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James Potter and the Court of Owls Chapter 3

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James jumped at the sound of someone knocking on front door. He noticed that Angus didn’t move but his focused had locked in the direction of the front entrance.

“Are you expecting a guest?” James asked.

“No one but your mother or Professor Longbottom are welcome on my property and both them have a key so they wouldn’t be any need for them to knock. Hold on!” He said and walked over to his bookcase easing a book from the shelf and removing it. He looked inside and opened it to remove his 1911SC and silver magazine.

He checked the magazine that was loaded with ruby glowing bullets and then he eased it inside the weapon. James noticed that the hybrid magi/non magi weapon glow for a second before it returned to normal.

The presence of danger around Angus intensified making the hairs on James arms and neck stand up. Angus had changed.


James took out his wand, that was blue Horn Snake core but Angus held up his hand. “That won’t work. Put that away. I need you to stay in here. I’ll deal with it and come back.”

James frowned. “I got top marks in dueling and mother paid to have me tutored by retired Aururs in London. I can help.”

Angus smiled looking at his son. James stared at the cold stare. James stared back holding his father’s steal gaze. Angus nodded then as the knocking continued. “Your man now. So you got your say. Just remember. Follow my orders. Don’t use any any disarming spell if your going to use that thing then you better intend on harming or to kill because whoever is at the door is intending on doing the same to you.”

James nodded. “Yes Sir.”

Angus started forward with his Hybrid weapon aimed in front of him and that level of dangerous energy around him expanding out as he went on the hunt.

James frowned as new strange understanding of his father came to him from where he didn’t know but he trusted in the knowledge knowing it to true. They came to the front as whoever was at the door continued knocking with persistent knock though not overall pushy.

“Turn around and leave my propriety you are not welcome here.” Angus said in a commanding and dominating voice.

“Angus! It’s Ava. Honey my key doesn’t work. Will you let me in.” Ava voice called from the other side.
Angus stopped James from going to the door with a raised hand. “If you have the key it should work just fine for Ava. I need you to turn around and leave my property. I will not repeat myself.”

“Angus I-”

The door was blown apart. Angus fired his weapon. A fireball of gold flames and electrical energy came out the nose of his weapon hitting whoever it was in the chest and sending them flying backward outside.
James stared in shocked surprised. He had never seen anything like that show of raw power in duel or sparring match.

“Easy son. It ain’t over. It’s coming back.” Angus said calmly.

“It?! What?” James began but stopped as feeling fear shook him to his core at the tall figure that came back inside through the whole in the front of the house. The creature was in the figure of a tall man but wrapped up in a cloak of darkness and then suddenly it was Professor Longbottom stood before them.

“James I came to-Ah!” The creature screened as Angus fired another fireball of lightning hitting it in the body and setting it on fire this time. The creature screamed and screeched out in horrible blood chilling sound of pain and rage.

“James. You going to use that wand or pick your nose with it?” Angus said in deadpan serious voice that woke up James from his stupor.

“Dad. What the hell is it?” James asked.

“Dementor of course.”

“What?!”

Angus nodded as he studied the creator. “The court of Owls sent me to hunt down the last remaining of their new breed that had come over from the old country. I thought I got them all that’s why I came back early form my job. Well if you not going to do anything I’d best.”
James straitened up away from his father and thought of one spell. Raising his wand he pointed at the focusing his mind on the happy memories of he had of being with his mother and father all together and shooting at the gun rang home.

“EXPECTO PATRONUM!”

Ah loud bang came from his wand as a pale blue horned snake flew out of his wand’s end and slivered around the room and around the Dementor wrapping around it smothering it in it’s body before biting down on it.
The Dementor roared in pain before exploding into pure light as Angus fired one more time at the deadly creature and exploding it into nothing.
Angus finally turned to face James and nodded to him. “A bit slow but you did good for your first battle. A horned Serpent Patronus. Nice. You’ll make a fine Auror.”

James stared at his father. “Who are the court of Owls? Are they a magi para-military group in the Magical congress of magic?”
Angus grimaced but he shook his head. “Yes and no. The President is the primary Chief of the court.” He said in a somber tone.
James frowned. “I’ve never heard of the Court of Owls. They must have been established recently.”

Angus smiled shrugging his shoulders. “In a way yes. Listen son. I think you should have a talk with your mother today and hear her out on her job offer.” He said.

James studied his father closely. “Okay so does Mother know about the Owls?”

Angus sighed. “I don’t believe so. But, son I think it would best you didn’t mention anything regarding the Court to your mother. It’s not that I want you to keep secrets from your mother but I’m not really ab liberty to reveal any of this to the general magi public.”


James stared at him. “Okay. But would it be okay for me to ask you questions regarding the Court of Owls?”

Angus stared at him. His lips shook a little. “If your new gift you’ll find out eventually and your witness to me finishing a execution order then it’s okay. But, please remember not to reveal this to anyone else outside of you me and a member of the Court of Owls. I got your word on it.” Angus said and held out his hand.

James smiled taking his father’s hand. “I promise not to tell mother or anyone else not associated with the Court of Owls. I got one more question though. How do I use back sight?!”

Angus opened his mouth then closed it. “Ask your mother she’s much more smarter on the subject and I got a lot of repair work to do now on the house.”

