The Homeless

The burning sun raged upon the strangers face, reminding him how he was alive, alive and well considering the events that caused him to ramble on. His eyes covered by the safe shadows from his dusty hat.

A slight breeze passed him but it may as well have been fire as he didnt feel a god damn thing. Not one thing cut through the burning upon his weathered face.

“What a fucking day.” He said aloud and laughed in spite of himself. “What to do today?”

He adjusted his hat in slow irritation from the gus crease and quickly put both hands to his guns. Two LeMat revolvers nestled nicely into their holders. 9 shots loaded in each gun waiting for action.

His eyes narrowed as he looked towards the horizon, hot air steaming beyond the road. This used to be a bustling highway filled with life. Before the shit hit the fan he mused. He tutted.

He knew what lay beyond that horizon, those creatures that destroyed everything in his world. For this was his world and he was so god damn angry at them.

Flashes of battles rambled through his mind, bursts of light from guns and explosions ringing in his ears. He grimaced as he was brought back to reality. One step further brought him to his enemies. He smiled bitterly and muttered soon, soon they will be gone. This one man was here to take your fucking lives like you did to me.

His concentration broke as he saw a figure in the distance, a slow moving silhouette breaking through the rising heat. A horse he figured, not only a horse but a man on top.

He squeezed his gun holders and walked slowly forward. It was on. His black shirt stood out in this desert, he left his belonging back on the floor of the desert so he wouldnt be lumbered when he met this figure. He walked 20 paces and stood as the figure started gaining quicker ground, it was a fast gallop now.

The stranger analysed the figure, maybe 5 or 10 minutes they would meet. His hands at the guns for relative easy access. Better have brought food or drink he thought. Might have to eat the god damn horse he chuckled.

His eyes burned with fire now, angry and menacing, ready for action. The horse rider swiftly approaching. He could see now a wide brimmed hat the colour of night. Head low, a gray shirt, grey trousers with thin red lines.

His eyes narrowed even more, he knew what the stripes meant. He was ready for him.

This was a soldier from the Confederation, he hated him for the stripes. This man on the horse carried a rifle straddled to his back with a bayonette that reflected the light of the sun. Polished recently he thought.

The horse was approaching even faster until it was 10 paces away. The horse ground to a halt with a snort and a loud noise. The man looked at the stranger with contempt and sat straight in the saddle, his wrists overlapped each other on the peak of the saddle.

“Hello friend” he broke the silence that surrounded the two. A silence that made them feel like they were the only two people in the world. The stranger nodded, said nothing and gripped his holsters tighter.

“Not much of a talker huh?” The man smiled bit his eyes did not let go of the suspicion. “Well, I’m wonderin’ to myself what a stranger be doing out in these parts? With nothing but two guns and some supplies over yonder” he chuckled.

Finally the stranger spoke. “I dont seem to recall it being a crime to go a wanderin’ by my own” he smiled through gritted teeth.

The stranger whipped out his two pistols and shot the rider in the head four times. The rider slumped in shock and slowly tumbled off the horse, his body hit the floor with a dull heavy thud. Eyes still on his killer.

The stranger looked up and at the horizon 11 figures advancing in the distance. He grinned as he reloaded his pistols. He backed slowly towards his belongings, looking in his bag he pulled out a device

Theyre all gonna die today.

Eden : The Beginning : Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Master Token followed Lord Ican up the steps and through the portal, bright light eminated from within the following room. A spectrum of colour kept bouncing of the circular corridor that they were walking down.

It went on for a minute or so until they reached a large cast iron door. Two guards silently on watch, they opened the doors for Lord Ican and they both entered the Emperors Chamber.

This room was decorated in gold and jade, the epitome of richness here on Eden. Tokens eyes widened in both disgust and impressiveness. Jade statues of cats lined the walls and the ceiling fluttered from blood red rubies.

Around the room were lots of furniture from desks to chairs. On the throne sat the emperor.
Lord Ican bowed swiftly to the Emperor and spoke.
“I have brought Master Token as requested your eminence” he bowed again to which Token thought was ridiculous. Imagine grovelling to another human being, the notion irritated Token.

The Emperor looked at the servant and nodded slowly then looked to Token, he eyed him with interest before he spoke.
“Master Token, I believe you are an intelligent man.” The Emperor paused and glared at Token.
He continued.
“So why do I hear whispers of certain…crime elements in your domicile?” Token looked taken aback.
“I do not know what…” token started but the emperors hand was raised motioning silence, Token stopped and eyed the emperor with suspicion.
“Never mind. However it is of no importance, perhaps i can overlook certain things.” The emperor looked at him menacingly “I have need of you”.

Lord Ican looked at Token with disgust, how could the emperor need this lowly citizen.
The emperor noticed this and turned to the Lord
“Leave us Ican, I must talk with him and I fear that your presence will not allow free and open discussion” the emperor waved his hand and Lord Ican bowed low and left the room. A noticeable trace of annoyance in his footsteps. The Emperor chuckled.

Token watched him leave the room and smirked a little, he knew that had hurt the arrogant lord. For here he was a lowly citizen talking to the great emperor freely.
The Emperor caught the smirk but ignored it before continuing.

“May i offer you some refreshment Master Token?” The emperor suddenly had a pitcher of wine and two glasses.
Token shook his head to decline the offer.
The emperor laughed aloud.
“You do know I could have you in the jails for declining such an offer” he slapped his hand hard on the throne. He stood up and walked up to Token, he was a tall man and Token felt a little intimidated as he strode forward.
“I am in need of someone like you Master Token” he started slowly, Token remained silent.
“But please, let us sit and talk, I need to find the measure of a man that i have need of. You need to prove worthy of the task.”

The emperor waved his hand towards a table and two chairs. In the middle of the table sat a diamond game board. It was in the shape of a diamond with 12 markers on each side of the table, one set black and the other white. Token groaned, a childish game he thought, how he disliked this game called Danaan.

They both sat down and the emperor proceeded to place some markers on the board seemingly setting up the game to play.
“I do love this game!” The emperor lifted his hands and clapped lightly.
“I do not play such games anymore Emperor, I used to with my childhood friends”
” this gives me a good advantage then! You go first Master Token”

Token noticed something about the Emperor in that moment, he looked withered and old but his eyes when he smiled, he looked very young.

