Well there’s another idea……

A mighty icy wind whistled through the stone cutouts of this ancient mountain monastery. Bringing whisps of snow in its wake, trying to put out the orange flame from resin torches. Stone pews and statues were empty of any devoted visiting pilgrims.  The elders secluding themselves in the back of the temple, deciding what to do with the dangerous religious order that was sweeping over the land. Despite the monastery’s natural isolation, word reached us of the Crimson Light and what they were doing.  Using their religious beliefs and growing power base to get away with heinous crimes. Taking those whose bodies demonstrated anything that went against their religious doctrine. While my order offered sanctuary to those living close, our reach was limited. The few small villages around the mountain’s base helped when they could. Given the pressure the Crimson Light was putting on the villages, help was becoming increasingly seldom.  There was a growing sect of monks, including myself who followed the beliefs of the warrior god, Anesoni were trying to fight back. Hopefully, the elder’s would make a hasty decision about training more monks in the art of war.

Taking a slight breath, I began to notice something moving in the distance, barely visible through the small crack in the door. Casting a faint orange glow around itself without any noticeable smoke or odor. Opening the door with slight caution, trying to get a better view of what was coming. Seeing a dark shadow in the middle of the mysterious light. At a quick glance, the shadow didn’t appear large enough to belong to a full-size man. Following a growing sense that this person was similar to me, moving sideways through the door. Pulling the wool hood over my head before walking far from the dar. Letting one the organic steel chains around my waist, unfurl down my right sleeve. Noticing the flame suddenly extinguish itself, the shadows fading along with it. Sprinting forward toward where the light vanished.

Contracting the chain around my left are, feeling the blunted spear tip against my hand. Stopping to find the thin body of a young child, poorly clothed in tan rags. Someone had shaved the entire scalp of the body, making it difficult to determine if it was a boy or girl. Still healing cuts were apparent on the left and right side of the child’s face. The child had been tortured by someone who appeared to know what they were doing. Assuming it was the Crimson Light’s inquisitors well known for their skills for infliction pain. Being careful I lifted the frail child over my left shoulder. Heading back to the monastery, hoping this would alter the decision being made by the elders.

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Another picture is worth almost another thousand words

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Ancient Shrine by Macro Gorlei

 

My long pilgrimage into the Archiani dessert comes to an end as the statue of the god Suirtop appears before me. The crumbling city of Archoi resting at its feet obscured by layers of sand. Bowing down unto the hot sand, whispering a quick prayer of protection before walking forward, leaving a trail of footsteps behind. My own sense of exhaustion and thirst starting to get to me with each step. Tightening the tightly wrapped damp cloth around my head before the intense heat of the twin suns could strengthen those feelings. In awe of the skill, the ancient craftsmen of Archoi had when they made this statue. Feeling the fixed protective gaze of Suirtop look down at me as I moved forward.

Pausing at the entrance of the city to whisper a silent prayer for those lost their lives when the desert decided to reclaim it. Uncertain of where to step from where I stood. Taking a deep breath before taking tentative steps into the ruins of Archoi. Surprised and relieved by the resilient sturdiness of the stone buildings. Taking more certain steps forward until the shadow of the Suirtop statue covered the buildings below. Sensing this was the place I would receive the guidance of Suirtop. Sitting down near the center of the roof, closing my eyes.  Slowing my breathing and heart down feeling my head to begin to clear. Listening for the voice of Suirtop to appear on the wind, hoping I had the strength of body and belief to hear it.

Feeling a soft breeze as the heat from twin suns began to dissipate. Hearing a subtle whisper being carried on the wind, that I couldn’t understand. Waiting with great determination for it to return more audible. The shamanistic tattoos inked into my body beginning to tingle enough to guide me out of my state of mediation.  Opening my eyes to see the glowing bright blue ethereal spirits of my ancestors floating above the sand. Recognizing the few that were closet to me as my grandfather, and father. Thier eyes transfixed on me, staring at me in light of the twin moons. Glancing up at them to see they were mirroring each other one moon waxing and one moon waning. This was a good sign that Suirtop would have the strength to speak to the pilgrims and shamans of my tribe. Taking a deep breath, I called the spirits of my ancestors toward me. Breathing in the wisdom and knowledge, they failed to pass on to their sons. Feeling stronger and warmer as the wind returned. Carrying a single mighty hum that began to encircle me. Bolstering the tingle from the shamanistic markings on my skin. Leaning back, I let the mixed sensations envelop my body.

