Immortal Wars: The Summoning Part 13 #fiction #throwback

(Previously on Immortal Wars.)

Disclaimer: Immortal Wars was the book I came up with and wrote in high school.  I hadn’t even hit college by the time I wrote the first two books.  That means I hadn’t developed my style yet, wasn’t good at self-editing, and the story was fairly basic. So, you’ve been warned that this is the ultimate author throwback segment for my blog and will show my author origins.  FYI-  I put the first book (The Summoning) through a Print-on-Demand publisher and the second one (Light, Blood, & Tears) never saw the light of day.  Enjoy!

In the center of the blazing sun is a gigantic white globe.  It is almost as big as the Earth’s moon and it is covered with glass windows that reflect the sun’s firey light. This enormous structure has been around long before the sun was created and only its computer system knows who made it.  The intense heat from the sun has no effect on the base.  In fact, the heat originates from the sun base.  In certain areas of the base there are strange golden towers that jut out of the sphere like metallic trees.  These are the sensor arrays of the guardians’ base of operations, which is better known as the Sun Base.  Every now and then a black light appears around the sphere and disappears after a few seconds.  The ebony light is the unbreakable energy shield that protects the base from solar flares and most kinds of hostile invaders.  The shield also has the unique ability to cloak the base from all forms of sensors and certain space signals.  It gives the sense of nothing being in the center of the sun and that there is an incredible amount of heat at the very center.  The sphere of glass and metal is armed with lasers and solar flare cannons that float around in the sun’s surface just waiting for an unwanted ship or creature to try and invade the base.

In one of the many white-walled hallways, a flash of dark amber light appears.  When the light fades away, Solix and his four stunned companions find themselves in their brand new home.  The teenagers’ first reaction is a long silence of awe, which is broken by a loud, mechanical voice.

“It looks like you have returned successfully, Solix.  If he has not told you anything about me yet then I will introduce myself.  I am the station’s central computer system.  You may call me SEAS,” says the computer when he finishes identifying the new arrivals.

“SEAS?  That sounds familiar.  Does that stand for anything?” asks Ed as he stares at a blinking monitor on the wall.  The lights on the monitor form a blue, smiling face that bounces around the screen like a rubber ball.

“I do not see how you could recognize my name because I am one of a kind.  Only a few creatures from Earth know of my existence and they are your enemies.  But to answer your question, SEAS stands for Sentient Energy Adapting System.  But that is far too long a name for you to say over and over and over again.”

“No kidding.  Where do we stay on this thing?  A large place like this has to have thousands of rooms filled with cool gadgets.  Or at least some weird aliens,” says Kelly while she looks into a nearby room filled with computer screens.  There are pictures of different areas of the solar system on the screens and very large one at the back of the room that is blank.

“Sorry but there are no aliens here.  Only SEAS and the other robots.  Not many people come to visit this place anymore.  All of you will stay in the recreation room until your bedrooms have been prepared.  The room Kelly is looking into is the sun base’s video room.  It is used for scanning the solar system for any hostile activities or any potential problems.  But you can take a lengthy tour later.  Now, if you will follow me, I will bring you to the room that I want you all to wait in,” explains Solix.  The sun guardian quickly walks down the hallway while removing his yellow cloak.  A small hook descends from a hole in the ceiling in order to take the cloak from Solix.  When he stops at a big, black door, the heavy looking door effortlessly opens and the four newcomers are left awestruck for the second time this day.

“This place is huge.  You could probably put our entire town in here and never notice the missing space,” whispers Steve as he looks at the room before him.  On one side of the room is an arena, in which you can play any kind of sport that you want.  The arena is also used for the guardians’ battle training sessions and workouts.  Other areas contain video games, exercise equipment, and obsidian tables and chairs.  A tall six-armed robot sits behind the bar and turns around as soon as the door hisses open.

“I will privately speak with Miss Tavinowsky first.  Feel free to order a drink or use the multi-sport arena.  The controls are on the doors’ consoles.  Try not to cause any unnecessary trouble,” says Solix.