“Young at heart Master Token” the emperor caught his thoughts “I shall let you go first”.

Token shivered with uneasiness, nothing worse than someone knowing your thoughts.

Very well he thought, I’ll play this game and with that he moved a white marker at the top end of the diamond board And moved it to the fifth middle square.

“Master Token you must be rusty, that is indeed a dangerous first move” tutted the emperor.
“What say you of our scientific endeavours? Do you think we have achieved greatness?” The emperor moved two black markers from left and right of his side of the board and surrounded tokens marker. Tokens checker was lifted off the board and fell with a thud in a box to the side.

“I believe we have not achieved everything. Not only that our planet is dying. I doubt we will see much more than we have created”

He moved a white marker from the front two spaces absentmindedly. He didnt care for this game at all.
The emperor sighed.
He moved his marker to meet tokens but did nothing more. The emperor looked heaven ward and put his hands together.

“Yes it is sad that this world will cease to exist. Sooner than you think”.was the emperor welling up? Did token notice a small tear?
He continued.
“Let me ask you Master Token.”
Token moved his other marker to the side of the Emperors black marker. He took the Emperors marker and it went into his box with a thud.

“Yes?” He was intrigued by this powerful man.
“I need to know that I can trust you. I want us to be honest, if we are not then you shall be out of my service” he looked at tokens face and analysed the expression.
“Would you kill one person for our species to survive?”
“Depends on whether I liked the person or not”
The emperor laughed loudly at the answer seemingly the joke brightened his sombre tone.

“But seriously emperor I am a pacifist at heart. I do not like war, it has taken the lives of many I know and recently my best friend”.
The emperor moved his marker from the middle of the remaining group and advanced it two squares ahead.

“The General.” The emperor sadly shook his head but to tokens dismay the emperor smirked, why? Tokens blood began to boil again.

“His name was Gjada Pascall!” Master Token grimaced angrily, his anger subsiding as he realised this was the Emperor. He needed to be careful.
He breathed in deeply and moved one of his markers to the side away from the Emperors.

“Of course, my apologies. However, things are not always as they seem” he chuckled and Token could feel his anger rising. The emperor moved two more of his markers on the left and sat in front of tokens.
He took tokens checker and put it in the box reverently.

“I confess I too hate war” the emperors eyebrows furrowed and squinted “I especially hate war were it is not even our fight.”

Master token moved a marker to the right of the board. He was shocked that the emperor uttered these words.
The emperor looked up and down at the board and moved his left marker to the side away from tokens.
“It is a pointless war. I never thought there would be a war over water” the emperor mused.

Token moved two markers towards the Emperors and won his prize.
“Yes, I understand it is not just the water. Its dominance and the fact that no rainfall has happened for months. Not here in Eden and certainly not in the sandy lands of Lehl.” Token sighed as the emperor took his marker.

“Ah the lands of Lehl, very proud people” the emperor remarked as token made his move.
“Very dangerous”. The emperor moved a marker to the middle of the board.
“I have heard the stories your eminence, I’ve heard of the sacrifices of children and the barbaric actions against enemies”
The emperor shook his head sadly, tokens marker met the Emperors.

“They are the fallen ones of this world” the emperor moved two of his markers to either side of tokens. Three in a row.
The emperor put all three in a pile and declared he had won.
Stupid game token thought.

“I believe I have the right measure of your character Master Token.” The emperor smiled.

“Walk with me please” he urged. They both walked to the throne, the emperor produced a red velvet bag, token heard cracking against cracking in the bag. The emperor placed his hand in and brought out small diamond pyramids, 5 to be precise, the Emperor then produced a small metal rod. At the end of the rod he lifted a small lid and out dripped a black liquid. The black liquid activated the diamonds and suddenly they grew to 4 times the size it was.
He repeated the cycle with the other pyramids.
The emperor put the same metal rod in the centre of one pyramid and clicked on the top of the rod. A bright spark of electricity hit the centre of the pyramid then a ray hit the opposing pyramid then the other until all pyramids had Ray’s beaming.

A portal rose in the centre of the five Ray’s.
“Come Token, there is so much to say and do”
Token was dumbfounded, he had heard of this technology but never seen it.
“Oh dont worry, I used to be a scientist you know. Our little secret, yes?”
“Of course…wait…you were a scientist?” Token asked in amazement.
“Yes, a long long time ago my friend” the emperor replied as he urged Token through the portal.

They both walked through the portal, the emperors flowing ceremonial robes fluttering as they passed.
The portal opened up to a large meadow, it had animals of every type from flying reptiles to sheep grazing. Five black diamond pyramids surrounded this side of the portal as well. The emperor took out another metal rod from his robes and repeated the same process of placing the metal rod in the top of a pyramid and clicked the top. The portal closed suddenly.
“I will put a protective orb around us to shield us from nature.” The emperor continued as if this was the most natural thing in the world.

He took the rod out of the pyramid, twisted it 3 times and pulled both sides away from each other.
Suddenly a crystal clear orb surrounded them and he put the rod back in his robes.
Token was impressed, amazed at what the emperor was doing.
“The nature around us will not see us Master Token but we can observe. This is my favourite past time!”

“How did you do this?” Token asked dumbfounded.
“Ah, magnets and mirrors!” The emperor winked cheekily at the scientist who looked taken aback.
“Sire! I just dont…” the emperor stopped Token
“Please refrain from titles and official talk, I tire of it. Just call me..” the emperor put a finger to his mouth and thought. He suddenly raised his finger in response to a great thought. “Just call me Bojac!”
“Bojac?” Token was getting really confused at this situation unfolding.
“Yes Bojac! It is indeed a name dear to me. Let us walk” he waved his hand to urge Token forwards.

They walked through the meadow talking about things in the kingdom and tokens general day to day life. As they walked they saw many creatures, a massive two legged dinosaur chasing after a small three horned one. Bojac explained what the names of the animals were, a tyranasurus rex he exclaimed chasing after the triceratops. He clapped his hand in excitement.

