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Tending the Stones for the Lock, XXIV

23nd part of the new weekly story.  (1st Part)   The inspiration for this came from an off hand comment I made on Facebook, and since people seemed interested I decided to follow through.  Happy Reading. 

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“You have a deficiency.”  Austin said in the same room he had examined Brodie in.

“Nothing a couple of nights in my own bed would not cure along with a couple of massages and some regular naps in my recliner.”   Mrs. Emily said examining the blue crystal set in the ring that Austin had tried to use on Brodie earlier.  “Is this from the trolls?”

“Do not try and change the subject Ms. Emily, you need to take it easy and recharge your energy.”

“I have only met three Trolls in my time, a mother and her two sons.”

“Not Dannila?”

Ms. Emily snapped her fingers. “Yeah that was her name is she the one that took you into the caverns?”

Austin sighed and put his hands on his hips. “You did it again changing the subject. You have been protecting Brodie.”  It was not a question. “I sensed that his has been under your protection but he would not allow me to fully diagnosis him.”  Mrs. Emily looked at him with a small look of surprise, Austin answered her question. “He was not sure he could trust me without your ‘Ok.” Austin stepped back and placed his hands on his hips and switched to an authorities tone.  “You need one day of touching the ground.  No flying, no moving around, I want you barefoot.”

Ms. Emily quipped quickly. “And pregnant?”

Austin rolled his eyes.  “I am serious one full day touching the ground, my yurt has a dirt floor, and is warm and I have been working on a great green citrus tea mix.”

Ms. Emily shrugged her shoulders.  “How is your internet connection?”

Austin looked at her puzzled.

“I have to send some e-mails and I do not want to use the C.I.A. connection on this plane.”

Austin looked around at the interior of the place a bit shocked.  “You stole a C.I.A. plane?”‘

Emily shrugged again. “They donated it temporarily.”

 

Mrs. Emily settled into the improvised recliner made from a camping cot and numerous pillows and blankets, she ensured that both of her feet were flat on the ground making contact with mother Earth.  She had a book she had taken off the plane, Jules Verne’s Mysterious Island, what a hard back edition of the book was doing on a C.I.A plane was a mystery, she flipped several pages and found her spot, she had never used book marks or dog eared pages but she was always able to find the page in a book within a few turns almost always forward never back.  She wondered if the skill was part of being The Chosen One, not that it was worth the effort to figure out but it was an interesting phenomenon.

“This won’t hurt?”

“Not in the least at the very most you might hear or feel a humming in your head, but no one has ever said it was unpleasant, just curious.”

“Okay.”  The voice of Brodie responded from behind the screen which separated Austin’s examination and treatment area from the rest of the his yurt.

“I just need you to lay still for about an hour it will be fine if you fall asleep.”  Austin’s calm and reassuring voice instructed.

The slightly worried voice of Brodie answered.  “Okay.”  The worried tone was normal for the man and Ms. Emily did not sense anything other than normal concern in his voice.

The next hour was quiet as Emily made good progress on the book, getting to one of the mysterious gifts left for the castaways when there was a stirring behind privacy screen.   “Brodie you can wake up now.”

“Are we all done?”

“Yep.”

There was a bit of shuffling around and Brodie and Austin came around the screen.  “Would you like to know what I found?”

Brodie simply nodded and finished buttoning up his shirt.

“Do you mind if Ms. Emily hears?”  Austin said looking back and forth between the two of them.

“No not at all.”  Brodie answered without hesitation.

Austin nodded. “You have a clean bill of health, both physically and magically, although your spirt, aura or soul, whatever you call it has grown significantly as of the last several weeks. But I think you knew that.”

Brodie gave a shrug and a nod at the same time, unsure how to process the information but seemingly to accept it for what it was. “But I am alright otherwise?”

“Oh yes, tip top shape.”  Austin replied.

“And Ms. Emily will be fine with a day of rest?”  Brodie asked.

Austin nodded.  “Yes, as long as she gets a complete day of rest like I have prescribed, you see as we get older our spirt and body start to converge and compliment each other, so one starts to influence the other, when a soul is strong it strengths the body, although it helps if both grow strong before the age of sixty or seven, that way they support each other equally.”

Brodie nodded.

“Well now that we have been checked out by the good doctor and he says we are both fine can you return to the plane and get my laptop I have not checked my e-mail in a while and I am sure my children are throwing a fit about how long I have been out of touch.”

“I thought I put the laptop in my backpack?”  Brodie said reaching for his leather bag.

“You did, but I got it out before we left the plane this morning and forgot to put it back in.”

Brodie nodded and turned toward Austin.  “The plane is that way right.”  He said pointing towards the east.

Austin nodded and pointed in the same direction Brodie had just pointed.

Brodie nodded and left the yurt and Austin secured the door behind him so the occasional wind would not grab it when he got back inside he saw the look in Ms. Emily’s eye.  The same look a parent gave him before asking about the truth of a child’s condition.  “Well?”

“I said he was fine and he is.”

“But?”

“His aura changed significantly lately, obviously from his encounter with the dragon, the green in his nature is fading a bit and the blue is coming on stronger.”

Ms. Emily nodded. Green meant nurturing, a shift to a more bluish color meant he would feel more protective. “A major change?”

Austin shrugged now.  “It is not an exact science, heck at this point it is much more art than science, but it might have been changing anyways due to all this globetrotting you have been exposing him too.”

