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    Hi all,

    Here's a draft of a novel I'm working on. It's a lot of chapters, and this is just old stuff. A lot of things will be changed during revision. But I'm just posting it here.

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    GlossaryThe Cataclysm of Doom is the realm of madness. Anyone that enters it is bound to turn friends into enemies...


    Jaliapathi - An Admiral in the Navy


    Kalipathi - Captain in the Cholan Navy


    Lord Shivan - Lord Shiva


    Shiva-Linga - https://www.google.co.uk/search?q=Sh...hrome&ie=UTF-8


    Dyan - meaning focus


    Indian Astethic - https://www.google.co.uk/search?q=In...h=758&dpr=1.25


    Nahanktens - Ancient Egyptians


    Lacedomian - I am frustrated with that word - but they're based on the Spartans.


    Rakhsas - Demon - they're not that evil - they're the half brothers of the Gods.


    Based on Hindu Lore and mythology.


    Lokas - there are seven Lokas in the Hindu Universe, meaning seven worlds - in the Abrahamic religions you have one or two worlds - the Hindu world is far far complex.


    Prasad - very important for Hindus to serve food to the Gods. This was also a common feature in Babylonian/Assyrian/Egyptian culture since their cultures had a lot of Gods.


    Chapter 1:

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    great mist surrounded us. The Mahagut had arrived into the great Vortex of the Doom of Cataclysm that stood in the middle of the ocean. There it stood, a great cloud of golden energy glowing in the light. It was said, that in ancient times Lord Shivan had created it to restore balance to the world. But the humans became desperate for its powers and still fight around till today. I had to pacify the vortex or else it would erupt into chaos. The fate of the world depended on me. Three years had passed since I left my homeland, and now I had finally reached my destination The mist disappeared to find a huge battle sprawling around it. There, Nekhantean triremes and galleys smashed into the Lacademonian ships. Cannon fire roared from the enemy ships. Hojen, our Captain bellowed. ‘Unfurl the sails! Tops! Sails! Gallant!’ I hated him. With a creed.


    Lanterns began to click in the air. Wind and rain begin to hit harder on our ship. Time hadn’t passed before I jerked, my body swirling to the ground around the deck. The sea had become heavier, waves chopping back and forth. The crew hurried, scrambling to follow our hated Captain’s orders.


    ‘Hands to deck!’ he bellowed. Thunder broke out from the clouds, as a large black cloud gathered together with the speed of a fast cavalry charge. The weather had turned dismal. The storm’s dark clouds muttered like an angry old man growling at his impatient daughter. I couldn’t hope to pass through that storm.


    ‘It’s the storm of madness!’ Hojen said woefully. ‘Hallucinations, seadogs, wild beasts. It’s too much! I’m going back home!’ he said turning the wheel.


    I stopped him there and then. We had not set from Manjurauvu three years just to abandon this quest upon his whims, it was no wonder the crew hated him.. ‘Stop. We’re going through the storm Hojen, whether you like it or not.’


    Our ship cascaded through the choppy waves, water rushing from the deck to the upper portion. Sailors desperately tried to cling on to ropes before they were washed away by the ocean. I could not tell what was happening, but the Mahaghut braved two seas, plunging us thrice into the water. The motion of our ship, lurched back and forth, like a child taking a toy ship in the air and bringing it down. We were at the mercy of the Ocean. Our ship rolled from side to side, almost threatening to drown us. The water was splashing onto my face as I struggled to hold onto the deck. The fury of the wind drowned out the chain of command as sailors tried to shout out loud.


    Hojen spat. ‘Give me my money Jalathipathhi, and I’ll be happy to leave you here.’ Needless to say, this attitude had not served him well for the past three years.


    Getting to the Vortex was vital. The last battle between these petty Empires had broken the cataclysm. I needed to use my spiritual powers to restore it. ‘As Jalathipathhi of the Cholan Navy, Captain, and son to the Emperor Raja Chola, I order you to go that storm. If not I will personally throw you from this ship. You know what my powers are like. You don’t want to mess with me.’ I said.


    Hojen grimaced, giving up. A splash of water slapped his face. Good. He deserved it. Wind and rain still battered our ship. ‘You think you can lead us through the storm?’


    He nodded, mumbling. ‘If only I hadn’t fallen to this boy’s ramblings I wouldn’t be here…’


    ‘Did you say something? If you don’t understand, let me explain it to you politely. We’re in the middle of a ing storm! We must get to the Vortex. Wake your brain up!’ I yelled. ‘And get to work!’


    His face hid his anger beneath. I knew the man well. Even if we hated each other. But the Vortex was important, and soon enough it’s power began to destroy ships into two in the engaging battle. Men were flying in the air, ships colliding with each other. The waves had begun to pick up. ‘Alright,’ he said giving up. ‘Tops! Sails! Unfurl them! We’re going through the Vortex.’ Many of the sailors gave pleading looks to him, but Hojen couldn’t care in the slightest. ‘Stop prancing around like children and get to work! Foremanship, watch out for any ship! Boatswain, chart our course to the Great Vortex. First mate, take command of the wheel.’ He said as the first mate took over the wheel.


    I asked Hojen. ‘You sailed through storms?’


    He was still angry, replying in a sarcastic tone. ‘Yes Jalathipathhi. I’ve sailed through storms ever since I was a mere deck boy. They’re nervous, frightening at first. But when you sail through plenty, you can brave them.’


    I nodded. ‘Well for your sake, I hope you get us through it.’


    The lookout shouted from the main top sail. ‘Medjay ship from Nehankten ahead! She’s a beast! Coming straight for us.’


    The Mahagut picked up speed, the winds were a hard gaze on the sails. Water poured through the decks, as our ship jerked sideways before I was nearly taken away by the ocean. It quickly regained balance. There the Nehankten flagship made straight for us. Grabbing a telescope from my waist, I watched as the Nehankten admiral bellowed orders.


    They were fools to face us. The battle was still ongoing. I watched as a Nehankten ship was thrust from the water and summoned into the air, before splitting into a wave of blood. No one survived. The great Vortex rumbled, lighting any ship and burning anything it could contain. The powers of Lord Shivan are a blessing. But some of it can be destructive. The huge golden flagship, with a thousand oars, thrust through the waves, as I could clearly see the symbol of the owl in gold on their sail. It meant as a sign of war. It was no ordinary ship. Suddenly the Nehankten ships stopped fighting with the Lacamdemoian and made their way to us.


    Trireme after trieme equipped with cannon thrust through the waves, some crashing into another, while others went up and down like children playing toys. These fools were sacrificing themselves in order to get to us. In order to get us. I checked our colours. They recognised we were Cholans. Only we people from Vishaputra had the power to go through the Great Cataclysm. Others couldn’t. The Nehanktens don’t venture out often.


    I turned to Hojen who was still rumbling away in a rage. I wondered whether this idiot would understand that in a storm you put your differences away and you work as a team. He was clearly doing the opposite. ‘Nehkhanten ships headed our way. Seems like they and the Lacedomians agreed to stop fighting and chase us.’


    Hojen grimaced once more. ‘Seems like we’re in the pot of it. I know you Cholans don’t get on with the Nehanktens. So take my advice. Run out of here before this bloody storm takes us all apart.’


    He still didn’t get it. In order to break the Vortex’s power, you had to sail through it. This was the enteral test Lord Shivan had given to his disciples. ‘We’re going through that storm thick and thin. I don’t care if we end up all vanished. I’m going to get there.’


    Hojen took command of the wheel and sighed. ‘As you wish, Jalathipathhi. All hands on deck! Tighten the sails! Unfurl the mainsails! Full speed ahead! Prepare the cannons! Prepare for battle!’ The sound of heavy iron rumbled below, as the triremes were making their way to us. Like a beast, the waves were dictating the lives of our crew and the hundreds of other souls onboard the enemy ship. The Mahagut strained, labouring over the waves. It felt like we were riding on ice, the water was pushing up and down.


    At that moment the Nahankten flagship’s ram shone in the bright distance. Hojen bellowed. ‘Flamethrower! Prepare the flamethrower! Fire!’ At that moment, the crew began to prepare a box of missiles taken from the Jang Empire. The machine stood at the front of the ship. Our ship boomed from both broadsides, as the first, second and third ripped apart the triremes. However, our enemies fired back, causing the ship to jerk, sails ripping. The sailor set on it a copper vessel, while putting a fire underneath. As they prepared to exhume steam in the machine, it erupted like a glorious volcano. The flagship was temporarily distracted, having half its crew burnt, sails burning. It made straight for us.


    ‘Brace!’ I bellowed. Like a force out of nowhere, I swung back and fell onto the deck. The Nahanktens and the Lacedaemonians had now rammed our ship completely. There was no way of escape. Trireme after trireme rammed into us. The Nahankten Medjay Warriors, fierce warriors wearing cowhide shields and equipped with axe-like spears, made straight for the sailors, jumping on board. To my right side, the Lacedaemonian Hoplites formed a Phalanx, surrounding the ship. Our crew fought back with whatever pistols they could find, but they had become wet by this point. I instantly launched a bolt of blue energy causing them to be frozen.


    ‘Summon the Marines!’ I shouted. At that moment, four hundred heavily armed soldiers arrived from the opened doors. Wearing turbans, armed with huge shields and swords they shouted loudly and launched themselves on our enemies. Like lions they fought, slashing and hacking down any warrior foolish enough to fight them. The Great Cataclysm let out a roar, striking down a Nahankten ship that had stuck itself in the back of our ship with its ram. The ship split into two, men flying in the air.


    No wonder it was called the great storm of chaos and madness.


    I instantly summoned a weapon from Lord Shivan, as it materialized in my hands. A great Astra, a bow made of iron and gold. Massive, not supposed to be commanded by mortals. Hojen looked at me with an incredulous sigh. ‘Shoot the ing bow!’ he shouted back at me. One of these days I’d have him punished for such insolence. I fired. Loosening arrow after arrow, it became a spectacle of huge explosions. A golden arrow hit a bunch of soldiers, splattering their remains, while their bodies burned with fresh glowing amber.


    As the bow turned into a mace, I was about to launch myself before I saw Hojen holding me back as he fought off a Lacedominan hoplite.


    ‘What is the meaning of this Hojen? We’re getting assaulted here!’ I said.


    Hojen struggled to talk back, his breath taken underneath a heavy hoplite’s shield. I threw my mace as it threw the Lacedomian into the water. Hojen breathed a sigh of relief, his thankful enough. He looked at me. ‘The Great Vortex is breaking…go now before we’re all dead.’ He pointed to the great hurricane that had begun to form within the storm. It was swamping up all kinds of ships. And then various sea creatures, inedible creatures of lumping flesh emerged, crushing and smashing down ships.


    ‘I won’t abandon my men.’ I told him as I wrestled with a Lacedomian hoplite before I kicked him in the balls.


    Hojen said one line which I will always remember in my life. ‘You know, I hated you three ing years ago when I saw you and I still do!’ he said, punching a charging Nahkentan as it stumbled down to the ground. ‘But save me from this chaos! Pacify that monstrous thing! Go!’ he said, grabbing me and throwing to the ground as he fought off the other soldiers.


    Falling into the middle of the ocean, when there are bodies floating around you, fire burning and ships sinking with beasts that will eat you within a second of your life, it’s not a very pleasant experience. Fortunately, I had mediated for years to attain my spiritual powers. I fell with a splash that almost felt like a slap on my backbone. Instantly I felt injured men tugging at my body. I swam, desperately before I found myself being dragged by half-alive men.


    The water turned greener and greener, and my eyes began to lose. Dead men were brought alive by some force I could not describe. Ghosts surrounded me. My body was being consumed, broken and beaten. I was too powerless until I saw Lord Shivan smiling. In my inner consciousness, he made me forget all the pain and suffering for it is temporary. Somehow, Varuna, the God of the Oceans arrived in a massive chariot. The dead men and ghosts tried to flee, but it was pointless. Varuna struck them with his trident as his golden crocodiles consumed them. I was thrust out of the water, a huge force forcing me to push up, as I flew into the air, screaming. Something held me tight before it released me. I fell down, tumbling and rumbling. Summoning my powers, I managed to regain a steady hold, before I could see everything. In the hurricane, the oceans still went as they were, choppy and merciless. Then my eyes saw the Great Vortex.


    Ten thousand clouds of blue energy held it still, while the inside of it glowed like gold. The force pushed me down. I was unable to command anything. It was like as if all power had been thrust out of me. But at the same time, it felt like a divine force pushing me down. Finally, I made the descent to the great Vortex, diving into the water as I gasped, my physical strength returning to me. I dragged my arms and kicked my legs, arriving at the great rock. Pushing myself up, my physical strength had been drained, but my inner strength had not.


    Then it glowed, the huge vortex in front of me. It turned amber, for it did not like anyone entering it. I bowed my hands, and sat down, meditating. As my body relaxed, the rain fell down hard on my body. It glowed further and further. But I did not care. It did everything it could to distract me, summoning visions of beautiful women when it was all but just an illusion. My body began to glow with my third eye opening. I found myself transformed wearing an Ascetic’s sage’s clothes. Now my hands were my weapons.


    Launching my hands, there was an energy that I could not describe. It came from the heavens. The energy burst out of my hands and into the Vortex. I could feel the immense power of the Vortex crushing down on me. It materialized soldiers made out of pure electrical energy that came at me. Chanting a prayer, layers of circles erupted into the rocks. The ground shook as the soldiers vanished into ashes. The Vortex, outraged poured a huge block of energy. I let out a shield of physical force to protect me. It burned, like a crackling fire.


    Saying Lord Shivan’s name, my hands went as one. Power erupted from both sides. The Vortex was beginning to weaken, but it did not show it. Things created by the creator of the Universe are not meant to be trifled with. As I stood, one leg perched, while another down, my hands bursting with energy, the Vortex’s huge block was trying to stop me from pacifying it.


    ‘Mithru-Mahan, Guardian of the Vortex. I summon you. Help me in this fight. You have been asleep for too long.’ I said loudly. A sleeping man, a towering figure arose. He turned at me and looked surprised. As punishment for his crimes against humanity and against the seven lokas in order to become Emperor, Lord Shivan had exiled the once ambitious rakshas to guard this place. Mithru’s eyes began to cower when he saw the neglected of his duty and joined with me, summoning a great golden spear, as the energy that burst out of it went to the core of the Vortex.


    Slowly, I and Mithru walked. Our feet dragged slowly for what seemed like hours. The Vortex began to weaken further, and it was a force of immense gravity that was preventing me going through. I pushed and pushed, and with Mithru attacking the core of the Vortex, I went in. In we went, and it was a display of dazzling colours. Red, amber, orange, dark orange, purple, and somehow the entire Universe could be seen, the ten thousand planets arranged in an order. I went further and further until I could see what was inside the core of the Vortex. A great-Shiva Linga that had not been served Prasad or milk. Instead, glowing black and the orange liquid was forming a lake and it had destroyed the environment around it. The Shiva Linga's white milk had disappered, and it stood on a rock. The orange liquid lake was vast, and I didn't think I would surivie to get there.


    But it had to be done. Otherwise the world would be forever in a state of chaos.


    I went towards it before an immense force tried to push me back. Mithru was stuck, trying to use his spear but the natural gravity was not allowing it. I went, despite the huge force of nature trying to push me back. The wind howled in my face, yet I still went. My feet set on mud, then on garbage, and then on the orange-black liquid lake. My body was beginning to erode once again, and it happened slowly. My feet started to burn as I entered the murky, polluted lake.


    I had trained myself years to endure pain, but when it comes from the Divine, nothing is powerful in front of it. And so I went and went further and further, my body had begun to form into faceless shapes. Time and existence went off out of my hand. But my Dyan was on Shiva, and the Linga. My hands would stop it. My legs had gone, and I used my arms to guide me, it seemed ever so far.


    I chanted Har Har Mahadev in my mind, pushing my resolve, and I kept on going and going into the lake. By the time I reached the Shiva Linga, my arms had been beginning to dissolve, my chest had disappeared and only my head remained. With great force, I forced my hand to touch it. My hand was close to the Shiva Linga, but then it went. I went out of existence. It seemed like time had stopped.


    I was nowhere as I floated sub-consciously in the realm of my inner mind. My physical body had long gone. Somehow a Great Buddha appeared in the vast realms of the Universe, summoning my hand, and touched it on the tip of the Shiva Linga. A flash struck the great Vortex, and the Shiva Linga rumbled, before it began to break. Stone broke, and it dissolved. Out of nowhere, as I saw, my body began to form back once again. A great Shiva-Linga, a huge black stone emerged from the barren earth. The liquid had turned to stone, and the mud had turned into grass. I touched my hands on the Shiva-Linga and a great stream of milk flowed from the heavens. I could feel my hands again.


    Out of nowhere, the Vortex had begun to calm down, and it seemed right for now, before the colours swirled into the Linga, wiping of all colour. It was so dark I could see nothing. Then it exploded into a barrage of a million colours. It was something that I could not describe, but the Universe had saved me. Lord Shivan had saved me. Grateful, I bowed down, leaving the Great Vortex. Mithru had meanwhile recovered from the disaster.


    The wreckage had gone, and the ships had stopped fighting. I saw the Mahagut dis-embark at the stones which had once been black. Now they were all grey. Hojen, the Nahankten and Lacedomian Admiral, went onto a boat and landed near the black rock, looking at me with such stares it was as if they had witnessed something from the heavens.


    Hojen’s jaws dropped. ‘I have to admit…what did you do over there? I could see you right up in the sky as you went to that Shiva-Linga! You speak with the Gods!’


    The Nehankten admiral smirked. ‘Impressive. But it wouldn’t be that impressive if you could tell that Rishi to stop the curse of famine that he imposed on our country.’


    The Lacedomian Admiral shook my hands. ‘Now I know why the Vortex should not be breached by us immortals. Zeusa damn me to the underworld if I ever attempt to do such a thing.’ I didn't believe his words for a minute, but I knew it had taught them a lesson to stay away from the Great Vortex. As I looked back, it glowed with a glowing amber prescene. It was at peace. I had done the impossible.


    I turned to Hojen. ‘How did you manage to make them friends when they were literally at each other’s throats?’


    Hojen shrugged. ‘Simple. We saw you doing such things in the sky…they stopped. I’ll have plenty of tales to talk about when I tell this to my grandchildren. You’ve done your work.























































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    And Chapter 2 which is an alternate version:

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    The Great Pyramids of Khetra over-shadowed me like an ant. My eyes gazed at the beautiful sight of those limestone Pyramids that seemed to reflect off the sun-shine. Gloriousness. Utter gloriousness. Except that my feet were beginning to burn under the hot desert. The Sun wasn’t being particularly nice either as I sweated inside and out. Looking back towards Arshuanbupal who was already so enamored by the sight he had gotten lost in awe. I was imagining a band of locusts falling down on the hot desert sand. A great floating Pyramid that was so huge that it hurt my neck arching. I hadn't noticed it until now. It was so perfect that even its symmetry was perfect. It was golden, every reflection turned white. Every exterior. Blue energy radiated from all four corners. Like a strange part of the universe was commanding it.


    Mahad and his group of other tourists from other nations had arrived with us. We all sat on the carpets while our camels stopped to drink. It was Arshuanbupal’s obsession with Khetran Hieroglyphics had led me here from my home that was twenty thousand miles away. But then, of course, I wasn’t here to save the world. It was pointless. But apparently, there was a weapon, some sort of golden staff that would make him rich for all life. I could summon all the riches that I wanted since I was a Rishi, a spiritual holy sage.


    My guide turned towards me. ‘Surprised are you?’


    I nodded. ‘I’ve never seen anything like it Mahad, but this is normal to you?’


    Mahad bowed. ‘It is indeed, Vajendra. This Pyramid you see in front of you? It was built by the first Pharaoh that created all of Khetra. Legend says he was a brutal tyrant that vanquished all his enemies. He ruled over the world once…but now no one remembers him.’