Moments later, I saw Suirtop had appeared before me. Dressed in unordained garments that ran down to his feet. A dark glowing halo focused itself around his head. The mighty blade Irusk hung on the right side of his hip. Without moving his lips, he asked: “You have traveled far like your ancestors, Arco. What guidance can I offer the son of Arsoilo, from the line of Arsch?”

I responded “Almighty Suirtop, I decree unto you to grant me the wisdom to help lead my tribe to avoid the conflict that is sweeping over the land. Our warriors are ailing, with something that is a mystery to my people. Without brave and skilled warriors, I fear my people will be wiped out,” pleading and praying for divine aid in helping my people.

Suirtop commented “Arco there is much I could do to aid your people. Yet, without a channel to possess, I lack a proper form to do so,” pausing for a moment. Placing his hands on my shoulders, before continuing; “There is lost knowledge your ancestors once possessed that kept your people safe. While I cannot aid, this dangerous ancient knowledge may be able to save your people,” before moving his hands to the sides of my face. Staring down at me in silence, doing something I couldn’t understand. Forcing my body to shake rapidly for several long moments. “It is done, Arco,” before vanishing in front of me.  Taking the spirits of my ancestors with him.

Looking up to see twinkling stars had filled the sky. Aiding the moons in illuminating the dark desert sky. Slowly standing up, feeling rested, almost reborn. Feeling nothing more than a slight chill on my skin as I began to walk out of the ruins. More confident of the path that lay before me. Stepping down onto the soft desert sand that surrounded the ruins. Using the night sky as a map to lead me back home. Trying to avoid getting lost in the endless hills of sand.

The suns had risen and set three times before I found myself on the outskirts of my village. Seeing the tip of the Pioli mountain where my home was. Beginning to sprint forward eager to see my family. Still at lost for what the gift was Suirtop gave me, on my pilgrimage. Only hoping it would be enough to save my village from the outside world.

 

 

Another picture is worth another thousand words

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Sanctuary by Rashomike

Vines crept in through the broken window, dropping down like an organic rope.  The light from the sun revealing the broken floor and rotten crumbling. Nature had taken parts of this church back following the Gaea event. Yet there was an odd silence that hung in the air. Following the careful steps of my companion Milton down the rotten looking wooden stairs. Hearing the occasional creak as the three of us descended the staircase. Pausing as something rustled in the dark green brush near us. With quick glances at each other, we ran taking tactual positions in the area. Aiming our rifles at the bush, our hands shaking with a mixture of anticipation and fear. Watching the bush through the sight of our guns. Listening to something growl from the bush. Setting the barrel of my rifle on the banister staircase, before feeling around for something to toss at the bush. Managing to grab on to something that had a rough texture. Hurling the item at the bush, attempting to draw out what was hiding in the bush. Quickly putting my hand back on my rifle as the object flew through the air.  Watching a blur of movement as something caught the brick in mid-air.  Slowly the beast crawled forward, revealing long skinny dark green legs that pierced the floor. Milton glancing at Alex and myself before giving us a slight nod, the three of us know the danger of an Archanis. Within seconds all of three of us opened fire, breaking the sacred silence of the old church. Watching in horror as the Archanis continued to crawl forward, emitting a deep growl in the process.  Revealing the organic layer armor, the covered its body. The twisted face of both the human and the spider staring out at us layers of white eyes. A small gold chain with a small cross still hanging around its bent neck. Holding onto a remanent of its former life like it was still human. Launching its entire body forward into the rain of bullets, almost like it wanted to die. Continuing to fire my rifle until I saw the thing had stopped moving forward. Its body twitching and spurting out a thick dark fluid that could have been the thing’s blood. Staining the area around for a few seconds before turning the ground a soft green color.