Ms. Emily nodded.  She liked Brodie, but everyone changed in their lives, it was natural and inevitable at least in healthy people.  She pitied the people that never grew, that never changed they were poor souls.

 

 

Sorry folks for the long time between entries.   Will try and get back on track for once a week.  

 

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Tending the Stones for the Lock, XXIII

22nd part of the new weekly story.  (1st Part)   The inspiration for this came from an off hand comment I made on Facebook, and since people seemed interested I decided to follow through.  Happy Reading. 

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“I am a healer let me do my job.”

“You are a quack and you are not coming onto my plane.”

“First off, it is not your plane, second off I am a Harvard educated physician who did my residency at John Hopkins.”

Ms. Mulan put her hands on her hips and then held up her hands counting off with her fingers as she made her points.  “A, I am the pilot of this plane so I am in charge of the plane, therefore it is my plane.  B, you gave up your practice to travel the world and you lost your license because the AMA lost track of you as I did when you went on walkabout from the hospital in Nepal.”

“Oh so this is personal M and M.”

Mary Mulan winced at the use of her initials.

“Mary as much as I would love to stand on this wonderful runway and argue with you about what I may or may not have done the High Pilgrim sent for me and I am pretty sure he is paying the bills on this charter technically it is his plane.”

Mary rolled her eyes and stepped out of the way.

 

“I am fine.”

“If that is true than the doctor will say so until then you stay in bed.”

Brodie sighed and laid back on the bed staring at the ceiling.

“Knock, knock.”   A smiling blonde haired man with a mustache and goatee poked his head into the small room.

“Austin?”  Holly said taking a step away from the bed and hugging the man as he came into the room, right after she hugged him she gave him a very hard open hand slapped the man.

Brodie observed this and was very confused and from the look of this Austin he was too.

“The hug is from me, the slap is from the best friend of the woman you dumped at the altar.”

Austin held up his hand as if to ask a question then just shook his head.

“Brodie this is Austin, Austin is a doctor and he knows about the magical implications”  she said this last bit with a waving of her hands.  “Nice seeing you Austin, check out Brodie and then get off the plane.”  With that she turn and left the room her blonde pony tail bouncing as she went.”

Austin did not say anything he just opened his black doctors bag at the foot the bed and he pulled out a stethoscope and a blood pressure cuff.  Five minutes later after a thought medical exam Austin placed his tools back in the bag.  “Medically you are fine.”

“Well that is good to know.”

“But.”  Austin pulled out a leather drawstring pouch from his pocket and pulled out a large gold ring with a crystal set in the middle of it.  “This will tell me what happened to you when you met the dragon.”

Brodie looked at the item suspiciously.  “I know what happened to me, the dragon talked to me.”

“Really what did he say?”

Brodie was about to answer but then a thought struck him, maybe he should not say anything to this stranger.  “Before you do anything else can you tell me where Mrs. Emily is?”

Austin paused. “Mrs. Emily is with Derek and the High Pilgrim at his yurt.”

“Can I talk to her before you do, whatever it is you are going to do with that thing.”  He said pointing to the gold and crystal object.

Austin looked at it and shrugged then placed it back in it’s small bag.

Brodie sat up in the bed and then put his feet on the floor.  “Doctor before you leave can you check out Mrs.Emily,”  he paused when the man looked at him quizzically. “I just want someone to check her out, I mean she is getting up there in age and all and we have been keeping some strange hours and all.”

Austin nodded.

“Now where are my shoes?”  Brodie said looking around the small space.

 

Brodie walked with him to the ramp, the man looked around and Brodie did too, he did not see anyone else and he heard the man sigh.

“Long history with Ms. Mulan and Holly.”

“A couple of years ago I was dating Mary it got serious but my research took an unexpected turn and I had to leave Nepal suddenly and she did not like it.”

“Ouch.”  Brodie said then after a few seconds he thought to ask next logical question. “Was it worth it?”

“I spent eighteen months with the trolls, I traveled from Nepal to Kilimanjaro, I learned so much about crystal properties from them it was amazing.”

“There are trolls?”

Austin continued to stare out into the darkness.  “Oh yeah at last count five thousand trolls, but it is a steady population due to their limited resources and no desire to come into conflict with the other races due to scarcity of resources.”

“Other races, you mean humans?”

“Among others.”   Austin looked at him confused then quizically. “You didn’t know their were trolls or other races besides humans, how did you get mixed up with the High Pilgrim and all this he said motioning around at the plane and out towards the darkness.”

“It is kind of simple really, I take care of Mrs.Emily and she brought me along to help take care of her and I find out there are trolls, dragons and magic.”

Austin whistled then threw away a comment. “You are new.”

“Someone else just said that to me.”  Brodie said in a whisper.

 

“He has got some nerve.”

Holly did not say anything she just nodded and checked off the items on the clipboard that was so conviently left by the last crew.

“He shows up and just act like nothing happened.”

“I told you I slapped him.”

“Yes and thank you for that, but I have always envisioned something a lot more drastic then just a slap.”  Mary Mulan said with an evil tone.

“Scorpions down the front of his pants?”  Holly said smiling.

“Too short term.”  Mary said.

“Fill his doctor bag with fire ants so when he takes it home his yurt becomes infested.”

“Nice but you are thinking too small.”

Holly thought for a few minutes then shrugged.

“I am going to call his mother and tell her where he is.”  Mary said.

Holly giggled.  “You are truly evil.”