Token looked disgusted at the emperor wallowing in the joy of predator and prey.
Bojac noticed this and stopped immediately.
“My friend, this is life. It is what life does. I do not see predator and prey, what I do see is atoms clashing with other atoms.”
Token could see the logic but it was still barbaric to him, even more barbaric was the emperor enjoying it.

“Look” Bojac continued pointing to the hunt that was ongoing “energy, thats all it is. The triceratops energy is depleting and being transferred to the tyranasaurus.”
“Its still…horrific” token replied angrily.
Bojac looked at him curiously.
“Let is walk on” bojac replied shaking his head.
They walked on as the weather changed rapidly. Nothing outside affected inside the orb they were travelling in. Snow blew at them and smacked off the orb, in front of the orb now stood a massive beast with tusks the size of Token. It had huge mats of brown hair and a long elongated nose.
This beast moved slowly towards them.

“It is a mammoth! Very rarely seen, I think this is twice I have seen one!” Bojac clapped his hands excitedly “amazing!”
They walked on until the snowy weather gave way to burning summer heat.
Inside the orb it was cool but Token touched the orbs side and moved his hand away quickly as it was roasting.
Bojac smiled “it’s not magic, it’s all science my friend”.

“I need help” the emperor suddenly stopped and looked at him. “Our planet is dying, Token”
Token nodded slowly and replied cautiously “yes, as we discussed, Data shows that our species are on the brink. Our natural resources depleting”
Bojac nodded “I need you to help me with the greatest mission we have ever faced”
Token laughed to break the awkwardness of the situation.

“I can assure you it is no laughing matter!” Snapped bojac. His face flashed red with anger then disappeared as he calmed.
“Would you believe it. I’ve seen it!” Bojac replied calmly.

“Seen what?” Token asked tactfully, he didn’t want the wrath of the emperor.
The emperor sighed loudly.
“The destruction of our planet” he continued “however not the destruction of our species.”
They walked back the way they came heading towards the meadow.

“I must tell you that all this time in this realm, we have not missed a single second back at the palace” the emperor said to Token.
“It is strange to know that i have lived longer than any man alive but I grow weary token.”

Token looked at him with suspicion, he looked around 50 years old, hardly old at all.
Bojac stopped and looked him the eyes, put his hands on tokens shoulders.
“My boy I am well into the thousands with my age. I have simply lost count. These portals keep me alive longer than I have dreamed of”.
Token laughed loudly, his mind was reasonable and only obeyed logic. There is no way this man in front of him was in the thousands of his age.
Bojac pushed him away in annoyance.
“You’ll see.” He muttered.
“I’m sorry Emper…sorry…bojac” he corrected himself “it’s a lot to take in”.
They walked on in silence, they travelled through jungles and deserts noticing the various animals that were in their natural habitat.

Bojac stopped and sighed heavily looking towards the sky.
“You know what this place is Token?”
“It seems like a laboratory of dreams.”
“No” the emperor said slowly “it is an ark, this is how our species will survive.”
Token nodded at the emperor who then said something to which Token never imagined he would say.
“Let’s go see Gjada Pascall”.