Alex shouted “Masks now,” sliding the filtered gas mask around his mouth.

Quickly doing the same before the body could begin emitting lethal spores. Noticing Milton do the same seconds prior to the body releasing small lethal white spores into the air. Being careful moving around the corpse, we walked down the stairs. Pressing down on the plastic clip on flashlights, letting the light cast itself in front of us. Glancing around for anything else was hiding in the nearby foliage.

I shouted through the mask “Finding anything else that can kill us, or should we begin looking for supplies?”

Milton yelled back “Not yet, Jess. The supply cache I heard about is supposed to be in the far back of the church,” turning towards us. “I think the door should be around here somewhere, keep an eye out for it,” pivoting on his feet before resuming his walk.

Alex fell in behind him, leaving me to take up the rear. Walking backward slowly, scanning the plant life with the sights of my rifle.  The wind begins to pass through and down the open window some in the process.  Almost making me fire my weapon as the plants moved.

Milton shouted “Damn it the door is jammed. Alex help me try to force the door open, Jess watch our backs.”

Nodding I stopped walking, observing the plants.  Hearing Alex and Milton slamming themselves into the door. Listening attentively to something moving, trying my best to ignore the creak of the something being pushed back from behind me.  Continuing my watch for several minutes before I heard a series of loud bangs behind me. Pivoting quickly on my heels I saw they had opened the door. Forcing several boxes to collide with the ground in the process.  Pausing midstep once I heard a large monstrous growl, that sounded terrifyingly familiar.

I shouted “We should get moving if my gut feeling about what heard is correct,” reaching for something a little more explosive I packed for this trip into the ruins.  Feeling around before pulling out an old wine bottle filled with a mixture of alcohol and gasoline. “Grab anything light and salvageable you two,” peering around the room quickly for signs of movement.

The ground beginning to shake under my feet a few minutes later. Hearing Milton curse under his breath, as him and Alex shoved stuff into their backpacks. Sprinting to the staircase with all the energy I could muster, trying to find higher ground. Seeing out of my peripheral vision Alex and Milton quickly following my lead. The frequency and ferocity of the ground shaking rapidly increasing. Managing to drop large pockets of dust down from the ceiling that sparkled in the sunlight.

Milton taking control back by testing the strength of the knot and rope we used to get in here. Alex and I kept a tight watch on everything as the ground continued to shake. Noticing something was pounding hard on the large arched barricaded door at the back of the church, trying to force its way in. Lighting the Molotov cocktail with a matchbook, before tossing it hard at the door. Watching the door begin to burn as Alex climbed down the rope first. Milton followed behind him a few seconds later. The door being broken forcing large shards to fly through the air, as the monstrous Behomethes entered the room. Knowing I wouldn’t survive long even with the flames delaying that abomination, I reached for the rope. Tightening my grip before starting to descend down. Keeping my gaze straight ahead as a precaution incase the Behomethes tried to follow.

 

Well…..there is another idea

Do you ever write something, and think to yourself, where on Earth did this idea come from? It seems to be happening frequently to me, as I try to keep my creative juices flowing. Either that or I’m in a state of creative overflow. I guess it could always be worse.


In silence moved to the back of Restir, taking a seat at a small round table. Ignoring the disgusting smell of cigarette smoke, and piss that lingered in the air, as I observed. Enjoying the experimental jazz music that was playing through carefully hidden ceiling speakers. Disregarding the bar’s other customers, focusing my gaze on my target. Watching the strange man sip a black bubbling drink in a short clear glass, at the bar. Two other clear glasses rested upside down on his left side, the black drink still sticking on the sides in small spots. Hiding parts of his face under a wide-brimmed black cowboy hat. The raised red collar of a long black trench coat hid what remained. Knowing with certainty that he was armed with at least two handguns, several short knifes, and the Marsekoh blade I was after. I didn’t know why my client wanted it, but, considering how much he was paying me I didn’t care.