 

(1st Part) (2nd Part)  (3rd Part) (4th Part) (5th Part) (6th Part) (7th Part) (8th Part) (9th Part)(Part 10) (Part 11)(Part 12)(Part 13)(Part 14)(Part 15)(Part 16)(Part 17)(Part 18) (Part 19) (Part 20)(Part 21) (Part 22)  (Part 23)

Not crazy about the title, any suggestions will be duly considered.

The problem I have discovered with this type of writing is if I commit to something in the story there is no taking it back I just have to go with is and write my way out of it.  

If you would like to read my last weekly story, A Disinclined Purveyor of Sequential Art here it is. (Written in 2013, the same year my wife left me, so I was a different person back then, and I hope I have learned a lot about writing since then.)

If you want to see one of  my complete books try Disconnect in the Outfitters Universe.  

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Tending the Stones for the Lock XXII

21st part of the new weekly story.  (1st Part)   The inspiration for this came from an off hand comment I made on Facebook, and since people seemed interested I decided to follow through.  Happy Reading. 

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“Damn.”  Emily said as she saw that Brodie was looking at the dragon dead center in the eye.  Emily took a deep breath and slowly and very carefully finished moving the rock she had in her hand to its proper place, then standing slowly using both her canes she stood facing the green dragon with her head bowed.  Her mind was racing but she tried to remain calm on the exterior, knowing one wrong move would doom Brodie.  Out of the corner of her eye she saw the High Pilgrim prostrating himself on the ground along with the rest of the travelers.

“Child I know what you are doing.”

“Of course you do honored one.”

“You did not seek my clan’s approval before coming into this place.”

Emily was careful with her phrasing.  “Honored one you speak to confuse me, I understood that keeping the world in balance was the duty of all good creatures and no permission was needed to do right.”

The dragon growled from somewhere deep in it’s body. Emily raised her eyes slightly looking thru her eyelashes. Brodie was frozen still his face only inches from the dragon, she had never met a dragon before and was unsure if it was a good thing or a bad thing the longer he met the gaze of the large beast.  “You are Emily the one who has been traveling and ensuring the lock for the demon stays in place.”

“Yes honored one.”  She said honored herself that the dragon knew her name.

The growl changed, from a deep one to one that sounded almost like a chuckle.

“You two legs think what you do matters so much.”  With that he moved back away from Brodie and then took his front paw and placed a claw in the middle of the man’s forehead and gave a tap and Brodie fell straight back and thudded on the ground.  Emily winced as his crumpled onto to the ground.  The dragon jumped over Brodie’s unmoving body and in a flash and was inches away from her, luckily her eyes were still downward but she could tell it was staring at her.  “You know in the long run the battle will rage between the Demon and the Guardian.”

“Yes I know it will happen but hopefully not during my days.”

Again a long stare from the dragon then a sniff from the creature. “How many days have you been on this ball.”

Emily thought quickly trying to decipher exactly what he wanted to know. “Ah I have been on Earth for seventy-eight years.”

The dragon huffed.  “Seventy-eight years, seventy-eight days, you two legs scurry about with so little time to you, maybe that is why you try to move so fast in your metal boxes.”  Then there was silence for a few minutes.  The dragon did not move, and did not say anything either.  If it had been a person Emily would have felt very uncomfortable but as it was it just scary.  Another few minutes passed and Emily was getting tired and the length of the day was beginning to wear on her and even though this dragon had all the time in the world she did not.  “Honored one I do not want to be disrespectful but I need to check on my friend.”  She turned towards Brodie and began to move around the left side of the dragon knowing that at any moment would be her last.  Then the dragon was gone.  Emily raised her eyes up slowly and looked around and saw the deep impressions in the sand where the dragons claws had been.  Emily let out and breath and was surprised that she had been holding her breath, so before she moved on to Brodie she took several deep breaths then after at least a full minute of breathing in a controlled manner she hurried over to the prone body of her aide.  Getting down gingerly on the sand next him was tricky but she managed it with her canes, but she would definitely need help getting back up.

“Brodie.”  She shook him after looking him over and noted the small burn mark off center on his forehead.

 

Brodie fell into the vivid green eyes of the dragon. There was no other way to explain it, he felt himself being pulled deeper and deeper into the greenness of those deep all encompassing eyes.  Brodie felt like he was in bottomless pool of warm water with strangely a darkly spicy flavor.

“You are new.”

Brodie did not know where the voice came from, it seemed to come from all around him and from inside him at the same time.  The tone was not questioning, more of a pronouncement of derision.

“You are new.”

The same voice, the same tone came thru him again. Brodie was unsure if the voice wanted a response.

“You are new.”

Brodie swallowed hard.  “Yes I am I have never been to Mongolia before.”

“You are new.”

Again no change in timber, tone or volume.  Brodie sighed.  “Yes I am new, new to travel, new to this country, heck I am even new to magic.”  Brodie sighed again and even felt like crying. “This magic is so unbelievable, but that is not really true because I see it all now and I believe it, I mean it is not a trick as much as I would like it to be.”  Brodie moaned a little bit. “I mean you are here, and you are a dragon and I thought dragons were just stories, who knew you guys were real?” Brodie stopped hoping he had not offended the big creature.  Then he thought about it while trying to look around and all he saw was the glowing, shimmering, greenness that was around him.  Then a thought occurred to him. “Am I dead.”  There was silence and Brodie got scared.  “I think I am dead.”

“You are not dead.”

Brodie tried to nod but he was not sure he was able to so he answered. “Thank you for that bit of information.”  Then he thought.  “Am I in a coma or something?”  There was no answer from the voice.

