Swords with Souls: Fallen Prince (Sir Oisin) B82

A Medieval Fantasy Fiction Story

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BARD: Bearer of the Gemstone

(Author of the Plagueborn series)

A Viral Imperium Book one of the Plagueborn series

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He walked here after leaving Ronni untethered in the nearby forest. The elders nicknamed him the Infiltrator. He agreed to have the tips of his ears dissected to become a spy. Now he’s back at Damp Wind, a place he hoped to have left forever. He stares at the familiar wall that surrounds the castle.  He wears a commoners’ white tunic, and dark blue hose, along with well-worn leather boots. Overtop of everything he throws on a simple dark brown cape. They are clothing he only wears when in disguise. Lastly, he tightens a belt with a tool bag around his waist.

As he pays to enter the kingdom a fire erupts from one of the palaces windows. He stares intently for a moment until he’s sure that it’s Prince James’s bedroom window.

“That’s bad news Alwyn,” the guard beside him says.  They have met before when he wore the same or a similar disguise.  The guard believes he’s a carpenter.

“I’ll see what’s happening,” Sir Oisin says and hurries into the city.

As he gets closer the fire is extinguished. “Prince James is dead!” a crier from a tower built near the castle cries out. The few people on the street stop staring at the smoke from the fire and gather in groups.  He can hear them gossiping about the news.  The air is filled with tension at the news of the one-handed prince’s demise.  Those that loved him cried out that it can’t be true.  Others, who never liked the ‘brat’ as they called him under their breaths, keep quiet.

He walks briskly towards the mortar and wood wall that surrounds the palace. Once he’s near where he knows the stables are he leaps higher than his own height to grab the fence’s top. On the other side he sees the staggard buttresses that helps the wall stay up.  The ledge is just wide enough for him to crouch and run along until he sees a spot with no guards. He jumps down and crouches near a stable.

Listening carefully for any guards he hears the quiet voice of a woman speaking in a deathly tone.  He scampers through a stall window. Touching the shoulder of the horse inside he waits for her to calm before opening the stall door and slipping into a hallway.  He follows the woman’s voice to a stall a short distance down the hall.

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Swords with Souls: King of the Giants and Dwarves (Lara) B81

A Medieval Fantasy Fiction Story

(Adult Content)

BARD: Bearer of the Gemstone

(Author of the Plagueborn series)

A Viral Imperium Book one of the Plagueborn series

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She tries not to gag from the terrible smell emitting from his body. Though that horrible scent helps her from shivering with fear and fleeing. Jedreck gently pushes her upper back and she slips in between a male giant and a female dwarf.  

The king’s head turns towards her. A macabre grin appears between the wheezing breaths. “My brothers and sisters used to dress up as bears to steal children like you out of second-storey windows; where the parents thought their young ones would be safe.” His voice is weak but determined and nearly too deep for her to understand. His smile lingers before he continues between wheezes. “Delicious.”

“His memory is going,” one of the giant daughters says.

“That was before I fell in love with one of you,” the king continues in a softer voice. “Evelyn stole my heart first. So lithe and fragile in appearance yet so willful and tall for your kind.” He gasps and a dwarven daughter gives him liquid from a jug. “‘No more eating us Propers, my love, she demanded.’ I was blinded by my love for her. My brothers and sisters were unhappy and took to hunting dwarves and other tiny peoples.  Then, when Evelyn grew old and passed, I fell for Nina, a dwarven maiden with wide hips and such a beautiful smile and joyous laugh.”

She stares dumbfounded as the king’s malevolent eyes grow soft and the pale-yellow yokes grow red with the trickles of tears. Jedreck passes her a large leather bag and a quartz stone with iron inside. She pinches the bottom of the bag and covers the king’s mouth with the opening of the bag.

He gives one final exhale into the bag.  She pinches it closed. “We need some blood,” she says.

She is surprised when Jedreck fumbles with a glass flask and knife with ruins on its blade. One of the dwarven daughters takes both from him. She cuts her father’s wrist and holds the flask so it can gather the warm blood.