Eden the beginning : chapter 2

Master Token was escorted through brightly lit corridors by the two officers. He looked out the windows, views were spectacular outside. White cliffs against the bright blue Eden skies.
The sea below thriving with life and beautiful buildings far below these endless corridors.
He was paid well to be this high in the government sanctuary and he knew it, although the government owed him more but he never pushed it. He was a practical man and he knew where his bread was buttered.
He realised he had walked far behind in his daydreaming.
“Keep moving Scientist!” Grumbled the officer who had been the grumpy one.
He sped up, they were nearly at the Emperors quarters.
They kept walking through the corridors, past other domiciles and officer barracks until they opened up to vast areas of shopping arcades.
This was by far the worst area in The Government building, he hated the way people swooned at buying and selling. They kept on until it narrowed into one long corridor, four guards at the end of the corridor raised their long ceremonial spears.
“At ease! Newly appointed General Sujes to bring Master Token to the Emperor!”
With that Tokens mouth dropped open aghast, this mean officer was in fact General Pascalls replacement. Ridiculous he thought.
General Sujes seemed to have sensed this and glanced back at the scientist, his eyes narrowed. Token gulped, then caught hold of himself and put two hands up and silently congratulated himself.
The other officer held back a giggle.
The General sniffed and looked back at the guards who stomped their spears hard on the ground.
All four in unison yelled “Make way!”
The giant doors opened as if by themselves and the three men proceeded to pass through the portal.
The room beyond opened up to a grand and luxurious space, another four guards at the end in front of a massive door. The ceremonial spears were stomped again.
Looking around this room, Token viewed statues and art everywhere, great banners lining the walls and bookshelves with every kind of literature. What the scientist wouldnt give to get his hands on those books. How he adored to read.
His thoughts were broken by the four guards.
The doors once again opened as if by themselves and they continued to walk through this portal.
The next room was four times as large as the last and seemed as high as the cliffs outside.
The throne room.
At the end of this large room were steps leading up to a throne, the room had many people in it who were lined opposite each other making a natural aisle for the three to walk down.
Token felt uncomfortable in his own skin as he walked past these rich, elitist imbeciles. He regarded them as imbeciles because they knew nothing of his or anybody’s world. Stuck up here in fancy apartments and luxury. He despised their life and the way they looked, they looked down on him as he walked by. Looks of utter disgust and snobbery. Token grinned instead, happy to know that he wasnt the only uncomfortable person.
He heard mutterings of “could of worn something nicer” or “has he even washed his face?”
Why dont you go wash your wig? He thought of a particular snob with a ridiculously high white wig on.
They got to the bottom on the steps at the throne, the mutterings became louder and louder until a tall man at the top of the steps raised his hand.
“Silence!” He bellowed with authority. His hand still raised until the silence was acceptable. The tall man turned his head downwards to look at the 3 men standing before the throne.
General Sujes eyes widened and awaited permission to speak, the tall man bowed his headed slowly once as to say speak.
“Lord Ican, I have brought as requested the Scientist Master Token.” He began and in his voice was a tremble, token was surprised by that. The first tremble he had heard in a supposedly hardened general. He mused that possibly this one was not used to public speaking and he chuckled silently.
The Lord nodded again slowly before carrying on.
“The Emperor is pleased with you General Sujes, I regret to inform that you must seek a private audience with the emperor. He grew tired early of large gatherings. Wait here and enjoy the festivities while I talk with the Emperor” he looked at the scientist with suspicion, the Lord pulled his nose up to the air, turned on his heel and walked past the throne into a hallway.
General Sujes gulped and turned to the other two men.
“Follow him officer” he said pointing to Token.
“I am here you know” token gasped “where am I going to go? The air?”
“Listen” the general stormed over to him and poked a chubby finger to tokens chest “I dont trust scientists and I especially dont trust one that stinks of contraband”. The general smiled at Tokens expression, this general was smarter than Token had thought.
“Oh dont worry, full inspection of your domicile will be carried out after this. Do not worry!” The general winked. He continued and looked at the officer.
“Follow him!”
The general disappeared in the crowd that had gathered together, naturally a circle followed Token as he and the officer walked.
At both sides of this massive room were tables filled with food and drink of every kind. Token rolled his eyes, how hypocritical was this system? One rule for them and one rule for the other.
Look at this! Alcohol, contraband to him but here it’s out for all. It disgusted him the idea of drinking this alcohol, not because of the taste but because he would rather drink his contraband. He would feel much more satisfied drinking that than this.
He could feel his blood boiling.
He diverted his attention to something else, looking around this room were massive windows letting in natural light, large flags and banners of the Emperors and countries of the world.
A young woman approached him as he gazed upon a particular statue, taking in the carved marble with awe. This was a statue of the previous Emperor who died more than a decade ago. This statue was carved when he was much much younger, a large sword raised in the air and a shield pointing down in the other hand.
The woman broke his rain of thought.
“Handsome, was he not?” She looked up and down at Master Token.
“Uh…yes I do believe he was…I’m sorry…you startled me” token replied nervously and continued “I am not used to being around such…interesting people…”.
The woman laughed.
“Yes I believe that!”
She took her eyes away from the strange man and looked at the statue.
“He was handsome. I used to be one of his many mistresses.” She looked admiringly at the polished marble.
Token looked shocked that someone would be so bold as to say such things. She caught on to the look and snorted.
“Do not worry. It is no secret and his wife knew about every one of us. Besides he had that long sword” she winked at Token who looked mortified.
“I understand that if he waved that sword at me I too would be afraid”.
The woman guffawed at these words.
“Master Scientist I do believe I like you! Listen…” she was stopped as trumpets started to blare out to the hall. The Lord had returned and bellowed as the trumpets died out.
“My sweet children of the crown! It is with regret to inform you that the festivities are to end. We order you to retire from this hall and return to your homes. Return tomorrow for more festivities”
A huge mourn from the crowd, a sound of utter dismay. Everyone silently walked away to return home. The woman grabbed tokens arm.
“Please, if you ever return to our little part of the world seek me out. Here is my token, Token!”
She shoved a small emerald coin with 6 red rubies around the edges.
“Yes I believe I shall. I beg you though, what is your name?” He asked but she had already walked off with the crowd. Looking at the emerald disc he noticed an engraving of the name Lilith.
“Master Token!” Yelled the Lord.
He put the Token away and swiftly approached the steps with the officer in tow. “No need for your bodyguard now. Be off with you Officer!” The Lord said loudly as they neared. The officer nodded and swiftly turned and walked the opposite way.

Eden : The Beginning

Chapter 1

“My dear I am terribly sorry for your loss” the tall man wiped his brow with his handkerchief before continuing “war is a crime and the loss of life the greatest tragedy.”

He shook his head solemnly as he looked at the young widow, his brow glistening with sweat. The laboratory had really exhausted him this evening, he looked back at the door to make sure it was shut tight then turned to look back at the young woman. He sighed slightly.

She must be what? 29 and widowed, no children and a tragic love history behind her. He felt sorry for any future suitor as they would have to fight against the legacy of the Great General that was the love of her life who also happened to be his dearest friend, taken too soon.

The atmosphere in this small room felt sombre, the dim lights adding to that same heavy sorrowful feeling. Still though, they were both alive and life was for living!
He raised his hand sharply yo the ceiling and pulled a bottle as if it seemed from the air. He did the same action and suddenly two shot glasses were in his hand. An ingenious invention he had created, a physical storage unit that was camouflaged to the human eye. The widows eyes were wide with surprise, he noticed of course but carried on without a delay.

He smiled weakly as he looked at the bottle.
“I save this for the most solemn of occasions, a nice bottle of Douji, aged 150 years!” He mused “imagine how many lives have gone since”.

He broke his train of thought and shook his head violently thinking it was a bit harsh saying such things aloud given the previous conversation with the widow.
The widow had been staring at him the whole time, tears still welling in her almond eyes. She took the glass gratefully that he had just poured for her.
“Master Token” she said after knocking back the shot.

“Yes my dear?” He replied earnestly whilst running his hand through his dark hair.
“I’m just wondering about my dear husbands last words to you” she had a lump in her throat from the question.
“I would like to say we left in the best of terms but…I’m afraid to say we left in an argument.” He saw her saddened expression and he exclaimed  “It will be my greatest sadness!” his eyes dropped from her gaze in shame.

“He was a stubborn man Master Token” she let out a little laugh “he never could keep his cool. You know what he was like better than I!”

“Yes, many conversations we had in this very room about the pointless nature of war, the games we entertained ourselves with but if I’m honest…we were both as stubborn as each other. Alas my friend shall be missed” he raised his glass in a salute.

“To your husband and my best friend!”
They knocked back their glasses of Douji and both grimaced through the strong alcoholic taste.

She laughed lightly again and grabbed the bottle from Token, she swiftly poured both glasses again.

“Its terrible to know this is contraband” she swiftly looked up to where he had grabbed the bottle. She smiled and continued “you truly are talented master Token, I will never understand”.

“Ah my dear it is simply an illusion!” He smiled as he put his hand in the air and it disappeared only to come down with another bottle.