“So you are a dragon, are you going to eat me?”  Brodie waited what must have been ten minutes from his question and when it was not answered he guessed the answer would most likely be ‘no’, at least he hoped.  Maybe he was in some sort of suspended animation and the dragon would eat him at his leisure, well that was not a comforting thought.  Brodie’s brain raced while he was floating in the deep green eyes of the dragon, he thought of his family, the books he had read, he thought of his cat, and he even thought about Holly.  He was thinking about the blonde haired girl when the voice interrupted him.

“You have a long journey before you.”

Brodie nodded his head then he remembered he might not have a body right now, or might not actually be able to move.  “Okay”

“A gift for you.”

Brodie felt a red hot poker go into his brain, and the deep green encompassing light was gone.

 

“Brodie wake up, please wake up.”  Mrs. Emily said with her hand flat on his chest.  Brodie sat up suddenly and took a deep breath and then looked around with a shocked look on his face.

 

 

 

(1st Part) (2nd Part)  (3rd Part) (4th Part) (5th Part) (6th Part) (7th Part) (8th Part) (9th Part)(Part 10) (Part 11) (Part 12)(Part 13)(Part 14)(Part 15)(Part 16)(Part 17)(Part 18) (Part 19) (Part 21) (Part 22)

Not crazy about the title, any suggestions will be duly considered.

The problem I have discovered with this type of writing is if I commit to something in the story there is no taking it back I just have to go with is and write my way out of it.  

If you would like to read my last weekly story, A Disinclined Purveyor of Sequential Art here it is. (Written in 2013, the same year my wife left me, so I was a different person back then, and I hope I have learned a lot about writing since then.)

If you want to see one of  my complete books try Disconnect in the Outfitters Universe.  

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Tending the Stones for the Lock XXI

21st part of the new weekly story.  (1st Part)   The inspiration for this came from an off hand comment I made on Facebook, and since people seemed interested I decided to follow through.  Happy Reading. 

(1st Part) (2nd Part)  (3rd Part) (4th Part) (5th Part) (6th Part) (7th Part) (8th Part) (9th Part)(Part 10) (Part 11)(Part 12)(Part 13)(Part 14)(Part 15)(Part 16)(Part 17)(Part 18) (Part 19) (Part 20) (Part 21) (Part 22)

 

“Your mother will be coming to Korea very soon, and that is when I have it made known to her that you are with us in Japan.”

“Why is my mother going to Korea?”  Meredith asked.   She was sitting on a stool where she had just finished a bowl of soup and sandwich.

“She has to go to Soysan Mountain to align some stones there.  It is a well known location of great power and it is one of the few places she must go to after leaving Mongolia.”

Meredith had given up trying to understand this madman and his delusions of magic and power that seemed to consume him, so she just let it go.  What she was still trying to wrap her mind around was how her mother was tangled up with this man.

“I am confused about something though.”

“Just one thing?”  Meredith answered not adding ‘nutter’ at the end of the sentence.

“Why your mother did not visit you while you were stationed at Camp Casey in Korea, she could have very easily made the trip to Mount Soyosan while she saw you and aligned the rocks on a small day trip.”

Meredith sighed.  “Like I told you before I don’t know anything about any magic rocks, but my father and mother were due to visit me in Korea, I even did research into going to Soyosan but on the eve of their flight, my brother was in a car accident and my parents never made the trip, I returned back to the states soon afterward and it just was not convenient for them to travel to Korea after that.”

The well dressed man nodded.  “Ah thank you for that bit of information, and it confirms that your mother values the health and welfare of her children more so then completing her mission in life, so you will be an excellent bargaining tool in getting her to cease and desist her mission.”  He motioned for the servant who brought her the lunch to clean up. “As soon as your mother goes to Mount Soyosan I will let you know.”  He then motioned for her guards to take her back to her room.

“You sound like an idiot when you say Mount Soyosan, the prefix san is the Korean word for Mountain.”   Meredith shouted over her shoulder at the man.  “So basically you are saying Mount Soyo Mountain.”

 

The convoy had been bouncing along for a half and hour across the dirt road and Brodie looked around at the barren countryside.  Although technically it was not all barren with scrub brush and grassy areas in the valleys where he guessed water drained towards. The vehicles pulled over and Brodie looked around not knowing why, there was nothing that stood out, and no distinctive landmarks nearby that marked this area of the high desert as anything special or different.

Brodie gingerly followed his driver out of the vehicle a seemingly broken down Toyota Land Cruiser of unknown original color.  The shocks and struts of the vehicle were basically there in name only and every hole and rock was felt up and down Brodie’s spine.  The native man sitting in the back seat of the vehicle got out as well and walked to the back of the vehicle.   The man had done this at every stop on the trip and Brodie guessed he was acting as a guard but against what was unclear as they had not seen another human being since leaving the town where the airfield was.

Brodie walked up to the middle vehicle which is where Mrs. Emily and the High Pilgrim rode.

“Brodie I am going to need your assistance.”

“Yes ma’am, that is why I am here.”  Brodie answered trying to sound cheerful but he was worried he came off as tired.

“Good man.”  Mrs. Emily said as she maneuvered herself out of the much newer, and much more comfortably appointed Land Cruiser. Mrs. Emily actually knocked out a pillow she had been leaning on out the door as she got out and Brodie picked it up brushed it off and threw it back inside.  Mrs. Emily had made her way to the edge of the road and looked out at the barren landscape.  Brodie stood beside her and waited a few minutes while not seeing anything of interest.

