with the marines, the Pentagon, the government, area 51, or anyone.  You are certainly not allowed to let General Weber get his hands on it.”

“General Weber?” Katie looked up.

“Correct, Lieutenant Colonel Harper-Lockhart.  There have been some changes while you were gone.”

“Understood,” Lockhart said.

“Third,” Alice continued.  “Lockhart, you have been promoted.  You are now officially the Director for North America, and presently for the organization internationally.  Lincoln, you are now the assistant director, which means you get to sit at a desk and shuffle paperwork all day.”

“Ahh,” Lincoln said.  “It sounds like heaven.”

“And fourth, you need to leave Mister Smith in his chamber, sleeping for now.”

Lockhart nodded but Katie looked uncertain.

Lastly, or fifth.  Try to limit your storytelling to what the Storyteller has written in his books.  I know you have not read them yet, but they are safe for public consumption.  You never know who might be listening.  It is good to have you home safe and sound.”

Alice smiled and vanished in a flash of light.  Sukki wanted to ask about Nanette and Decker, Tony, and especially Elder Stow, if Alice could tell her anything.  She would have to wait and ask later.  Presently, the anxiety of meeting a bunch of brand-new people was enough for her to worry about.  And the people were coming, bumping along in some sort of electric buggies, and running.

Avalon 9.11 Blitz, part 4 of 4

Elder Stow got taken to a base just north of York, well away from the bombing areas, where the bombing runs could be viewed, evaluated, and adjusted as needed.  He spent three days there locked up and interrogated.  He told the truth and held nothing back, which surprised his interrogators.  He did not need to be persuaded.

He did not focus on his feelings, nor the way he changed in his attitude and perspective over those years, but that was expected.  No one asked about that. Gott-Druk were a naturally private people.  They did not express their feelings well, even if they often wore their feelings on their sleeve, as Alexis used to say.  Besides, this became something like a report, and personal feelings had no place in a report.

Elder Stow did not share much about the little spirits he encountered, in part because they would not be believed and might be taken a signs of metal distress, and in part, because his people had stories about just such little ones.  They were often not good stories.  Such stories sometimes gave Gott-Druk children nightmares.

He also did not share about finding the long, lost expedition of Burrgh the Mighty—the first attempt to retake the earth for the Gott-Druk in those slower-than-light Agdaline ships.  He did mention Sukki, but he talked about her as a young woman they happened across, and one who belongs in the future.  He did not say exactly when in the future.

One thing Elder Stow did talk about was his impression of Homo Sapiens.  He emphasized their capacity for love, courage, and compassion.  These were things the Gott-Druk might not outwardly admit but might inwardly admire.  He also showed examples of their ingenuity and their capacity to face trouble and adversity head on with only faith and hope to guide them.  He concluded that portion of his report by saying that if it was the intention of the Gott-Druk to break the spirit of the English people with the day and night bombing, they would fail, miserably.

Elder Stow had little hope of converting his Gott-Druk listeners who had a lifetime of anti-human propaganda poured into their heads.  When the brainwashed teachers all say the same thing, and your peers buy into it like sheep, it is hard not to be brainwashed yourself.  Rare is the independent and revolutionary thinker.  Elder Stow understood that most minds would be so closed, hatred for humans would be all they could see.  And the Gott-Druk were very good at closed minds.  Stubborn and Stupid as the Kairos called it.  But some of the younger ones might take a second look.  Many were in their early twenties when they came to earth.  Now in their early thirties, they were probably thinking they should be home getting married and starting their own families.

With that in mind, Elder Stow talked all about the marriages of Boston and Roland, Katie and Lockhart, Decker and Nanette.  He told how Lockhart and Katie adopted Sekhmet and Artie in the ancient days, and Sukki in more recent times. They could not have children of their own on the road because those children would be trapped in the time zone they were born into.  He explained how Millie and Evan stayed in ancient Rome because they wanted to have children.  Millie wanted a little girl.  He did not hold anything back on that score, and figured he got to some of the younger crew members with that.

Since Elder Stow cooperated and needed no persuasion to tell where he had been over the last nine years, he got to ask a few questions of his own, presumably pertaining to the activities of his people in the last nine years.  Things were progressing, but the continent was not being depopulated.  He played dumb, like he did not understand.  He got told the change in plan.  The idea, now, was to make the humans into a slave race.  Elder Stow argued that slaves were not nearly as efficient as the technology they possessed, but his interrogators refused to listen.  He concluded, out loud, that there had to be another reason, since the slave idea made no sense.  That was the only time he got hit and told not to speak of it again.

It sounded suspicious, but it was not evidence of the Masters. For that, he had to wait until the Mother and Father of the expedition arrived on the morning of the fourth day.  Immediately, Mother gave herself away when she called him a traveler, though he had not worn his recognizable glamour that whole time.  Father called him a liar—though he had to be the greatest liar that ever lived to invent so many chronologically perfect, elaborately detailed, and consistent stories.  He indignantly offered to show them if that was necessary to prove the point.  They appeared to secretly smile, but Elder Stow caught it.  It was on their sleeves, even as Alexis said.  They took him up on the offer and Elder Stow kept his own smile in check.