He smirked. “Magnets and mirrors ms pascall, magnets and mirrors!” With that he put the bottle straight back in the storage unit.

They both took another shot of the sweet alcoholic drink. Suddenly a series of loud banging on the front door of the domicile. The widows eyes went wide with shock, she shoved the bottle urgently back to Token who swiftly took it. He took the shot glasses too and shoved them back into the hidden space.

Both had a shocked look all through the knocking that kept on and on. A voice accompanied the banging now “OPEN UP! BY ORDER OF THE EMPEROR!”
Token checked everywhere, double checking there were no evidence of the contraband alcohol and strode to open the door.

As he opened the door two large men barged their way in. Muscular officers of Eden, their pure black uniforms glistening against the dim lights.
“Do please come in sirs!” He said sarcastically to which the two men grunted in unison.

The first one looked up and down at Master Token, he was bewildered at the strange man dressed in a bright burgundy tunic and cream leggings accompanied with even brighter red boots. Token realised this one was judging and smirked back at him.

How comical they looked storming in to this house. Two muscular officers against a scientist and a widow, however could they win against us? Master token chuckled at the thought.

“What’s so funny?” Grumbled the larger of the two who had caught the laugh.
“Oh nothing…nothing at all. You’re very welcome here.” Token kindly replied.
“Good.” The officer puffed out his chest proudly and urged his fellow officer to follow his lead.

They came to the middle of the room and the first guard looked up and down suspiciously.
“Told you it wasnt much” the officer continued “Never is in a scientists home”
He looked at Token and the widow, suddenly he looked again at the widow in surprise and bowed his head.

“My condolences ms Pascall. Your husband was a hero!” He solemnly moved his head back. Token noticed there was a look of shame in this officers face, strange he thought. Somethings afoot! Before he finished his thought the officer turned back to him again.
“Master Token! The Emperor wishes to see you at once!” He snapped back into his orderly duties “Come with me”.
“My dear sir wont you tell me anything? I’m just to follow you?” He was taken aback by an order from an officer.

The officer that had been talking turned his face into a grimace and the other gripped his weapon tightly. Both had faces full of malice, they could easily drag this strange man to the emperor.
“You come with us freely or I shall be dragging you!” He retorted.

“Very well! My goodness it does not suit you to be so angry all the time!” He eyed the officer and knew that the officer cared for nothing of these words.
“Lead away!” Token bellowed and followed the officers out of his home but before he did so he grabbed his large turquoise plumed hat. He turned once more and bid the widow farewell.

“Please my dear, help yourself to any refreshments you find” he threw a wink her way. She let out a small laugh at the cheekiness of this man, he was enjoyable company and at least she was able to smile on this horrible day.

She stood up after hearing the door snap shut and went straight to where Token was able to grab the bottle. Raising her hand into the air she suddenly felt the shelf, she then found the bottle. Pulling it down she smiled at the bottle.
“You’re a genius Master Token.”

The Meeting

“You came here boy and for what?” the man said, his dark silhouette stood against the backdrop of a sunset.

“Yes sir i came here thinkin to be mastering my own destiny” the young man returned, his southern drawl sweetly cutting the air even though he trembled, he spoke confidently.

The dark silhouette laughed softly, he stopped after what seemed an eternity.

“Ah see here boy, do you know what you asking for? I mean in the long term and not the short, dont take it lightly. I want to buy your soul.”

The young man shivered but he kept calm “I dont think i be needin my soul sir, it done me no good here and wont be no good to me after im sure of that. ” the man stopped and looked down at his guitar “i aint got no soul if i cant play this here guitar sir.”

The silhouette stepped forward two steps and suddenly two red eyes glowed out of the depths. The young man held his ground.

“You remind me boy of a young man from years past, yes sir the greatest guitar player in the delta. Yes sir i can still hear him screamin’ when he was called hime” the red eyes seemed to get larger them diminished “you want the same fate of Johnson?”

This really scared the young man, he stuttered and the the silhouette laughed harder and stronger.

“Sir, are you really the devil?” he stumbled over his words.

“Why sir!! you know how many people ask me that question, especially when they expire on this mortal coil” he tutted and left the sentence hanging in the air, he paced backwards and forwards. “But to answer your question, no im not. i know the devil and i am no where near as powerful or cruel as the chief commander. No sir i am not.”

The man shuddered “Then sir who are you?”

The silhouette ran at the man and got face to face with the boy. The hot breath of this demon was as hot as hell fire and the man was indeed terrified to his soul.

“I am not going to name myself boy, if i do we cannot do buisness. no sir indeed we cannot!”

The creature illuminated within itself and a brilliant light emitted from the figure, what the man saw was horrific. The silhouette had been human in form but since the emitting of light it had turned into a horrible creature and grown so tall. Fangs protruding from its maws like thousands of daggers and claws the size of elephants. The laugh that emitted from it was so powerful and the man fell to the floor.

Suddenly the silhouette returned to its previous shape.

“Hand me the guitar boy” the creature demanded. The boy obliged and handed over the instrument, a lovely ebony guitar with white markings on the fretboard.

“Ah this is truly a guitar worth the price of a soul” the creature laughed, he turned it over 3 times and turned the tuning pegs 6 times each whilst plucking the strings. He handed the guitar over to the man and sighed softly.

“This here boy is a tease of what you can have, mull it over somehow and come back to this here crossroads three days hence at the suns setting and let me know if you want the power.” The red eyes narrowed “Remember its the price of your soul”.

The boy looked at the guitar and played a little tune that just came naturally to him, as naturally as drinking water. He was amazed watching his hands going up and down the fret board playing rhythm and solos intertwined.

The creature smiled and the boy could see pearly white teeth glistening.

“Go show your friends. Go show the world!” the creatures otherworldly voice was beginning to show “It will last for three days and no more, come back boy and we can settle this matter.”

The creature floated back into the background of the now pitch black crossroad area, all but the red eyes and the glistening white teeth.

“Go show your friends” he repeated/

“And the world” the creature laughed loudly until the red eyes faded.