James Potter and the Court of Owls Chapter 2

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James Potter opened his eyes when he felt his father’s rough hand rubbing his head gentle to wake him up. Visions from his dreams still haunted him. It had to be just a dream. It couldn’t be real. It couldn’t be. It went against everything he had been told about how he had come to live with his father. He stared up his father.

Angus Potter had bruised face. He scars lined his face and a deadly presence of danger seemed to hover around him. James studied his father.
“Hey Dad. Your back sooner then you said you would be. How did your mission go?”
Angus shook his head. “Nevermind about my work. It’s over and done until the next job. Anyway, Happy Birthday. Your sixteen now. I got a letter for you from Professor Longbottom. He told me you finished top marks of your class. Much better then your old man. You got offers for a job at the ministry in London.
I think you should give em a look. Your mother sent you a letter to and would like to have a talk with you about a job at her company. You’re a man today. You’ve done good I’m proud of you. Get washed. I’ll make your breakfast.” He said before giving James a pat on the head and laying a letter on James’ chest.

Angus turned and started to walk away. James noticed a his father limp a little as he walked away. James lay in his bed for a few moments trying to sort through the dream and wondered. He sighed and got out bed heading the bathroom washed up and got dressed in his room.
James stared at his own image in the mirror and wondered what he was doing worrying about some strange dream. He was of age now. He had plans. Grand plans and the world ready and willing to support those dreams and the position he had been looking to be in.
He was sixteen. He was going to become an Auror like his great great grand father rise up the ranks in magical wizard world and then become prime minister of the magical world and change the world for the better. He had had a few bumps along the way with being put into house Slytherin by the sorting hat but he had used the skills and charm to raise above the misstep and gain alliances and friendships in all four houses.
His course was set. His mother had guided him and helped him perfect his plan to raise to the position his legacy demanded. He had even changed his name and accents to fit in. There was nothing stopping him from achieving his goal.

“James. James. Son. Come on down before your breakfast gets cold.”

“James!” James said his real name as he looked in bedroom mirror and the dream still haunted him. His father never said a word when he decided to publicly change his name to Harry or any decision he did. He supported him and only advised him to be careful and be willing to take the consequences of his actions and the outcome of his choices would lead him down to.

However, there was a great many things Angus didn’t tell him. James thought about his conversations with his mother and her stories about the great legacy he came from and the legends of ancestors greatness. She failed to mention however what happened to his grandfather and uncles.
No. James shook his head. It was just a dream. It had to be just a dream. The feeling wouldn’t go away though. James had to find out the truth whatever it was because he had a feeling that if didn’t he might fail in his plans.
James didn’t hurry down stairs but he walked down stairs heading to the kitchen where his father was placing eggs, bacon and pancakes onto two plates for the both of them.

Angus looked up with grinning face and then froze at the sight of James’ face. “Are you okay son?” He asked in concern.
James forced a smile on his face and nodded. “I’m just a little nervous dad. Thanks for breakfast it smells good.”

Angus flinched. “Your using your normal voice today. You sure your okay?” He asked in concern.

James nodded and came over to give his father a one arm hug before sitting down. He started getting into his breakfast quickly.
Angus smiled but he was looking at James in concern. He sat down quietly and started into his own breakfast. James ate a little but was silent.

“Son. What’s wrong?” Angus asked.

James looked up. “Tell me the story about how I came to live here with you?” He asked him.

Angus frowned. “Alright. Your got into a bit of jam in some magical world stuff and she had a mutual friend of ours send you over to me while she got it cleared up. Then we decided it would be better for you if you lived with me and she would come and get you when she could for holiday trips and such. Why do you ask?”

James stared at him. “Did Professor Longbottom and Tan Tan bring me to you late one night?”

Angus sat back. “Did he tell you that?”

“No.”

Angus stared at his son. “Yes.”

James started sweating. “Did my mother give you letter?”

“Yes.” Angus said.

“Do you still have it?” James asked.

“Yes.” Angus said.

James stared at his father. “What happened to your father and elder brothers?”

Angus held up a hand. “I’ll tell you, just answer one question for me. How do you know about the letter?”

“I saw Professor Longbottom give you the letter in my dream.”

Angus nodded his head. “I understand. Okay. My father lived in the shadow of Harry Potter for his life. He tried to make a life for himself different but he always managed to get caught up in the Legend of his father and that forced him into becoming Auror and then having political urges. My brothers didn’t fight it. They road that shit like a drug and milked it to get themselves into amazingly dangerously dumb situations. It didn’t well for any of them.”
James’ heart was hammering in his head. “What the hell happened to them?”

Angus stared at him. “My brother Harry died in battle, Henry died by betrayal and my father and brother Nathan died by the hands of the worshipers of the dark lord.”

James glared at his father. “Why didn’t you tell me any this shit until now.”

Angus shrugged. “I couldn’t tell you.”

“You damned well could have-”

“No. I couldn’t have. James. That’s their past. Their fate. You grew up different. You became a Slytherin. You are nothing at all like your great grandfather. You have the choice to forge your own destiny. I never encouraged you to be anything then what you want to be.”

“I want to see the letter.” James demanded.

Angus sighed. “James-”

“No. Please. I need to see the letter.”

Angus sighed and pushed his chair back and got up. James followed him out of the kitchen to Angus’s private study.
Inside the study was an assortment of books and Angus’ weapon designs and maps. Angus went to his desk and opened it with a key and withdrew a the envelop.