Lara realizes they were all told about the procedure before she arrived. Would they have tried without her? And would they have succeeded? Or did her faie blood make her the only one who could perform the procedure?

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The Life of Chuck: a movie review

Movie Review of: The Life of Chuck

Original story by Stephen King

Directed by Mike Flanagan

A genius movie that intertwines philosophy with dance, drum rhythms, life, the importance of math, precognition, and death.

Chuck Krantz, played by Benjamin Pajak, Jacob Tremblay, and Tom Hiddleston is the pith, literally, of this movie.  Like Inception, it’s best to watch the movie all the way through, or pause it before going for snacks.  Arguably, Marty Anderson played by Chiwetel Ejiofor is the other main character.  Interacting with other characters while awaiting the End.  To understand the End, pay close attention to young Chuck as Benjamin Pajak’s conversation with Miss Richards (Kate Siegel).

There is a dance scene with Chuck (Tom Hiddleston), Janice Halliday (Annalise Basso), and an incredible drum performance by Taylor Franck (The Pocket Queen).  Remember the drum scene later on when you hear Chuck’s grandfather, Albie Krantz (Mark Hamill), explain why math is Truth and omnipresent.

Believability is a mixture of script and cast portrayal. 

This is an ensemble piece with Felicia Gordon, Marty Anderson’s ex-wife (Karen Gillan), and Sam Yarborough (Carl Lumbly) helping Marty at the End.

There’s also Miss Rohrbacher (Samantha Sloyan) who encourages young Chuck to dance, and Sarah Krantz (Mia Sara) Chuck’s grandmother who reminds him to enjoy life. These characters along with others help the movie flow so that each important piece connects to make The Life of Chuck complete.  

At the end, or later on, when your mind continues to sort through all the layers of depth in the film, you might find yourself asking: are we our own reality?

Swords with Souls: King of the Giants and Dwarves (Lara) B80

A Medieval Fantasy Fiction Story

(Adult Content)

BARD: Bearer of the Gemstone

(Author of the Plagueborn series)

A Viral Imperium Book one of the Plagueborn series

King of the Giants and Dwarves

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She thinks of the ancient tomes Haashir has brough her family and the secrets within them.  “Will the king of the giants and dwarves attack us Propers?”

“Only if the faie ask him to.”

Her mouth opens and she freezes inside. Does Jederick know who her and Gwen’s mother is? Or about her grandfather?

“We must leave today,” Jederick says, his dark blue eyes studying her. “Will Aminah let me take her rein? You need to be blindfolded.” His voice is soft and respectful.

“Are you going to tie my hands to the stirrup as well?” she asks with a mock snarl.

“No. I trust you. The blindfold is more for show for those who might not.”

“And if I can see through the cloth?”

“Just don’t tell anyone. I give you my word Lady Некромансер, I will try to protect you but we must leave now.”  His voice is calm but the acidic smell of his sweat says the opposite.

“You’ll try to protect me?” She says in a haughty tone. “Fine.”

His hands look like they could crush her head, yet, she hardly feels them as he ties a red strip of cloth around her eyes. The fibers of the cloth are not tight and she can see the back of Aminah’s head and a bit beyond. Jedreck must have Aminah’s reign because she feels a gentle jerk just before Aminah starts a slow trot.

The air becomes cooler and windless as they travel. She can smell the distinct resinous scent of juniper. Aminah’s steps are more cautious and she can feel through her hips that the ground is uneven.

A long time later she can smell the sweet smell of burning alder.  Aminah halts and a moment later Jedreck helps her down.

She feels his hand engulf hers. “We’ll be there soon,” he says with trepidation in his voice as he leads her along a wide dirt path cleared of stones and roots.

A short while later she feels stone, like cobblestones, under her feet. “Step up and forward,” she hears Jedreck say.

On the fifth step she hears creaking and can just see a giant wooden door opening.