A short, narrow-waisted waitress approached me. Dressed in short eggshell white button-up dress, with a black and red belt around the waist. The dress fell from her shoulders enough to reveal the tufts of her breasts. Narrow blue eyes peered down at me through rose red glasses. With a flirtatious smile, she handed me a menu, before running her hand through her short dyed blue pixie haircut. She smiled before another customer called out for her, forcing her to walk away. If I wasn’t on the job, I would have considered flirting with her. Setting the menu aside, I resumed my observation.

After I saw him down his fourth drink, I got up. Lightly pushing people aside, as I approached the bar. Taking a seat next to my target, lifting my phaser without revealing it. As he watched the bar-bot make his fifth drink I made my escape plan. With a slight turn, I pushed down on the trigger. Releasing three short burst low energy plasma, intending to stun him. His body began to unsteadily shake as he fell to the ground. A surprised look on his face. Reaching down I quickly grabbed the Marseketi blade from the right side of his waist. Sprinting into the kitchen, almost colliding with one of the cooks. Pushing him aside, racing towards the back door. Running through the door, before jumping off the edge of the delivery dock. Feeling the exhilarating rush as the air pushed around my face. Letting the air expand the gliding flaps that were custom sewn into my coat. Slowing my fall some, allowing me to navigate through the resting traffic of flying cars. Being careful to avoid a collision and the seemingly endless array of surveillance cameras that littered the city. Hoping the Obscura tech was working, as I made my way to the bottom of this colossal metropolis.


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Preview of Death’s legion (title pending)

I’m not really sure where this idea came from. Yet, given how death exists (in some way) in every genre of fiction it was something I can build on.  Twisting and shaping it to something both strange and plot building. Without diminishing the power that death could wield in a fantasy environment.



Raising the visor of my battle damaged helmet, I attempted to wipe the blood away from on a battlefield that had fallen mostly silent. Only the caw of crows and the ramblings and moans of those who death has yet to take were the only thing heard. Keeping a tight grip on my sword I began to step away. Prepared to be merciful to the fallen, ally and enemy alike.

Stopping completely when I heard a strange almost inhuman groan from behind me. Turning around I raised my sword. Only to see the fallen general of the Tisthan forces, had begun to raise. Bloodied arrows still through what remained of his eyes.

Trying to hide my fear, I asked “You are dead, I watched you fall. What in god’s name are you,” raising my sword to defend myself if needed. Still struggling to understand what I was seeing.

The general’s corpse chuckled before responding “What or who I am is not your concern mortal,” as his flesh began to change. Becoming rapidly darker as it tightened around his bones. “All you truly need to know,” being cut off as a sword with a body of fire decapitated him.

Sensing I was going to be killed by the blade’s unknown wielder, I struggled to pull a dented, muddied shield from the ground below me. Hoping I would manage to die with honor, as my ancestors have. Raising the shield I readied myself to die. Glancing over my shield I saw the wielder of the strange flaming sword. A tall warrior clad in ebony plate armor. Yet somehow the flame the sword possessed was within its body. The strange blade sheathed at the left side of his waist. Cautiously lowering my shield, I watched this strange warrior. Trying to understand any of what was happening. This shouldn’t be happening, it went against everything the Kuorkizin.

Rapidly reciting a quick prayer softly, I began to step backward. Keeping my gaze focused on the strange warrior, as I attempted to flee. Ignoring the screams of the wounded as I passed over them. This place was no longer a battlefield but, a place of damnation. I may have killed today in defense of my homeland, but I felt no desire to be damned.

Managing to reach the outskirts of this unholy battlefield, I turned myself. Breaking into a run, trying to escape all of this like a coward. Believing it was better to be branded a coward, then to die in a fight against a warrior of unholy origin. There was no honor in that.