“Not that I care, but what kinds of sports can we play?” asks Delila.

“Anything you want.  The arena’s database has a list of thousands of games and training scenarios.  Although, I would not advise any of you to play with the training scenarios until your powers have been discovered.  You might find Venutian soccer a very interesting sport.  When I was young, it was my favorite pastime.  Of course, the difference between this and the Earth version is that the goals are nothing more than two small holes in the arena’s walls and the gravity is that of the Earth’s moon.  Have fun.”

Solix leaves with Kelly nervously following him to a glass elevator.  The three remaining immortals cautiously walk into the dark multi-sport arena.  As soon as Ed types in the number code that he finds for Venutian soccer, the white lights go on and the gravity changes.  It takes a few minutes for the three teenagers to get used to the new level of gravity.  When they are finally ready, the computer creates three holographic opponents that look like humanoid cats.  Once a green, metallic ball is shot out of a hole in the floor, the awkward game begins.

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Check This Out: WordStirs

El Space--The Blog of L. Marie

With me on the blog today is another of my awesome VCFA classmates, the delightful Laura Byrne, who is here to talk about her news website, WordStirs, which she maintains with her son, Tim.

     

El Space: Four quick facts about yourself?
Laura:
• I’m a former sports editor and writer, whose athletic son had to remind her that there is more at stake in the world than the score of any given football game.
• Tim is a former finance student and current consultant, who plans to drown the world in unbiased, simple news so we can stop beating each other up at family dinners, and get back to arguing about important things, like whether or not ketchup should be refrigerated.
• We are a mother/son partnership that somehow works, despite a few notable differences. Example: Tim lives in Manhattan in an apartment the size…

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Jonah, on #LisaBurtonRadio

Entertaining Stories

Lisa Burton

Welcome to another edition of Lisa Burton Radio. I’m your host, Lisa the robot girl, and I’m excited to be on the air in this time of national crisis.

Many of us are sequestered away right now, and that leaves room for a bit of reflection. I think we can all form an idea of what that’s like. Which brings me to my special guest today. “Welcome to the show, Jonah.”

“Hi, Lisa. Thanks for inviting me.”

“My bio says you’re alone on an island somewhere. To be honest, that sounds like a dream come true to many people. What can you tell us about that?”

“Oh, yeah, dream come true. Let me tell you about that. It’s anything but a paradise. The whole island is covered with tangled brush with thorns and stinging nettles. And that doesn’t even include the poisonous flowers that burn the skin horribly. But the…

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Ask-the-Author . . . Wait . . . Why Did I Write That?

I make my blog subject list and schedule posts pretty far in advance these days.  It’s because I really only have time to blog on weeknights and want to keep that part far ahead.  Clears writing time on the weekend.  Anyway, I got to today and saw . . . Ask Author.

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I can’t figure out if I was going to simply do a Q&A here or I had something specific in mind.  Truth is that it’s April Fools Day.  I feel that if I do anything seriously then people might mistake it for a joke.  Best to keep it simple.  Besides, I figure the joke will be on me if I leave myself open to questions.

So, ask away and I’ll respond as soon as I can.  Wednesdays can be pretty crazy until the evening.  It can be able the blog, my books, writing in general, or almost anything else that isn’t too personal.

(Was I supposed to do this, turn off comments, and say April Fools?  I really need to put better notes on these things.)

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Teaser Tuesday: Thief on the Loose #fantasy #adventure

Here’s a fun little piece of Legends of Windemere: Family of the Tri-Rune!  Finding it harder to put action pieces up than I expected, so I don’t think I’ll be able to stick to that idea every time.

Cover Art by Jason Pedersen

“You sure the thief went this way?”

“As sure as I can be.”

“This’ll be the tenth time we cornered him.”

“I don’t think it’s a him.”

“I don’t care what’s between the thief’s legs. I’m tired of this one making fools of us all week.”