Even with the alder burning she can smell the stench of something rotting. It makes her gag.

The blindfold is removed and Jedreck reties it so that it covers her nose and mouth.

She gazes up and sees he already has a cloth around his own nose and mouth.

Her eyes widen and she takes an involuntary step backwards. Deep inside the hall of the building is a crowd of real giants and exceptionally wide shouldered dwarves. They are standing with somber expressions on either side of a bed. The giants are easily eighteen to twenty or more of her hand lengths tall.  A few of the giants are female. Their hair is braided and oiled to show off their long, determined faces. The younger women have faces similar to the men’s. The faces are also similar to some of the dwarves. She gulps.  Except for the older ones, are these all the king’s children?

Lying on a bed with posts made of thick oak is the tallest giant of all, the king.  A blanket made up brown bear hides covers his frail body. Long fingers with skin so thin she can see the bones underneath clench the blankets, relax and clench again with each breath. His shaggy head of white with intermingled strands of red hair flows well past his sunken chest. His head rests on layers of pillows. Deep wrinkles cover his slightly lopsided pale face. His sunken eyes glimmer unevenly with conceit that emits from intense pale blue eyes. His mouth stays open as he wheezes in and out each breath. There’s something in his mouth behind his front teeth.  She feels Jedreck take her wrist and gently pull her forward. Now she sees what the objects are, another row of teeth.

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Swords with Souls: King of the Giants and Dwarves (Lara) B79

A Medieval Fantasy Fiction Story

(Adult Content)

BARD: Bearer of the Gemstone

(Author of the Plagueborn series)

A Viral Imperium Book one of the Plagueborn series

King of the Giants and Dwarves

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Lara just wants to return home.  Helping to craft not one but two swords with souls has drained her, especially the one with her grandfather’s soul, the one that now hangs on her left side. She named the sword Stian after her grandfather.  Every time she grasps the handle of the sword, she can hear her grandfather’s voice commenting on the surroundings. She hasn’t tried to ask any questions because hearing his voice answer her might break her heart. She rests her head against Aminah’s neck and sobs. Sniffing and wiping the tears away she climbs onto Aminah’s back. Nearby, Jedreck is waiting on Angus, a massive shire horse that looks more like a pony with Jedreck sitting on his back.

She swats a mosquito away. “I’d like to go now,” she says to the giant. He had told her he would guard her on her way back home. She told him she didn’t need a guardian, but he had insisted. Now he’s moving in front of her and Aminah, cutting them off from traveling down the path. Lara grabs onto the handle of her soul sword. This time her grandfather voice is silent.

Jederick is looking down at her with a conflicted expression. “I ask you to go on a side trip with me. To make another soul sword.”

She wonders how powerful the soul sword in her hand is. She had seen how well Sir Oliver’s had performed against Jederick. There is a determined but gentle glow emitting from the giant’s unblinking stare. With a sigh, she asks, “What is this for?”

“The king of the giants and dwarves is dying,” he blurts out.

“King Leopold is dying?” she asks, confused.  He seemed very much alive last she knew.  

“No, the king of the giants and dwarves,” Jederick repeats.

“There is another king?” Lara asks.

“Yes, but his existence is unknown to the Propers, as your people call themselves.”

“You want me to make a soul sword using the soul of this dying king?” She wonders if that is a good idea. She still isn’t sure how powerful these swords are. “Do I have a choice?”

Jederick bows his head. “I—I would rather it was your choice.”

“But if I refuse, you’ll try to force me?”

Now he’s looking at her with a wan smile.  His lips quiver for a moment.  “Yes.”

“You can’t make me do this, Jederick,” she says glaring up at him while clenching tighter onto the handle of the soul sword.

“Haashir has ways to,” he replies.