James took it quickly opened it and looked at the letter:

My Dear, Angus,
I need you to take care of Harry for me. I have put myself into a position to become high lady in the counsel to the President’s magical council but my enemy’s are afraid of the position this would put our son in. They are right to fear. I have had to kill two assassins this year alone and one of whom I had hired recently as nurse to our son. I know you are disappointed in me for mistake. You did warn me of the danger that would come with birthing the legacy to your great family. I am unable to protect him at present. Do not attempt to come for me. I am fine. I will grow stronger and protect myself. I will prove to you and Harry that I am worthy to in your honorable family. It would better for us to remain distance for the public eyes for the sake of the Potter heir.
I repeat. I am fine. Please protect our son and rise to a position that you can protect him as he rises to the position in the land of his fathers.

Warm affection your love always

Ava Nightingale.

James let the letter slip from his hand and stared at nothing. Angus sighed. “Son. This doesn’t have to change anything your planning for your future.”
James shook his head. “This changes everything. It’s the reason I got the vision of the past. How did I see what happened in the past. I was I able to see that moment. What am I?”

Angus gentle patted James’ shoulder. “Son. Your a back-sight. It’s perfectly normal thing.”

James Potter and the Court of Owls

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He’s the father of the child

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Angus Potter had been sleeping quite soundly in his bed when he head a banging at his front door downstairs. He frowned at the banging and then wondered how in the hell they gotten onto his ranch without the motion sensors hadn’t been set off and alerting to their presence. Damned Wizards.

Angus threw off his blanket as the banging continued and rolled to the side of the bed. He was naked all but for his boxes. He turned on his night lamp that sat on his nightstand and opened a drawer reaching inside for his special made 1911SC. The semi-automatic warmed in his hand and he pushed the release button on the side to discharge the magazine and check that it was loaded and ready to go. The lavender bullets glowed in the deem light.

He got to his feet putting the magazine back in the semi-automatic pistol and started for the open doorway of his bedroom toward the stairs.

“Lights!”

Every house light came on by his command and the house seemed come alive now as it’s master alerted it to possible danger near.

Angus frowned as he looked at his front door and put up his side arm aiming it at the door. “What the hell do you want Wizard? State your business.”

“Angus. Open this damn door this instant. I have something I must address to you.” Neville Longbottom said on the other side of the door.

Angus didn’t move but he did frown in confusion. “I gave a key to professor Longbottom to my house. Why didn’t you use it? What the hell are you doing here anyway? Longbottom never leave HogWarts. Everybody knows that.”

“We have a problem before us Angus. 1) I am an enemy of your family trying to trick you and gain access to your heavily warded property. 2) Something important has happened that has pulled me from my headmaster duties at Hogwarts and you changed your damned bloody lock and forgot to give me a new copy of your house key. You enjoyed multiple choice during school terms. What is the likely answer?”

“Damn it. Hold on.” Angus said as he quickly unlocked the door.

Angus then let in Professor Long Bottom into the house. Longbottom stood before dressed in none magi clothes with trimmed long beard. He wasn’t alone though. A female house Elf dressed in a leather vest and black skirt was with him with a child in her arms and two dwarf made swords behind her back.

Angus frowned at the baby and looked at Long Bottom opening his mouth to ask him what the hell he was here for but he froze at the sight of his family’s magical treasure. The invisible cloak. The ancient treasure of his family.

Professor Longbottom held it out to him. Angus took it and recognized it as his family’s treasure. He looked up at him. “Why do you have this? I gave this to Ava.” He asked.

Longbottom stared at him. “She has returned it back to you and this.” He said and then held out a letter to Angus.

Angus ignored the letter. “What happened to her now?! Is she dead or did she get locked up in Azkaban?”

Longbottom frowned. “She will be on an extended stay at Azkaban for either the next five years or unforeseeable future.”

Angus looked at the baby again and then back at Long Bottom. The older man nodded. “He’s-”

“I know who he is Professor. Did you know? Did she tell you when she-”

“She told me a few hours ago, Angus. Ava is in serious trouble. She has endangered herself and made put her into a position that she will have to resolve as best as she can before the ministry of the magic decision board in Europe.”

Angus was getting angry now. “Your not going to tell me. It most be real embarrassing for your star student.”

“This is not a game. Will you take your child.” He asked and Angus heard something strange in his voice.

Angus shook his head. “I’ll handle it from here.” He said and turned to the house elf.

The Elf grinned up at him and lifted the baby toward him. Angus took his child in his arms. The child was sleeping.

“Ava named him after your grandfather. I think it is fitting he looks very much like Harry. Well minus the scar you know.” Longbottom said trying to add some lightness to his voice.

Angus shook his head. “No. His name is James. I promised my Grandpa I would let it go. I don’t give a damn what Ava was planning. That ain’t the life for my kid.”

Longbottom grimaced. “Angus. You come from an honorable family. Your grandfather Harry was-”

“- a reckless asshole that liked to be to much in the thick of battles but he was lucky enough to live past the countless battles however he passed on that same shit to his children and they’re children. I lost two older brothers and my father who tried desperately to live up to his father’s legacy. My mother didn’t want that for me and I don’t want that for my son. James Potter is going to break tradition and set his own course. This trouble that Ava got herself into was my son there when she made the mistake?”