Elder Stow got his old scanner which had been stored in a box, untouched.  He directed the medium-sized people transport to the right spot on some man’s farm.  The transport could carry up to forty people or soldiers.  There were presently twenty-two, with the two being the pilot and co-pilot.  Father and Mother, five Elders, seven younger officers, and five security guards accompanied Elder Stow to the precise location.  When they arrived, he set the parameters of the time gate in his mind before he pushed the button that burned out the scanner.  He did not want the masters to learn how to locate the time gates no matter what.

“Well,” he overreacted.  “This poor little scanner got so much use over these years I’m surprised it lasted this long.”  The others grunted.  Elder Stow was a chief engineer, so they all assumed he knew what he was talking about.

“But what good is that?” Mother yelled at him.  “How do you intend to activate the time gate now?”

Elder Stow shook his head.  “The scanner only locates the time gates.  It has to be activated by something out of sync with time.  Only something that belongs in a different time period can activate the gate.”  Elder Stow clamped his mouth shut.  He suddenly feared that like Lincoln, he might be telling them too much.

“But we have no such thing, unless you mean something that is more than sixty years old,” Father said.

Elder Stow continued to shake his head, though he remembered that there were twenty or forty years in a generation, depending on the context, but sixty years was the original maximum lifespan of the Kairos.  In this case, only the Masters would know that.  “Wouldn’t do,” Elder Stow said.  “Any such artifact would have been here over the last sixty years, so it lived through those years, so to speak, so it is still in its proper time zone.  No, it has to be something displaced in time itself.”

“Where can we find such a thing?” Father demanded.

Mother snarled.  “So, we came here for nothing,” she said.  “You cannot prove your madness.  You are the liar Father first proclaimed.”

Elder Stow stopped shaking his head.  He pulled an American ten-dollar bill from his pocket.  “This bill came forward with me when I came through the gate from the 1930s.  It is now displaced in time.  It is a bit worn, but it was worn when I got it.  Still, you see it came forward in time without ill affect and can now open the time gate.”  It has organic fibers, he thought.  Metal coins would not work, but no need to tell them that.  He squeezed the bill between his thumb and forefinger and reached out carefully.  Everyone saw the shimmering in the air when it appeared.

Elder Stow backed up.  He was in danger if he went through.  He was well over fifty and 2015 was another seventy-four years away.  Over the centuries, the Gott-Druk doubled their life expectancy from forty to eighty years.  Ninety was common enough but one hundred was about the limit.  No Gott-Druk ever live one hundred and thirty years, and Mother and Father were in their late sixties.  Suddenly ageing an additional seventy-four years would make them over one hundred and forty, and that would surely kill them.

“Here, let me go through to demonstrate.  I promise I’ll come right back,” Elder Stow said.

“Wait,” Father shouted and waved at Elder Stow.  Two guards came to grab Elder Stow’s arms.  “I don’t trust you to come back.”

“We must test it ourselves,” Mother said, and with a glance at Father, she stepped through the time gate.  They waited until the time gate deactivated.  They all waited, almost a whole hour before Father turned on Elder Stow.

“Maybe she saw something to explore,” Elder Stow suggested.  “I still have the dollar.  I could go to look for her.”

Father stuck out his hand.  Elder Stow handed over the ten-dollar bill.  Father activated the time gate and took one of the Elders and two guards with him.  “Hold him until I return,” he told the guards.  They went through and immediately people stepped away from a great flash of light.  The Kairos Danna, the goddess stepped from the light surrounded by dozens of elves, fairies, and dwarfs, and she herself deactivated the time gate.

“Elder Tanik,” Danna said.  “You are now the senior officer of the expedition.  May I recommend you go home?  The Gott-Druk may visit here, but nine years is not a visit.”

“But… We have not finished our mission…” Elder Tanik shook in the face of the goddess, but he responded.  Elder Stow spoke plainly in answer to his fellow elder even as he pulled his arms free from the grip of the guards.

“A daft mission.  We cannot make the German’s strong enough to clean the continent for our purposes, which was the original mission in case you have forgotten. What is more, we cannot introduce a disease as they did during the last great conflict because any disease that can infect the humans can also infect us. I had forgotten about that.  Such an evil thing should never be done.  The Spanish Flu ruined the last expedition, and rightly so.”

“But wait,” one of the other Elders spoke to Elder Stow since he dared not look at the goddess.  “What will we do when Father and Mother return?”

“They will never return,” Danna said as she explained about the ageing process and introduced Rupert, the young boy that stood at her side.  She said, “Rupert comes from the place the time gate comes out.  He will bury the bags of bones when they come through in the future.  Listen.  Your Father and Mother are gone.  Go home, or I will send you where you do not want to go.”

Elder Stow began to walk toward the transport.  One by one the rest of the Gott-Druk followed.  Elder Stow felt bad about luring Mother and Father to their death, but clearly, they were serving the Masters, and that made them enemy combatants as Decker would say.  Still, he did not feel too bad about it, and the rest of his people showed no signs of concern.  He knew they were all human of a sort, however, they were not Homo Sapiens.

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MONDAY

Episode 9.12 Home, will end book 9 and end the series. Until then, Happy Reading

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