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Swords with Souls: Relics (The Sword Maker) B78

A Medieval Fantasy Fiction Story

(Adult Content)

BARD: Bearer of the Gemstone

(Author of the Plagueborn series)

A Viral Imperium Book one of the Plagueborn series

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When he wakes the first thing he sees is the ribbed ceiling of an enclosed cart.  He tries to move his feet and hands then feels the constriction of rope around his ankles and wrists.  A glance to his left tells him he’s inside the carnival wagon.  Haashir is sitting beside him with a lit candle.  The man’s pointed nose and dark eyes are reading a book.  He thinks it might be the one he pulled from the river.  The dwarf, bearded woman and others are lying under blankets sleeping. 

“You must want something since I’m still a live,” he says in a raspy voice.

“I’m hoping you’ll help us as you did, Lara,” Haashir answers in his deep, quiet voice.

“If you mean the swords, you’ll need her as well,” he says while testing the strength of the ropes.  “Why the need to tie me up?”

“When I came to visit you, I didn’t hear a reply, so I went into your home to check that you were well.”  Haashir’s dark eyes are now staring intensely at him.  “I saw this book and a very interesting and large ring.  Originally, I was just going to negotiate with you, but now I wonder if you’re more than just a blacksmith.”

“I found the book and the ring in the river.”  He yanks lightly on the ropes again but there’s no give. He sees Haashir is still staring at him but this time with hooded eyelids.

“You give your word you are not a necromancer or a user of arcane,” Haashir asks in a deadly tone.

“I give you my word, I’m neither. Will I be compensated?” he asks. He’s not really in a position to bargain but neither does he have anything to lose by trying.

“Could you translate the book Lara gave you?” Haashir asks returning his gaze to the tome on his lap.

“No.”

“I can help you with that.”

The tome had numerous interesting drawings in it of how to make unique weapons.  However, he couldn’t read the list of materials or what colour to heat them to.  “What does this book say?” he asks.

“Lara’s sister Gwen is much better at translating, but it seems to be a book of philosophy and possibly a love triangle between a faie princess or queen, a half blood giant of faie and Proper parenthood, and a Proper royal, though I can’t tell of what position.”

“Read it to me to pass the time while we travel,” he says.

“The book is written by someone named Osgood in first person,” Haashir says while squinting his eyes in concentration. “I think he is also the giant. ‘Time was never a factor until she brought him to the place where I was studying the honeycombs of bees’,” Haashir begins.

Swords with Souls: Relics (The Sword Maker) B77

A Medieval Fantasy Fiction Story

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BARD: Bearer of the Gemstone

(Author of the Plagueborn series)

A Viral Imperium Book one of the Plagueborn series

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When he steps onto the shore of his home the dark tinge of twilight has already covered the landscape.  Sitting on the log he often eats at is the lithe and always immaculately dressed Haashir. Beside him is a long-necked clay jug.  The giant Jedreck is nowhere to be seen.

“Let me get dressed before we talk, about whatever you have on your mind,” he says gruffly. He steps inside his home and pulls on dark brown cotton pants and a shirt. “Come in before the bugs get at you,” he calls.

Haashir steps in.

He finds it strange that the dark eyed man doesn’t glance around, as if he’s already familiar with the surroundings. “Have a seat at the table. Do you want any salted fish? I see you brought your own drink.”

“I thought we could share it,” Haashir says in a very deep voice for such a tiny man.

“I’m parched so I might drink more than my share,” he says with a grin.  He grabs two clay mugs and places them on the table. Sitting down he proffers his cup.

As Haashir fills it, he asks, “What are we sharing about?”

“I’d like you to create another sword,” Haashir says as he puts a small amount in his own mug.

The Sword Maker sniffs the brew. It smells of alcohol and blackberries. “Wine or spirits?” he asks.

“Somewhere in-between,” Haashir replies as he lifts his mug up to toast.

The Sword Maker takes a sip and then guzzles down the rest. “This must have cost you dearly,” he says holding his mug out for more. “Nice and smooth with a milky taste and no pulp or pits.”

Haashir places the stopper back on. “It’s based on a recipe Sir Ganbold taught me. His original land is famous for fermented vodka. I added blackberries and some other ingredients.”