    I pressed on, intrigued. Perhaps this ancient Pharaoh could provide us the answers to the hidden treasure. ‘So why is that?’


    Mahad eyed me, narrowing his brow before laughing out loud. ‘Thinking to rob the Tomb are you? You’re not the first.’


    Eyes turned on me before I retracted back. ‘Come on…I’m not trying to rob the Tomb here. I’m a special sage you know that Mahad. I want to find out why the Pharaoh…was such a tyrant.’


    Mahad eye’s narrowed again. ‘You know for a man that’s able to talk with the Gods, you’re awful at lying. The guards in the Pyramids guard them daily. You won’t be able to sneak behind enemy lines.’


    I turned to Arshanbupal who was examining his lost scroll from some century or whatnot. ‘He can. He’s a Massyrian General, now retired.’


    Mahad’s eyes lit up. ‘A Massyrian? We Khetrans hate them like brothers and sisters, yet they still come into Khetra. How wonderful is that? What’s that scroll of his?’


    I yelled back to him. ‘Arshanbupal! Come on old man! This desert heat is going to roast you alive if you stay like that engrossed in that damn manuscript of yours!’ The old man shuffled himself from the group and arrived at where we sat on the carpet.


    He grinned at me. ‘So what lad? I’m too excited to even say it.’


    I shrugged. ‘What?’


    Arshanbupal nodded. ‘The first Pharaoh of Khetra is said to be buried here. It’s here. And with it, is the manuscript of Gold. Anyone that possess it, can have all the wealth in the world.’


    That piqued my interest. A manuscript of Gold that could give someone happiness? Interesting. Except Mahad’s ears had picked up the excited gasps of the old man. He was not looking happy. ‘Tell me, Massyarian, where did you get that manuscript from?’


    Arshanubapl glared at him which suggested the guide remained far away from him. Sure enough, Mahad retracted back. He raised his arms in defense. ‘I’m only a Khetran, Massyrian. May I remind you that I am not your enemy but am a friend. That manuscript, let me read it.’


    Arshanupbal gave it to him. Mahad’s eyes scanned the old tethered manuscript before his eyes began to widen further and further. He arose quickly. ‘Men! Take these tourists back to the city. You two will come with me.’


    ‘Where are we going?’ I asked.


    Mahad replied back. ‘To the Grand Vizier of Khetra. Your manuscript is too dangerous to let it go into other hands. Now come! We must go to my master’s house!’


    ****


    Mahad had left us to tour the city, for the time being, giving us an official seal to Arshanbupal should we get in trouble. Once the guards saw the seal, they would take us to the Grand Vizier known as Setekana. The city was an odd place to be. It was the first time I had visited a place outside of my country. An Imperial Palace over-shadowed the port. Hundreds of temples full of colonnades over-lapped each other and created an impression of a bustling religious city. Huge obelisks, etched in black and gold shone in the bright sun. There were hundreds of merchants and artisans passing through us in the bustling market. I could see hundreds of pilgrims of Sobeka and Thotha entering their temples and praying. Huge statues of Bulls surrounded the market squares. I turned to Arshanbupal. ‘So you told me Khetra is like your home?’


    Arshanbupal smiled. ‘Back home in Massyria, we worship different Gods. Thotha is similar to Nabu. Both are Gods of writing. But we are more connected together than you will ever notice.’


    I heard the cries of jubilance. A great festival went through the main streets. Egyptian priests surrounded by flanking musicians. A great golden bull being escorted through the city. Slaves distributing rose petals. And the cries of Lord Setekana.


    Setekana is the greatest governor in the city!


    He helped me save my daughter from absolute ruin when she was going to get eaten by a crocodile.


    Setekana is great for us merchants, he lowered our taxes!


    Praise be to Setekana!


    So, it was true then. Setekana was a truly popular leader in the port city of Mayium. They looked pretty similar if you placed them together; Massyrains and Khetrans.


    Arshanbupal glanced at an inviting red apple. He walked towards the market stall, he picked it up and was about to bite.


    The market vendor yelled to the top of his voice. ‘Hey! You want food, you’ll pay for it!’


    Arshanbupal bowed. ‘My apologies. My name is General Arshanbupal, commander of the army of Tigris.’


    The market vendor began to stumble and tremble in front of him. ‘Please great general! Here, take my food for free. Have anything you want! But don’t kill me and my family- ‘


    Arshanbupal placed a bag of gold ingots into the man’s hands. ‘I think this will do for you if I’m right?’


    The market vendor smiled and began to thank the Gods, he placed a large group of apples into his bag before handing it over to Arshanbupal. I had known this man ever since the first time he had visited our temples thousands of years ago. I was an immortal myself. But it had amazed me that he learned these secrets from the very famous King of all Euphrata. Gilgamesha. He would of course never have told me. He may have possessed the body of a fine man but he was old inside.


    And I knew it. Of course, it was to tease him all the time. ‘So, fame and reputation is everything isn’t It Arshanbupal?’


    Arshanbupal purchased a staff from another market vendor and began to walk with me. ‘You miss the point young man. The desert builds and it takes away everything. Reputation is built over time. Stories are told of me. And perhaps, one day they will of you.’


    I nodded. ‘Perhaps. If everyone wasn’t asking me to talk with the Gods though.’


    Arshanbupal laughed. ‘That’ll be why you’re famous. You can talk with every single God in this universe. That’s something no one has. It’s a special gift. Do not seek to hate it. Embrace it.’


    I snarled back. ‘Perhaps if I were to let the Gods know about you…’


    Arshanbupal smirked. ‘Boy, you have too much to learn. And I already have the priest’s assurance he’ll block your attempts to stop talking with our Gods.’


    The old man always had me outwitted. I chuckled. ‘You’re like a father to me you know that?’ I said.


    Arshanbupal raised his eyebrows. ‘Says a young arrogant man that ran away from his wedding two thousand years ago. You know Biya is still outraged at you? She’s at the Forbidden Isles. You cannot keep pushing her away.’


    He was right. I would get it to of course. I could still remember her beautiful face. What I did was not wholly wrong but sinful. And so that is why Lord Shiva cursed me to be immortal. To the learn the monumental mistake that I made. ‘Thanks for reminding me. If I didn't know that already.’


    Arshanbupal shook his head. ‘Young men. Full of bravado and pomp but empty on the inside. I’m a father of three daughters. I understand them. You young men at this age are interested in sex only. When a man matures and gets a daughter, then you’ll understand one day.’


    I scowled. I wasn’t in the mood to listen to the old man’s rants. ‘I know…’


    Arshanbupal sighed. ‘Come. Let’s go to the temple of Ramses. Perhaps there you can relay your wishes to the Gods.’


    I nodded, keeping my head down. I had reacted too angrily. I let myself control my emotions slowly. Before someone shoved me into the dirt. I arose to find a thief had stolen Arshanbupal's bag of apples.


    Arshanbupal roared. ‘Get him Vajendra! I’m coming with you!’


    The thief sped like a cheetah’s tail was on fire. Barging through crowds, and shoving people to the ground. I ran with the speed of a determined lion to catch his prey. The thief climbed up a market stall before bringing the covers down and ran onto the buildings. What an idiot. I instantly climbed up a house and jumped from building to building, chasing after him. Arshanbupal had disappeared entirely. He’d probably know where I was. The thief latched onto an old zip line and fell straight into a trade cart full of fruits before dangling down. I jumped and fell onto the pigsty, groaning. Rising, I grabbed the horse and yanking the reins, charged straight towards the running thief.


    The thief was running out of patience now. He led me down a narrow path in which it was difficult to navigate my horse. All the way through the slums. I chased him not knowing where I was going. Finally, I had caught up to him and was about to grab him before my horse collapsed and I fell straight into a cart of hay. I froze. The cart jerked before I tried to grab myself out of there. We had arrived at the barracks. Of who I didn’t know. Two Neharaian soldiers grabbed me before I saw Arshanbupal in chains.


    The commander arrived, wearing heavy makeup and thick black eyebrows. I wondered why they put so much makeup at all. It ruins the face. ‘You see…I’m a patient man. But never did I expect in my life to see a Massyrian and a Vishvaputrian to end up in Neharaia. What have you come here for?’


    Arshanbupal answered back. ‘I come to meet with Grand Vizier Setekana. He says that he was expecting us.’


    The Commander smirked. ‘What proof do you have?’


    ‘Take my scroll from my waist. You’ll find it has Lord Setekana’s invitation.’


    The Commander nodded to his soldiers. The soldiers grabbed the scroll from Arshanbupal’s waist and handed it over. The Commander scanned the document before slowly scowling. ‘It seems you have his the Vizier’s interest at best hands. Come! I will take you to his villa.’





    ****


    Never expect a young man to be in the role of a grand vizier. Expecting an old man to be in the position of the role of the grand vizier was easier to deal with. Lord Setekana had all the looks of an ambitious man building his power in secret while trying to depose the Pharaoh. Setekana arose from his chair and escorted us around his lovely vibrant colorful garden. Slaves worked around the bushes, while other slaves proceeded to pour water on the exotic plants. As I noticed, a great harbor was built into his house. A huge navy being constructed.


    Setekana went back into his chamber and we followed him.


    Mahad bowed. 'My lord, I have brought these two foreigners from a faraway land. One of them is a Holy Saint or Rishi from Bharata. The other is an Massyarian that claims to have found the manuscript of Gold.'


    Setekana nodded before examining the manuscript that Mahad had given him. He slammed it down and turned to Arshanbupal. 'How did you get this?'


    Arshanbupal shrugged. 'I found it in a market so to say.'


    Setekana grimaced. 'So my grandfather's generation's legacy has been lost. How wonderful. To think that he was the first ruler of Khetra and that I was his last descendent. Now this manuscript,' He held it up. 'May be able to provide us with the keys to unlocking the Pyramid.'


    He turned towards me. 'And Mahad claims you are a Rishi that can talk with the Gods?'


    I nodded and watched the conversation unfold between them.


    Setekana grinned and slammed the table. 'Excellent!'


    Setekana turned to Arshanbupal. ‘So you and this Rishi of yours are going to the Pyramid of my great-great-great grandfather that ruled this land. Khetra is in a place of turmoil. The Pharaoh is corrupt. All of Khetra suffers under his rule. Just ask the peasant or the farmer. High taxes. Unhappy people. The people despise him. I must find out the secret my grandfather left me. I must find it out.’


    Arshanbupal shook his head. ‘So that’s why you chose this port. So the Pharaoh would never find out your true activities.’


    Setekana laughed. ‘I only think of the people. The people love me.’


    Arshanbupal sighed. 'Even if the people love you, Grand Vizier, we Massyrians aren't foolish either. You know my reputation. I fought against the first ruler of Khetra many thousands of years ago.'


    Setekana rubbed his temples. 'Yes...but surely you can't be that Immortal Massyrian General that's disappeared from history?'


    'The one and only.'


    Setekana laughed. 'And to think my day was full of boring activities! I don't think you hold any grudge now do you?'


    Arshanbupal nodded. 'No, Grand Vizier. Besides, age has caught up with me in immortality. I will be more than happy to assist you Grand Vizier. In exchange for coin.’


    Setekana glanced at his soldiers as they carried a huge chest of gold and placed it in front of us.


    ‘Will that be enough?’


    We both nodded. It would certainly be enough.


    Setekana nodded in agreement. ‘Excellent. Then we leave within an hour. We will arrive at the Great White Pyramid.’


    A rough looking man that towered over the both of us grunted. 'I'm Mehed. Commander of the armies of Lord Setekana. Orisia is my blessing and I am a man not normally accustomed to strangers. Khetra is a place that should be free of its influence. Especially Massyarians.'


    Arshanbupal said nothing but replied with a smile. 'My thanks...General Mehed. But I no longer work in the army. I'm retired.'


    Mehed shook his head. 'You're all the same. Bunch of bloodthirsty brutal savages.'


    I looked towards Arshanbupal. 'Well? Won't you say anything?'


    Arshanbupal meekly nodded his head. The old man was up to something alright. 'It's not in my interests Vajendra to do so. Besides, Lord Setekana has treated us with such humility and respect, I don't think we should offend him.'


    Lord Setekena growled in agreement. 'Your Massayrian friend is right Vajendra. He knows his manners. Ignore Mehed, he can be sometimes a bit of a flathead if you know what I mean. Mehed will give you your horses and...for Vajendra? I think the young boy will like a camel.'


    I jerked. I hated camels. Camels are the worst thing in the world. They stink. And are uncomfortable to ride.


    Lord Setekana smiled. 'I trust that'll be a suitable mount for you Vajendra?'


    Arshanbupal said nothing. Why wasn't the old man saving me?


    I meekly nodded and nervously replied. 'Erm....yes Lord Setekana, that'd be absolutely fine.'


    Lord Setekana nodded. 'Excellent. Perhaps then Rishi Vajendra, you will be needed to talk with my grandfather. But I was hoping you could also talk to the Gods...for me?'











    ****


    And so, my back ached. Sitting on the hump of a camel was never a great experience. It was certainly something that I would never recommend. The hot sun beat down upon me, making me sweat beyond comparison. Arshanbupal wasn’t doing too well either. But the desert is a never-ending beast. It blasts mirages of your vision, trying to take you down. One must learn to master it. That is how the people of the desert live.


    Or that is how I tended to be very articulate and boastful in my own fantasy. Lord Setekana’s troops had numbered to around fifty men. All horse archers or bandits. Setekana rode at the front, being the arrogant man he was. I shouted out loud. I was finally glad to get rid of the annoying camel which had been giving me a back-ache. Arshanbupal followed me as we walked towards Setekana’s group. The sun’s heat was still bearing down on me. Setekana smiled as he approached us. It wasn’t particularly inviting. A horde of carpets came out of nowhere, descending upon us. The Carpets re-arranged themselves until one of them arose and floated towards Lord Setekana.


    The Carpet leader coughed. ‘I am Lord Kana of the Khanana clan. You asked us to arrive at this very moment Grand Vizier?’


    Setekana nodded. ‘Indeed I did. How was the trip?’


    The Carpet leader replied. ‘Worrisome. Even tiresome. The heat was too much. But I did not expect to come empty-handed.’


    Setekana laughed. ‘Come now, we settled this last time. You received your tribute.’


    The Carpet leader ruffled its woolly tails. ‘Tribute? We barely had enough to make it for the last round! I want my tribute now. You know we carpets aren’t constrained by humans or beasts. We want our gold fair and square. Take it or leave it.’


    ‘So nothing will convince you then?’


    The Carpet leader shook his tail again. ‘No. No. And no.’


    Setekana sighed. ‘It’s odd…I was expecting to give you so much more…’


    That peaked the carpet’s interest. ‘What more…?’


    Setekana pointed to the White Pyramid. ‘Inside that pyramid is an ocean of gold that may perhaps make you the Emperor of the Carpet Empire one day…surely you wouldn’t miss such an exciting offer…’


    The Carpet sprung straight. ‘I must discuss this with my clan.’ He said, as the carpets floated into a circle and started talking in a weird language.


    Mehed smirked. ‘Do you really trust a bunch of carpets to get us to the Pyramid?’


    Setekana glared. ‘And what else do you expect General? How will we get up there? We don’t have any magical powers to make us fly. The carpets will do the job for us. Thotha wonders how I even employed a dumb-head like you to build my new army.’


    Mehed glared back before leaving, barking orders at his men to get their supplies and equipment ready.


    Mehed glared back before leaving, barking orders at his men to get their supplies and equiqment ready.


    The Carpets floated back towards Setekana. ‘We accept on behalf of the Khanana clan. But you must first sign this contract.’ Carpets are like books. There’s a whole population of living books and scrolls and manuscripts and carpets. It’s an odd thing how they even exist. The contract appeared in a puff of smoke with a floating pen, but it was papyrus. Bamboo almost. Setekana signed the contract before the carpets swooped us up, me and Arshanbupal included. The carpets flew so high that the camels began to appear like tiny ants. There were about ten carpets holding most of the men. Some of them were so damn rough one of them fell before a carpet saved them.


    Setekana of course didn’t care as he stood on his carpet. His eyes were all set on the pyramid. Limestone. Pure white limestone. The sun’s reflection had deceived us. The entrance to the Pryamid was a clear black hole. A rumble occurred from within, and the pyramid shook. A few slabs of granite fell down. It was crumbling. Setekana raged. It was an insult. Someone else had gotten inside. Bandits.


    ‘Land us to the entrance. We will all enter!’ The carpets safely landed us towards the broken entrance as it became visible with clear cut marks. Someone had been here before. Black clothing and broken swords meant only thing. An army of bandits had taken over. We moved towards the entrance before Setekana stopped. ‘We’ll need torches! Light them up!’ And so the torches were lit. We entered the black hole to find a corridor taking us down and down. Some of the soliders went different ways, while I and Arshanbupal followed Setekana and Mehed until we saw a light. Walking towards there, we entered the great Tomb.


    A vast open expanse of a huge mountain collapsed side by side with huge marble rocks arching out. The ocean of gold was at the bottom, with broken discarded statures at the bottom. The huge paintings of the Gods were visible. There were black floating stones everywhere. Hiergyoplihs of Setekana’s ancestor conquest’s was so large that I could see him taking down three soldiers with one spear. We kept on walking until we reached an end of the pointed cliff. The whole landscape was barren beyond recognition. Rocks that had weathered and aged. I pressed one step of my foot before a tumbling tile of rock came down.


    Arshanbupal glared at me. ‘Don’t do that again.’


    I gulped. Sure wasn’t going to do that again.


    Setekana shushed us. ‘He did the right thing. Who knows if the foundations have been damaged? It is a sacrilege what those bandits have done here. But I read stories of my grandfather building this pyramid with his own bare hands. It was said he had the power of Gods in those days. He says there is a white marble box that will be found here..’ He raised his torch, but the light did not go far enough.


    He turned to me. ‘You. You’re a Rishi. You have powers that I don’t have. How about you try? Use your vision?’


    Arshanbupal faced me. ‘Whatever it is he’s saying do it. We can’t be too careful now.’


    I sighed hoping that one day people would ask me about Gyan, or knowledge. Everyone just asked me if I could talk to the Gods, but I had meditated for thousands of years. Only then Lord Shiva came and blessed me with the ability to do so. I sat down, crossing my legs and closed my eyes. Darkness at first. Before lightness arrived. Waves of energy radiated from me, lightning the entire Pyramid. I opened to see the great white marble box in front of me.


    Setekana spoke, amazed. ‘So he does have powers…this young friend of yours is quite the man you have there, Arshanbupal. Men! To me! We walk!’ As he said that, three great bridges rumbled from the ground before rising and joining together. The path was clear. We all followed him under the great bridge before a hallway of stairs led us down. More stairways than ever before. It was like a never-ending circle until we arrived at the great box. It resembled more like an Imperial Temple in front of us.


    The light shone revealing a portal. Setekana glanced to one of his soldiers. The soldier charged into the portal before he burst into flames and fell, screaming into the black abyss. He scowled glaring towards his own soldiers. As they retracted further back.


    He roared with fury. ‘Listen to your vizier men! I command you to go in there.’


    No one bothered to reply. The rest of them fled before falling into the deep dark abyss. The bridges shook, contorting itself to form rock snakes that crushed the living daylights out of their souls. There was an unnatural force going on here.


    Setekana glared at me. ‘You! Bharatian! This was you’re doing!’ He said before shoving me into the pool of light. I had no time to react before lightness took me over. It was so white I could see nothing. Sooner or later I closed my eyes before I felt a hand uplift me. My eyes trembled. My body shook.





















































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    Very good tale .I like it .
    Mythology and history combined !
    To anyone concerned. I am leaving twc. Bye and best of luck.
    And Pike thanks for supporting me always.