Professor Longbottom couldn’t lie to save his own ass. I saw it clearly. He shook his head though. “It’s not my place to tell you. It’s in the letter. She explains it all in detail. Angus. He’s your son. So I understand perfectly. When he is ready we will send him the letter.”

Angus grunted and nodded to the door. “It’s time for you and your girlfriend to get going Professor.” Angus said to the shocked faces of both Long Bottom and the house Elf.

“Angus! What the bloody hell are you talking?! Miss Sparkles and I aren’t in intimate relationship.” Long Bottom said in loud nervous exasperated voice.

“Oh dear. Oh dear. Oh dear. Oh dear. Please Sir. Mr. Angus Potter. Don’t tell anyone. Please. It is illegal in the magical it is. Mr. Longbottom will get in trouble because of Tan Tan.”

“Miss Tan Tan. Please. There is no need for such talk.”

Angus nodded his head. “Don’t worry. I wouldn’t dare do so. Goodnight to you.”

Updates and the writing situation and the death of Star Wars…..

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Long Live Cyberpunk.

Again, the ride doesn’t end. I remained this blog as battle against my own battles against depression, and my pursuit to take on writing seriously with gusto and my own style of rough blunt dark humor.

That hasn’t stopped. The blog became over my channel breath life into cyberpunk and with the death of Star Wars it has led me to declare Cyberpunk’s time to raise again.

I’ve been in the lab. Cooking up some stuff and working on my career aspects to breath new life into Iron age.

I got a dream. I want more Cyberpunk stories. I want indie artists to create more creative stories. Something or someone has take up creation of brand new art in the void left by the death of Star Wars.

Hey, I’m just a American Bard born in the 20th century in the decades that cyberpunk came into existence.

I’m here too put a fire cracker under the dead and stinking legacy left by the Disney Star Wars era. Ya heard.

TITAN OF THE SIN Chapter 3

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It was late into the night but I could feel the dawn of a new day arriving soon. I opened my eyes to the sight of Aaron moving in a strange dance on the deck of the ship. He was silent and I could barely hear his foot steps and spinning turns on the deck. A sword was in his left hand and a piece of moving rock spun around his body that he was attacking.

“The dirty mud boy is awake.” A soft voice said from my right.

I turned to see Adora floating an inch off the deck staring past me to Aaron who was still dancing around the rock he was cutting to pieces. I looked down at Aaron’s feet to see dirt and dust had gathered around him. He had been at his dance for a while yet.

“I’m not dancing.” Aaron said again hearing words in my head I had not yet spoken. He turned to me dropping from his dance to stare at me. “I’m practicing using ground magic and what fighting skills I have learned from my time training in the western Kingdom. We are arriving soon into the borders of our pack lands. Do you feel it?”

“He is nothing Aaron. Nothing but a slave. You are counting to much on father’s instincts. He won’t be able to take what plans you and father have for him. I have a better-“

“Silence.” Aaron commanded her. “Muddy. Come to me.” He said softly. There was something strange in his voice.

I got to my feet and walked over to Aaron. I froze and turned toward a patch of land that was glowing. I felt it. I felt energy from that small patch of land. I heard foot steps behind me and I knew Elmo was behind me. I walked over to stand beside Aaron. He pointed at the land that seemed to vibrate with energy that I felt.

“That is the Sharo. The land of the Sharo pack. The pack your are now apart of now. As long as Elmo of the Sharo exist the Sharo exist.” Aaron said.

“You would be wrong on one point. The Sharo is the land. It’s the people but more importantly. It’s the pack.” Elmo interjected. “As long as there is a Sharo pack and a male Dan, we will always exist. The power of the Sharo however is only for the Dan of Sharo. The Sharo follows the Dan. The power. It is the unexpected thing in a room filled with endless treasures. The one thing that signifies the Dan, set apart from everything else. It is not given to a man. It is taken. Only the true male master can see it, control it and dominant.”

I held out my hand and started to feel it. The energy of ground and land called out to me. “The land is calling to me?” I said.

“Then go to it.” Elmo said. “Aaron. Give Muddy his first lesson.”

Aaron took my hand. “Let’s go. Muddy.” He said and then started running for the edge of the boat. I felt a spark of fear and at the same a feeling of thrill of the pulling from the Sharo to bring me inside. Inside what?

Aaron led me forward and off the edge of the boat. We fell dropping from the sky and then I still felt that pulling grow tighter around my body and jerking me down. Aaron still held my hand tightly in his grip.

“Do you feel it, Muddy?” Aaron asked me.

I nodded. “I do what-“

“Reach for it. Do it NOW!”

I did. I reached for whatever it was that was pulling. I caught it with whatever spark was in me. “I’ve got it. I’ve got it.” I said in excitement.

“Good. Let’s test out your theory.” Aaron said before he let go of my hand.

I felt something drop from my hand as I started falling like a rock toward the Sharo. I raced and raced down to the ground to the back of large house and then I landed in thick mud. I wasn’t hurt but my body shook as I heard laughter above my head.

I looked up in time to see Adora descending down slowly to the ground with her father beside her shaking his head at me. “Look at the little Mud boy. He’s probably broken every bone in his mortal body.”

Aaron was the first to touch down on solid ground. He wasn’t smiling. He just looked at me with his arms crossed in front of his chest. “Are you hurt? Any broken bones? How’s your head?” He asked me calmly.