The man went on to become one of the most celebrated artists of the century and has never acknowledged the rumours that he had indeed sold his soul to the devil. Not until his untimely death at 27, the devil it seemed had come to collect the mans debt.

Blodoni – Prologue

The dark surrounded the campfire as three silent figures ate their meal, a foreboding sense of doom filling the air mixed with the stench of the smoke.

“I don’t like it” one of the figures broke the silence, he took a deep swig from the doeskin container “I don’t like it one bit”. He stood up and looked at the other two who were still sitting.

“Quieten down Bavaal! you want them to hear us?” a snarling voice behind a cowl, the shadow of this ones face shown the delicate face of a woman but a scar from her chin to her neck “Sit down you fool!”

“I’ll quieten down when I kill that bastard Crag, Rhytal and not one minute before” he shot back at her. Immediately a spark flew from the third quiet person and the spark made the great man slump to the ground, silently snoring now.

Rhytal smiled menacingly and turned to the figure “Thanks my zelka, he has been intolerable!”

They nodded at each other.

The figure pulled towards Rhytal and with piercing gold eyes said softly and silently.

“Nom mervai severni o Cutrtha ” The fire reflecting and dancing as if alive in his pupils.

Rhytal smiled “Yes, indeed Pupilo he should be asleep but not in death, we need him for the time being…” her words dragged off as there was a snapping of twigs to the side, instantly the two rose. Rhytal gave a hard kick to Bavaal who woke up coughing and spluttering.

“Why the fuck did you do that?” he shouted.

“Shhhhh you fool, theyre here!” The woman gave him another kick to make sure he understood.

Bavaal turned to face the darkness his sword drawn like the other two. Voices surrounded them. “Who?” exasperated.

“Shouldn’t have come” the voices repeated from all directions “we gonna kill you”

“Cravos Otheos” Pupilo muttered as the magic in his hands pulsed and vibrated waiting for the right moment.

Rhytal swung her sword into the pitch black, catching nothing, Bavaal felt something tug his boot. His arm tingled with fear, these wernt ordinary creatures.

“Shouldn’t have come” the voices repeated “you will die”.

“Magillo!” Pupilo yelled loudly, instantly a bright dome blew up and surrounded the three of them. Bavaal looked through the blue light and could see the creatures, there were 12 of them with the reddest eyes. Half human and half snake creatures baring their fangs, hissing and smiling. They slithered here and there trying to break the magic dome, their claws raking the dome, testing it.

Pupilo looked on without fear, the dome would hold forever against these beasts. They retreated back to the darkness out of view from the blue light. Rhytal put her sword away and looked at Baaval.

“What in the name of Bagorn are they?” he was visably shaken by the sight of these creatures.

“Why! don’t you know? We are in the middle of Morgovia, surely even the great knight Baaval knows what they are” Rhytal laughed at the scared mountain of a man. “Oh put your sword away, we are protected” she sat down with a plump, he was still standing. He annoyed her, just the sight of the oaf irritated her.

She swung her leg fast and before he knew it he was on the ground.

He looked up at her angrily, shook the dust of his armour.

“Just answer the damn question wench” his blood boiling,

“Blodoni” Pupilo answered for her still he was staring out in the darkness.

Baaval exchanged a confused look still.

“And what pray fuck is Blodoni?” Baaval looked from him to Rhytal.

“Vampire” she said.

“I don’t believe you” he said, instantly a screech to his left shattered the peace and Baaval let out a scream of surprise.

Rhytal turned over with the biggest smile on her face, she tried to stifle the laugh as his pride had been wounded enough tonight. The screeches continued into the night but she slept through it, she had had worse nights than this.

The twelve creatures surrounded the dome, silence eventually falling, they glared with evil dripping from their eyes. Licking and smacking of the lips until the sun started to rise and they retreated to their sanctuary.

Tuatha De Danaan Series 1.2

Tuatha De Danaan

The Hawthorne Tree

Volume 1

Chapter 2

I woke up in bed after the race home and exhaustion from Conarght.  It was now night time and i was restless. The darkness surrounded my room like the dark magic from my encounter.  My six brothers all snoring deep and hard in the knowledge they were safe.  The racket however could have woke the banshees of the hills from their mournful sleep.

I for a brief moment felt relieved thinking it was all but a dream however the feeling passed quickly.  I had sweated profusely in my restlessness and the beads ran down heavy from my saturated forehead.

It was too real to be waved away a dream. The little leprechaun was too real and his voice was burned into my brain.

It was 1959 and I reminded myself this could only happen in a dream.  However, I remember working the whole day on O’Carroll’s farm, was that a dream? I was so confused. I went through doubts and reality, what was real and fake. I even believed it could be the aftermath of a magic trance, i held my head in my hands and stared at the floor.

My body jerked in unison as i remembered!

The coins! I reached for my trousers that I had worn in this encounter and searched frantically.  In my rush I heard four dull thuds hit the wooden floor, I peered over my bed.  The moonlight streaming in through the window, illuminating four gold coins.

I was overwhelmed with anxiousness.

A whisper in my ear.

“Await my return Fergal! Keep them safe four me” The leprechaun said behind my right ear, his hot breath felt like acid on my skin.  I heard his laughter and his tiny silhouette figure bouncing from chest to chest then up to the window sill. My brothers did not stir at all, just continuous snoring.

With a final menacing look, the leprechaun touched his crooked hat and adjusted it, he then gave me one evil look then hopped out the window. Cackles surrounded the field he run away into.

I jumped out of bed finally after what seemed a lifetime, scared witless was i. I didn’t know what I was doing. I just wanted to be free of this little man. I ended up not sleeping a wink and i felt sometimes he was at the window watching and waiting. Sometimes hearing pitter patter footfalls or heavy breathing.

So the next day I went to the church, I lit a candle for the wee folk as I thought perhaps he would know.  The candle lit at once and when I said the name of my captor the flame went straight out.  The candle never lit again.

The priest watched me in vain and came over to ask who I lit a candle for.  I just said Connor which raised even more questions. I didn’t want to be angry with the priest so I politely took leave.

As I got out the church I felt eyes on me, then a voice.  The voice beckoned me to the forest by the village.