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    Quote Originally Posted by mad orc View Post
    Very good tale .I like it .
    Mythology and history combined !
    Thanks! Glad you liked it!

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    Chapter 2 part 1:

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    It was Anubia himself. The great Jackal God standing in front of me. Wearing the most colourful golden armour that anyone or no human would ever witness. His eyes were gleaming with blue. The colour of the Gods. The Jackal God gave a smile or what his mouth attempted to do. Out of thin air, his staff materialized. He sprung it into the air. The staff swirled bursting white energy into the air. A thin shroud of cloud formed for something I had never seen before. The Sun arose in front of my eyes. Endless and boundless reed fields stood in front of me, where a river of gold connected it. Huge Palaces full of colonnades and flocks of flamingos flying into the air made my tremble with awe. A series of islands connected each other. Temples stood where people offered offerings to the Gods and their statures. Men and women, families and old lived an endless life of peace. Crops were being farmed by servants, with canals of water built into the fields. Endless celebrations of beer and bread occurred around houses and great cities of shining gold obelisks.
    Anubia raised me up. ‘Welcome, the one who talks with the Gods. You are a lineage of Shiva then. Perhaps even a follower. Do you know where you are?’
    I bowed. ‘Great Anubia, forgive me for my transgression. I was employed by Lord Setekana to revive his great-grandfather Nakashaha.’
    Anubia chuckled. ‘A man who talks to the Gods does a mortal’s bidding. Ironic. You have mediated for thousands of years. Why serve him?’
    Knowing nothing is better than telling lies in front of Anubia. Even though I had read endless tales of the Jackal and the Hile River, I never once in my life expected to be talking right in front of the great God.
    ‘Great Anubia, forgive me if you would but I don’t care about mortals. They slaughter each other. I’m here for adventure.’
    Anubia stared at me. ‘You are a young man but you have not learnt from your master the true meaning of life. These years of blessings and meditation should have taught you a thing or two. You call this adventure? Let me show you of Setekana’s grandfather, Nakahasha. You will learn everything.’
    I watched as a cloud of darkness evolved before dis-integrating into the hot deserts of Neharaia. A great battle had been fought, where spears and corpses laid on the ground. Broken chariots and wounded men retreating back to the Imperial Camp. There I could see his grandfather, resplendent in his gold armour arriving enthroned on his chariot. His troops cheered him. The prisoners were brought to him. The guard bowed. ‘Sire. What would you have us do with them?’
    The prisoners begged for their life. But in front of Nakahasha, they were nothing. ‘Show no mercy. They rebelled against me. That is their eternal fate. But leave them alive for a few moments.’ The soldiers raised their swords and slaughtered them, hacking them into dis-membered pieces. The few alive groaned and moaned, moving with few inches. Their energy sapped and extracted. Nakasaha shrugged as they were buried deep into the desert. His troops cried out celebrations and cheers, encouraging him on, as the chariot driver whipped the horses. They arrived into the camp where a band of servants and musicians announced his arrival. His servants helped him before he saw his wife, Mesjet smiling peacefully. Her warmth was radiant, her face solid as a rock. Nakasaha had missed her for centuries. This immortality thing had gotten quite ahead of him. He could see his wife’s dark eyebrows, and the painted eyes of purple hue. Those were the two most beautiful things about her.
    Mesjet bowed, before taking his arm. Entering the tent, Nakashaha gestured to his servants to leave. The servants finished putting their cups of wine and closed the tent’s doors. Nakasaha poured himself some wine and passed it to over Mesjet. She took it before throwing it to the ground.
    Nakashaha’s shock was even worse. ‘What is the meaning of this? Mesjet? I am your husband! Your lover!’
    Mesjet fumed at him. ‘A lover? More like a monster or a killer of innocents.’
    Nakashaha shrugged. ‘Look at it this my love, when I was born I was abanonded on the rocks of the Black Desert Mountain. My father didn’t come looking after me. And even then I slaughtered all my family that never considered me as a royal lineage. I have given you the pearl of immortality, the very gift of life. And you would reject that? Reject me?’
    Mesjet sighed. ‘When will this endless war stop husband? You’ve conquered the known world. You’ve achieved everything you wanted. Why can’t you enjoy life as you wanted it?’
    Nakashaha grinned. ‘That’s where you’re wrong. I have mediated to the Gods, and in return I wish to become a God myself.’
    Nakasasha knew he was losing the argument just by the slight glances of his wife’s disapproving looks. He could not think of anyone else but her. ‘Mesjet, listen to me. If you and I become God and Goddesss, we may end up ruling the whole of heaven-‘
    Mesjet thundered. ‘The rule of heaven is not meant for us!’
    Nakashaha fumed. ‘It is meant for us! Do you not understand the true meaning of being a God and Goddess?’
    Mesjet’s face was covered with tears. Nakashaha thought of retracting back but he was livid at his wife’s refusal. How could she reject such an golden oppournutiy for the both of them?
    ‘I’ve lost my children to age. You refused to give them immortality.’
    ‘They didn’t want it.’ Nakashaha answered back.
    ‘And because of this curse, I cannot birth any more babies. I would rather go to Aaru then stay here on this wretched earth, husband.’
    Naskasha nodded. ‘Then that is my-‘
    Mesjet looked at him. ‘I want nothing to do with you anymore. You are no longer the man I knew.’
    Nakashaha’s temper burst. Throwing the cup down, he walked towards her. ‘Don’t do this.’
    Mesjet crossed her arms. ‘Try me.’
    Nakashaha took her crown and threw it away. ‘That is what happens to Queens of Khetra that don’t obey their husbands! Leave! LEAVE!’ He roared. Mesjet hurried out of the tent crying. Nakashaha sighed, before knowing the monumental loss he had occurred. Somewhere deep inside him, he too desired the same as his wife. But that was gone. If he became immortal forever, then he could become a God. A God that could rule the entire universe. A God that wouldn’t have to beg for life either.
    It was a shame, that Mesjet could not see his ways. She was blinded, to the Old Gods.

    I didn’t know before the Great God grabbed me and shoved me into a field of light. The light flashed into my eyes. Yelling, I fell to the ground, groaning. The sky was purple, shining with a thousand stars as I arose. I couldn’t tell if it was night-time, or day. Birds with the faces of humans flew in the great sky, hurling insults at me. Distracted, my head towards the huge black mountain cliffs surrounded me. Spirit lights flew into the air. Purple dew flew into the midst of air. Blue light flickered around everywhere. Small tombs built were already in place. Huge Pryamids differencing in different colours could be seen from my viewpoint. Flocks of deer ran while a horde of lions chased them down a great canyon. A Great Temple lay in front of me that was built into the sky. Three golden statures stood at the centre. All painted in gold and white, the columns depicting stories of great warriors fighting the people of the sea.
    A procession of priests carried a golden bull with peasants and scribes following them in a singular path towards the temple’s doors. The great cornices were lit with fire. Three great black cows accompanied them. Hurrying along, I tried to blend in the crowd. Except of course, my clothes gave me away, getting glares from almost everyone. Even the fat High Priest with a leopard’s skin snarled before going back to praying. Mingling further back into the crowd, great white houses surrounded me from both sides. Palm trees were littered everywhere, from the first level of the temple reaching up to every single level of the sky.
    The Priest intoned. ‘Exalted thou on the throne, Oh Orisisa, you have heard fair things, your strength is vigorous, your head fastened on your body, your neck is made firm, your heart is glad, your speech is effective…’
    I just pretended to go along. This was not the first time I had travelled through other civilisation’s afterlife realms. We made our way to the steps where guarded levels of the Jackal Headed God’s soldiers appeared. Their eyes glowed, keeping their eyes on anyone suspicious. I raised my clothes, covering my head. A few Khetrans sniggered behind me as I dismissed them. Walking up the stairs, we arrived at the grand door of the huge temple. Two stairs curved their way up to another entrance. I looked above and my eyes widened. Pyramids. Even more Pyramids. All shapes geometrically aligned in such a way that it would baffle the human mortals. Their flat sides reflected off the white limestone’s grandeur. I shook in shock as a bell commenced. The door opened. And I was hurried inside like everyone else.
    There, the great stature of Orisia over-shadowed us mere mortals in the great columned hall of the temple. No wonder then, that the Gods of the Khettrans had sent their humans in the mortal world to build such great temples. The great fat priest ordered the golden bull to be put down. The Priests gathered around, summoning a great cup to materialize as it was lifted into the sky. Amazes me how much magic is in the afterlife there is. The cup turned into darkness, disappearing into a tiny swatch of light. The Khetrans around me gathered to pray to Orisia.
    I needed to get out. I quickly prayed to Orisia to get me out of here. Sure enough a small door lay at the left end corner of the temple. In the distraction, I walked towards it and using my powers it opened. I emerged to see a great city in front of me. Shining white marble and limestone. The sun extending its rays over the huge palm trees. Shadows emerged. A great eagle warrior from the afterlife of Xiahuteli landed, and of course, the Khetran Jackal Guards pointed their spears at me. A well-built man armed to the teeth with gold armour raised his sword at me. ‘Great sage. You enter into the lands of where you do not belong. Forgive me for my error, but I am Merentaph. A great servant of Orisia.’
    I shrugged. ‘I have been ordered by your great God Anubia to hunt down Nakahsha.’
    The warriors laughed while the man spoke. ‘Really? And what purpose would he have other than to destroy this realm? He cannot take his whole army from anywhere if he wanted. He is stuck. Exiled.’
    I turned to the Xiahuteli warrior. ‘And you? What purpose would you have here?’
    The Xiahuteli Eagle Warrior spoke. ‘He has desecrated our homes in one eternity. And we are still recovering from it. We may be able to use your help.’
    Merentaph turned on him. ‘There will be no need. He is in the Jurdisciton of our lands.’
    Eagle Warrior chuckled. ‘I’m afraid you won’t be able to do that.’
    ‘Then come to prison, if you don’t wish to mess with us, we’re four warriors of Anubia. What can you do Xiahuteli eagle-warrior?’
    ‘As you wish.’
    ****
    I and Eagle warrior didn’t stay in such worse conditions as the mortal world usually prescribed. It was a high ceiling room, with plenty of air to come in from both sides. In fact, it was beautiful. Columned walls painted with exotic beauties. The sounds of the heavenly city aroused my mind. Could humans ever live in such a wonderful existence in the afterlife? Our door remained shut. The Eagle Warrior had not spoken to me for a while. He had an eagle’s head with a human’s muscular physique. His head was no doubt scary to any mortal being.
    The Eagle Warrior leaned against the wall and turned to look at me. ‘Not the first time you’ve seen a man with an Eagle head have you?’
    I chuckled. Funny he should say that. ‘No it isn’t. There’s a God similar to your kind, Horusa.’
    The Eagle Warrior nodded. ‘Indeed he is.’
    ‘Then tell me, Eagle Warrior, what’s your purpose here then?’
    ‘It’s very simple great sage. Our realm is infinite chaos. The Gods are struggling to rebuild their creation. Our human mortals from the realm of Xiahuteli are in internal struggle. I need you to help me restore harmony to the heavens.’
    I replied back. ‘I’ll be more than happy to do so when this is all over.’
    After what seemed like hours, the door opened. I had dozed off by then. Eagle Warrior had been sleeping. The steps rattled as we both awoke. A torchbearer arrived as I saw a Governor coming through. It’s funny how often any city I visit there’s always a Governor of some sort. Plus the title of Governor sounds fancy in this world though. The Governor’s white clothes made it apparent that in his mortal life he had been one of the grand viziers to some Khetran Pharaoh. He sat down as a chair was placed for him by a servant, a table placed for him as servants carried food on plates, placing it onto the table. I see he liked himself to style.
    The Governor coughed, nervously. Perhaps he wasn’t expecting living souls to venture into Aaru. ‘Ahem…So what is a Bharatian and an Eagle Warrior from Xiahuteli doing here?’
    I answered. ‘I’m here to defeat Nakashaha. That man is being revived by his lost-grandson, Setekarna.’
    The Governor glanced at his guards and servants before they erupted laughing. ‘You must be foolish to presume that Nakahaska, let alone a foreigner would know about the first Pharaoh of Khetra. He’s dead. Long gone. His soul was wiped out of existence at the gate of judgement.’
    ‘It was Anubia himself that thrust me here. I came through the Tomb of Nakahasha himself.’
    The Governor still refused to believe me. Foolish man. ‘There was a pharaoh once that outlawed the Old Gods, and built temples for himself. He believed himself to be a God. Now he spends time by himself. Nakahasha is not the only evil tyrant we’ve had in our long line of Pharaohs.’ He said, gulping wine before turning to Eagle Warrior. ‘And I suspect that he had something to do with your heaven then?’
    Eagle Warrior nodded. ‘When he ruled, he destroyed our heavens. Since then, our peoples on the world has been divided. I intend to correct that mistake.’
    The Governor sighed. ‘Don’t we all…’ his voice trailed away.
    ‘Listen to me Governor, let me be released and I will defeat him for you.’
    The Governor’s annoyed expression danced around his face like a wolf scowling on his prey. ‘Nakahasha doesn’t exist. You’re deluded. Go back to whatever world you came from.’
    Why wouldn’t he listen to me? Nakashaha would still be alive somewhere. Maybe the ka, the thing which these Khetrans talked about hadn’t been extinguished.
    ‘You will be returned back to the worlds from where you came from. That is the end of it.’ He said, as the servants packed everything and the doors closed.
    ‘No! Wait, don’t! Listen! Come back!’
    Eagle Warrior chuckled, folding his arms as he leaned against the walls. ‘They will not listen for they are foolish. Nakahasha’s best strength was to always deceive his enemies without them knowing.’
    I chuckled ironically. ‘And you fought him for ten thousand years?’
    Eagle Warrior shrugged. ‘More or less.’
    I wasn’t going to stay here forever. ‘There must be a way out of here. Surely, we should escape.’
    Eagle Warrior nodded. ‘I am in agreement with you. Use your powers then.’
    The whirlwinds zoomed around my hands, thrusting straight into the walls. The crackling and crumbling of the bricks rumbled down causing loud yells to amount into the prison. Eagle Warrior and I leapt out of the broken wall, climbing down the cliffs before we arrived into the desert. It hadn’t been long though. By the time I was on the desert sand, exhausted after having climbed down so much, we had heard a shriek. A shriek of an eagle flying in the sky. A horde of Khetran Jackal Soldiers arriving with horses spun past us. Eagle Warrior slammed into a cave so we wouldn’t be seen. After that, we had slowly walked many miles before arriving into a cavern. Eagle Warrior summoned sticks and fire with some magic force.
    And the desert was cold that night. Too cold. I shivered, putting my body closest to the fire. Eagle Warrior meanwhile had found a snake and was chewing on it. The snake thought it could eat it. Unlucky. He turned to me. ‘What makes you think we’ll get to Nakashaha?’
    I had no clue for now. ‘We shall have to explore the land. Nakashaha will not be able to find us. Nor does he know about us.’
    Eagle Warrior grimaced. ‘Sometimes I pity you.’
    ‘Don’t pity me. Let us sleep. In the morning we shall transcend into the desert. Nakashaha, I suspect, may have his own city built in Aaru and no one knows about it.’
    ‘Then our journey has begun Vajendra.'





















































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    Chapter 2 part 3:

    The Battle of the Gods

    I turned to see Eagle Warrior looking up towards the sky, devoid of any clouds. It was blue as the ocean’s colour could be. He hadn’t said a word since we had been in the cavern when Anubia’s soldiers were searching for us. Time and time again, we had encountered serpeents and hawks who were scouring for us. Living in Aaru was proving to be difficult as being a fisherman in crocodile waters. Ever since our retreat from the city, we had been walking through endless desert. The oasis’s had disappeared, and already I was beginning to feel exhausted. If this was the afterlife that the Khetrans enjoyed then I wouldn’t have expected it to be so physically exhausting. Our goal. The goal was of course to defeat Nakahasha. The only question was, where and when we should have gone at this point because we were now walking in the middle of a very hot blazing desert, and I pretty much had no idea where we really were.


    Eagle Warrior turned to me, completely oblivious to the fact that the sun seemed to be burning his wings. ‘Nakahasha will know of us, either one way or the other. Your reputation precedes you.’


    I was aghast. My reputation? What did he know of my reputation? ‘Whatever do you mean, Eagle Warrior?’


    Eagle Warrior smirked. ‘You’re the great Saint, or what do you call it in your…language….’ He was lost for words.


    I corrected him for his own sake. ‘A Rishi.’


    Eagle Warrior nodded back with satisfaction. ‘Ah, yes that’s what you call it. A Rishi. Strange name. That reminds me, you weren’t the one that helped some slaves escaping out of the Heavens did you?’


    No needs to know about that. There was a special reason why I had saved those slaves. Sometimes, my reputation did precede me too often. I’d have to be more careful in the future. ‘No…you must be talking about someone else. Besides, why don’t we focus on the bigger picture here? The Gods of the Khetrans are against me, Nakashaha hasn’t sent anyone else…’


    Eagle Warrior cut me through like a knife cutting butter. ‘How can we say that those big serpents they send are of Nakashaha or their Gods? We don’t know. We’re foreigners in another afterlife that doesn’t belong to both of us. So we’d better be careful around here Vajendra, lest you don’t want to end up a serpents meal.’ He said before I saw a great canyon. Pointing to him, we walked inside the cavern. It was huger than anything you see on Earth. The canyons towered towards the sky, almost touching the tip of the sun. And they weren’t rock barren or yellow coloured, nor even red. It was purple and gold. A stream of liquid gold ran down through the cracks of the canyon. If bandits were even allowed, how they would have wished for something like this.


    Eagle Warrior summoned a huge spear made out of owl feathers, and wrapped a tight rope that materialized in his hands. He was probably not the most pleasant creature you’d want to spend time with. He was a bit of a hard nut to crack. But then again, I suspect if even he did open up it would do us no good. We weren’t here to make friendship. We were two creatures of the universe sent to kill this brutal tyrant that threatened to take over this world. The sound of scuffling steeped into my ear like a dam bursting with mighty power.


    My arm shoved into his chest as he stopped. Eagle Warrior looked at me with an incredulous expression with those dark deep foreboding eyes that could scare any living mortal. ‘What is it?’


    The scuffling increased again. Harder. Louder. The rocks crumbled. The canyon shook.


    Eagle Warrior braced himself. ‘Vajendra, get ready!’ He shoved me out of the way and threw me straight into one of the corners of the canyon. My body spluttered and burst through air as it hit the hard edge of a rock. I fell down instantly, unable to get up. The sound of a rustling tail above me frightened me as I leapt back. A golden scorpion clambered down from the canyon, and once done, it stood in front of me, summoning hundreds of legs and hundreds of tiny scorpions that walked inside and out. It stretched its arms, revealing all sorts of bugs and beetles. This was no ordinary scorpion. It must have been a spirit.


    The Golden Scorpion announced with a booming voice. ‘Rishi Vajendra, you stand in front of the greatest spirits of Aaru. Raan, the creator of the Universe has sent me to catch you back. You do not belong here. Neither does the Xiahuteli Warrior.’


    Eagle Warrior barked out loud with the ferocity of an eagle. ‘I only come here to defeat Nakahasha. That man ruined everything dear to me. He was the one that seduced my wife, and condemned me to the underworld for generations. When I came back, he had tricked me into believing my wife would be safe and sound. I found her dead body in the Heavens. Her dead body. Do you truly expect me to leave and not avenge her? Our mortal world is in chaos!’


    Eagle Warrior’s story was indeed sad. I wouldn’t be the only one suspecting that a lot of people that had their lived their former lives on earth a thousand years ago had grievances against the tryant. The Golden Scorpion turned on him instantly. ‘Even if that is so, Xiahuteli, you are still not welcome here. Nakahasha hasn’t existed for generations. Do you really think he’d come back now? Raan fed him to the serpent Apepa, the one that tries to consume our world every night before Raan defeats him. You have my pity, but not my acceptance.’