Being stopped by a forceful tap of something hard, as I ran around a tree. Grunting, I looked up to see what had hit me. Only to see the same strange warrior from the battle-field. Holding a bloodied iron halberd where my chest would have been if I hadn’t stopped. How he managed to get ahead of me was beyond me.

I shouted “I don’t know what you are, but I beg you to leave me alone. Please,” trying to get up. “My family will not ransom me, there is no reason to follow me,” managing to get to my feet. Looking past this strange warrior, at the area behind him. Remembering an old monastery of the Iquarthi monks was nearby. Hoping they knew a way to stop this thing from following me.

This strange knight barely reacted to me getting on my feet. Moving the halberd out of my way, keeping its gaze on me. Without hesitation, I broke into a run. Ignoring the pain in my chest, and legs. Keeping a slight gaze over my shoulder as I ran. Only to see him standing there still, watching me.

Following the dirt road, I attempted to flee once more. Keeping a close eye on the nearby forest in the process. The monastery was protected by the forest that surrounded it, according to my mother. I never knew what she meant by that.

Starting to alter my direction some, I ran towards the forest. Feeling the dirt give way to stone, before quickly being replaced by dirt once more. Continuing to push my body, as I saw the twisting spires on the horizon. The setting sun casting its light on it from behind.

With relief, I slowed down. Noticing the monks inside had begun placing candles in the spires’ peaks. Creating the illusion of a circular ring around the sun. The monastery appeared to change much since my childhood visit. A wall of trees of various shapes, sizes and types formed a defensive wall around the structure. Two watchtowers rested above the treeline. Watching for pilgrims try to get through the only iron gate into the monastery. A lone torch rested in the middle of the gate. Watching silently for pilgrims arriving at this late hour.

As the sun fell away, I reached the gate. Finding it locked, as I attempted to pull it open. In frustration I pounded on the gate, considering trying to force my way in. Yet, that would only add more blasphemy to my arrival. Assuming they would listen to the strange tale I would tell them, at this late hour.

A monk shouted from somewhere nearby, “Stop that infernal pounding soldier it’s late,” as t torch began to make its way into view from the left side of the door. Revealing a hooded monk in brown robes. Keeping their face hidden, the monk asked “The time of darkness begins, and a weary soldier pounds on the door. What blasphemous actions could you have done that couldn’t have waited until morning?”

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Random Musings #7.4

Previous entries: Random musings #7, Random Musings #7.1Random Musings #7.2Random Musings #7.3


Martin returned almost an hour later with Max’s fire ax, and my baseball bat, interrupting my thoughts.  Someone from his group I didn’t recognize was accompanying him. The person was short and stocky. Wearing a patched up green scrub. Watching us through black glasses, as Martin handed our weapons back to us. Handing something small to Martin before leaving.

Shoving the small device into my hand, Martin said “This was part of the hospital’s intercom system at one time. It will act as a short range radio system if needed. Beth will accompany you on your search. She was a nurse here before the world went to hell. The children will follow me back to the common area, where they will be safe. Please be quick if you can and try not to put yourselves in unnecessary danger. Good luck,” turning around and leaving.

Beth gave Martin a slight glance watching us as Jillian and Jet slowly left the room. Letting Martin take the lead in the process. All of three of us watched them leave. I hoped Beth knew more than Martin since we were in her hands.

I said, “Lead the way, Beth.”

Beth stood there in silence for several minutes before speaking in a hushed tone, “We are going to have to stick together if we want to live. I think the area where the meds are was part of the forced quarantine when the government still had power. There should be a few biohazard suits a few doors down. We will need those suits on before we enter.  I’ve heard whispers of why the government shut down parts of this hospital. If there is any truth to the rumors, this could go wrong quickly. Stay on alert if you can,” walking towards the door. Unholstering a pistol as she walked. “Try to stay in the middle of the corridors. Any locked or barricaded doors will remain that way,” taking her first step out the door.