“Brodie we have to align the rocks again.”  She stated and he could here the word ‘but’ coming.

“Something has changed?”  He asked.

“Yes,”  She turned towards him.  “Remember the last time we did this and towards the end you started to just know what to do?”

Brodie nodded but inside he still felt unsure.

“While you are helping me move the stones I want you to think of,”  She paused. “communication.  People talking to one another, words and ideas being exchanged, happy greetings, birthday cards, friendships deepened and problems resolved.”

“I don’t understand.”

“I know you don’t but I need your moving the stones, but occasionally I need you to think about communication between people when you are doing it.  But I promise you I will give you a comprehensive explanation tonight when we get back to the plane.”

“We are going back to the plane tonight?”

“Oh yes, with any luck we can fly to our next stop tomorrow morning.”  And with that Mrs. Emily started moving across the field.  She stopped just as she was about to move the first rock and motioned for Brodie to come close to her, she looked him directly in the eyes.  “If something should land in the field with us, whatever you do do not, I repeat do not look it directly in the eyes.”

Brodie looked at the older woman and the immediate response now was fear.  A few weeks ago he would have wondered if the woman was having a seizure or something but now he looked around the field fearful of what could possibly ‘land in the field’.

A half an hour passed and Brodie convinced himself Mrs. Emily was worried about the Opposition landing in a helicopter and attacking them, that was the only thing that made sense.  Brodie reasoned that if a helicopter did land in the field he would  have plenty of time to react to whoever got out of it.  Brodie had just moved another rock so that it was oriented instead of east to west it was now going north to south and he felt a sense of accomplishment.  The ground shook behind him, it felt like a small scale earthquake something he had a lot of experience with being from Los Angles.  He turned around just as he heard Mrs. Emily yell something. He was face to face, meaning he was inches away from the large green eyeballs of a dragon.

 

(1st Part) (2nd Part)  (3rd Part) (4th Part) (5th Part) (6th Part) (7th Part) (8th Part) (9th Part)(Part 10) (Part 11) (Part 12)(Part 13)(Part 14)(Part 15)(Part 16)(Part 17)(Part 18) (Part 19) (Part 20)(Part 21) (Part 22)

Not crazy about the title, any suggestions will be duly considered.

The problem I have discovered with this type of writing is if I commit to something in the story there is no taking it back I just have to go with is and write my way out of it.  

If you would like to read my last weekly story, A Disinclined Purveyor of Sequential Art here it is. (Written in 2013, the same year my wife left me, so I was a different person back then, and I hope I have learned a lot about writing since then.)

If you want to see one of  my complete books try Disconnect in the Outfitters Universe.  

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My Response:   The prophecy stated that in 60 years if the Stones were not properly aligned then the world would fall under the sway of the demon king for 1000 years. 1956 21 year old Emily the chosen one starts the quest. She arranges half the Stones around the planet, but then falls in love and life happens. Now it is 59 years later, Emily’s husband of 58 years passed away and one of the monks has found Emily and reminds her that she is the chosen one and needs to complete her task. Anyone interested?

 

 

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Tending the Stones for The Lock XX

19th part of the new weekly story.  (1st Part)   The inspiration for this came from an off hand comment I made on Facebook, and since people seemed interested I decided to follow through.  Happy Reading. 

(1st Part) (2nd Part)  (3rd Part) (4th Part) (5th Part) (6th Part) (7th Part) (8th Part) (9th Part)(Part 10) (Part 11)(Part 12)(Part 13)(Part 14)(Part 15)(Part 16)(Part 17)(Part 18) (Part 19) (Part 21) (Part 20(Part 22)

 

“They have not moved,”  Ms. Mulan stated as she looked at her watch.  “in five minutes.”

“I am glad Mrs. Emily has both of her canes.”   Brodie said looking at his boss who had been standing on the runway for the entire time.

“This is getting boring.”  Holly said laying down on the ramp.

Brodie nodded silently.

“Hey the guy in the passenger seat just stepped out of the jeep.” Ms. Mulan said.  With that Holly popped back up and the others redoubled their attention towards the drama on the runway.

“That guy does not look like a Derek to me.”  Brodie said.

“Oh the Derek thing is a dodge.”  Holly said. “When he became Head of the Enfold he wanted to throw people off about his nationality so he picked a western name.”

“So what is his real name?”  Brodie said.

“What do I look like the Public Information Officer for the Enfold?”  Holly said rolling her eyes.

Brodie was about to respond but thought better of it. He turned his attention back to Mrs. Emily and The High Pilgrim and he saw his boss turn towards the plane after a short exchange with the man who had stepped out of the jeep.  Mrs. Emily waved he can in the air in a circle over her head while looking towards the plane.

“Okay folks we have been giving the okay to deplane. Brodie help Holly chock the plane, I will look into fuel, Dante and Hans can you look into some supplies, something that does not refrigeration, canned good and dehydrated food first, those CIA bums left the plane inadequately stocked if you ask me.”  Ms. Mulan stated. “So much for our tax dollars at work.”

Holly shot back while getting to her feet. “Since when have you ever paid taxes?”

“It is the principle of the thing.”  Ms. Mulan shouted back over her shoulder as she walked away from the plane towards the hangars in the distance.

“Come on help me with these.”  Holly said pointing towards the wheel chocks that were strapped neatly near the top of the ramp.