I sighed but shook my head. “I’m fine. Strangely I don’t feel hurt at all. I feel good.” I said. I frowned and started rising out of the mud easily to stand in front of my new master and his children. The mud around me became more solid under my feet. I was dirty again but I felt good.

Elmo stared at me and then he nodded his head. “You will learn from Aaron now on all that I have taught him and you will become stronger and master all my tools. You have five years to become something worth living or by the end of that time you will die. Do you understand me?”

Some of the good feeling faded away as it was replaced with fear but I stared up at Elmo and nodded my head. “As you wish master.”

Elmo nodded his head. “Good. Good. I like your acting. You’ll do well until realize what you are. Until then always remember. Power is not given. It is taken. Always remember. Now sense you failed your first test. You will make the attempt again until have successfully come down to the Sharo in the proper manner of a Sharo. Let’s try this again.” He said and held out his hand toward me. His hand glowed red and then I felt a gust of wind knock into my chest.

I was lifted up and up into the sky and high above the large red house then I stopped when Elmo held me up staring at me with his glowing magical eyes.

“Remember. Reach for it. Take a breath and descend. There will be no stopping of this test until you get it right Muddy.”

Elmo dropped his hand and I started to fall again. I screamed as I fell down to the Sharo.

TITAN OF THE SIN Chapter 2

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Journey to the Sharo

The journey to the boat that would take us to the Sharo wasn’t a long journey. We had walked barely a mile when Elmo stopped short in front of a rope ladder that was floating down from the sky. I wondered if we were going to ride on the boat made of clouds for a second. I heard Aaron snort in laughter at me and pointed up past the trees as if hearing my thoughts.

I looked and stared up and my grew wide at the side of large ship seemingly to float in the sky by a large white cloud holding it up by thin strings of rope. I saw the words printed on the side of the ship but I couldn’t understand them. I frowned just staring at the wonderous thing in the sky. I didn’t even know such a thing could ever be in this world.

Aaron dragged me forward toward the rope bridge as Elmo was already climbing up the ladder ahead of us up to the strange dream like boat in the sky. I was afraid and shaking as Aaron kept forcing me up the ladder up and up. My body shook some times in fear as I felt the strong winds blowing against my open flesh. I shivered.

We neared the top. I lost my grip on the rope ladder and started to fall. Aaron caught my wrist and held me easily. He then wrapped me up in his arm and lifted me up holding me close as he climbed up to the deck of the ship. Aaron set me down. I still couldn’t believe I was standing bare feet on the ship’s deck.

The wood seemed to vibrate with energy like the ground but it was a different energy then I was used to and I was still confused.

“Who the hell is this little shit you brought up to my ship? Adopting strays now are you or are you now playing your strange little games again huh?” He said.

I looked to the back of the back of the ship to see a man dressed in a blue long jacket standing behind a large white wheel. He stared at me with silver blue eyes frowning at me. His eyes glowed for a second and then he grimaced at the sight of me. His eyes then returned to normal mortal eyes. “Strange. You are a strange little shit. Never seen em this young before but then again you won’t live long enough for anyone to remember the like’s of you.” He said almost to himself in an echoing voice.

He was another immortal just like Elmo. What were immortals!? Why were there so many of them in this world? The question was something I had to find out now. It was the first time I had wanted to learn something beyond what I would eat or drink today. My stomach growled loudly and the man behind the wheel scowled at me shaking his head. “Fucking earth elemental. Your lot is forever hungry. Elmo. What the hell is this slave boy doing on my ship?” He said turning toward Elmo was walking up a short stair way leading up to the man.

“Never you mind about my business. Where the hell is my daughter?”

The immortal’s face softened into a genuine smile as he nodded upward. We all looked up and then a red haired her goddess floated down dressed in a dark red dress. Her eyes were mortal sky blue but the energy surrounding her as she floated down to stand beside Aaron was something else. An immortal. This time a female one. I could feel the strange magical presence surrounding her vibrate with energy and then it was gone like a cool breeze on a warm day. It feeling left me wondering if I had indeed imaged the whole thing.

The Scarlet angel smiled up at Aaron and I could see a ghost of a smile similar to that of Aaron’s in her expression. They must be siblings. I looked up at Aaron to see him smile warmly at the girl and pet her head gentle with a warm close affection. “Hello Sweets. You’ve been having a time learning Sky craft from your future father in-law I see.” He said warmly.

The girl grinned up at him ignoring me and everyone else around us now that she was his full attention now. “What did you bring me Aaron from the city. Show me. I must know. I must see it. I must have it now.”

Aaron chuckled and reached inside his leather armored pocket to present her a silver glowing necklace with a silver heart attached to it. The girl snatched the necklace up out his hand and hugged his waist tightly before hurrying away to her father’s side. Her steps were light and almost didn’t seem to touch the floor boards of the ship. I shook my head at her. “What kind of goddess is she?” I whispered softly.

“Her name is Adora. She is your master’s favorite daughter and well beyond your reach and your senior by five years if not ten whatever the hell your age is.” Aaron spoke in biting voice.

I looked up at him to see him staring down at me with interest and heat in his gaze. “I meant no offense young master.”

Aaron shook his head. “I am not your master. I am your teacher and for the moment Elmo is your master. That will not be the case forever if you prove yourself and show the promise Elmo expects from you. What you should be asking is how she was able to come down from the bird’s nest of the ship at such a great height without falling to her death. Ah! There it is. Yes. It is as your thought a form of spell air magic that you can learn as well. It is a power you can learn to. That is far more interesting. First, I want to show you something. It looks like we’re getting under way. I can feel the master of the ship taking up the Anker to begin our journey back home.”