In silence, we followed her. On a heightened state of alertness if anything either one of them said was true. Watching both the walls and floor for signs of recent movement. It gave me a sense of ease as we moved.

After about ten minutes of walking, we stopped at the end of a corridor with three doors. Two doors placed on both the left and right walls respectively. A set of double doors that led forward, had been sprayed with a large biohazard symbol spread over the doors. Along with the phrase “Keep out,” sprayed above and below the symbol in white. An ominous warning in graffiti.

Beth said “The biohazard suits should be behind the closet door on the left. Let us hope no-one took them in the panic of things.,” walking towards the door. Pistol raised at the door as a precaution. “One of you stand behind me, the other against the wall outside the door. Just be careful,” waiting for us to follow her instruction.

With long silent steps, Max took the wall against the door. Forcing me to take a spot behind Beth. Using her fingers to count to three we waited. Watching as she opened it on the count of three. Seeing a few decayed bodies, wrapped around each other. Both with a single bullet hole in the middle of their skulls. Decaying green smocks hid if they had any other injuries before they were killed. Any signs of who they were didn’t seem to be on them.  Beth sighed some before entering the door. I wondered is she knew who they were. Doubtful I would be much help searching in that cramped space. I waited, leaning back into the wall some. Ten minutes passed before Beth walked out. Carrying three sealed bio-hazard suits, in bright yellow bags.

Ten minutes passed before Beth walked out. Carrying three sealed bio-hazard suits, in bright yellow bags. Whatever lurked past the graffitied door, I hope these would protect us. I had witnessed the early stages of this infection before. It wasn’t a pleasant sight.

Beth said “Will put these on each other. There should be gloves and a respirator built into the suit. Just be careful with them. I don’t know if we will have to use them again.”

 

Random Musings #5.6

Previous entries: Random Musings #5, Random Musings # 5.1, Random Musings #5.2Random Musings #5.3Random Musings #5.4Random Musings #5.5


Someone shook me till I woke up. To my slight annoyance, I saw Gibil had been sent to wake me.

With a yawn, I asked, “What is it now,” resisting an urge to punch him and go back to sleep.

Gibil rolled his eyes some before responding, “We leave for the mission in a few hours. Need you awake, prepped and ready to go in two. They both have some final words to say before we leave anyway,” letting me go. Taking a few steps backward, “Maybe shower and eat too,” before leaving my sight.

Forcing myself out of bed with a groan I staggered forward. Wishing Gibil had at least brought me some coffee before waking me up. Taking slow steps towards the bathroom for a quick and hopefully awakening shower.

Turning off the water, I managed to dry and dress with a slight bounce in my step. Feeling awakened as I walked out of my room. Dressed in black and gold mission clothes. Placing the two custom made augmentation bracelets on my wrists as I walked to the kitchen.

Where the smell of burnt coffee and chicken greeted me. Those not going on the mission were cooking. As everyone else sat around the oblong table in silence. Dressed in the same black and gold clothing I was. Just tailored to their own powers. Finding an empty seat between Borelis and Pierce I sat down. Receiving a slight acknowledgment from the room with nods. Everyone in the mental preparation stage, like I, soon would be.

After eating those going on the mission were led by Chronos and Minerva to the main chamber before the exit door Both of them giving glances over all us. Their gazes more sullen than inspecting.

Minerva said “As we go forth into the night recall all that has been taught to you. Do not relay on your instincts to be the heroes your parents were. We fight as a group if we want to survive to fight another day. Check your gear before we leave. Remember we are rebels, not heroes,” shouting that last part as she beat her hand against the air three times. Trying to inspire us before the mission fully began.

 

Random Musings #5.5

Previous entries: Random Musings #5Random Musings # 5.1, Random Musings #5.2, Random Musings #5.3


 

Two days had passed on the outside, by the time we ended the exhausting training pace. My entire screamed in agony as we the eight of us climbed up the stairs. A collective groan escaped everyone as, we managed to sit down.  The scent of food being cooked hit us hard. Despite my exhaustion, I was famished. After eating nothing but dried out protein bars.