Brodie went to where she was pointing and started to gather up the large hard rubber prisms.  He gathered up three of the roped pairs and she motioned for him to grab two more.  He grunted as he hefted the other two up and slung them across his other shoulder.

“Come on.”  Holly said without picking up any.  Brodie grunted and followed her down the ramp towards the tires.

 

Mrs. Emily motioned for Derek to get in the back seat of the jeep with the High Pilgrim, Derek stared at Mrs. Emily long and hard and she stared back and after a full minute of silence Derek gave up and stepped on the seat getting into the back of the jeep.  Mrs. Emily heard him humph as he moved. Emily ignored him and maneuvered into the vehicle with a little difficulty and just before she was settled he tapped the driver on the shoulder and he took off suddenly throwing her a bit around in the seat.  They drove down the runway and then turned off of it suddenly but luckily Mrs. Emily was grasping the seat belt with both hands.

After ten minutes of driving they came upon a small village of yurts that Mrs. Emily knew was where Derek’s family lived.  She knew it was his home as his wife was standing at the steps to the yurt with her hands on her hips and a scowl upon her face.

The jeep parked next to the steps and Emily smiled up at Arigh and the other woman helped her out of the vehicle.   After a few minutes of pleasantries she helped the older lady inside and started to make tea for the visitors.  After a the first pot of tea was on the table and they had settled into the living room.

“Okay Derek what do you want?”

Derek steepled his hands in front of him and smiled.

“I want stones adjusted.”

“That is what she is here for and you know it.”  The High Pilgrim stated.

Derek shook his head and then dunked a vanilla wafer in his tea and then took a bite.  “You and I both know that when she.”  And he pointed towards Emily. “That when she adjusts the stones to keep the lock in place she can do so much more with them.”

Emily spoke up. “Yes I can adjust the rocks in certain ways to not only keep the lock in place, but to benefit the country side around it to, but if I do that the stone will have to be maintained much more often.”

Derek nodded.  “That is why I want to have someone not only travel with you in my country but to travel with you to the rest of locations and learn as much as he can from you.”

The High Pilgrim turned to Emily who looked at her old friend and shrugged then she spoke up.  “Why should we trust one of your people with very powerful knowledge.”

Derek finished the vanilla wafer before speaking, eating the small remaining sweet in two separate bites.  “Because without your agreement to this deal the three locations that exist in my sphere of influence you will never be able to approach, let alone conduct maintenance on.”

“You figured out the location of the third spot?”  The High Pilgrim said surprised.

“It was not easy, my father knew there were three spots, but he was never sure where the third location was, but after a lot of effort I have discovered it on the small island in the Kerelun.”   Emily and the High Pilgrim nodded in acknowledgement that he was correct.  “Do you want to know what I want the adjusted formations to accomplish?”

Emily answered quickly. “I am guessing better crops, better health for men and beasts.”

Derek laughed for a full minute, then shook his head. “You think we are going after something so mundane, no, no, no you silly outsiders. I want something much more modern than that.”

Emily shook her head. “I am not adjusting the stones so the Mongols can return to the days of the Kahn.”

Again Derek laughed.  “No my dear lady again you think I would want something so archaic.”

“Then what do you want?”

“I want Mongolia to become a hub of international communication.”

The High Pilgrim looked at Emily confused. Emily nodded then explained Derek’s request. “He basically wants me to increase his Wi-Fi signal on a nation wide level.”

 

 

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The problem I have discovered with this type of writing is if I commit to something in the story there is no taking it back I just have to go with is and write my way out of it.  

If you would like to read my last weekly story, A Disinclined Purveyor of Sequential Art here it is. (Written in 2013, the same year my wife left me, so I was a different person back then, and I hope I have learned a lot about writing since then.)

If you want to see one of  my complete books try Disconnect in the Outfitters Universe.  

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Tending the Stones for the Lock XIX

19th part of the new weekly story.  (1st Part)   The inspiration for this came from an off hand comment I made on Facebook, and since people seemed interested I decided to follow through.  Happy Reading. 

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Emily unbuckled her seat belt and used her canes to get herself out of the seat.  Emily had been able to recline and be very comfortable in her seat the entire flight, and the leg room had allowed her to do her stretching exercises for the last half and hour before they landed.  The landing was bumpy but Ms. Mulan had warned them before that the runway was a little rough, it being dirt and crushed gravel but they would land with no problem.

She made her way to the back of the plane where the ramp was being lowered now and she lined up with High Pilgrim.  Everyone had been instructed several times not to deplane until both of the them had taken at least ten steps on Mongolian soil and if they could avoid it, not to leave the plane until Emily motioned it was okay.  She hated the fact that they had to take so many precautions but the Enfold was very strict in who came into their territory and how they were treated by the visitors.

The High Pilgrim raised his eyes and looked towards the west Emily followed his eyes and saw the yellow open air jeep approaching. “Is it Derek?”

“I cannot tell yet.” John answered.

They had talked on the plane about how to handle this meeting, and come up with contingency plans.  The biggest factor would be if Derek was greeting them or not. If he came out to greet them it boded well for their task, but if not then it could mean disastrous results for their mission.  The jeep closed the distance but it seemed to be slowing down and now it was moving at a crawl.  Both of them shaded their eyes against the sun to determine if Derek was in the car.