The seven guards slowly step into the crate-filled alley, their swords drawn and their shields held out. The rising sun casts some light into the mouth of the alley, but it is not enough to destroy all of the shadows. A shaggy cat screeches and scampers out from its hiding place as the guards continue their cautious advance. They stare at every shadow, each guard looking in a different direction. After ten minutes, they reach the back of the alley where the white brick of a house blocks their path.

“At least you guys are persistent!” shouts a deep, baritone voice from behind them. “The guards in Rodillen usually give up the chase after three days.”

The guards spin around to see a muscular shadow stepping out from behind a nearby stack of wooden crates. They are about to charge when the shadow holds up its fist and casually waves with its other hand. A nervous murmur passes through the squad of guards before the mysterious thief turns to run out of the alley. They start to follow, but the swaying towers of crates begin crashing to the ground as the thief runs by them. Before they can get out, the guards are trapped under a heavy pile of crates filled with pillows, empty bottles, and other random trash.

Racing across the street and ducking into another alley, the muscular thief weaves his way through the shadows. Eventually, the shadowy figure leaps onto a low ledge and proceeds to gracefully bounce between the two closely set buildings. Grabbing the edge of the roof, the thief flips out of sight and rolls into a crouch. The sun washes the muscular figure away, leaving a slender form clad in a full-body leather suit. She casually tucks her short, blonde hair behind her pointy ears before stretching her arms over her head.

“Come home, Flitter,” the elf whispers into the wind. She sits down on the roof to count the money she stole during the night while a young barn owl swoops out of the sky. The small beast lands on her head, leaning forward to stare into her golden eyes. She pulls a dead mouse out of one of her belt pouches and hands it to the hungry owl.

“You did a good job finding marks,” the thief says, dropping her new wealth into an empty pouch. “Still, we should find a way to gather more attention. It’s been a week and the guild has been quiet. In Rodillen, I would have been threatened or recruited by now. These guys seem to be pickier.”

The barn owl begins making noises as it excitedly hops along the far edge of the rooftop. The thief creeps over to the bird and peeks over the edge to see the seven guards standing in the street. In the middle of the guards is a large knight with orange hair and a pronounced lower jaw. A fancy war hammer is strapped to his waist, but his hand is gripped on its handle in case he needs to draw it quickly. He begins pointing around the street, sending the guards to search the surrounding area for something or someone. The thief grins as she realizes that she has gained the attention of a fully-armored knight. After watching the knight for a few minutes, she notices that his left gauntlet is a lot thicker than his right gauntlet.

“I think I found a way to get some attention,” the thief whispers, licking her ruby lips in anticipation. “I need you to draw the guards away, Flitter. The knight won’t move until they call for his help. Get them about ten blocks away and fly high to look for me because I’ll probably be on the run.”

The owl hoots at her and walks to the center of the roof before taking to the air. Its shadow transforms into a faint, humanoid silhouette bounding over the rooftops. She patiently waits for the sound of the guards shouting that they see something. Using her ears to track the differing footsteps, she listens for all of the guards leave the area. To her relief, she never hears the heavy steps of the knight. Reaching into her dark velvet and leather boots, she pulls out a vial of thick, red liquid and a strap of flesh-colored adhesive cloth with a horizontal slit through the middle. Still listening for movement from the knight, she sticks the cloth to her neck and covers the entire area with the red liquid. The liquid starts to shimmer and flow down her chest as if it is seeping out of a wound. To anyone who takes a quick look at the thief, it would appear that somebody has slit her throat.

“Time for a performance,” she chuckles, stepping off the roof over the alley and drifting down to the ground. As soon as she hits the ground, she slams herself against a stack of boxes and screams at the top of her lungs. The scream cuts off with a horrifying gurgle as she stumbles and trips her way to the mouth of the alley. She pitches forward, landing face first on the ground and sending the fake blood splattering ahead of her.

“Help me,” she whispers, reaching toward the towering knight, who is swiftly approaching. Her other hand squeezes her neck, squirting some of the fake blood through her fingers.