    Eagle Warrior bristled. ‘And who gives you the right to send us back? I will not. I have travelled many miles from my heaven to come here and I’ll be damned if I have to be sent back!’


    The Golden Scorpion’s tail rattled. ‘Silence, eagle. You wouldn’t want to taste the fate of your brethren that have dared to cross us. I don’t think words need to be sufficed as to what I will do with you when this charade is finally over.’


    No. That scorpion, being one of the most remarkable creatures I had ever seen was committing a mistake. I respected him for his loyalty, but blind loyalty is just as deceptive as dis-honesty. Eagle Warrior wasn’t going to die at the scorpion’s demands, nor by my mistakes. ‘Wait! Great Spirit, spare him.’


    Eagle Warrior retracted me back. ‘Let him be Vajendra. This is a matter between spirits.’


    Rude.


    The Golden Scorpion raised its tail. ‘What is your decision then?’


    Eagle Warrior pointed his spear at the Scorpion’s eye. ‘Your body.’


    ‘So be it.’


    The Golden Scorpion roared plunging into the sand. I looked around me before the Scorpion burst into the air, thrusting Eagle Warrior and throwing him back into a deep part of the canyon. The Scorpion roared once again with a screech that summoned hundreds of scorpions from the canyon rocks. I jumped back. I didn’t want to get a scorpion on me. Eagle Warrior somehow managed to fly into the sky and holding his spear, let out a storm of fire upon the descending scorpions. He transformed himself into an actual eagle and swept down the scorpions that clambered up the walls. The Golden Scorpion screeched in fear, clambering back onto the canyon walls before it leapt into the air.


    The Eagle flew smoothly into the canyon’s walls and cracks avoiding the scorpion’s advances. The scorpion crash landedonto the sand, his body broken. Resurgence of energy built around the body before his life came back to him again. The scorpion grew bigger and bigger, until it became so vast that my dear friend, the eagle was small. Minuscule. The Eagle descended into the sky before opening its claws. The eagle released its claws onto the Scorpion’s stomach paving a wave of gold blood. The scorpion screeched, trashing back and forth. From the tale, a golden horde of hornists and locusts descended upon Eagle. I had to act, but something told me that I shouldn’t.


    Eagle screeched as the scorpions, locusts and hornets attacked. He flew into the air, higher but he couldn’t get rid of them. They seemed to multiply. The Golden Scorpion laughed. ‘Did you think you were a match for me? A match? We could have dealt with this in the most humane way possible, but oh no you had to fight. Your carcass will be shredded to pieces! Good luck! In the underworld fool.’


    I objected. ‘Excuse me-‘


    The Golden Scorpion swiftly turned on me. ‘Unless you want to object, I suggest you keep quiet. Raan has given me orders not to harm you.’


    ‘Then leave my friend alone.’


    The Golden Scorpion shrugged. ‘It was his choice. He’s an honourable spirit, and I can sympathize with him. But no one, no foreigner just comes to Aaru and causes a great mess. Your friend’s dying-‘


    At that moment, a great whirlwind erupted us. The scorpions on Eagle’s body who by that time had managed to cut wounds onto his chest, vanished. Eagle crash-landed onto the canyon, exhausted. The Scorpion screeched before looking at me. I shrugged. It wasn’t my fight and I clearly hadn’t summoned them. Out of the dis-integrating cloud, a host appeared in front of me. A monk from the Heavens of Lian Shu who bowed down while a General mounted on a golden dragon stared back.


    The Scorpion stared at me. ‘This isn’t one of your doings is it?’


    ‘Not me.’


    The Scorpion fumed. ‘What are the beings from the Celestial Heavens doing here? This is not your land!’


    The Monk bowed. ‘Esteemed Spirit, I have come to find the tyrant Nakahasha, that brutal king that destroyed the nine realms of heaven. The Jade Emperor hearing of the return of Nakahasha, has instructed me to find him.’


    The Golden Scorpion fumed. ‘What is this? Why are creatures from the afterlife suddenly coming here? What is this nonsense? LEAVE!’


    A laugh came from behind. ‘You really think Raan sent you scorpion? Could you be part of his plan by any chance?’


    My eyes brightened. Eagle had just about enough time to recover as he limped towards me. I held his shoulders.


    The Golden Scorpion grumbled. ‘I should have never taken this assignment. Well, then. We’ll have to see to it won’t we…fine. Nakahasha has not existed for years now. He was consumed.’


    The Monk spoke. ‘Well, I have heard rumours across your land that he’s in the Duat. Isn’t that your underworld?’


    The Golden Scorpion nodded. ‘Indeed. There is no reason for you to worry anymore. We are living in age of a prescribed golden age that will never extinguish.’


    I’d had enough of this. We had to get towards the Land of the Duat. I faced the Golden Scorpion’s face that was surrounded by a mask of a golden pharaoh. Probably Raan himself. Perhaps. Perhaps if I convinced him that seeking audience with the Great God himself, then I would be able to defeat Nakahasha. The only thing was whether the Scorpion, being the arrogant spirit he was would listen to me. The Scorpion’s jaws rattled angrily. ‘What do you want now Bharatian? I have told you many times, you foreigners must leave Aaru at once.’


    I wasn’t going to leave, not on my soul. ‘No. Nakahasha is alive, and you’re the fool for not believing it.’


    The Scorpion’s tail rattled. ‘Careful, great sage. You don’t want to end up suffering a terrible fate in the Duat, to be eaten by the crocodile, to be summoned by-‘


    ‘Yes that’s fine thank you very much for your sermon, but I need to go to Raan.’


    ‘Raan? The great, eternal lord, the magnificence of his bask across the world-‘


    ‘If you wouldn’t mind stopping in between your great speeches for Raan, let me meet him, oh great golden scorpion.’


    ‘For the record, my name is not Great Golden Scorpion! That’s fake rumours designed to make me look like a fool. Wait…how dare you beseech Raan, the eternal creator of-‘


    ‘Make me meet Raan and I’ll give you proof that Nakahasha is alive.’


    The Scorpion stopped and considered to think. The monk and Eagle Warrior glanced at each other as I smirked. Clearly, I was suited to these kind of situations. I was exaggerating a little bit, but tell me if you won’t find anyone in this world that likes to exaggerate themselves. Name me one person. No one. The Scorpion finally after a complete silence of ten minutes spoke. ‘How can I trust you’re saying the truth?’





    ‘I must speak to your eternal ruler, great spirit. Please.’ There was nothing I could do now but only ask. That’s what I was forced to ask. You see, in my universe where Lord Mahabali created the Universe, I wouldn’t have had such a problem. I was known across the realms of all the Gods. I was the ambassador like Tyra of Asgardia. But unfornately a lot of time had passed since I was first sent to Earth. I’m as old…as a tree. A great tree.


    The Scorpion nodded. ‘Fine then. What about the Eagle Warrior and the Monk? Are they coming too?’


    I nodded.


    The Scorpion raised its jaws, bellowing out the hugest roar in the mightiest lands of Aaru. The roar trembled through the rocks and canyon, and suddenly it began to dis-integrate. The monk’s terrified expression didn’t hide any of his nervousness, the poor soul had journeyed a long way from the Celestial Heavens. Eagle Warrior remained calm and composed, as if all this was just a normal thing. And me? I was watching how the landscape descended into blackness before light resurged into our eyes, and a giant lion that dwarfed us ran on the fields of grass.


    The Scorpion bowed. ‘Oh Great Spirit, he who rides the seven waves, please, we must go to meet Raan.’


    The Giant Lion smirked. ‘And these creatures? They come from different universes. They are not allowed here without the God’s official permission.’


    The Scorpion bowed once more. ‘Tell me about it, Great Spirit. They ask to meet with Raan.’


    The Giant Lion grinned, revealing his giant tail for us to climb on. Gladly we did, settling onto his back. ‘Just in time. Raan is about to duel with the serpent of chaos himself. Apepa. Buckle yourselves. This will be a long ride.’


    The Giant Lion launched into the air. I was struck by the fact that the sky had turned from blue to an ocean of stars. The lion slowly transformed itself into a great golden barge, possessed with a spirit of its own. The dawn of sunset passed over through the horizon in the West. I slowly stepped down at the deck of the barge and touched the smooth water, resplendent with the colours of the universe. So silky. So pure. So soft. The water felt like a soothing touch to me, as I looked up, the universe was massive, massive that I could ever see. It felt like a million galaxies riding across each other. At the end, I saw whiteness and touched it. It was a cow. A cow. That meant only one thing. The Gods lived in this cow that surrounded their own universe. Amazing. I could see the Monk attempting to drink some of the water before the water retracted back.


    The golden barge spoke. ‘The Monk is not allowed to drink from the body of Nut for he has no sacred permission from the Gods to do so.’


    That sounded way too technical. ‘And why can’t he drink from these waters? Aren’t we all creatures of the eternal universe?’


    The voice of the golden barge let out a harsh chuckle. ‘Agreed, a great sage. But understand this. No mortal or immortal from any realm can touch our water and claim it for themselves. Only Nut will allow the water to drink from someone that is enlightened.’


    The Monk protested. ‘But I am a disciple of the great Mahadeva! I’m one of his top disciples!’


    The golden barge’s voice showed no shift in the change of mercy or empathy for the monk. ‘You do not deserve to drink it for you are not worthy. It isn’t your time. However, great sage, you must drink from it.’


    ‘Why me?’ Both the Monk and I exchanged furious glances at each other. Of course, we’d drink it so we could become more powerful.


    The Barge laughed. ‘Why you? A good question. Drink, and you shall receive the answer.’


    Scooping up the water, I drank. A sudden bright light took command me as I fell into the abyss, falling into oblivion, unable to make any sense of what was happening. I couldn’t comprehend colours, time, space and gravity. None of it made any sense. I landed with a huge bump, as the golden light couldn’t pierce my eyes. Eagle Warrior and the Monk were nowhere to be seen. I arose to see the God himself. The Great God. The man with the head of a ram. The Sun God. I couldn’t do anything but bowed in front of him as we stood on the deck of a huge barge. This barge was packed to the brim with soldiers and archers, all wearing golden resplendent armour and arrows.


    Scooping up the water, I drank. A sudden bright light took command me as I fell into the abyss, falling into oblivion, unable to make any sense of what was happening. I couldn’t comprehend colours, time, space and gravity. None of it made any sense. I landed with a huge bump, as the golden light couldn’t pierce my eyes. Eagle Warrior and the Monk were nowhere to be seen. I arose to see the God himself, overlooking the entire universe, which was a dark purple sky glittered with a hundred million gold stars. Spirits with the colours of gold and red sprung around the entire universe. Rose leafs and blue petals floated across the universe. The Great God. The man with the head of a ram. The Sun God. I couldn’t do anything but bowed in front of him as we stood on the deck of the solar barge. This barge was packed to the brim with soldiers and archers, all wearing golden resplendent armour and arrows.


    The Sun God smiled. ‘Rishi Vajendra from Swargaloka, if I’m correct? You can call me Raan.’


    To be bowing down in front of a God that is the eternal creator of a different universe is no less an honour than anything else. Mere mortals would dream of such a thing. Here I was, being granted the audience of a lifetime. Time would not be wasted now. ‘Great Raan, bless me. Nakahasha has revived and is promising to destroy Khetra as we speak.’


    Raan received a great trident from one of his generals. Raan raised the trident, a golden splurt of energy summoning the heavens strength towards him. The general went back and raised his sword, roaring with might. The soldiers went straight to their catapult stations that would dwarf the ones made on earth. Giant Ballista’s on every side of the barge, and weapons that spurted out huge bolts of fire. The archers assembled into ranks, being shouted by their officers. They drew their bows, and waited.


    Raan stopped and turned to me. ‘I appreciate you coming to me in such a difficult time. Do you know what will happen tonight?’


    I had no clue. ‘No, I don’t…know.’


    Raan chuckled. ‘And I thought Mahabali told me you were a diplomat of the universe. Your fame is well known Vajendra.’


    ‘I apologise, great Raan.’


    ‘As you must. I journey to the realm of the underworld, having being swallowed by the Goddess Nut, to deal with Apepa. The great serpent of chaos. The one infernal beast that threatens to over-take all I have created. All I have ever built. All I have ever laboured through my years of hard work and effort. Even you would acknowledge the same, in your realm, the demons over there are fighting with the Gods. I heard Hanuman, one of your Monkey Gods, taking a mountain through the sky to gather medicine for his army to defeat the Demon King of a small island. We don’t even have that within ours.’


    I was even surprised quite frankly that he even knew of what happened in my realm!


    Raan nodded. ‘There are things much bigger than an undead pharaoh’s ka which should have been extinguished years ago. One of our scribes that was in charge made a monumental mistake in not finishing it off. Or was it a priest…I am unsure. My memory is but a vague distance now. Too much to handle, too much to take in at one point. He is not my concern now. Watch.’


    The roar trembled the ocean of Nut. I turned to see the great serpent towering over the barge. The golden serpent was ten million miles long, the head was made of anger and lust devoid of any emotion that could resemble happiness or love. It was hatred. Hatred on an unimaginable scale. Hatred of anything mortal or immortal. Hatred of skin. Hatred of colour. Hatred of the pettiest things in the entire universe. The Serpent spoke with the faint shimmer of a once golden voice. ‘Raan! We battle every day and every night for the domination of my creation! I will spare you, if you would be so kind to abandon your role and give it back to me.’


    Raan chuckled back. ‘There is a reason why you were not worthy. It was Zeus, the God of the Pantheons exiled the Titans to an era of slavery. Zeus took the throne. And he has brought glory, progress to his realm. Leave now. Leave this creation. Leave my creation at once!’


    The Serpent chuckled. ‘Never.’


    ‘Then you leave me no choice.’


    What happened then I couldn’t even describe to any mortal. Setha, the God of the Desert appeared to overpower Raan, Sobeka, the God of the great Nilea River appeared holding a huge golden trident with a golden orb of green energy bursting around it. Horus and Thotha appeared in their golden chariots with huge armies ready to take on the might of Apepa. Three great lights flashed in front of me. A great protruding bang on the solar barge awoke me. It was Odina, the God of Asgardia. Wearing the most magnificent helmet known to mankind, with two great golden horns sticking out, he beamed with pride. Ten thousand warriors of Asgardia marched with halberds meant to damage the forces of chaos. Lightening cackled into the sky, as Thora the God of Thunder appeared with his mighty iron hammer, grinning. Another shot of lightening emerged from the Universe, as I gawked.


    Zeusa, the eternal founder of the Pantheon and Ares, the God of War came with the force of ten thousand hoplites ready and armed. A great light beamed from the top of the Universe, and Ahuran Mazdan emerged, sitting on his great eagle that swept the sky. Ten thousand golden immortals also walked across the clouds to meet the great serpent. Apepa wasn’t alone. Out of all the creatures, he invoked the enemies of each God’s own universes. A great battle was about to take place. While the forces readied for battle, Raan smiled at me. ‘I suppose you’ve never seen such a gathering before have you?’


    I shook my head. I couldn’t even take what was going on.


    Raan clasped my shoulder. ‘It will all make sense one day.’ He said before turning to Zeusa, Thora, AhuranMazdan and Sobeka and Setha.


    ‘Thank you for coming today. I appreciate the Gods help in helping me with this infernal beast.’


    Odina chuckled. ‘Infernal beasts are the worst of any kind. They’re a blot on creation itself.’


    Thor nodded. ‘Take me into the direction of the infernal beast and I’ll be beating his body before it turns black and blue. The God of Thunder doesn’t fight for nothing.’ He said with a wink.


    Zeusa rumbled. ‘The beasts. This is why I exiled the Titans to a debtitiude of slavery. It is because of their…their arrogance that mankind has to suffer. We will all help you for today. Besides, it allows me to flex my muscles even though I resemble an old man.’


    Setha meanwhile talked with Thora. ‘So this is your infamous hammer is it?’


    Thora smiled. ‘Why yes it is. Worthy enough to strike down a hundred enemies of Asgardia itself.’





















































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    Chapter 3 - now taking elsewhere in the universe. Chapter 2 will reach a obv conclusion,

    My quest to find my country’s missing gold had flopped miserably. I was now blamed for the robbery of ten thousand gold crowns. As if. A great roar from the idiotic crowd summoned around me. Light shone through the gaps of the Royal Court. Heavy iron chains clasped me down. My powers were too sapped for me to react after enduring ten days of torture. My legs failed to co-operate and my brain couldn’t think. I stared down, my head bent. Walking down the narrow bridge that gaps five sides of the yellow chasm, within the huge cave, I was already beginning to feel drowsy. The stairs beneath my legs descended into smaller steps. Heavy hands shoved me into the middle of the desert court, as I fell down to the great circle of Blasphemers or that was what it was called. Ten guards surrounded me, all clothed in desert clothing.


    The crowd were all assembled like hungry jackals, sitting on the over-crowded seats. Desperate like hyenas, they were there to witness the execution of a stranger that they had never set their eyes on before. I could only barely watch their pathetic reactions before my eyes set on a limestone throne surrounded by two more bigger, muscled guards armed with axes and swords. The big fat Governor of the city of Aksum stared at me with glaring eyes. I truly wondered who had made him ‘Governor’. Around him, a council of ten elders in their old age looked at me while plucking grapes into their mouth, some sleeping and some snoring like wild dogs. They were just there for the show that was about to be performed on this stage.


    The Governor yawned with a sagging mouth. ‘Vajendra of…something something, or whatever place you come from,’ he paused, the audience laughing in tears. ‘You are hereby under-arrest for the robbery of fifteen hundred pounds of gold crowns. Gold that belongs to the people of the city.’ Funny for him to say that, after all I was being framed for a case in which I had no involvement. And with that the crowd joined in, shouting their most ‘cleverest’ insults.


    A pathetic little ugly commoner shouted with his voice reaching for the skies. ‘Yes! Torture him till he spills out the gold!’


    A plain merchant lady shouted with all her might. ‘Foreigners like him deserve to be hanged! I call the hanging for him!’ At that the crowd roared with might. Perhaps they never saw anything happening in their town. I was meant to be a sacrifice.


    Honestly, if I wanted to be a sacrifice, I would leave it to the Mayans or Aztec. These Aksumites were quite bored. If only Hornblower hadn’t left me here to run off from Admiral Quzen. I’d get down to the bottom of it later. Provided I would escape. At the moment, it seemed impossible with ten guards staring at me.


    The Governor raised his hand. ‘Be that as may, we provide fair and legal trials to the accused so they may be proven guilty, or not.’ At that the crowd groaned. I smiled. The Governor sensed his opportunity with a grin. That wasn’t good. Not good at all. ‘Even though they are guilty, it is only fair we give them a chance to confess their crimes before they are eaten by my pet.’ Well that didn’t put me in a good chance for survival either.


    The Governor boomed. ‘Does the defendant have a lawyer to defend him?’ he asked. No one came. Silence for about ten minutes. The Governor, clipping his fingernails sighed before slamming his hammer on the table. ‘Well, let’s get on with it! He’ll be hanged tomorrow morning.’ The crowd roared with enthusiasm and might. You know when people call for your hanging; it’s not the best experience in the world. I closed my eyes as I was dragged away to be forever doomed, never to get to Satyuloka.


    ‘I call upon the accused for a fair trial!’ I jerked to the new voice. A strange looking man, dressed in a red hat, with a red coat, three pistols and two rapiers attached to his waist, walked with a confident beaming smile. Hornblower. The ing bastard. He had actually made it. After disappearing from me when he promised to take me to that Mayan Temple. Hornblower twirled his mustache, before shooting his pistol in the air. A desert monkey screeched from the roof of the cave, jumping down. Hornblower shot the charging monkey. The monkey collapsed, falling down into the abyss.