“It’s delicious,” he says gulping the second cup down.

“How long were you in the water?” Haashir asks him.

 He shakes his head to clear the weariness from the long swim.  “Night to morning to twilight,” he mumbles. “I’m afraid we’ll have to take this conversation up later, I’m feeling–.”

Swords with Souls: Relics (The Sword Maker) B76

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BARD: Bearer of the Gemstone

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The creatures with the glowing eyes or bodies are keeping ahead of him again as he swims near the bottom of the river. Whatever his lover did it’s made his lungs much stronger. The ancient ruin flies by as he swims with the undercurrent of the river. But he extends his hands to slow down when a curious glimmer appears ahead. Between balls of Marimo moss is a quarter eared woman, fully intact. Much like his lover her skin is a pinkish-green. She’s wearing the shells of the very rare pearl mussels over each breast and her navel. The glimmer he saw though, is coming from the band of silver around her head.  In the centre of the band is a Cornish green Serpentine stone. Her face appears so alive he fights the pull of the undercurrent to see if her eyelids with their dark eyelashes will open.  But the determined face stays unchanged.

Swimming rapidly again with the undercurrent he suddenly feels ill. Within the walls of another ruined building there is an average sized human skull encircled by a band of silver.  Equally spaced around the band are four smoky-clear cairngorm quartz stones. A silver chain bolted to the back of the band disappears beneath the silt of the river’s bedding. On the remaining wrist is a wide banded silver circlet with alternating stones of amber, Black Tourmaline, and obsidian. Chained nearby is the rest of the torso but missing the legs and the right hand.  A gold ring on the index finger of the lefthand glimmers with a green hue. He starts to reach for it until he realizes the stone is Moldavite.

As the sickening feeling grows, he hurries to the surface and gasps in air. But the air he inhales is foul and full of sickness. The horizon is now a dark red with blue clouds. Squinting away the water dripping from his hair he sees the dark outline of the Buttigieg Gardenery. The fire damaged tower seems to look back at him. Daring him to swim through the stagnant water that now washes back and forth from the wind. Was this what his lover wanted him to see and smell?

Swords with Souls: Relics (The Sword Maker) B75

A Medieval Fantasy Fiction Story

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BARD: Bearer of the Gemstone

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He dives much deeper and sees the shadowy ruins of stone and mortar buildings. Whatever wood they once contained must have rotted away. Something glitters up from a mess of iron bindings. He still feels he can hold his breath longer so he dives down and carefully reaches through the bindings and mud for the object. It’s an amethyst ring with a gold band too large for him to wear. He doubts even the giant, Jedreck has a finger thick enough to put it on.

He slips the ring loosely over his left index finger and curls the finger to keep a hold of the it. There’s something yellowish, like bone revealed from removing the ring. He kicks his legs to stay down as he wraps his right hand around it. A massive skeleton hand with a missing ring finger comes out. He feels a shiver and drops it. Swimming a little further on he sees more rusting iron bindings. He brushes them aside.  A skull with a jeweled gold crown peers back at him. The skull must be as large as his upper torso. Beside the corpse, have buried in mud, is a thick leather tome. He’s shocked that it looks undamaged. He grabs a hold of it.

The skeletal hand and skull make him feel like he’s running out of air. With the tome and ring in his left hand he kicks rapidly to get away from the ruins.

As soon his head breaks the surface of the river, he no longer sees the two beams of light.  He crawls onto the shore and sits on the bank, staring intently into the water.  He doesn’t see any sign of the glowing fish, eels or other sea creatures that created the light.

Back in his home he places the tomb on his eating table and the overly large ring on top. From a string hanging on the opposite wall of his bed, he grabs a piece of dried and salted bream. As he munches on the bream, he realizes he’ll have to buy more sea salt from traveling gypsies or request soldiers to ask their comrades to bring some with them when they pick up the new swords. He feels reenergized and a need to go back into the river.