“Hold this to your throat,” the knight urges her. He presses a soft, yellow handkerchief to her wound to stop the bleeding. “I will get you a healer immediately.”

The thief grabs the knight by his left wrist when she feels him attempt to move. “Please don’t leave me. It’s getting cold and dark.”

“You need a healer if you are going to survive,” the knight insists. He looks around the street to see if there is anyone he can call to for help.

“You’re very kind, but the wound is too deep and I’ve lost too much blood,” she says, her voice getting so low that the knight has to lean in to hear her. “Just don’t let me die here alone, sir.”

“My name is Lord Highrider,” the knight says, gently stroking the elf’s head. “I promise to stay with you until the end. Can you tell me who did this to you?”

“I was attacked from behind,” she answers with a weak, trembling voice. Her eyes suddenly go wide and she tries to point across the street. “Him . . . that guy has my blood on him. I can see it on his arm.”

Lord Highrider tries to hold the panicky elf down without causing her pain while he turns his head to look across the street. A few people have left their homes to go to work or get some early shopping done, but he doesn’t see a man with blood on his arm. In fact, it is only women on the street and all of them have stopped to stare at the gory scene. A suspicious feeling washes over the knight before he suddenly notices that he no longer feels the dying elf in his arms. He looks down to see that his gauntlet compartment has been pried open, the hidden money pouch no longer inside.

“Guards!” the knight shouts, his voice echoing along the street.

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The Future of Nytefall . . . And Other Projects

Well, War of Nytefall: Eradication has been out for a while and it means I have to look to the future.  Wow . . . Those clouds are pretty dark.  Is that a clown waving a blood-soaked weed whacker around?  Okay, there shouldn’t be that many spiders along one path, especially when it’s clear that the trees are carnivorous.  Maybe I should stay here and wait for all of that to blow over.

Seriously though, I’ve now published half of War of Nytefall and only have one of the other books written.  My plan is to publish it after the summer and maybe the next volume in December if I can get it written in time.  That leaves me two for next year, which will end the adventures of Clyde and the Dawn Fangs.  Guess that’s pretty simple as far as the future goes.

I have another Ichabod Brooks collection and ‘So, You Want to Write Fantasy?’ that I’m aiming to work on a bit over the summer too.  Those will get published whenever I can get them ready to go and cover art.  I’m finding that I can’t do any long term predictions even when it comes to writing.  The second project will be more noticeable because I plan on using some beta readers.  Might on the first one too like I did before, but I’m going to see how things are going with time.

Overall, I want to put a lot more irons in the fire than I had before.  Part of me really wants to reclaim the old days when I could write more often, especially since I can see myself beginning to write ‘Tales of the Slumberlord’ in 2021.  That’s Darwin and I think writing a happy, friendly, innocent main character will do me some good.  He’ll be kind of like Fizzle in a way, but different type of magic and standing in the spotlight.  At least, both of the characters have this sense of innocence and naivete, which stems more from a really low level of common sense with Darwin.  He’s a helpful and straightforward fool . . . I might start doing the outlines for his series later this year.

Anyway, that’s what the future is holding.  A lot of hopes and guessing unless something explodes in terms of book success.  That’d be nice.

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Kind of a Room Tour (Revival of the Florida and College Decor!)

I don’t do many pictures of my room because it’s fairly dull.  Large rack of DVDs, TV on a dresser, nightstand, bed, large bookcase that was never given a coat of finish, hat rack, exercise bike, smaller bookcase, and desk.  That sounds like a lot, but you have to realize that it’s fairly basic.  Nothing exciting or worth noting.  That is until this quarantine when I decided it was time to unpack the one box that has remained fairly untouched since we moved back from Florida almost 11 years ago.  It was opened to hand over whatever belonged to the ex-wife, but these were mostly my things.  Here we go with the swords and wall scrolls!  (Ignore the messy bed please).

This is a two-handed broadsword that my dad picked up when he was in the navy during Vietnam.  When I got into fencing and started collecting swords, he gave me this one.  It’s in the corner between my dresser and nightstand.