    The Governor’s eyes furrowed with fury. ‘And how is it that a pirate can become a lawyer for the accused?’ The crowd agreed with him.


    ‘Should hang him as well! Pirates aren’t welcome here.’ A merchant shouted.


    Idiot merchant. When all this would be over, he’d be the first to face my wrath.


    Hornblower smiled, ducking down to me. He whispered. ‘Sorry for the mis-hap…certain things went out of hand there. My actions in this situation,’ he said drawing his hands. ‘Are sealed. Just let me do the talking. And oh, if you want to know, save me!’ he said, staggering slightly from last’s night drink.


    Save him? How could I save a pirate that had told me his problems about Quzen last night in an inn? About the fact that Quzen had forced him to transport slaves when he didn’t want too? And that is how he went into hiding. And I meanwhile, before I was dragged in chains and tortured for ten days, agreed to save him from Quezen’s wrath in exchange for me finding the man that stole half of my spiritual powers.


    Hornblower raised his finger at the Governor, grinning. ‘You see, although I might be a pirate…I must ask to the fair and lovely people of the city just one question.’ He said, winking at a few beautiful ladies. ‘Have you ever seen, touched or felt the fifteen hundred pounds of gold? Have you, fair merchant? Or have you,’ he said, pacing around like a theatre artist. He would have made for a good theatre artist. ‘Or you, a fair and honest shopkeeper that works and toils day after day? What do you get?’


    The shopkeeper wearing bright clothes was taken aback, obviously not expecting to be picked out, his young but beautiful daughter staring at him, while his wife huffed. All eyes turned to him. ‘I…live in this city fair and square. I make an honest man’s wages.’ Hornblower laughed.


    ‘You? An honest shopkeeper? I’ve raided ships worth twice of what you earn. You sit here, scraping your back. Your daughter might be married to a well-known boy, only except if our Governor here wanted her....’ the pirate’s voice trailed away.


    The shopkeeper raged. ‘No Governor will have my daughter. She’s my pride. She’s my joy. I will have his guts out for dinner if he does that. We can vote him out!’


    At that a moment of chorus agreed with each other.


    ‘Course we can! Personally I wanted the handsome Aasa to be Governor.’ Another robed women said, sighing.


    Hornblower raised his hands, circling around me, pointing and attacking the audience. I had to admit, he was doing a pretty good job of distracting the audience. ‘Have you not, fair people of Aksumita, toiled for years? Has the Governor not become fat on your taxes? Your money?’ The crowd roared with enthausim. The Governor yelped, seeing his power wane.


    ‘Aye, we should hang him instead! Then steal all his gold!’ A young man said. Well, at least I had some support now.


    ‘No, report him to the Shahenshah Darius! His Immortals will exile him out of there.’ A voice said hidden beneath the crowd. I wondered who it was.


    ‘Spare this man! He’s innocent!’ Another voice joined. Well, I had almost been saved. Almost. And it was thanks to this insufferable pirate named Hornblower.


    The Governor slammed his hammer, enraged with the prospect that a mere pirate had sapped his power from his local audience. ‘Enough!’ he boomed. ‘all those who wish to oppose me shall pay a visit to my pet tiger. After that, they will not exist!’ that shut the audience, fear is a powerful weapon when used by the wrong people.


    The Governor smirked, continuing. ‘May I remind the so-called lawyer that these are only false accusations based on me. I am the sole authority here. People obey me.’


    Hornblower shrugged, laughing. ‘Ha, and who’d want to serve a fat bastard like you?’


    That blew the Governor’s rage off. The Governor turned to his council of elders. One was sleeping like a wild jackal, while another kept stuffing as many grapes into his mouth. The others just read their books for the time being. The Governor slammed his hammer. ‘Stop sleeping idiot! We have important state of affairs to discuss.’


    The sleeping jackal spurt out, startled from the harsh cry. ‘Waffenguk! Eh? Where am I? Who am I?’


    The Governor sighed. ‘Please don’t tell me you’ve lost your mind again.’


    The sleeping jackal smiled. ‘What is the purpose of life then if you don’t lose your mind?’ The crowd laughed in applause as he bowed. Hornblower chuckled along with them. The Governor’s rubbing of his temples meant something bad was going to happen. His cheeks reddened. ‘THROW THIS IDIOT BACK TO THE KINGDOM OF THE MENTAL LUNATICS!’ Fun fact. In a time of chaos, the Kingdom of Mental Lunatics had taken over the world.


    Cows went flying in the air literally; people debated each to the ends of the world, on huge tall buildings. Others went slapping each other’s bottom for fun. It was pure chaos.


    And that is all you need to know about them.


    The crowd went on laughing. The Governor gestured to his guards, as the circle I stood on rumbled. One of the caves around the chasm had opened a stone bridge extending. Out of it, the huge tiger came, drawling with blood on his face, human remains splattered on his coat. I could sense something in him though. Freedom. He needed to be free. The crowd went silent at the sheer sight of him.


    Hornblower as usual, went off his with ridiculous statement. ‘That is one…huge…beast.’ He said, this time nervous.


    Animals in the behaviour of humans are often abused. Make no doubt about it. The Governor smiled. ‘Anyone that tries to dis-obey me now will meet my tiger. Anyone willing to voice their opinion? Please, I’m willing to hear it.’ Not a single voice came. Time passed for what seemed like hours before the Governor gestured to his guards.


    As I was dragged back up the stairs around the great chasm, my eyes drew daggers with Hornblower. I’d get revenge from him, even though he was a friend of mine. The ground shook. Each and every time I passed up a stair, it began to shake further and further.


    The hall’s mountain caves erupted, stone collapsing into the bridges. People fled for their lives, screams rushed through the atmosphere. I didn’t know what was happening. My eyes darted to Hornblower as he grinned back.


    It was him that did it!


    Frankly enough, a great ship broke into the rumbling hall using it’s ram to break through the desert rocks. The Governor, obviously freaked out ordered his guards to surround the ship.


    Most of the guards retreated up the stairs and exited, not bothering to save their petty lives for a fat bastard Governor. The Governor raged, getting out of his seat. The nine elders had jumped onto Hornblower’s ship, running and scampering like the cowards they were. The Governor grabbed a huge staff from his guard, and began to beat the poor tiger senseless. It took a lot of balls to do that. The tiger’s eyes cowered, but his sense of rage was beginning to course through my veins.


    ‘Idiot tiger! I served you humans for years, orgies for years, and this is how you repay me! Go and eat that idiot pirate.’ By this time the guards that held the chain of the tiger had escaped. The tiger shook itself off the chains, wanting to get away from the Governor’s rage. He’d been humbled, and beaten to submission. He had to get freed. In fact he might have been a possible chance of escape. The tiger growled, running towards Hornblower. The pirate unsheathed his rapier, and ran towards the tiger.


    As I watched from the stairs, cannon fire rumbled into the air. The Governor’s Guards had exited down the corridors to fight the pirate ship. An easier target than dealing with the tiger. By this time, the crowd in the stadium had escaped. Though an old man sitting in the abandoned stadium munched on his corn, obviously excited by this fight. Two guards still held hold of me, unsure of what to do. Hornblower leapt onto the tiger, narrowly avoiding his teeth, swinging in the air before he jumped over, running towards his ship.


    The Governor shouted with a great cry, standing there. ‘Get that BASTARD!’ he pointed to me. Spears and shields clattered around me. I turned to see the two guards running for their life. The tiger jumped, like a glorious animal leaping onto the stairs. It landed as the stairs began to crack, growling at me. It’s eyes blazing with fire. I was still standing on the stairs, although I was aware that any moment, a stone could come crumbling down and that would be the end of me.


    Any man would be scared at the sight of it. I wasn’t. I touched it softly as it let out its stinking breath. Needless to say I would have to take a bath later. The tiger growled before softening. The great beast stared at me as I entered its unconsciousness mind. Time seemed to stop. And for a minute, it was pure bliss.


    As I entered the vast fragmentation of his mind, a jungle surrounded me. There, the tiger looked at me. But in glory, in vain and in vigour. He did not look like the old, bruised and dirty-trodden tiger. The tiger growled at me. ‘Who are you human? Be gone before you end up as one of my prey.’


    I laughed. ‘I’m not here to do that. I’m here to tell you that you should get out of the confines. Get out of this desert.’


    The tiger scoffed. ‘As if, I am Anashual, the greatest tiger in the world, the King of the Tigers, everyone respects me.’


    Raising my eyebrows, I could know he was bluffing. Inside his soul was tortured, wanting to break out. ‘You were exiled a long time ago as a cub. You are a young tiger, yet you submit yourself to the fat Governor of this long-forgotten province.’


    The tiger laughed back. His arrogance had surrounded him completely. ‘He gives me food, for free. I don’t have to hunt all day. Besides…it is a comforting life.’


    I really needed to expose the truth now. ‘What horror? That Governor tortured you, yet you listen to his crap. You are no great tiger. You are a fool. Spend all your years here, then there will be a day when you regret, when you regret that you had the opportunity to escape from here. You will die as an old tiger waving his regrets, but no one will listen to you. ’ I said, leaving to exit.


    ‘Wait!’ That got him. ‘What do you mean I’ll die as an old tiger, who are you? You’re no human. You’re some sort of special mystic force. Who are you-‘ I needed to shut him up.


    ‘I’m nobody.’ I said facing to turn him. ‘I’m just a man telling you to kill that Governor, and I will ensure your freedom. Is that what you want the most?’


    The tiger nodded.


    ‘Well then it’s presumed. Go and kill the Governor!’ I said, leaving his subconcisouness mind.


    The tiger glanced at me with renewed respect, gesturing at me to jump on board. I gladly did. The fat Governor had meanwhile escaped onto Hornblower’s ship. The guards had been decimated, while the rest had fleed. There Hornblower wrestled with the fat Governor. It wasn’t a sight of heroics, more like someone trying to escape. The tiger ran, as I felt its full force pushing me quickly. Arriving onto the ship, I dismounted as the fat Governor stared in horror, running at the sight of the tiger.


    The cave’s rocks and cornered areas began to break, rumbling down. Each bridge began to break. The fat governor raised his arm at the end of the ship’s deck at the tiger. ‘No! Wait, please, I did everything for you…I gave you humans!’


    The tiger growled. ‘It was not enough to put me into a lifetime of slavery.’


    The fat governor hustled, giggling nervously. ‘About that….well you weren’t a slave…your mother died protecting you. I needed you since you were a rare species. We…’ he had spilled out the truth.


    With some…cunning behind it.


    The tiger growled, roaring as a grisly sight began to emerge. I would not talk about it. The fat Governor’s body was thrown away as it fell into the abyss. The ship had begun to shake, the entire mountain cave teared off, rocks stumbling off each other.


    I turned to Hornblower who by this time had taken command of the wheel.


    He roared with the might of a lion possessing his body. ‘TOPS! SAILS! GALLENT! HAUL THE LINES! FULL SPEED AHEAD!’ At that minute, sailors rushed past me, tightening ropes. Others unfurled the sails, walking up the ropes. Cannon potholes were shut.


    I ran to Hornblower. ‘You sure we’ll get out of here?’ I said as stumbling rock nearly avoided contact with our ship.


    Hornblower struggled on the wheel, before letting it twist. The ship swirled. I jumped to the other end of the deck as it was jerking and moving. Finally the ship began to regain balance. It erupted with speed, but as I watched, the rocks were quickly surrounding us. The mountain was collapsing. I closed my eyes.


    Hornblower navigated the ship, bellowing orders. I opened to see my eyes staring at a dust cloud. It grew quicker and quicker as we exited the great chasm which by this time had all but vanished into the abyss. The ship escaped from the great mountain as I sighed, before the Sandstorm had begun to pick up with pace. Hornblower twisted the wheel as we went straight towards the ocean.


    I sighed, after all that had happened. ‘I suppose you’ll be wanting to go to the Temple of Quzectocol.’


    Hornblower nodded, before grinning nervously. ‘Erm..about that. You often told me of a man that stole your spiritual powers if I am right?’


    I nodded.


    Hornblower scratched his neck. ‘Well…I sort of helped him in taking it from you.’


    I blew out my rage. ‘What? You mean you helped him take away my spiritual powers? You don’t know what I am. I could turn you into a tiny insect, into anything! I could curse your life! You don’t know what powers I have, pirate.’


    Hornblower raised his hands. ‘I dab my hands empty of this mess mate, believe me. I didn’t like that guy, too…’ he gestured. ‘Off. Don’t worry, I have a master plan, we’ll go and take back that power of his.’


    ‘And deal with your troubles.’ I pointed out.


    Hornblower shrugged. He took things too lightly. ‘Who cares? DED it doesn’t matter now. Besides, at least we’ll be able to get my gold back.’


    I wondered what had happened to my gold. Except if he hadn’t taken it… ‘Please don’t say you took my gold back in the ends of the ship did you?’ I asked him.


    Hornblower grinned. ‘Of course! I intend to take this ship, pillage and loot as I like. I’m sure we won’t have a problem with that, do we Vajendra?’ he said cocking his pistol at me. I moved it away and sighed, looking towards the horizon. We’d have to find that blasted Temple.













































































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    I wonder where that gold is and whether the sage would finally get it without more bloodshed .Is it really in that temple or would it lead them to another place ?
    I really love this story man .This magic seems strangely enough............................believable .I always dream in a Lovecraftian style that maybe the Egyptians did not conjyre up all those thoughts from nothing .Maybe they saw some things out there in the deserts of Libya or the Deep Nile or the hot rocky deserts of Nubia .

    In your story, i really love how different mythological creatures and god come together .I esp[ecially loved the fight between eagle warrior and the golden Scorpion and its non climatic ending with a meeting with god himself for our patrogonist .
    All i can say is that..........................Well done my boy and +rep.

    Here's a little something to further inspire you .
    Spoiler Alert, click show to read: 
    To anyone concerned. I am leaving twc. Bye and best of luck.
    And Pike thanks for supporting me always.

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    Quote Originally Posted by mad orc View Post
    I wonder where that gold is and whether the sage would finally get it without more bloodshed .Is it really in that temple or would it lead them to another place ?
    I really love this story man .This magic seems strangely enough............................believable .I always dream in a Lovecraftian style that maybe the Egyptians did not conjyre up all those thoughts from nothing .Maybe they saw some things out there in the deserts of Libya or the Deep Nile or the hot rocky deserts of Nubia .

    In your story, i really love how different mythological creatures and god come together .I esp[ecially loved the fight between eagle warrior and the golden Scorpion and its non climatic ending with a meeting with god himself for our patrogonist .
    All i can say is that..........................Well done my boy and +rep.

    Here's a little something to further inspire you .
    Spoiler Alert, click show to read: 

    Thanks for the rep and pic! The conclusion for Chap 2 will take some time but it'll be worth it.

    Think God of War where the Gods know about each other, my world has a comfortableness of Gods and heroes being close to each other.

    This was more of a individual plot quest. So by the end, Vajendra and Hornblower(whose name is changed to Chauncey) go on their adventures and the gold stuff was more or less an 'excuse'.
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    Chapter 4

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    Birds chirped into the air as I itched my legs. The underworld temple of Quaztecotol was around here in this blasted jungle. Our pathway was full of muddy swamps and marshes, and the only way to enter the Underworld Temple was to go through the portal which was guarded by the Lazarians. We had spent the good half of a journey being thrust apart by nature’s fury. And dear Gods, it was not something I would describe in a pleasant manner. My head was shaking, the heat was making me sweat like a pig. ‘Captain’ Chauncey and his so-called merry band of pirates were shuffling through the bushes. We made our way towards the Lazzarian Camp.


    Shuffling his way through the bushes, Chauncey bobbed his head. A peanut. He eat it. I sat back in disgust. No one eats a half dirty rotten peanut stuck in a marshy ground filled with all sorts of weird creatures. Not to mention Jaguars, Lions, Great Eagles, great griffins and whatnot. Moving towards the edge of the cliff, we came across the great Portal to the Underworld. Technically it wasn’t the underworld. It was a different world, just a lower dimension. The great ruins of a Tapoazalei city stood in front of us. A huge waterfall formed a pool of water. Huge coloured stone slabs lay on inside the pool. It was covered with the paintings of golden snakes but marred with huge green vines. The whole area was green. I looked up, a resending layer of statues of Gods stacked upon each other was in sleep, almost as if waiting to be awakened.


    Exotic parrots, filled with different colours cawed and hawked at each other, observing the Lazzarian Guards, who were armed with firearms and muskets, patrolling the area in case the Xiahuteli arrived.


    Chauncey came up to me, taking out his telescope. He observed the guards. With a nod, he clicked it shut. ‘Right, Vaj. Here’s the plan.’ He raised his finger pointing at the Lazarian Guards. ‘I go and distract them with the sound of an eagle. You go there, and use…your powers to go and well…beat them down!’ he said. It sounded like a good plan, for now.


    A sailor arrived, who looked like he hadn’t long set foot on land, for a very long time indeed. ‘Captain, the crew’s a bit restless. Says there are those Reptile warriors lurking around here.’


    Chauncey turned on him. ‘Shut it. We don’t need to attract their attention to me. I’ll launch a barrel, and I’ll shoot. We’ll be getting into the portal sooner or later. What da ya say?’ He said, with a grin.


    I had grown to lukewarmly admire him. Not like, admire. I shrugged. ‘Sounds like a great plan, now let’s go!’ I said.


    Chauncey smiled. ‘Excellent! Move you bloody scabbards!’ he said to his crew, as they cocked their pistols and began to load them. A barrel was brought, before they prepared to blow it up. Chauncey lit the gunpowder, as it blew causing a loud explosion. That was the signal. I, Chauncey and the rest of the crew drew out our pistols and began to climb down the vines. I charged with my full might, shooting any Lazarian foolish enough to stand in my way. Transforming my pistol into a sword through my spiritual powers, I clashed with a Lazarian before kicking him to the ground.


    A Lazarian punched the butt of his musket into my ribs. I staggered back, before summoning the spell of Shiva, as it made four Lazarians that were about to charge at me, flop into the air and land into a lake of crocodiles. I had to admit, Lazarians were really easy to fight against.


    Except for their enraged commander, who by this time was punching a pirate black and blue. I blasted out my spell. The spell caused him to flop in the air before he landed against the wall, dazing into sleep. The waterfall continued to flow, while the Lazarians were getting outnumbered by our crew. Sailors clashed with the Lazarians, one sailor delivering a cutting blow on a Lazarian solider with his dagger. Some Lazarians raised their muskets and fired, bringing two of our crew down.


    I looked towards Chauncey. A charging Lazarian roared to the top of his might, pointing his bayonet at the pirate. Chauncey ran up to him with the same enthuse, before skidding down and stopping. The young Lazarian closed his eyes and was about to stab, before he fell over another cliff, yelling. Chauncey grabbed his hat and bowed. ‘I have to admit, he was a brave ‘un.’


    The Lazarians had been defeated, many of them dead, what little remained had fled. The portal stood in front of us, glowing and shimmering like bright light. Chauncey went ahead as the rest of the crew joined him. Taking my chances, we entered the portal. A bright light flashed ahead of us before I saw something that was shocking.


    An entire port of airships from different worlds. Some were huge frigates, and others were reptilian or animal type ships. Huge turtle cities stood in port. The people also looked weirdly different, as if they were from another race 0r the underworld. Elves and Dwarves spent most of their time in this part; the human world had grown too boring for them. And there were taller giants, taller humans beings and some humanoids all hassling into huge passenger ships towards the greater heavens.


    Chauncey looked at me with an incredulous expression. ‘I suspect I was expecting a little more…godly stuff. But it’s been a long time since I last came here, and there was none,’ he said gesturing to the whole port. ‘Of this.’