I felt the ship shift now right as Aaron pointed it out to me. I fell into his solid side. He took a hold of my shoulder and guided me over to the side to look out over the land as the ship moved forward gaining speed quickly and moving. I felt my eyes grow wider as I stared over the different lands and looked seeing grey buildings off to the north west. I pointed to the buildings. “What is that place?”

“That is the kingdom of the western pack lands all ruled by the Western Flower. A strong immortal grand Dan of the area that recently dominated the area in a string of challenger bouts and won the lands. He is one of the four strongest immortal Dans. Elmo being the forth and lowest in rank.”

I looked to the back of the ship and stared at Adora a few seconds before I looked at the master of the ship as he was focused on guiding the ship on course. “Is the Master of this flying boat second strongest?”

“That is an interesting question. The answer however is a simple one. He is a master of Sky craft as it is called currently and a merchant of trade as is his son Clint Jr. Mr. Clint is grooming his son to take over his business one day. Adora is promised to Clint in name all but for the contracts to be signed and Adora to agree to it. They will make a fine match. Forget your foolish dreaming and look out over the pack lands.”

I turned back to the view of the different bordering lands. I saw the western pack lands and the different bordering types of lands all entirely different from one another and seeming to be like not at all a like in any way to each other. I felt a strangeness to them and I could glimpse the lines that divided them. “What is this place?” I wondered a loud about this world I had been born into for the first time in my life. Even as my hungry belly growled at me for attention. I ignored it for now as the subject of what this place took hold of my full attention.

“These are the pack lands.” Aaron said. “Five fallen worlds all grafted and brought together by the hands of the Titan Clocks and the imagination of the immortal Lucas of the East.” He paused letting me take in his words. “Do you see the lines?” He asked me.

I nodded. “Yes. What are these magical lines holding everything together around the pack lands. Look at that line just disappeared.” I said and pointed to where a line among the pack lands had suddenly faded away and seemed to make one pack land larger because of it.

“Hmm. You see the lines. Your life will not be as easy as you might have wished. The lines are the handy work of the Titan Clocks doing. The packs are still being formed as the war between the pack lands are in consent flow. The lines separate the packs that own those lands and the strength of lines signify the power of Dans’ ownership of those lands. One day when the Pack lands come into their prime a tower will appear and then things will get very interesting.”

I shook my head still trying to wrestle with this new knowledge about the world presented to me and still all the more knowledge that I wasn’t aware of at present. “How can such a place like this come into existence so easily by chance?”

Aaron shook his head. “Not easily and not by chance. As I said The Titan Clocks made this realm for one purpose as the legends say. To determine the strongest to rule and one to fight to protect this realm from forces far stronger that seek to destroy or harvest the power of the packs and the pack lands. You have more questions I know. Save them for later.” He said and then handed me a large piece of bread. Real bread. I snatched it from his hand and bite into it surprised by the taste and fat meat was also inside it.

TITAN OF THE SIN: Chapter 1

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Aaron’s tale

Eight-Four years ago

They called me Muddy the slave. They said, I was born in the mud when my parents were barely adults while both my parents worked in the mud pits crafting bricks from straw, hey and the sands of THE SIN. I don’t even remember my parents. All I could remember was my uncle, Straw boy raising me up to form the bricks that would be sold at the market by our masters. I was chained to him along with two others who could have been my male cousins or just slaves sense the days I started to care to remember things. Very few of us got a name from our current master Drakes Moore. We had had several masters over the years sense before and after I came to existence on the farm.

I lived the first part of my life on a mud slaver farm on the farm making bricks with uncle and two other slaves. We lived in the mud. We worked in the mud. We slept in the mud and ate mud cakes and pig slop. I don’t remember what age I was when they called me Muddy but I got the name because I had finally got sick for the last time of eating pig slop and hard brick mud cakes.

I had broken my tooth on a hard cake that was dipped in pig slop that my uncle had made for me to eat so I would shut up about being hungry and make bricks faster. He had laughed in my face only with the other slaves who were busy eating and working at the same time near the end of a work day.

“That out a learn ya to keep to your work boy. Now get back to making those bricks Muddy. It’s about the only thing your good for anyway. We got to get finished for the day or the master will crack the whip against our backs for the delay in our working.” Straw boy said.

“To work.” Quiet Slave said. “The master is bringing someone with him. It looks like he’s to sell another one of us off. To work everyone and be on you best show behavior Straw boy. Muddy get to work.” He said ducking his head down and started working.

I spat out a tooth and threw the mud cake down. I was hungry and angry at Straw boy for the joke he played on me. He held up a brick he had crafted from the mud and straw easily in a few seconds. “Get back to work or I’ll knock out your other teeth.” He warned me.

It was never an empty threat. Straw boy didn’t like me and he enjoyed giving me my extra due of pain more then our master did when ever one of us got out line we all got the snap of the bull whip against our backs. My stomach growled in pain but I turned my face to the mud and started forming the brick mixing it with the sand of THE SIN and straw and threw the brick into the cart. I was only getting more angry now and I was still hungry. I went to work faster then I normally would and pretty soon I was just grabbing up mud and throwing it into the cart and forming it on the cart just to save time.