Yes, those are Poptarts on the shelf.  This sword might have a story?  I don’t remember where I got this one exactly.  I have a faint memory of it being thrown out by either a friend or a store that was closing.  It was a pain to set up though.  I was missing a piece of the stand that kept the back part off.  The tip and the entry decoration of the scabbard needed to be super glued back on too.

The far right and middle one were bought during college when a store opened up in town with a sword section.  Don’t remember the names of them, but I really liked the middle because of the pommel and hilt.  I think the one on the right was similar to one that my ex-wife was buying at the time.  The far left is a ninjato (supposedly) that I got for $60 while visiting my ex-wife during our first summer as a couple.  Had to get it back to Long Island from Buffalo, but it’s the first non-fencing sword I ever bought.

I’ll get back to the bigger blades, but these are part of my small blade collection.  These are kept in a dresser drawer now, but they were usually in the closet.  The one on the far left is another one my dad bought while in the navy.  The one next to it, the far right one, and the one above that were bought in Israel in 1998.  The one with the hooked tip is from a Walmart hunting section.  The one with the chain was bought at a New Age store and a friend bought a matching one since they had two.  Yellow scabbard dagger was bought at another New Age store I believe.  That tiny keychain was given to me by the sword store owner after he opened up and bought the white-pommeled sword.  Ex-wife had one too, but she lost it.  Somehow, she ended up on a plane with hers one time.  She got through security without a problem while I was pulled aside because the standing stapler in my backpack was oddly shaped.  Go figure.

These are the oddities.  The sais were a birthday gift in college from a few people.  The Tomahawk in the middle was bought when I was a kid and went to a Shinnecock Indian Powwow.  Not sure why they still have that second word in there.  So, the throwing axe I bought off a friend before he moved to Florida.  Now for the really strange ones.  The top ‘sword’ is a gimmick one with no edge or point.  The blade can be folded into the hilt and you simply swing it to make it coming out again.  Useless and ridiculous, but I thought it was hilarious.  Then there’s the . . . I remember it was called a hunting dagger, so I assume it’s for human.  Thing always looked nasty and mean, so I was happy to get it and have it hidden my dorm room.

Yes, those are Pringles.  We have a katana, wakizashi, and tanto set that were another birthday gift.  I want to say this one was in or just after college.  The thing on the bull stand is the spinning weapon (called a glaive) from the movie ‘Blade’ and the sword on the other stand is the Sword the Daywalker.  No, it doesn’t countdown to releasing blades from the hilt if I don’t flip the switch.  Want to say I got the one in the front in Chinatown, but I can’t say for sure where or what it’s called.  Finally, you see a saber sitting there.  You knew I had to have one to signify Luke Callindor’s weapons.  Was hoping to get a second one and put them crossed on a plaque, but the store closed before I could get it.

Last of the real swords and it’s the biggest.  This would be the second version of Zangetsu, which is Ichigo Kurosaki’s sword/zanpakuto from ‘Bleach’.  You can kind of see the stand in the back right, but I don’t have anywhere to put it besides on the floor the closet.  Technically, it could go on my headboard, but that thing is wobbly and I don’t want to wake up decapitated.  This was a second year anniversary present from the ex-wife . . . She wasn’t the ex-wife at that point obviously.  Can’t figure out the proper phrasing.

These aren’t real weapons.  The wooden ones were bought in Chinatown and we were told they were for sparring.  Never used them for that.  The middle one is made of rubber and it was something the ex-wife got me a few years back.  My son got a wooden sword, she got a metal one, and I got the rubber thing.  Maybe that was a sign?  These three are propped in the corner behind my desk.

Beyond weapons, I also found three wall scrolls in the box.  The first two went to my son’s room while I kept the third for obvious reasons.  There is kind of a little suggested nudity in the third one.  All of them are from animes, which are: Yugioh, Dragonball Z, and Outlaw Star.  In that order:

Hope everyone enjoyed this rare tour.

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