A Goblin Called Gloop

Gloop was not your everyday goblin, his bulbous nose stood out like an orange on his face with glooping snot hanging from it pretty much always. Hence his name, Gloop! you dummy!

His little black beady eyes sat atop the massive nose and blinked every few seconds, little yellow pupils in the centre. These little eyes could see both day and night which makes it confusing for our little goblin to sleep.

Now, his hair was tufty, in fact so tufty it was that he could make his very own clothes out of it. He often farted due to his diet and his over excessive drinking.

He is a very selfish creature, his massive bulging belly shows that he is a greedy little fellow.

His fat little sausage fingers were always dirty and never out of his mouth biting his fingernails, and his teeth were bent and missing in parts.

His favourite food is worm sandwiches with a lovely glass of slug juice, but if he could find some lovely bird poo. Delicious!

Now our tale begins when our very nosy hero stumbled upon an old wizard near his smelly cave.

Gloop was hunting some rotten rats when he stumbled over a log, he cursed his luck as he bounced a few times of the ground. His round stomach was very jiggly fellow readers!

Just as he was about to get up, his head tilted from side to side in a confusing way. His eyes crisscrossed and a questioning look appeared, what he saw there through the trees was a…a…thing. He didn’t know what it was.

He had never encountered a human before but he started laughing and rolling around. It was the funniest thing he had ever seen, skinny little creature with a beard and a hat.

He laughed so hard that he farted.

The fart being so loud that the human looked his direction.

“Uh-oh!” Gloop said in the normal dozy goblin way, he scuttled off away from this thing. The old thing was chasing him now and it seemed to be throwing hot things at him. One hit him in the bottom and he howled and howled, he started hopping as he ran.

“flipping eejit!” The wizard muttered under his breath. The wizard had his hands behind his back now as if inspecting the scene.

The wizard stopped and watched this extremely stupid goblin rolling around, hopping, standing up, somersaulting and rolling in the air.

“Still…an energetic flipping eejit” the wizard said, one hand came from behind his back and he threw a flash of magic at Gloop. Gloop was stuck in the air, frozen in time, his eyes able to move but nothing else.

“Ah Goblin!” the wizard exclaimed, Gloop farted in surprise, he was terrified.

The wizard laughed, he continued “Allow me to introduce myself”. The wizard bowed gracefully, his purple robes flowing as he bowed. “I am the great Greandath of the Pearl Jaguar In The Southland Of The Great Plains Of The Other Side Of A…” Gloops eyes went into spasm “Me..Greandath!” he pointed to himself getting the gist of Gloops brain power.

He flashed his hand at Gloop and instantly he was released from his frozen state, he bounced a few times and then stood up. Gloop shook himself like a dog and brushed off debris from his goblin clothes.

Gloop looked up at the wizard “you” he tried very hard to say the name, his eyes went crazy with using his brain which was the size of a pea. He strained hard to use it but ended up farting loudly, the wizard guffawed and slapped his hands on his robes.  This made Gloop angry. His fists clenched and he focused again “you, Gr..ea..n..dath!”

Greandath stopped guffawing “Bravo old chap! well done!” he approached the goblin and poked him hard into the chest. “And you?”

Gloop scratched his head.

The wizard repeated the poke on the chest, Gloop responded with a reactive punch in the chest which sent the wizard 5 or 6 feet into some hedges.

The wizard recovered heaving from the blow “strong blighter too” he wheezed. Greandath had leaves sticking out everywhere from his beard and his posterior. He was not angry, just amused by this creature.

“This will not do” he muttered, he approached the goblin again who was still scratching his head like nothing had happened. The wizard could have easily struck out and killed him but he decided that this goblin could be an interesting development in his plans.

He pulled off his plumpy hat and put his gangly arm down it, his tongue out to the side of his mouth, he concentrated on what he needed. He pulled out several items like a lettuce to which Gloop winced, he didn’t like ground food as he called it, the lettuce bounced on his head.

Then a kettle was brought out of the hat “No no no, I must find it…it just won’t do” the wizard launched half his body into the hat and Gloop could hear jingling and jangling, crashes and bangs. “Ah-ha! Found it!”.

Greandath pulled himself out and he was brandishing a potion, bright green colour and looked slimy. Gloop licked his lips, he thought it was slug juice, his grubby hands were reaching and his nose was dripping with snot.

He couldn’t control his greed, the wizard unpopped the vial but he needn’t have bothered as stupid Gloop bit into the vial and started eating and drinking, glass and liquid whole.

Greandath screamed in horror “you’ll kill yerself you buffoon!” he slapped his hand against his face. Gloop enjoyed it, he really did, he was getting a sore throat and he could not understand why! His face contorted as the liquid settled into his third stomach, his eyes went crisscrossed again and he farted but this time green fumes came flying out.

He fell to the ground in agony.

The last thing he saw was the wizards confused face.

The Hunger

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The blood drenched cape flickered against the wind as the tall man stood high up on a skyscraper, he was overlooking the glorious Thames and all the busy London night life. The mysterious mans eyes narrowed as he viewed the bright lights and dim outline of people far below, how he hated them all.

His blood red mask held tightly and snug to his head with black horns stretching out of the velvet material. His head buzzed with electricity, a voltage twitched around his brain which used to hurt him immensely. Now he focused the pain and enjoyed the sensation and what he could do with it. The centre of his brain lit up with chemicals going to and fro and suddenly he could hear a mile a way, he focused hard and he heard the screams of a woman.

He leapt off the building instantly and without hesitation and suddenly fell through the air, he used his power of flying by focusing his mind through these chemical reactions in his brain. As he began to fly he dived down then settled into a straight position. He flew around buses and cars, people got out of the way as he whizzed by and bits of rubbish debris flew everywhere. His face grimaced as he got nearer to where the womans voice echoed from. He remembered the hunger, the desire…the feast that awaited him.

He travelled extremely fast, down narrow alleyways and avenues and before he knew it he was at the site of the crime being commited. There they were, the evil men holding the woman down, ready for some pretty dark unimaginable things. He scanned the area as he suddenly stopped in mid air, three men and a woman in this area. He hovered to the ground.