    ‘Well, you insulted that God.’ I told him. Apparently, he’d slept with a Xiahateuli’s God concubine. Great way to land yourself in trouble. ‘I’m here to make sure he doesn’t get the better of you.’


    Chauncey grinned. ‘Course! Course! That God…’ his voice staggered away nervously. Perhaps he didn’t want to be reminded of those events. I swear, Chauncey had an interesting past than even he dared to admit.


    ‘Ahem!’ A voice turned me and Chauncey to see a port official mumbling to his scribe accompanied by a series of huge looking guards, armoured with huge blue shields. ‘This is the Gateway to the Netherworlds and Otherworlds. By the order of Emperor Archeanon, the great ruler of the universe and blessed with Lord Shiva’s blessings, I will ask you now. What is your business here?’


    I was about to talk before Chauncey raised his hand. ‘Ah! You see, I’m on a quest to meet a God.’


    The Official was not amused. ‘A God? You? A pirate?’ His scribe shared the same glance. ‘You’re not the type of person that would mess with a God.’


    Chauncey staggered with his arms widely, exaggerating his voice. ‘eh…well, I did sleep with a concubine.’


    The Port official’s eyes widened. ‘And you survived?’


    Chauncey resumed his normal confidence. He was back in the game. ‘Black and kettle it was. I did sleep, manage to escape before…I destroyed his temple.’


    The Port Official looked at me, and then at Chauncey before he laughed. Chauncey’s confidence fell flat like a man falling down into the ocean. ‘You? A pirate? Sleeping with a God’s concubine? Deary me, what is the world coming to these days. You upper world people have no idea what happens here. You won’t fool me, pirate. Otherwise, you’d be hanged, if it wasn’t for the treaty to ‘treat’ all people as equal, I’d have you put in jail. Now, where is your destination?’


    Chauncey raised his hand. ‘Ah, you see,’ he said walking over to the Port Official, and scrolling down his book. The Port Official’s looks were warning enough. Chauncey found the spot and dabbed at it. ‘There! The Servants of Xctacala.’


    The Port official smirked. ‘That’ll be twelve thousand fifteen hundred crowns. You’ll need a frigate, or a gallon at best.’


    Chauncey was disappointed as if he never set eyes on a ship before. ‘What about the big one? First rate?’


    The Port Official laughed. ‘Pirates wouldn’t be able to command such a ship. If you want it, it’ll be one hundred thousand crowns. Do you have the money?’


    Chauncey’s expression of what little confidence had resumed instantly vanished. His crew looked at him with expressions of mortified horror, amusement and shock. Gesturing to his crew, they shrugged. They had no gold with them. All the looting was to be done in the temple while he distracted the God. I decided to go the Port Official, at least he’d have some respect for me.


    Turns out, he did. ‘You…I’ve heard of you before.’ The Port Official said.


    I nodded. ‘Prince Vajendra, adventurer and seafarer from the Cholan Empire.’


    The Port Official smiled. ‘Excellent! I’ve heard tales of your quests, you almost seem to be a man for the job. What do you need? I can give you the finest ship in this port.’


    I acted humbly. ‘Thank you, sir. I only require a first rate.’


    The Port official nodded, shoving the book into his scribe’s hand before he scurried off to get the ship. He didn’t even charge me a penny. Chauncey’s face was one of admiration and jealousy. He staggered up to me, flapping his arms like a drunkard. ‘Have to say, in all my glorious career as a pirate, I’ve never seen it done so easily. Rooting for you mate. Have to learn from you. You might become my right-hand man one day if you’re up for it.


    ‘Thanks, but no thanks.’


    Chauncey shrugged. ‘Your loss mate.’


    ****


    It was only a while later before we stood on the great behemoth of a ship. Chauncey was already admiring the wheel and the vastness of the ship. These pirates have such affiliations towards ships even I can never understand. It is just a boat of wood ready to be destroyed. Moving on, the official had provided with an unusually strange crew. There were reptiles, bears and lizard-snake men. All possessing the body structure of humans. Chauncey didn’t care. What crew manned this ship was more than enough.


    And so we made our descent into the underworld. Chauncey bellowed to the sailors. ‘Tops! Unfurl the mainsail! Broadside! Let loose the winds!’ he said turning the wheel. As I watched, hundreds of other airships passed us. The crew went to work to carry out Chauncey’s orders. Sailors unfurled the masts, ropes were tightened and cannon decks were opened. Elven warships descending into the clouds, while huge Dwarven Fortress ships made their way towards Karak Nazagak, the great Dwarven city that lay on top of the cloud. Animals bellowed before a huge whale, far bigger than our ship appeared, swimming into the clouds. I never thought it was possible that we would see such creatures.


    A dragon bellowed in the sky, and I turned to see it swirl around us. Funnily enough, it didn’t attack. That didn’t bother the crew who couldn’t care in the slightest. They were used to it. And so our ship picked up speed, as I could see more passenger ships floating through the crowds. Suddenly, the wind picked up. The clouds darkened. A storm brewed like a pot of burned soup. I didn’t know what happened next, but I found myself dangling on Chauncey’s legs. Our ship jerked. The winds were a hard gaze on the sails. Water poured through the decks, as our ship jerked sideways before I was nearly taken away by a jerk of the ship. Our ship cascaded through the choppy air, turbulence hitting us, water rushing from the deck to the upper portion. Sailors desperately tried to cling on to ropes before they were swept away by the wind.


    A hard wind brought on us. Air forcing our ship to rollick up and down. The wind blew fast into my face, before rain erupted like a thunderstorm. The rain washed onto our decks, causing me to slip. Sailors rushed towards the main sails and foreyards, trying to tighten more ropes around them. Chauncey bellowed out. ‘Tighten those sails! Tops! Sails! Gallant! To the sheets!’ A great deal of lightning emerged, crackling into the air. Strong gales with hard bursts of wind hit our ship. Our ship turned from side to side, causing some of the crew to fall down to the abyss. I looked down. It was too far for me even myself. The wind had become colder than ever, and the rain following down on me was too much to handle.


    Chauncey, however, didn’t seem perturbed the least. ‘Keep the sails high! Don’t want any of you dropping off! I paid good money for you lot, you know!’ Funny for him to say that when we got the ship for free. Thanks to me.


    A roar descended as I looked up. Chauncey grabbed a huge telescope from the deck and looked up. A bright light shone up from the sky and it seemed to come hurtling towards us.


    Chauncey looked at me. ‘This isn’t one of your power thingy magjigy is it?’


    I shrugged. ‘No idea, Chauncey. No idea.’


    Chauncey stared at his compass and then nodded. ‘Right! Broadside! Load the cannons!’ Instantly, the sailors rushed off to their stations despite the fierce storm. Whatever that light was, Chauncey wasn’t going to take any of it. My feet could feel rumbling beneath. Cannon holes opened as I ran to the edge of the deck. The light appeared, like a comet hurtling towards us.


    Chauncey shouted out loud. ‘Fire!’ the scream rippled through the ship. Cannon fire was released with a huge broadside. The light’s aura began to weaken down, its shield weakening by the second. The light made straight, hurtling faster than ever. The storm still beckoned on us, lightning still striking for us. The sailors got out their pistols as it was just an inch closer to us.


    They fired. A flash shone above before I was shocked to see what was in front of me. It wasn’t a weird monster or anything like that. It was a group of heroes set on a journey to save the world. I shook my head. If it wasn’t one thing these people did, it was always saving the world. I mean how many villains would these people have fought just to save it. There’s no fame, no glory attached once you’ve done it. When I observed myself, I had a job to correct small things in the world. Sure, I had more than enough powers to do the over-mighty ‘save the world’ nonsense, but then it would become boring.


    There, beautiful women armoured with sword and shield glanced at me. An Orc warrior stood by him, a mage, a scholar, and a Dwarf, taller to a degree. All of them held their swords, muskets whatever they possessed in their arms. Chauncey was the first to stagger across them, giving the control of the wheel to the quartermaster. Chauncey clapped his hands, taking his hat and bowed. The storm still struck through the crowds, though the rain had decreased.


    The ship jerked, narrowly avoiding lightning strikes. Sailors scrambled up the masts to make sure the sails would avoid any more of that nefarious lightning strike. Chauncey staggered before regaining balance, he raised his finger. ‘The name’s Captain Chauncey, this is my ship, the Dauntless. May I enquire as to your purpose of reason to visit me?’


    Whenever pirates talk like posh people, it sounds worse.


    The beautiful women snarled. ‘Get off pirate! This isn’t your world now. Aledora has taken over the world and we have to go and fight the final battle-‘


    Chauncey raised his finger. ‘First, I’m the Captain here. Second, if you wouldn’t mind the fact that you people came onto my ship, start bellowing about some forsaken quest that no one cares about, and tried to damage it, I think I’m in my rights to tell you to get off my ship.’


    The Orc came in, towering over him with a huge hammer. ‘Say that again to Rebecca and your skull will be the first one I will drink from.’


    Chauncey shrugged. ‘Couldn’t care less more mate,’ he said extending his arms. ‘I came with an offer of generosity, and look at how you barbarians treat us. Your degenerate brutes. Frankly I think it would be wise to shoo away.’ He said as the sailors cocked their pistols. Rebecca. I swore she was making me weak in my pants. She was that beautiful, but I had a nagging suspicion that we wouldn’t get on for a while. She was as cold with her fierce look, while the elder Scholar and the Old Mage glared at me.


    Rebecca sheathed her sword, and pointed her pistol at me. ‘And who’s this man with you? Captain piss off?’


    That was going down another route. Chauncey came in right time to save me. ‘This, is Prince Vajendra, great talker, erm…spiritual guy. Talks with the Gods.’


    Rebecca was not impressed. ‘So what? I’ve fought Gods and they’re completely different.’


    The Orc huffed. ‘You may be famous, and yes we’ve heard of you. Word travels faster about your adventures. But there’s a difference. We save the world, you don’t.’


    I would correct them that they only saved one part of the world. Not all. But it would be a waste of time to do that. I turned to him. ‘Indeed, my reputation precedes me. I never heard of you Rebecca, and I must say, despite all your beauty, I never knew you would be a gut-wrenching rotten heart soul.’


    That really got her as Rebecca cursed at me. I loved it. Part of me wanted to just abuse her and send her off this boat. Chauncey came in. ‘My apologies Madam, Vaj is a ladies man, but he can get a bit reactive sometimes. But if you will be so kind as to permit me to tell you this. I’m off to deal with a Xiathueli God. I don’t know where you came from or where, but you’ll be off this ship now.’ He said going back to the wheel.


    Rebecca slammed her sword to the ground. ‘Oh no you don’t. We’re coming with you. We were on our quest to deal with Aledora before your ship had to come in.’


    Chauncey turned on her. ‘Madam, I make the rules here, not you.’


    Rebecca slapped him.


    Chauncey smirked and glanced at me. ‘I didn’t deserve that.’


    He didn’t.


    Chauncey regained his senses. ‘Well then. You’re still not coming fair and square.’ He said returning towards the deck as he passed up the stairs, humming to himself.


    Rebecca began to smile. ‘Really? And would this particular God happen to have a grudge against you?’


    Chauncey stopped humming. ‘And how do you know that?’


    Rebecca shrugged. ‘Gods have nefarious deals with pirates. Might come along so we can get a bit of glory, something to tell the grandchildren. I have the money.’ She said, tossing a bag of gold coins into his hand.


    Chauncey shrugged and his eyes alight with an idea. Maybe he was intending to get rid of them in the Temple. I wouldn’t have minded this plan at all. ‘Fine. You can come along. The Mage can stay, and the scholar…who talks to them? Erm…the Big Orc can definitely stay and that’s that.’ He said, taking the wheel.

























































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    Your tale is full of exotic locations and dramatic action. Prince Vajendra's powers and his reputation seem very useful, he can transform one weapon into another, knock down enemies and walk into a port and get a free first rate! Very powerful characters can be a lot of fun - I'm thinking of the superhero movies I've enjoyed. Very powerful characters can also create difficulties for writers. If we want to create tension and a sense of danger, this can be more difficult to do. For example, we might want to create an exciting moment when the main character is in danger, surrounded by armed enemies. But if readers know that this character can knock down enemies instantly with a spell or escape into a portal, then the story can lose its tension. I'm intrigued by the arrival of the group of heroes and wonder what role they'll play in the story.

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    Quote Originally Posted by Alwyn View Post
    Your tale is full of exotic locations and dramatic action. Prince Vajendra's powers and his reputation seem very useful, he can transform one weapon into another, knock down enemies and walk into a port and get a free first rate! Very powerful characters can be a lot of fun - I'm thinking of the superhero movies I've enjoyed. Very powerful characters can also create difficulties for writers. If we want to create tension and a sense of danger, this can be more difficult to do. For example, we might want to create an exciting moment when the main character is in danger, surrounded by armed enemies. But if readers know that this character can knock down enemies instantly with a spell or escape into a portal, then the story can lose its tension. I'm intrigued by the arrival of the group of heroes and wonder what role they'll play in the story.
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    We had walked through the city of the Xiahuteli. Ball courts surrounded the main plaza, while huge palaces shouldered over us. It was like a city of humongous buildings clumped together. Merchants bartered with each other’s stock, farmers were harvesting their crops and I could see all kinds of women, from poor to rich. It wasn’t unusual for the women to have them look at me. I was handsome, to a degree. There were temples for each part of society; warriors, ball players, and an huge observatory that I had never seen before. Our guards guided us through the city, not forgetting to meantion every single detail. It was odd. Only a moment ago, we were still in chains. All except Chauncey, who by this time was just planning his micralous but crazy plan in his mind.


    God knows what he was thinking about.


    There, the Temple of the Plumed Serpent stood right in front of us. The stairway leading to the temple pointed towards the setting sun. The temple was alight as night descended upon us. Every slab was bursting with colour. The serpeant heads were at the corner of the temple as we ascended towards the cornice. Every step I took, a procession of priests wearing head dresses and plumed hats. After walking what felt like hours, we finally reached the cornice. The city was beautiful to look at this from point of view. We entered the cornice and suddenly what had seemed so small had transformed into a big room. The temple’s corners were full of green, light shining above. A great golden stone formed the shape of a throne as a Reptillian God, possessing the body of a human curled his fingers. Guards surrounded the main circle that stood at the centre of the temple. Mines extended down below, and bridges were built upwards for an entirely new city.


    I had to admit, the cornice was very deceiving. Beautiful courtesans and servants offered tribute towards him. No wonder Chauncey had slept with one of them. The God, Xaxarta stared at him. ‘Captain Chaucney. What a delight, oh and a pleasure to see you again.’


    Chauncey laughed nervously. ‘Xaxarta…lovely to see you again.’


    Xaxarta arose from his throne. ‘You know, that women of mine was a slag. She was rude, unfaithful. It is no wonder then, which she slept with a beggar like you.’


    Ouch.


    Xaxarta summoned his staff and pointed it at Chauncey’s nose. ‘So I propose a deal. You messed with a God. You shall reap the consequences. However, there is a chance for you. Did you fulfil my request to bring a hundred thousand souls?’


    Chauncey shrugged. ‘Thing is, I couldn’t mate. I don’t kill people for naught.’


    Xaxarta grimly smiled. When Gods do that, be prepared for the worst. ‘I knew you couldn’t do it…so you will suffer for this. I shall have you as tribute and feast on your soul.’


    Chauncey wasn’t impressed. ‘Really? That’s all you could come up? I must say, I am a bit disappointed mate.’


    Xaxarta was taken aback. No mortal had ever talked to him like that I guess. Even the Guards looked shock. ‘What do you mean-‘


    Chauncey was having real fun here just by the delight spreading on his face. ‘No, no, you should come up with better dialogue next time. Besides, you’re just a skanky stinky God that no one eve’s heard off.’


    I wondered what Xaxarta would have done then. Instead, he roared. ‘Be quiet mortal! I will have you punished, you will serve me for a century. And you stole my concubine. My most favourite!’ To be honest, seeing the God almost whine in protest was absolutely boring.


    I watched Chauncey stagger like a drunkard before stopping. ‘May I remind you, O mightiest of the mightiest God, that no, your concubine tried to sleep me. Yes, you are an idiot. And no, you look ugly. And never did I intend to become a slave to you just to get you…all that money. All this boils down to the insignificant fact that right now I am here to you…to kill you.’


    Glancing back at the group, they were shocked to see a pirate talking so comfortably with a God. Guess they never saw the real side of Gods.


    That took courage. The Serpent God waited for a second before shouting. ‘Damn you! I’ll curse you to the underworld for this! I should have never struck a deal with you.’


    Chauncey grinned. ‘Course ya’ don’t strike deals me. The name’s Chauncey, Captain of the Flying Duck, now if you’ll excuse me..’ he said, slowly walking backwards, before running down the temple pathway screaming as a bunch of soldiers chased after him. ‘Oi! Wait for me!’ I could hear his voice screaming as he ran up the stairs and finally arrive at the mining zipline. Ripping his tshirt, he put it on the zipline and swung in the air.


    I moved quickly, kicking the guards to the ground. Watching Chauncey, the zipline broke with a zap of Xaxarta’s staff. Chauncey held the rope as it slipped from his hands. Swirling around, he tried to look up and down, screaming. Rebecca freed herself while the Orc bellowed, smashing any unfortunate human with his fist. Blood spilled everywhere.


    Chauncey swung on the rope, before the rope stopped and was about to be cut by Xaxarta’s temple staff that had arrived to cut it with their spears. His expression told him everything. The rope cut. Chauncey yelled finding himself into the black abyss. I turned to Rebecca. ‘We have to distract Xaxarta or Chaucney will be finished.’


    Rebecca spat. ‘And why should I care for a pirate like him? I was planning to put him in jail for what he did.’


    Yeah that wouldn’t work one bit. ‘If you don’t mind now, I don’t have time for your ramblings!’ I pointed to the scholar who wacked a temple guard with his book. The Mage’s staff rumbled, shooting out an explosion of magical power towards Xaxarta. With my hands, I threw shastras, arrows and spears at Xaxarta. The God slithered, almost trying to give a grin. He swung his staff as it retracted the forces back to us.


    I jumped taking Rebecca down. Rebecca stared at me furious eyes. I couldn’t care less. I ran towards the stairs walking up my way to the zipline which was already broken. As I looked down however, there were plenty of mining trucks and miners still continued to walk on the bridges. Rebecca and the Orc smashed their way into the Temple Guard, fighting sword with spear. I had to find Chauncey.


    Somehow a rattling occurred into my ear. A staff hit me as the Temple Guard seized me and grabbed me, putting his dagger straight at my throat. Two more Temple Guards pointed their spears at my stomach. I couldn’t move one bit. I tried to move, but I couldn’t. They were going to choke me. Minutes passed before my neck was beginning to strain. The spear’s pointy edges only tortured me. I couldn’t take it anymore.


    Out of nowhere I heard this. ‘Yaaleeeeeedeeoooooo!’ The Temple Guards turned to see Captain Chauncey in a mining carriage, only this time, it had wings. The Temple Guards were knocked down, before Chaucney grabbed me as I jumped onto the carriage. Chauncey was navigating the whole thing.


    Pirates do have exciting lives.


    Suddenly Chauncey swung the carriage, I was taken aback, forcing myself on the edge of my seat. Any minute now this carriage would break and that would be the end of us even as we flew in the air. Chauncey tried to navigate it but the carriage was stubborn, resistant. Rebecca signalled to us. Fat chance. Chauncey gestured to the columns and down to where Xaxarta hissed at the Great Orc, where the two creatures fought each other like beasts.


    He was going to crush Xaxarta. A risky plan. More of the Temple Guard had flooded into the main plaza, archers arriving everywhere. Arrows avoided us, as I summoned a spell to deflect arrows. Chauncey gave me the wheels. ‘So long Vaj! See you on the other side.’