All eight of us had devoured the food that was brought out to us. What little remained was rapidly brought back into the kitchen. Given the accelerated training and the small feast that followed, I was eager to rest. Knowing Chronos and Minerva would share their plan before that would happen.

Barely noticing Gibil, or Borelis as they approached with something in hand. Managing to stay conscious, I watched as they unrolled it. Both of them being careful as the paper revealed a map, as they glanced at Minerva and Chronos. With a nod from both Borelis began to speak ”

With a nod from both Borelis began to speak “My visit to the archives confirmed some of Chronos’ suspicions. Before the Order of Holy Light infected the world with its religion, there was a military base there for some unnamed government agency. There is little in the archives as to what the base’s purpose was, but I doubt it was good.  The only other thing in the archives of note was three meteors crashed into the area. There could be a connection but I’m not sure what it is, or it could be nothing.”

Minerva asked “Interesting Borelis. Any increase in guards for the base?”

Borelis responded “Only a slight one, along with an increase in patrol frequency. It shouldn’t make things any more difficult.”

Minerva said “Good, assuming they haven’t found something the previous inhabitants left behind. Even then we attack their arsenal and power supplies first. Gives us the best advantage we can.”

Chronos said “It seems I may have to make some changes to the plan since I would prefer not to wait for reinforcements. It would be nearly impossible for them to get here by dusk tomorrow, ” taking a few minutes to think. “We will still divide and conquer.  Gathering the guards at the main entrance with a mesmerizing distraction. Borelis and Loriel that will be your job, Pierce you keep them safe from the shadows should any guard be curious. Frigar and Earolis I will need both of you to create tunnels on the east and west side of the structure as that gets done. That should allow both groups to enter without detection. You will follow them in once the tunnels are created but keep them open should things go wrong. The group on the east side will consist of Frigar, Genesis, Gibil, and myself.  While the group on the west will Earolis, Minerva, Jaliki, and Kali. Anyone I didn’t mention will be tasked with defending the base. If things backfire on either front, we will meet at the other safe house buried in the mountain. Also, anyone that needs equipment made or repaired for them, see Genesis. Anything to add Minerva?”

Minerva responded “For most of those here this is something you have heard me say before. This mission is important and will require teamwork and coordination. If you must break off from the group bring someone with you. They will be your backup if you run into something you can’t handle. We may have super-human powers, but we aren’t heroes; we are rebels. Also if you need help try to shout for it. someone will get to you as fast they can. Do try to remember both of those in the heat of combat. That is all for now. Those that trained before this meal, you are on a much-earned rest period. Everyone else should be making mission preparations. You are dismissed,” standing up as she snapped her fingers twice in quick succession.

With a grunt I managed to stand up, using the tablHearingrin no questions about the plan, I took slow steps towards my quarters. In desperate need of sleep and a shower.

 

Hmm… that is interesting.

The idea for writing about this came from reading an article written by Neil Gaiman. You can read the article here.

While I may not have read much of Neil Gaiman’s novels, or graphic novels yet. However, I do have tremendous respect for him. He makes several points in his article, including one about having no limits on what he read as a child. Some of the other things he discusses in his article, on banned books, the importance of the libraries, the concept of classifying books, and freedom of speech.

Honestly, I agree with most of his statements. While books may be the subject of controversy, and banning. Even the concept of medium could be argued to some extent.

Personally I think books, are small, portable gateways to other worlds no matter the medium. No group, or person should have control on what is read excluding the creators (artists and writers). I exclude them since everything they make is meant to be imaginative, for the most part.

People young, and old should read what they like. Young adult literature is a great example of something that has a questionable age range. Honestly I have seen people who have past what would be thought to be the target market for young adult literature, reading things that fit that genre. Of course that includes myself. Restricting what a child can read, because it you don’t agree with it, or it depicts something you see as offensive is almost redundant. Especially in a world where you can search for anything online.

I’m curious to see what are your thoughts on the article. Do you agree? Disagree?