 

Meredith struggled to change her seat and get more comfortable.  The guard reached over and pressed the little silver stud on the seat that allowed her to lean back in her seat, she nodded thanks.  She moved the belt back so that the hinged handcuffs were centered on her body again and she leaned back in the chair.  That was a little better she thought.  This was the first time she had really relaxed since the man had showed up at her hotel room, until they boarded the plane she had fought against her captors, dragging her feet, going rigid in her seat, holding onto the door handle of the limousine at the airport.  Her hands still hurt when the pulled her and the door handle broke off in her grasp.  She had been so shocked that she had dropped the metal handle and it clattered on the pavement of the runway.  Once she was on the plane and they had buckled her into the seat she gave up for the time being.  There were at least three large men taking direction from the man in the suit but up to this point no one had hit her or even threatened her, they just causally muscled her from the hotel, into the car and then onto the private plane they were flying in now.  It worried her that they had never covered her eyes and used what she assumed where their real names when talking around her.

Meredith tried talking to the guards several times but they ignored her very effectively and the man in the suit was somewhere in the front of the plane doing god knows what.  The strange thing through it all she had never really been frightened.  Scared yes, but more of an abstract scared about what was going on, but she somehow had faith that everything would work out and she would return to her family safe and sound.  She listened to the men talk in a foreign language and tried to figure out what language it was but she could not place it, no words sounded familiar.  The three men were all large shouldered and dressed in sports jackets with khaki pants polo shirts and comfortable shoes.  Their race was no indication of where they were from, Korean, European and African with none of the language speakers seeming either uneasy in using the language the conversed in, seemingly at ease.

Her attention was so focused on the guards she did not hear the man in the suit walk down the aisle and stand in front of her till she gave a little cough.

“Mrs. Wallace?”

“Oh please don’t be so formal all my kidnappers call me Meredith.”

“As you wish Meredith, how are you feeling, would you like some water or food?”

“What I would really like is a phone to call my husband and the closest U.S. Embassy and order a battalion of Marines to come and rescue me.”

The man smiled a rather repulsive reptilian smile, one that made Meredith think of man who approached her once when she was a child.  That man had been looking for a lost puppy, but as soon as he said the words to her he had turned around and drove off.  It had been a very strange encounter and she had told her mother about and her mother had nodded knowingly and then took her home an made a wonderful batch of brownies.

“I am sorry, and I am not sure you will believe me, but we mean you no direct harm.”

Meredith looked at him.  “No direct harm, what does that mean?”

“It mean that I wish at this point in time to do you no physical harm,”  the man seemed to be weighing his words carefully.  “but our actions might cause you emotional harm because we intend to harm your mother to the point she will cease and desist her activities and allow us to do what we will in the world.”

Meredith looked at him, she was very confused. “What is it you think my mother is doing that in anyway interferes with you and your,”  she searched for a word. “friends.”

“Your mother is keeping the world from knowing the full and beautiful existence of my master.”  He paused as if in reverence. “Your mother and her friends are not only maintaining the locks that keep my master from entering this world but she is actually binding him more tightly then he has been bound in over a thousand years.”

Meredith rolled her eyes, she could not help her self.  The man was crazy and either he was rich and crazy or the people working for him were just as crazy, either way things were not looking any better.

“I see you think I am crazy,” the man said. “Normally I would strike you for such a thought, but I am trying something different, your mother does not believe us capable of such action, but for once, in a very long time I am being completely honest with someone, with no hidden agenda and no double meanings.”

Meredith looked at him suspiciously.

The man chuckled.  “Yes, but how would you know I am telling the truth, ah there is the rub.  For once I am telling them the complete and honest straight forward truth and they do not believe me, or have a reason to believe me.” The man smiled again.  “Well for starters I will tell you are destination, we are going to Japan.”

Meredith simply nodded.

“Have you ever been?”

Meredith shook her head.”

“But you have been to Korea, served there while in the Army.”

Meredith nodded suspiciously.

“Oh come now you do not think I would kidnap someone unless I have not done my homework.”

 

Brodie sat on the ramp and stared into the sun with everyone else. A few minutes ago Ms. Mulan had come down the ramp and sat down as well.

“Is the jeep still moving towards them?” Ms. Mulan asked no one in particular.

Ivan answered. “Slowly very slowly.”

“Does anyone know what Derek looks like?”  Holly asked looking at the slow moving jeep with a pair of binoculars.

Brodie knew that anything he said could be construed as worthless so he kept his mouth shut.  The others on the ramp did not respond either they just continued to watch the slow moving yellow jeep creep towards their senior aged chiefs of this journey.

“It stopped.”  Brodie stating the obvious.

 

(1st Part) (2nd Part)  (3rd Part) (4th Part) (5th Part) (6th Part) (7th Part) (8th Part) (9th Part)(Part 10) (Part 11) (Part 12)(Part 13)(Part 14)(Part 15)(Part 16)  (Part 22)

Not crazy about the title, any suggestions will be duly considered.

The problem I have discovered with this type of writing is if I commit to something in the story there is no taking it back I just have to go with is and write my way out of it.  

If you would like to read my last weekly story, A Disinclined Purveyor of Sequential Art here it is. (Written in 2013, the same year my wife left me, so I was a different person back then, and I hope I have learned a lot about writing since then.)

If you want to see one of  my complete books try Disconnect in the Outfitters Universe.  

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Tending the Stones for the Lock XVIII

18th part of the new weekly story.  (1st Part)   The inspiration for this came from an off hand comment I made on Facebook, and since people seemed interested I decided to follow through.  Happy Reading. 