    I sighed. ‘You know this won’t work,’ I said as the carriage dropped faster.


    Chauncey grinned. ‘Course I do, I’m Captain Chauncey! Of the Flying duck, and ah-‘he screamed as he fell out back into the abyss. The Temple Guard shouted to each other, arrows narrowly avoiding him as he fell, screaming. For a minute all of us were distracted. Chauncey was screaming, falling down into the mining abyss once again, crashing into bridges. All the miners mining laughed at him. This was a joke. I summoned a Varuda, a human bird to pick him up. The human bird came and took him up, helping him to avoid the arrows that were being fired at him.


    One of the Temple Guard shouted. ‘Oi! That’s cheating!’


    I shrugged, laughing a little bit until I reminded myself. Rebecca. She was still fighting the Temple Guard on a bridge. I turned the wheel and made my way straight towards the bridge. Rebecca swung her sword as a Temple Guard yelled, screaming into the abyss. I grabbed her along. Incidentally the scholar had arrived with her as well. Rebecca stared at me, and slapped me.


    I saved this woman’s live so many times, and yet she had the audacity to do that. ‘Stop flying around like an idiot and help Nagal defeat that Serpent God.’


    I was in no mood to help her. ‘No. I’m helping Chauncey.’


    ‘What do you mean helping that pirate? We have more bigger things to worry-‘


    ‘Why don’t you shut the heck up?’ I screamed. I couldn’t tolerate her anymore.


    Rebecca stared at me with a very furious glance. She was dangerous. But I couldn’t care less now. I watched Chauncey land with an aching back near the main plaza. Chauncey ran, being chased by the temple guard. He walked up the columns, jumping from column to column, grabbing one of the ropes. He swung wildy, cocking his pistol as he shoot at barrels of gunpowder. The temple shook but it did no damage to the column. The Temple Guards fired their arrows, as Chauncey tried to distract them off.


    The Orc smashed his hammer into Xaxata’s flesh. The God smirked, before his flesh revitalized again. The Orc bellowed. Chauncey grabbed the rope, running around the plaza, before jumping, landing onto the stairs. A great swivel stood at the edge of the main plaza. He ran to it, thrusting the lever. The plaza shook, as the temple began to break down. A cannon stood at the edge along with the remains of a Lazzarian ship. Chauncey lit the cannon, as it fired, he grabbed the rope. Swinging the rope, he pushed his legs to the maximum as he swung behind Xaxata.


    Xaxata looked around before his face was met with stinking feet. The Serpent God roared, shooting his staff every time. Chauncey smiled, pointing his pistol at Xaxata’s eye. I moved in, pushing the flying carriage into Xaxata’s body. Enraged, the God spat out a huge flaming ball towards my carriage.


    We all jumped and fell down into the main plaza. Xaxata transformed into a huge reptile, only his head had been replaced with that of a skull. Xaxata grabbed the orc and smashed his body against the wall, while he looked at Rebecca, slapping her away against the wall. ‘You think you could stand up against me Chauncey?’ he said, turning to see Chauncey almost nervously shaking as the Temple Guard surrounded him. Xaxata transformed the scholar and mage into huge coloured pots. Rebecca looked in shock. ‘You’re the most idiotic God I’ve known! They were mute!’


    Xaxata shrugged. ‘So what?’


    He turned to Chauncey. ‘I will eat you, and I will dominate the world. No God shall stand in my way, no man shall be powerful enough to stand against me, no one, I repeat, and no one will survive.’


    Chauncey grinned. ‘Excuse me, mate. You’ve got one thing wrong mate.’


    Xaxata laughed, a great booming voice surrounding the atmosphere. ‘Your tricks won’t work me. You may be mischevious, but you are nothing in front of a God.’


    Chauncey shrugged. ‘Except mate, I already set the lever. You wanted a hundred thousand souls right? I released them when I pulled that trigger thing.’


    Xaxata laughed even more. ‘How? How could the great Captain Chauncey do this?’


    Chauncey smiled before taking his pistol and shooting at the abandoned ship’s mast. The ship awoke, light glowing. Xaxata peered closely. A hundred thousand souls came from the ship. Not for anyone else, but for vengeance. Xaxata bellowed, pulling his hands on the souls. The souls cheered, revealing ghastly forms. They had been the souls he had eaten.


    Chauncey kicked a Temple guard before seeing a barrel placed near the walls with explosives He took his pistol and shot. The temple shook, the ground breaking down. Walls and rocks came upon us. The Temple Guards fled, while Xaxata screamed to them to attack the souls. No one was going to face them. Chauncey ran to us, as the Orc grabbed the two pots which so far hadn’t been destroyed. I grabbed Rebecca who was under a rock, pulling her to my back. We fled along with the temple guards. Xaxata’s screams echoed into the chamber, but I couldn’t care. Chauncey saw an airship attached to the outside entrance to the Cornice. We ran towards it. Xiahuteli Guards seeped on it. I put Rebecca down on the ship.


    Using my powers, the two guards were lifted into the air before I thrust them into the universe. Chauncey bellowed. ‘Hands on deck!’ I used my powers to put the pots back into their human form. They were positively shocked. The Orc went to work on unfurling the sails. I cut the rope as our airship flew into the air. We heard a great explosion, as I turned to see the Cornice rumbling, power sucking in before it exploded into a great fire. Xiahuteli Guards and priests were making their way up to it.


    ****


    A few hours later, I turned to look at Chauncey as he placed his hands on the wheel, as we flew into the sky. ‘I still cannot believe we made it out of there. How did you do it?’


    Chauncey grinned. ‘Thanks Vaj, but to be honest mate, that God isn’t the last you’ve seen of him.’ He grimaced.


    ‘What is it with you and Gods? You always seem to get in trouble.’ I said.


    Chauncey shrugged. ‘And what is with you, you can talk to Gods! Why didn’t you use your powers then, would have helped me one way or the other mate.’


    I smiled. ‘If I did, then this story would be over. Plus, unfortunate what happened to the crew and the ship.’


    Chauncey didn’t matter about the fact that he lost the ship. I think he was more glad to be alive than anything else. ‘Doesn’t matter mate. Besides, we’re in a different world. You know what I mean? Positively assumptions nothing blah.’ He said mumbling to himself. ‘You’ve got any rum?’


    I searched for the bottle near the deck, but it wasn’t rum, it was a glowing green and amber drink. ‘Some strange Xiahuteli drink, will it do?’ I passed it over to him. Chauncey grabbed and drank all of it. ‘Ah! All of a sudden I feel refreshed.’


    ‘Well, let’s hope we don’t get into trouble next time.’ I said, before the two of us glanced at each other and began to laugh. Only I didn’t notice Rebecca come up to us. We stopped laughing. Chauncey nodded. ‘Right I’ll leave it to you two then.’


    Rebecca came forward to me. ‘You know you’re the worst idiot I’ve ever met.’


    ‘Ok listen, I know you don’t like me, I know you hate, but please, please don’t slap me.’ I said as I noticed her coming to me. Was she going to slap me now? I still had my powers ready.


    ‘No. I’m going to give you something you’ll remember for the rest of your life. And this, is my…’ she kissed me. She actually kissed me. The women that had hated me, was now kissing me. I couldn’t believe it. I could not believe it. I could not think it was happening. ‘Thanks, ‘she said breaking the kiss. ‘For saving me.’


    Well, I had my chance. ‘Erm…thank you…’ I said. She smiled, hugging me. She took me to bed. Our wild screams and romps could be heard in the night. Only I wondered if Chauncey was looking around. I smiled, stroking her hair. What an event. I had met this women who hated me, I had encountered Gods and Temple Guards, and now in Chauncey’s cabin, I slept with her warm body. She was beautiful. No doubt about it. I sighed, before Chauncey’s snores woke me up.


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    Pirates live exciting lives, indeed! Chauncey seems very brave or foolish. I wonder how he got from falling into darkness to the vehicle which he then appears in.

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    Quote Originally Posted by Alwyn View Post
    Pirates live exciting lives, indeed! Chauncey seems very brave or foolish. I wonder how he got from falling into darkness to the vehicle which he then appears in.
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    Chapter 6: Lost Princess



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    Captain Chauncey swiped up a drink of beer before burping in front of me. ‘Excuse me for that mate, needed a bit of drink so to say, eh?’


    I disregarded that with a smirk. Looking around, the atmosphere was lively, with pirates sinking their faces into whore’s tits, while other pirates drank, smashing bottles over each other. The moans of upstairs sex could be heard, including the banging as dust slowly settled into my beer. I tossed it aside before someone spat and slipped into a women’s private parts, which promptly got him slapped. Chauncey laughed.


    ‘So tell me, what is this…lost princess you’re looking for? Need I hear to say, you need a crew?’ Chauncey asked.


    I nodded. ‘Yep. The Lost Princess…is my…sort of…well I have a connection with her.’


    Chauncey grinned. ‘Mate, I’ve seen women before. They’re a tricky lot.’ He said, grabbing a piece of chicken and chewing on it. He pointed the bone at me. ‘But get the right one…you’re settled for life. Never have to worry about anything else in your life.’


    Funny for him to say that.


    Chauncey wasn’t going to let this chance go however. This nefarious pirate would discover everything about me before I could escape sometime. ‘This lost princes…she doesn’t hold a connection to you does she?’


    I sighed, this pirate wasn’t going to give up. And that was almost a good thing. I admired challenges. Especially with someone who’s a rogue. I wonder what Lord Shiva had thought of when he paired me with this pirate. ‘She was supposed to be my wife, my married wife. The only problem was…I couldn’t tell her I loved her.’


    Chauncey shook his men like all men do in the realm of so-called experience with girls. ‘Ah, that’s the problem then…what makes you think she’ll come back? I can swear mate, she had a suitor. You lost. Happens all the time.’ He shrugged.


    Losing the love of your life is a precious thing which your heart harbours for a long time. Not declaring your love to your partner, that is the same, but equally stranded with regret. It seemed as if this pirate knew me through and through. ‘I didn’t lose her…it was some nefarious prince.’


    Chauncey giggled. ‘Ha! Royalty! Tis better to be a commander than a common man, Chauncey. Where will we find her?’


    At that minute, a group of sailors and bandits assembled to the next table behind us. They began to rumour and whisper, I nodded to Chauncey as I walked up against the wall, and leaned in to listen.


    One of the bandits uncorked his bottle and spat. ‘I hear there’s a lost princess in the Forbidden Isles.’


    A sailor looked on with fear. ‘The forbidden isles? You must be joking me Rat. No ship’s ever survived there…’


    Another sailor trembled, drinking his beer fast like a hyena drinks water. ‘I’ve been there…terrible monsters…sea beasts that suck the living daylights…men cut in two…’


    Rat’s face began to change, and it took the form of a real rat. Animals were common in this world, but this was the first time I had seen them anywhere near the pirate port. ‘You think?’ he snarled.


    Rat said, ‘That idiot cursed the Lost Princess to be exiled there.’ Technically that wasn’t true. She had left me when I couldn’t commit to her, and now I realise the error of making that terrible judgement when I chose to be an aesthetic. Lord Shiva, I missed her. I missed her too much. I couldn’t even remember her face by now.


    ‘Apparently there’s the NIC Company and the Jiang navy fighting over there…legend says that there’s a lost treasure over there…’


    I went down and sat back into my table. Chauncey’s face was buried into his hat. He had been listening all right. ‘Remind me Vaj, how old are you?’


    That took me by surprise. No one had ever questioned my age in years. ‘What ever do you mean?’


    Chauncey shook his head and pointed the chicken bone at me like an accusation. ‘The lost princess’s been missing for two thousand years. Surely you’d know that. Wait…you said she was to be your soon to be wife mate…something’s not right here.’


    No point in lying then. No one ever believes me when I tell the truth anyway. ‘I’m 2000 years old, my family is long gone from this world, and I’ve just re-invented myself as a new guy from the Cholan Empire.’


    Chauncey spat his beer. ‘You’re two thousand years old?’ He said out loud, before glancing around. He whispered his voice. ‘Two thousand years old? That’s impossible! You look…young, healthy mate.’


    Someone got the note then finally. ‘Yes, I mediated for two thousand years in the mountains.’


    Chauncey raised his eyebrow. ‘Must have been cold mate, and so now we have to convince your to be married wife to marry you?’


    ‘Pretty much.’ I confirmed it with a shake of my head. ‘But how we will get a crew? Seems like no one’s ready to go there.’


    Chauncey grinned. ‘Leave that to me.’


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    Chauncey sat at the table near to the bartender. A horde of pirates stood in a queue waiting to be signed up for the quest to the forbidden isles. Chauncey signed off a paper, yelling out loud. ‘Step right up if you want to go to the Forbidden Isles! I know a sailor when his eyes quake in fear when those two words are spoken. I, Captain Chauncey promise you a journey of riches, rewards and fortune. If its fortune you seek, lads, come aboard my ship, the Falcon!’


    He was a pretty good salesmen for a pirate. And sure enough, many came to volunteer. The only problem was, we had no ship. Our last ship had been destroyed in the Xiahuteli Underworld. We’d have an idea to steal it, but Chauncey thought he knew better me. I didn’t think a pirate would best me in stealing a ship. I’ve served twenty five years at sea. I know what I’m doing than any damn pirate.


    Turns out, I was wrong, and he was right.


    Damn Pirate!


    I turned to him and whispered. ‘Pretty good selling the idea of the forbidden isles. But we have no ship, where are we going to find one?’


    Chauncey signed off another paper as a pirate nodded drunken and left. ‘Don’t worry on it mate, I just have the plan.’


    ‘I hope you have the plan Chauncey, or we’ll be in the thick of it.’


    Chauncey shrugged. ‘Work in progress mate,’ he said as he looked up to see Rat and his companions. Armed with maces and weapons, they had transformed into their animal looks. Surprising. No one even turned their attention to them.


    Rat snarled like an ordinary rat does. ‘I hear you’re going to the Forbidden Isles, I want in. My crew on your ship.’


    Chauncey grinned. ‘Brilliant, paper’s there sign up.’


    Rat smiled. ‘It has been a pleasure dealing business with you.’ I honestly didn’t know how Chauncey could have them in his crew when clearly they were going to upstage this entire journey. I knew it. The doors opened, and everyone turned to look at the Conquistadores, vile men who had ventured the world from Lazzaria and had set up their own colonies. Their leader came in front, wearing a huge hat and an orange cape. Stroking his beard, he walked as the clump of boots and swords filled the tight atmosphere, towards us.


    Chauncey shrieked for a second before trying to hide himself by putting his hat up. The leader smirked. ‘Is this the famous Captain Chauncey I’ve heard about? Give up your disguise fool. You stand in front of Don Segara y Mugeos, son of Alavastair De Mugeos, loyal son and servant to his King, Phillip V!’ He said, announcing in a bold voice. Don Segara brushed the hat off as he unsheathed his sword. The Rat raised his arms to his crew to move back. I simply watched for the time being.


    Chauncey nervously laughed. ‘Hello….something Lazzarian! I think you’ve come to the wrong place, my name isn’t Captain Chauncey…it’s…laze! Yes, Captain Laze.’


    Don Segara swiped a pirate’s pistol and aimed it right at Chauncey’s head. ‘I will have revenge from you, bastard pirate. You were the one that slept with my daughter, and I hear you are going to the Forbidden Isle? By the Holy Lady Saint Trissindiana, I intend to join your crew.’


    Chauncey nodded. ‘Well, it seems we’ve come to the moment haven’t we? Listen mate, I just don’t have the time to waste myself on you. Besides, your daughter loves me! Lazzarian women love pirates!’ He said, rising up as the other pirates laughed and joined in cheers. Don Segara grabbed Chauncey’s throat before I pushed him back.


    Don Segara roared, his men brandishing swords. ‘And who is this…foreigner with you? Your friend? He will learn the true meaning of the Inquisition when I am done with him.’


    Chauncey laughed at that. ‘Try that mate, and you’ll be running with tails behind your legs.’


    Don Segara smirked. ‘So what? Let me join your crew.’


    This was Chauncey’s moment. ‘And remind me, what would a Lazzarian crew have to do with a pirate ship?’ He said getting up from his table and walking to the main centre. ‘I’m a pirate. And you Lazzarians are all the same. You hang us and expect us to serve you…I wouldn’t say that’s fair mate.’


    Don Segara growled like a whelp. ‘What is your point?’


    The Rat entered, brandishing his huge mace spiked with the remains of human bones and mashed body parts. ‘The point is, you’re an idiot Lazzarian! You won’t get the treasure we seek. I’ve eaten and chewed on humans before…and you make a tasty treat.’


    Don Segara laughed. ‘Rats? You’re worse than Vampires! I’ve exterminated many of your clans. Oh don’t think me as weak, I will have you thrown to my wolves when I am done with you.’ He pointed his pistol at the rat. The rat snarled, with his crew brandishing their swords. The fight was going to erupt.


    And I had no idea what was going to happen now.


    Chauncey interrupted. ‘Shut up! Shut it! Gentlemen, fair ladies, and need I remind you that a famous legendary pirate is talking to you? I propose a journey to the Forbidden Isles, where treasure is aplenty, and fame and fortune is guaranteed. But I won’t lie to you,’ he said taking his hat and putting it on his heart. ‘You are honest folk, and to be honest with you, not many come back. There’s monsters, weird little things that annoy the heck out of you.’ He said as he walked in the middle of the two opposing factions.


    ‘And you lot are pathetic. Now, something Lazzarian, I do apologise from the bottom of my heart, but I personally couldn’t care. Look at it this way, do you want riches, or do you want to be at the end of the rat’s teeth? Heard they stink.’ De Segara looked back in disgust.


    ‘How will we come back? How is it you won’t steal all the gold for yourself?’ A sailor asked.


    Captain Chauncey turned his attention to the sailor. ‘That good sir, is a very good question indeed. I intend to tell you that as a pirate, I obey the laws of the pirate emperor. I am a fair and honest man, and each man shall receive his share. Besides, you wouldn’t be a coward not to join me, would you?’ He said.


    Silence descended upon the room. A clap came, and applause, cheers went into the air. More sailors had been convinced to join us. Chauncey had it in him. During the distraction, Don Segara went to him. ‘That’s a nice speech you made for yourself out there pirate, but you have no ship.’


    Chauncey tipped his hat off to a lady as he smiled. ‘Working on that.’


    Don Segara smiled. ‘How about I offer you my ship?’


    Chauncey’s eyebrows raised in surprise and suspicion. ‘Now why would you do that?’


    Don Segara shrugged. ‘You need to get to the Forbidden Isles. I have a ship. You don’t. Imagine if I told each and every single pirate in this room that you didn’t have one. You’d be beaten to death by your own people. And that is a fate worse, than what I can offer you.’


    Chauncey smiled, before his mouth twitched. ‘Fine. I’ll take it.’


    Don Segara grinned as his serious mood relaxed. ‘Oh, and there’s someone you’ll be wanting to meet.’


    Chauncey smirked, trying to regain his confidence back. ‘And who might that be?’


    Instantly, a beautiful women dressed in a pirate’s suit came in striding. Chaucney gulped before trying to smile. ‘Ah, Claudia, you look just as beautiful as ever!’.





    Claudia slapped him.


    Chauncey grinned before looking at me. ‘Stay away from that women. She’s trouble.’


    I shook my head. I seriously wondered if Chauncey was a lucky game, or he was much smarter than he portrayed himself.


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    The Rat snarled in front of Chauncey. The ‘borrowed’ ship sailing through the choppy waves. ‘What do you think of yourself pirate? This galleon belongs to Lazzaria. Need I mention what I will do to you should I not get any of my so-called treasure?’ Don Segara smirked, yelling orders to his crew as they manned the foresails and top-yards. It was a big ship, able to best the seas at all costs. Don Segara’s ship was a true beauty to behold.