Straw boy hit me with a mud rock and started beating me like a mad man screaming curses at me. The other slaves tried to calm him down but shook them off him and continued beating me with the brick. I was confused and I didn’t understand what was going on until he pushed my head down in the mud and tried to kill me. Straw boy had attempted to kill me a few times when he lost his hold on his black rage but he always came out of it after a few moments. This time was different though. I could feel it. I realized quickly enough that he wanted to really kill me this time.

I reached for the mud with my mind going into it. I relaxed and let the mud heal my wounds until finally I felt Straw boy’s hands on head slipped away and I could finally raise up and knock him in face the with a heavy sharp rock. Straw boy screamed loudly and fell back and then I felt the crack of the whip hit my back and I fell to my knees. Straw Boy was on me now hands around my throat and choking the life out of me.

I was released finally because Straw boy was being pulled off me. I watched as he eyes grew wide as the bull whip around his neck started choking the life out of him. I saw tears flow from his eyes as he pleaded for mercy in what breathes he could get out. I heard the unfamiliar laughter of another male.

“The boy is a sharp one for working decent enough ground magic. I’ll take em.” He said.

I turned toward the voice of a man. I froze at the sight of tall muscled man with grey hair and dressed in dark brown leather armor. I stared at his burning glowing ruby eyes of our master who stared at me. A slow smile formed on his meaty red face.

A Dan. The other slaves all bowed as he strangled Straw boy to death and then with a quick jerk of his whip the Dan snapped his neck with his bull whip. This was the first time I have seen an immortal. He stared back at me and gave me a nod. “Hmm. Got some spirit in you ya Muddy. I am your new master. They call me Elmo, Dan of Sharo. You are now Muddy of Sharo. My slave.”

Muddy of Sharo. Hmm. This was the first time I had been given a pack name to denote who I was and what pack I hailed from. I bowed to him. “Hello, master. What would you have me do?”

Elmo stared at me and then I felt the brand on my neck burn and change. The chains on my wrists glowed and changed to silver gauntlets. He grinned and then he snapped his fingers another male with a younger face similar to Elmo walked up to stand beside him. He came over and yanked me out the thick mud and walked me over back to Elmo who stared at me as I stared up at him meeting his strange magical powerful gaze.

I remember suddenly that I was supposed to look away out of respect and I did so but Elmo put his fingers under my chin to lift my head up and stare at me. “You’ll do fine for what I intend for you. Aaron my eldest will be your teacher. You will learn from him well or you will die and be of no damned use to anyone but the crows and warms to feast on your dead body. Come. Let’s go.” He said releasing my chin and turned his back and walked away.

Aaron’s hand was still on my arm. He gave me a tug and led the way as we followed Elmo out of the mud farm. I can remember passing my old master who had been bowed to the ground his face pressed down on the mud as we passed. I didn’t look back I just wondered at the strangeness of the Elmo the Dan of Sharo.

Why does his eyes glow so brightly?

“Oh that’s an easy enough question to answer. He’s an immortal.” Aaron of Sharo said answering my question and making me frown in surprise because I hadn’t remembered speaking the question aloud.

I looked at him. Aaron but his eyes were staring at his father’s back. “What is an immortal?” I asked instead of asking about how he knew what I was thinking.

Aaron laughed shaking his head. “Oh no. That is a long story and we haven’t the time to get into it. You have much to learn and I have more then enough things to teach you. Be patient and be attentive because you must learn or you indeed will die.”

Revised Titan of THE SIN

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Revised and revived 2.0

An Old man looking back…..

I had a job to do. My only problem was the Immortal I had been sent to find was about to die. Aaron of Sharo lay on his death bed with a smile on his face. His mansion was quiet, his servants had left him alone. No lover. No wife. No sons. No daughters. No family to gather around him to wish him well unto the final abode of his immortal soul. He wondered a loud about strange journey of his life for the first time in his existence. Where would his soul go to? What spirit of the continuum would arrive to carry his soul on into the holding area of the mortal soul resting place. He felt a spirit in the room now waiting for him to finally give up his grasp on life and give up his ghost. I was quietly patient and didn’t interrupt his thoughts. Though I remained hidden to him not taking my mortal form I know he could sense me. That was more then most mortals or immortals could do in the pack lands.

Aaron settled back in his bed put aside those thoughts with a careless shrug. He had won in life much to the annoyance of his many enemies both mortal and immortal of the federation of pack lands. He suffered lost but he had had a grand adventure in his life. He smiled again and turned back his mind to the beginning of his life when he was a young slave working the land with his earth powers for his master Elmo Sharo.

“What are you grinning about, Master?” A voice spoke from drifting breeze of sand earth at the entrance of the door of the room.

Aaron frowned and looked to the door to see a tall young man with a black mask over his mouth. The young appeared in gust of sand and wind at the entrance. The young man’s amber glowing eyes were filled with love, friendliness and brotherly love for Aaron. “Ghost? What are you doing here? I thought you would be busy fighting some young upstart challenging you for your high position of the pack lands or some other nonsense like that.” He said.

“I finished that business early. I wanted to return to you as soon as I could. I needed some conversation. Is this about that little cough you had this morning. Are you trying to fool yourself into believing your going to die now?” Ghost said with a shrug.