The men shot at him as he walked over to where one man held the woman from the waist, her clothes ripped apart in anger by the men. She was screaming for help. The caped man told her to shut the fuck up as he kept walking towards the men, they were firing shots still but the bullets bounced of him like rain. He smiled menacingly as he reached the first man, he held his hand out focused with his brain, chemicals reactivating in his brain and the hand suddenly elongated into a silver trident. With a quick strike he delved the sharp trident deep into the mans genitalia. The man fell to the floor writhing in pain, holding the lower half of his body. The powerful being laughed menacingly. “Whos next?” he snarled.

The woman still screaming for help, this so called hero quickly flew to her and slapped her hard. She fell to the ground unconscious, peace and fucking quiet he mumbled to himself. The two thugs began to run off but he ran quickly and in a flash he was facing the running men who began to fall backwards on top of each other.

The masked man dragged both of the men easily back to the woman who lay there unconciously, she started to stir as she heard footsteps towards her. The masked man threw the two men together into a heap, he then took out a solid gold dagger and threw it at the womans feet.

“Kill them” his husky voice breaking the silence of this alleyway.

The womans eyes widened in horror, she looked at the dagger then at the man. Her eyes pleaded why? She couldnt bring herself to pick it up. The masked mans eyes glared at her, piercing her very soul. His eyes narrowed at how weak and pitiful this woman was. He bent down and took the dagger.

“Kill them. Or i’ll kill you.” he said matter of fact. He prodded the dagger to her hand “Take it”.

The woman took the cold dagger in her hand, it felt heavy and cold to the touch. She crawled towards the men who looked on in horror, almost paralysed but darnt move. One of the men jumped up and began to ran, the eyes of the man seethed with rage and he ran to the man and threw him backwards. The thug fell onto the dagger that woman was holding, instantly electric lightning erupted and went straight to the dark masked man.

He laughed as the lightning entered his body, he embraced it by welcoming it with open arms. The womans hair was turning whiter and her skin brightened shopwing her skull under her skin.

The lightning calmed and the mans last breath went from his lungs, the other thug lay on the ground staring into space.

“Now” the super man said, he held out his hand and the dagger zoomed straight to his hand “this one is mine”. He walked slowly like a predator towards the thug, he bent down and looked crookedly at the man, his face lopsided.

In an instant his dagger plunged into the heart of the man and the lightning went straight into this powerful human being. The woman looked on and stuttered that she wanted to go home, the man grunted in irritation, she had disturbed his happy moment.

He grabbed her by the hair and dragged her to the wall, he scanned the area and found some twine, he tied her up with the twine without much fuss. She struggled but he slapped her a few times and she stopped struggling.

He left the site of the murders happy that his job had been done.

His name was GoldFeed, he was anything but a superhero.

He hated them all.

A Bingo Tale – The Interview!


Pedro Poncho arrived at the Bazzingo front doors for his interview, so excited at the prospect of being employed again!  It had been six months since he was out of a job.  Thanks to government cutbacks and various political decisions he was made redundant from his I.T job.

But that was the past and this was the future.  He promised to give this interview all he had, he was out to impress.  And so he walked into Bazzzingo, a bingo company that was doing relatively well. He passed through the threshold and found an empty reception area.

A few chairs, a desk and a TV were in this small area.  It seemed claustrophobic.  Pedro heard a whirring and noticed a camera following him.  He was on edge.

He looked around at the reception area, the place had an overpowering purple decor, everything was purple from walls to chairs.  It was like someone vomited this bright purple colour everywhere!

Pedro started to mutter to himself”Its a bit purple, bit of a shit hole as well..”

As soon as Pedro finished the last syllable a member of the Bazzingo hall staff appears out of nowhere, apparently camouflaged by the purple walls.  His uniform was the same colour!

“A shithole you say? Not very nice! hmm well never mind that, what do you want? hmmm” the man/woman stated in a slight drawl.

Pedro was taken aback “well…err…hello? I’m here for the interview…” he stuttered.

The person changed his tone and took on a pirate accent “ahar! I knew it, a new victim eh lad eh? ahar, and I suppose you be liking a cup of tea me hearty? ahar!”

“why are you talking like a pirate?” Pedro was losing patience. He kept quiet waiting for an answer.

There was a short uncomfortable silence until Pedro had to say something.

“ah never mind, I would like a cappucino” he said irritated already by this person.

The employee began to mock him “ooh a cappucino for his lordship.” The voice went from pirate to serious “listen son we don’t like arrogant people here, my names Gretchen. Watch it or ill cut yer balls off.”

“but…” Pedro interjected.

“and we don’t like people making fun of us” Gretchen kept on.


Gretchen ignored the interruption “so do yourself a favour…”

As Gretchen was about to finish the telephone rang, three loud rings that echoed through the building. Gretchen ran to it like his life depended on it.

“Hello?!” Gretchen asked impatiently. He keeps eyeing up Pedro whilst listening, he scowled and grinned. His/her face Co rotting with emotion.

“Ok, if you say so. Your the boss, i’ll let him know.” Gretchen slammed the phone down hard.

Pedro went to walk out the door thinking the telephone call was telling him the position was filled. Besides his first experience of this place was so bizarre he wanted to go.

A high pitched scream followed him “And where do you think you are going?”

Pedro held his ears, that voice! He turned around and stuttered “Oh, i thought.. That the boss had decided to not have an interview.”

Gretchen scowled at Pedro “You’ve got the job mate, manager says he saw you on CCTV so there ya go.”

“Really?” Pedro was shocked.

“Nah, you can go, im only joking.” Gretchen grinned hard.  Another uncomfortable silence ensued.

“Oh ok, dont really wanna be here anyway.” Pedro was getting angry now, this creature was so bizarre.

“Damn it! I was kidding around ya can start tomorrow. Now fuck off you nubble.” Gretchen scowled again at Pedro, he waved him off impatiently.

Pedro exasperated “Fuck sake! Have i got it or not?!”

“Yes! Oh you are feisty! They will make a meal of you!” Gretchen said in a very camp voice.  He turned his back on Pedro and disappeared in the camouflaged wall.