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Meredith collapsed onto her bed and closed her eyes, another day spent running around this stupid city looking for her stupid mother.  She heard a knock on her door and moaned.  If it was Basil Webb she was going to slam the door in his face.  He had taken her to the same ten hotels again, and talked to the same ten desk clerks again, and gotten the same ten “nyets” again.  The last clerk had looked like he was about to call the cops. Meredith moaned again as the knocking started again followed by a voice definitely not Basil Webb’s.

“Mrs. Wallace?”

Meredith huffed and got off the bed and walked to the door.

“Mrs. Wallace?”  A tall man dressed in a suit and tie was standing outside of her hotel room.

Meredith opened the door.  “Can I help you?”

“Well not exactly I am here to kidnap you and use that fact against your mother for our own ends.”

“Huh.”  Meredith took in everything at once, the man’s immaculately tailored suit, his crisp starched white shirt, the silk handkerchief  in his breast pocket and foot long knife with ornate etching held in his finely manicured hand.

 

Emily Bartloski sighed as she put took off her comfortable shoes and put them up in the reclining chair.  While the C.I.A. had it issues at least when they used private air planes they never skimped on the seating.  The plane had taken off without a hitch and now that they were cruising east towards Mongolia the sound of the jet engines was no worse then on a commercial passenger jet, much better then that rickety old Soviet era cargo plane they had been on before.  Emily closed her eyes and meditated for a few minutes she would have gone deeper but the sound of raised voices disturbed her.

“All I am asking for is a little help.”

“I am not a stewardess I am a mechanic so you can go pound sand.”

“Stewardess, how is helping me hand out food to everyone calling you a stewardess.”

“Its not something I do buddy, you want to pass out food, feel free, just don’t try and rope me into it.”

With that Holly stomped up the row between the chairs and up the ladder to the flight deck.

“All I asked was if she would help me pass out food to everyone.”  Brodie’s voice said from the galley area to the rear.

Emily sighed he wished these young people were not so high strung, the made a big deal out of the littlest things and forgot the importance of the really important things in life.  But she recalled that at one point she might have been the same way.  She tried to meditate again but was distracted by the noises coming from the galley and the person making them.  Brodie.  She had not had time to really discuss any of this since he had been forced onto the plane and not given a choice about continuing on with the journey when he had made it very clear all he wanted was to go home.  Slipping on her shoes and securing her cane she made her way back toward the galley.  She found Brodie going to town on a huge chunk of ice with a pick, she watched for a few minutes as he seemed to be venting his frustrations very well on the piece of frozen water.

“Trying to make sure that we all have cold drinks if we want one?”

“Huh?”  Brodie said looking up from the deep tray of ice that was in much smaller pieces now. “Yeah just trying to be helpful.”

“You always are Brodie and you have been a great deal of support on this trip.”  Emily saw him start to protest. “No I mean it, and I am sorry you got roped into this.”  She motioned around the airplane. “I know you wanted to go home and now you are stuck going further than I have any right to ask you to go.”  Brodie looked down at the tray of ice. “But let me tell you for someone that does not know what they were getting themselves into, you have handled yourself remarkably well.”

Brodie shrugged.  “Maybe it is good I could not leave you.”

“What do you mean dear?”

Brodie looked at the tray of ice and pushed around the small pieces of ice with the tip of the pick for a few seconds. “I do not know if you know this but I have always played it safe in my life.  I have always taken the sure route, I have never tried to make waves or stand out in any way and now.”

Emily listened knowing now was not the time to push him but to listen.

“Now I am in a semi stolen C.I.A. plane flying towards Mongolia of all places with three monks, my boss, a airplane mechanic who does not seem to like me very much and a cigar smoking woman pilot who has dubious connections with the Russian mob.”  Brodie looked up at Emily.  “This is far from safe or sure.”

Emily nodded.  “Yes I know all these things are technically true.  But about Holly, yes she has a temper, and she flies off the handle suddenly, but she has had a hard life but once you get to know her, and she becomes your friend there is no one better to have, she will always come thru for you and she will always be there to lift you up should you fall.”

“But she won’t serve drinks with me.”  Brodie said jokingly.

“But she will not serve drinks with you.” Emily said.  “You do not happen to have a  Coke anywhere?”  She said looking at the shelves in the galley.

“I will look but we need to sit down and do a blood pressure reading and make sure you are up to date on the medicine regime.”

“Brodie you are to committed to your job.”  Emily said smiling.

 

(1st Part) (2nd Part)  (3rd Part) (4th Part) (5th Part) (6th Part) (7th Part) (8th Part) (9th Part)(Part 10) (Part 11) (Part 12)(Part 13)(Part 14)(Part 15)(Part 16)

Not crazy about the title, any suggestions will be duly considered.

The problem I have discovered with this type of writing is if I commit to something in the story there is no taking it back I just have to go with is and write my way out of it.  

If you would like to read my last weekly story, A Disinclined Purveyor of Sequential Art here it is. (Written in 2013, the same year my wife left me, so I was a different person back then, and I hope I have learned a lot about writing since then.)

If you want to see one of  my complete books try Disconnect in the Outfitters Universe.  

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My Response:   The prophecy stated that in 60 years if the Stones were not properly aligned then the world would fall under the sway of the demon king for 1000 years. 1956 21 year old Emily the chosen one starts the quest. She arranges half the Stones around the planet, but then falls in love and life happens. Now it is 59 years later, Emily’s husband of 58 years passed away and one of the monks has found Emily and reminds her that she is the chosen one and needs to complete her task. Anyone interested?