Ghost walked over with a lightness to his steps and sway to his hips and snapped a apple into his hand offering it to Aaron before he sat down on chair of earth he formed out of the sand and earth. Aaron took the apple but sat it aside him on the bed and sat up in his bed.

“Ghost? You came by this morning and we talked all morning. Why are you here? You know I’m about to die. I thought you could give me a bit of alone time to myself. I’m an old man. I’ve done my bit. I’m ready to move on.”

Ghost rolled his eyes. “Your being over dramatic. What were you thinking about? Was it about that time you conquered the plains of Winslow or battled the dark sages of Darma? Tell me?”

Aaron sighed rolling his eyes. “I was thinking about the time I was a slave and then you-“

“Ah. Yeah. Your rise to power from your humble beginnings. I haven’t heard that story in a while. Remind me about it. I do like to hear how you tell the story.”

Aaron gave him a narrowed eye look of annoyance. “You know the story well enough. You were there and I’ve told it before. Many, many times over. What is your game? Your trying to trick me again. It won’t work.”

Ghost held up a finger. “You’ve told it before but I wasn’t always there and you never did tell me what your thoughts were when all those events were happening and what the hell did you do to that asshole from the west. You never did tell me what you did to him to warrant him being so angry with you after he stole your precious love.”

Aaron’s face became heated in embarrassment at the mention of Aaron’s precious love. “I have no precious love. Your trying to trick me. I know your running some sort of game. I just don’t know the why of it or purpose. I will be a dead man in a few hours. Can’t you just leave me alone until then. The spirit guide is here to guide me away.” He said waving a careless hand in my general direction. I knew he could see me but still wondered what this whole play between them was about.

Ghost stared at him leaning forward on his throne of sand and granite earth. “What were you thinking about doing during those times? You’ve never told me. You’ve never told me not once what you were doing even on the day your master and my father had died in the last match against that bastard Endurance. Tell me. I want to hear the story. You owe me that much. Master. I’ve been real good to you. I followed all your orders for the last, what a couple of centuries now.”

A couple of centuries?! Interesting.

Aaron sighed dramatically. “So be it. You’re running a game of some kind. You are forever playing your games and leaving me in the dark about where the hell I am supposed to end up. I don’t know where this game is going or what it is about but I do owe you. I owe you quite a bit. You did provide me with a grand adventurous life from the beginning to this end. Where do you wish me to start then sense this will be the last time I tell the tale.”

Ghost leaned back in his seat and I could see a ghost of grin behind vail behind half his face. “What were you doing and thinking during the very day you knew your master had died when the trumpets sounded. You must have felt a sense of wonder when the Dan magical wards fell. Then the loss of the protection powers of your ancient home lands were captured by that thieving bastard Endurance?”

Aaron frowned and then couldn’t help grinning like a fool as he remembered as clear to the day so many years ago that day and the proceeding days of his the first steps to his adventure. “I was trying to break into Elmo’s locked treasure room. I thought….Well damn. That happened sooner then Ghost said it would. I better get to doing what I should to get this damn plan going before something else goes to hell. I only had one problem?”

Ghost stared at Aaron. “You were trying to break into your master’s treasure room during his fight to maintain his titled power over our former enchanted lands?!”

Aaron nodded his head stiffly. “Yes. I was. It took me some doing finding the damned spare key but I found it, well I found it on accident really when I was cleaning Lord Sharo’s private rooms under his reading lamp by his bed. It was a bit of a surprise. I had had a time deciding what I was going to do with it for a few seconds before I headed to the treasure room door.”

Ghost smiled. “You sly dog. Now I finally get the real story. Go on. I’m all ears for this shit.”

Aaron smiled. “I’ll tell you.”

I crossed my legs and sat back interested to hear the tale the old man had to tell. I had heard the rumors of course but I had never really heard the story behind this mortal’s rise. Now I would discover what were the facts, and fantasies behind Aaron of Sharo’s rise before I took his mortal soul to the wild soul lands. I snorted at the notion. These mortals are funny bunch.

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An article on world building.

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It’s worth a read and follow. L. M. kling always writes great content and tools to have about writing. This post was no different.

World Building in Storytelling

I enjoyed it but of course I have thoughts as I contrast my own views on world building and how I have deleveloped my ethos on the subject.

Everything starts in my head first with a concept or a conversation. A lingo in between a fictional person talks and element of mystery in how in who and what they are that colors the world around them.

I have a philosophy or school of thought about it that I have used over the years that has best helped me in exploring plot and story in regards to the type of stories I write.

Build a lead charecter and a story will build itself around the character. – Walter B. Gibson

I enjoy this concept because it is very much in line for how my mind works with world building or crafting a world.

I start with the charecter. I let the charecter reveal himself to me in his interactions with other people around him. In his lingo. In the events that happen to him and history and his culture and personal behavior when something happens to them and creates conflict or a color in them and the world around them.

The landscape is around the character and what they eat when their sand or the habit of smoking a particular cigarette when stressed out. Nothing is happenstance. It’s a discovery. A mystery unfolding that have write out with each form of conflict that arises and is dealt with in the manner that character handles it by the rules of the world they were born into.

If you can’t tell by now. I love D&D and other such role playing games. I’m an imagination heavy kind of guy. Current characters can only exist in a current in a certain way at a current time given the environment their born into.

Yes. Occasionally there are outliers however those individuals are the rarity not the base rule for everyone and there is a story behind them.