    Chauncey grimaced. ‘Heh…heh. Don’t worry about that mate,’ he said as he swung the wheel. The ship turned sideways into a dark and grimacing storm that stood far away from us, yet luring us in like desperate sailors only to be eaten by mermaids.


    I turned to Chauncey. ‘You sure that’s the way to enter the Forbidden Isles?’


    Chauncey shrugged. ‘I have no clue mate,’ he turned to Don Segara. ‘Help me!’ he said in an urgent manner.


    Don Segara sighed. ‘The Forbidden Isles is there, right in front of you.’ He pointed to the black darkening skies. We seemed to have gotten closer and closer towards danger’s fortune.


    I turned towards him. This was madness. Pure madness. ‘That’s a storm out there! We won’t go into any more storms.’


    Don Segara smirked. ‘Need I remind you, foreigner, that the only way to get there.’ I accepted with a reluctant look. Chauncey shrugged, helpless. The Galleon paced the seas, ever so close to the darkening sky. I needed to get out of here fast. Before I knew it a black mist surrounded us. Fire and wreckage began to surround us. An orange due took shape in the form of clouds. The black mist enveloped itself into a dark blue, before I saw two to three lights in the sky. Dear God.


    Don Segara shoved me to the ground. ‘Mortars! Prepare yourself men!’ And he who looked upon the fire arrows, saw it descending from the heavens. Suddenly the ship was over-taken with screams and confusion. Fire flew all around us, bursting and attacking the edges of the galleon. Chauncey ducked for cover. Don Segara however was not waiting for any more patience. ‘Tops! Sails! Gallants! Prepare the cannons senores! We must get through this battle whether we like it or not.’


    As the mist cleared, my eyes widened in fear. Huge Jiang junk ships fired at the NIC’s Company ships. Cannon fire raged, volley after volley. A combusting sound of fire and cannon balls clinging onto each other, smashing the rigging of ships. The NIC’s ships were smaller than we could have imagined. The Junk Ships outnumbered them in size and vastness, with four riggings and four mast sails, outnumbering the three mast sails that the galleon had. The flags had been ripped off their ships, and it was becoming difficult to distinguish who was fighting who.


    ‘What’s the plan?’ I yelled as cannon fire hit our deck.


    Don Segara looked at me like a man who’s about to be gutted. ‘We can only move through this battle! Raise the flag! They won’t fire at us.’


    He was very wrong. The minute the flag was raised, volley after volley blasted into the holes of our galleon. Sails were ripped, chain shot firing into the riggings. It took most of the crew two to three minutes to fire back. Wood flew in the air, cannons were being smashed by explosions, blood shot in the air. Chauncey tried to turn the wheel, but the constant cannon fire from the Jiang ships and the NIC, made it impossible for us to even consider manoveruing out of the battle. Smoke had descended so much upon our poor ship, that when the mist had cleared. Wreckage, broken limbs stood in front of my sight. The ship’s riggings had collapsed, and now the once proud galleon was limping. Not much of the crew remained. The Rat and his crew had hidden themselves, wanting to watch what was going to happen. A board plank was put onto the galleon, as we watched the Imperial Jiang Marines walk down, resplendent in their golden armour, armed with huge halberds. I wouldn’t mess with those tough bastards.


    Their admiral walked down the plank, wearing an orange robe symbolising the Imperial Dragon. The Jiang have always loved to impress outsiders, they think we’re barbarians. Unfit to serve in the glorious bask of their Great Emperor. He smiled, before walking up to our deck. I peered at him, before realizing who he was. Fan Wei. That idiot. I tried to duck behind Chauncey who gave a surprised glance.


    Don Segara went up to him and bowed. ‘My apologies, admiral. I am Don Segara y Mugeos, son of Alavastair De Mugeos, loyal son and servant to his King, Phillip V. I request neutrality in this conflict and that we may be granted safe passage to go onto our journey.’


    Fan Wei smirked. ‘Whatever would a Lazzarian ship be doing in the fight between the Jiang Empire and the Noord-indiase Company? And who’s this man that’s hiding away from you? Nì tiān! Bǎ tā dài dào zhèlǐ!’

    I think that roughly translated to me being dragged away from Chauncey’s coat. I pulled onto his coat, before the Lazzarians shifted away from me. Two burly guards took me, grabbing me. They shoved me to the ground. Fan Wei pushed his arms behind his back, and put his shoe at my neck. I would finish him off when this was done. But right now, even Chauncey was trying to figure out an escape plan, somewhere.


    ‘You are the great lover of my two thousand year old grandmother, are you not? Prince Vajendra?’


    I grimaced, he couldn’t have recognized me this early since I had escape from the Golden Palace ten years ago. I wasn’t going to let him get in the way of my quest. ‘No…you mistake me, I am but a humble merchant from the Cholan Empire.’


    Fan Wei grinned. ‘No, that is where you’re wrong. Your gold earrings, and your clothes denote you of royalty. Tales are spreading of your numerous adventures with a certain pirate. The fact of the matter is bastard. You failed to commit to her. You told her you couldn’t marry her. And that is why…’ Fan Wei paused for a second, letting the sob come slowly. Sniffing, he regained his composure. My part of the story was too messy. His voice turned into a growl. ‘She has fled to the forbidden isles, and Qin Haungdi, our glorious Emperor, has ordered me to retake it. Our ships have been destroyed wherever they venture near these ghastly locations. The Jiang Empire shall rule over the seas, and neither will allow those bastard Noords take over these islands.’


    I smiled. ‘Great story, but what’s the point of it?’


    Fai Wei kicked me in the groin, as I staggered back. ‘The fact is, you will help me retake the isles. Marry my two thousand year old grandmother.’


    I nervously laughed. ‘What if she’s old by the time I reach her?’


    Fan Wei grinned once more as a beating device was brought onto the deck. The guards strapped me onto it before they began to beat my body black and blue. Each wince, each beating made my head swirl in pain. I didn’t let the pain scream out from me however. As an aesthetic who had mediated in the mountains in cold weather, this was nothing. Yet today I felt her growing presence around me. Each beating represented the shimmering of her anger.


    Fan Wei bobbed his head at me. ‘So now, will you explain to us, as to why you left my grandmother?’ He gestured to his guards as I was released, relieving myself of the horrendous torture that they had inflicted on me. They didn’t know the true extent of my powers, I could make them swallow their throats, make them lose their voices, and all it required was my sheer will.


    Funny how absolute power can be a tempting yet corrupting force.


    I coughed before letting it go. It was time. ‘I…was not the Prince you know. Before two thousand years, I was once a merchant in the Empire. It was the time of bustling trade, where the Jiang Princess had arrived with a delegation at our ports. When I saw her, my eyes went wild. My brain could not stop thinking about her. She was so exotic, that I had to have her. You could say I fell in love with her.’


    Chauncey laughed. ‘Ha! That’s the Vaj I know!’


    All eyes turned on him before he raised his arms and muttered angrily.


    Fan Wei smirked, dismissing the laugh. ‘Go on.’ Clearly he wanted to know more.


    I continued. ‘I was a physical man, not of the spiritual realm. It was there, I saved a Rishi from his fate late in the night of the port when he was about to be attacked by a crocodile. The Rishi, impressed by my devotion, decided to grant me his powers. But unfortunately his time was up and he had to be sent to the Heavens to do his things.’


    ‘And so I didn’t know what to do with these powers. I had the strength of a lion, the speed of a cheetah, and the confidence to change into anything I wanted. So I dressed myself as a prince, walked over to the Delegation at the royal ceremony and I met your grandmother. She was not initially interested in me, but with rigorous effort as all young men put in when they want a woman, I succeeded to a degree. But it became so frustrating because I could not tell whether she loved me or not.’


    Fan Wei nodded. ‘Interesting. How much more of this story is left?’


    I answered back promptly. ‘Only a couple of minutes. And so, we had developed a friendship but I missed the opportunity to tell her that I loved her. It was then, that her suitor had arrived from her Empire. And God, did I hate him. He took every single moment to distract her from me, not letting her talk to me. And even she began to show more interest in him. So I eventually went into depression for a while. I had no idea of what to do, even these new powers were just too big for me to understand. It was the day of the Princess to leave our empire, and then she declared that she would marry a suitor. I was in the crowd, hoping for one last moment to see her, but she had left. As I left, I was suddenly grabbed by similar guards, more brutes though you see.’ I said, grimacing as I could hear the deep growl emerging from the guards that had grabbed me.


    Fan Wei sighed. ‘Get to the point. God knows how my grandmother even liked you after all of this, you should have been a proper man and declared your love for her. What next?’


    ‘Then she declared me to be her suitor in marriage! I was promptly taken by in the barrage, as we entered the Jiang Empire. And there, she proposed marriage. I couldn’t understand it. My rival suitor had used all the tricks, tried to sleep with her, did everything she could. And she had shown more emotion to him than me! I was dragged to the marriage at the Golden Palace, not knowing whether she did love me. I ran off.’


    Gawps, gasps emerged through the ranks of men that looked at me. ‘Well don’t just stand judging me, this happened over 2000 years ago!’


    Fan Wei growled. ‘And that is where, my two thousand year old non-existent grandfather, my grandmother fled to the Forbidden Isles in grief! And we’ve had to suffer the brunt of it. Our Emperors have tried to convince her to return, but to no avail. Thousands of wars have been fought over your petty love duel! She declares revenge on you. This isn’t our issue anymore Vajendra. This is your issue now. Go out there, and convince her to marry you.’


    Well, it seems luck had turned into my favour.


    A pistol cocked behind us. The Noords had somehow infiltrated the broken galleon. Fan Wui looked back in calm alertness before scoffing. A horde of soldiers came from the Jiang ship, assembling behind him, armed with crossbows, muskets and halberds. The Noordic Admiral stepped on board, surrounded by his men brandishing his swords.


    He began. ‘What a wonderful story. But I’m afraid the time for story telling is over. My name is Admiral Von Grafk, loyal servant to the Noord Republic. I’m afraid the Jiang are cowards, fools even for daring to face us. We seek the same goal, to conquer the Forbidden Isles. But if it wasn’t for this Cholan idiot named Vajendra, I would have taken its treasures.’


    Fai Wei growled back. ‘You have no right to step on Jiang territory barbarian!’


    Von Grafk laughed. ‘Spare me the threats, idiot. We will take our gold, and you won’t stop us.’


    Somehow, the Rat had appeared yelling with a huge mace, his crew members waiting to attack. ‘Yahaaha, waahaha! I am Lord Smorks of the…Smorky Clan! I demand you two fools to leave before I gnaw on your bones! I’ll drink from your skulls, and I’ll in them!’


    Von Grafk smirked. ‘You? You’re the rat of no one.’


    Fan Wei agreed. ‘We could do without you lot. As much as this barbarian is a fool for transgressing onto my land, he has a point.’


    The Rat’s face looked aghast. ‘Shut up! Shut it you scrawling mangling foolasa! I shall rip your spine out, gorge on the blood of your ancestors-‘


    I could see Chauncey giggling, trying to hide it. No one was giving any attention to the rat as he tried to yell to the top of his voice.


    Von Grakf sighed. ‘Could you just bloody shut up?’ He yelled.


    The Rat’s expression gawped. No one was even taking him seriously. That when the rats had ruled the world and killed, eaten humans for their pleasures. So much for humans, they had become the real monsters of the world.


    Fan Wei answered in such ways like an expert bowmen hitting his target. ‘You’re a stinking rat with no name, no clan, and no one’s ever heard of you. You are a fowl creature from the underworld, and you can’t even claim to attack us.’


    The Rat growled, renewed confidence arriving slowly as he swung his mace. ‘Argh! So now we come to it! Prepare to die human as I rip your living-‘


    Von Grakf pointed his pistol at the rat. ‘Say one more word and that’s it. You’re gone.’


    The Rat prepared an answer. ‘I am a rat, you are a human. Rat eats human. Understand?’


    Von Grakf shot at the rat’s leg.


    The Rat howled, before panting. ‘Seriously, you don’t even fear me? Then what am I here for?’


    Von Grakf went over to him, and kicked him in the groin. ‘No, but if you won’t shut your mouth, the Jiang will be more than happy to torture you.’ He said, grinning.


    The Rat had finally had it, realizing the famous tortures of the Jiang Empire. He ranted to his heart’s content. ‘I tell you, you humans aren’t even scared of me!’ He pointed to his eye. ‘We rats used to be feared! Now even human children come up to us and start playing! They make a mockery of us!’ he said, spreading his arms to the sky. ‘Why! Why oh blessed Horned God! Why are we living in times of deluge? What is to become of my family? There was a time when we were respected!’ he yelled.


    Chauncey burst out laughing. The other crew slowly began to laugh. The Rat looked at them with despair. ‘We’re not needed boys. Come on!’ he said, as he and his crew jumped into the sea. I suspect the Rat had a different plan.


    Von Grakf returned triumphant, as if he’d secured a victory. Fat chance. ‘I suggest a proposal for the time being. Let me take Vaj and this pirate with me, and we will let him get married with his lost princess. In return, we won’t conquer the Forbidden Isles, provided you let us off with fifty percent of the loot.’


    Fan Wei nodded. ‘A deal well made. Very well! Men! Take them aboard the Noord Flagship.’


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    I'm intrigued by the age of the main character and wonder if this will have significance. It seems that Captain Chauncey's past misdeeds tend to catch up with him, I imagine that could be awkward if it happend at the wrong moment. The Forbidden Island sounds like an exciting place to visit, what could possible go wrong?
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    Chapter 7: Forbidden Isles:

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    Don Segara shoved me to the ground. ‘Mortars! Prepare yourself men!’ And he who looked upon the fire arrows, saw it descending from the heavens. Suddenly the ship was over-taken with screams and confusion. Fire flew all around us, bursting and attacking the edges of the galleon. Chauncey ducked for cover. Don Segara however was not waiting for any more patience. ‘Tops! Sails! Gallants! Prepare the cannons senores! We must get through this battle whether we like it or not.’


    As the mist cleared, my eyes widened in fear. Huge Jiang junk ships fired at the NIC’s Company ships. Cannon fire raged, volley after volley. A combusting sound of fire and cannon balls clinging onto each other, smashing the rigging of ships. The NIC’s ships were smaller than we could have imagined. The Junk Ships outnumbered them in size and vastness, with four riggings and four mast sails, outnumbering the three mast sails that the galleon had. The flags had been ripped off their ships, and it was becoming difficult to distinguish who was fighting who.


    ‘What’s the plan?’ I yelled as cannon fire hit our deck.


    Don Segara looked at me like a man who’s about to be gutted. ‘We can only move through this battle! Raise the flag! They won’t fire at us.’


    He was very wrong. The minute the flag was raised, volley after volley blasted into the holes of our galleon. Sails were ripped, chain shot firing into the riggings. It took most of the crew two to three minutes to fire back. Wood flew in the air, cannons were being smashed by explosions, blood shot in the air. Chauncey tried to turn the wheel, but the constant cannon fire from the Jiang ships and the NIC, made it impossible for us to even consider manoveruing out of the battle. Smoke had descended so much upon our poor ship, that when the mist had cleared. Wreckage, broken limbs stood in front of my sight. The ship’s riggings had collapsed, and now the once proud galleon was limping. Not much of the crew remained. The Rat and his crew had hidden themselves, wanting to watch what was going to happen. A board plank was put onto the galleon, as we watched the Imperial Jiang Marines walk down, resplendent in their golden armour, armed with huge halberds. I wouldn’t mess with those tough bastards.


    Their admiral walked down the plank, wearing an orange robe symbolising the Imperial Dragon. The Jiang have always loved to impress outsiders, they think we’re barbarians. Unfit to serve in the glorious bask of their Great Emperor. He smiled, before walking up to our deck. I peered at him, before realizing who he was. Fan Wei. That idiot. I tried to duck behind Chauncey who gave a surprised glance.


    Don Segara went up to him and bowed. ‘My apologies, admiral. I am Don Segara y Mugeos, son of Alavastair De Mugeos, loyal son and servant to his King, Phillip V. I request neutrality in this conflict and that we may be granted safe passage to go onto our journey.’


    Fan Wei smirked. ‘Whatever would a Lazzarian ship be doing in the fight between the Jiang Empire and the Noord-indiase Company? And who’s this man that’s hiding away from you? Nì tiān! Bǎ tā dài dào zhèlǐ!’



    I think that roughly translated to me being dragged away from Chauncey’s coat. I pulled onto his coat, before the Lazzarians shifted away from me. Two burly guards took me, grabbing me. They shoved me to the ground. Fan Wei pushed his arms behind his back, and put his shoe at my neck. I would finish him off when this was done. But right now, even Chauncey was trying to figure out an escape plan, somewhere.


    ‘You are the great lover of my two thousand year old grandmother, are you not? Prince Vajendra?’


    I grimaced, he couldn’t have recognized me this early since I had escape from the Golden Palace ten years ago. I wasn’t going to let him get in the way of my quest. ‘No…you mistake me, I am but a humble merchant from the Cholan Empire.’


    Fan Wei grinned. ‘No, that is where you’re wrong. Your gold earrings, and your clothes denote you of royalty. Tales are spreading of your numerous adventures with a certain pirate. The fact of the matter is bastard. You failed to commit to her. You told her you couldn’t marry her. And that is why…’ Fan Wei paused for a second, letting the sob come slowly. Sniffing, he regained his composure. My part of the story was too messy. His voice turned into a growl. ‘She has fled to the forbidden isles, and Qin Haungdi, our glorious Emperor, has ordered me to retake it. Our ships have been destroyed wherever they venture near these ghastly locations. The Jiang Empire shall rule over the seas, and neither will allow those bastard Noords take over these islands.’


    I smiled. ‘Great story, but what’s the point of it?’


    Fai Wei kicked me in the groin, as I staggered back. ‘The fact is, you will help me retake the isles. Marry my two thousand year old grandmother.’


    I nervously laughed. ‘What if she’s old by the time I reach her?’


    Fan Wei grinned once more as a beating device was brought onto the deck. The guards strapped me onto it before they began to beat my body black and blue. Each wince, each beating made my head swirl in pain. I didn’t let the pain scream out from me however. As an aesthetic who had mediated in the mountains in cold weather, this was nothing. Yet today I felt her growing presence around me. Each beating represented the shimmering of her anger.


    Fan Wei bobbed his head at me. ‘So now, will you explain to us, as to why you left my grandmother?’ He gestured to his guards as I was released, relieving myself of the horrendous torture that they had inflicted on me. They didn’t know the true extent of my powers, I could make them swallow their throats, make them lose their voices, and all it required was my sheer will.


    Funny how absolute power can be a tempting yet corrupting force.


    I coughed before letting it go. It was time. ‘I…was not the Prince you know. Before two thousand years, I was once a merchant in the Empire. It was the time of bustling trade, where the Jiang Princess had arrived with a delegation at our ports. When I saw her, my eyes went wild. My brain could not stop thinking about her. She was so exotic, that I had to have her. You could say I fell in love with her.’


    Chauncey laughed. ‘Ha! That’s the Vaj I know!’


    All eyes turned on him before he raised his arms and muttered angrily.


    Fan Wei smirked, dismissing the laugh. ‘Go on.’ Clearly he wanted to know more.


    I continued. ‘I was a physical man, not of the spiritual realm. It was there, I saved a Rishi from his fate late in the night of the port when he was about to be attacked by a crocodile. The Rishi, impressed by my devotion, decided to grant me his powers. But unfortunately his time was up and he had to be sent to the Heavens to do his things.’


    ‘And so I didn’t know what to do with these powers. I had the strength of a lion, the speed of a cheetah, and the confidence to change into anything I wanted. So I dressed myself as a prince, walked over to the Delegation at the royal ceremony and I met your grandmother. She was not initially interested in me, but with rigorous effort as all young men put in when they want a woman, I succeeded to a degree. But it became so frustrating because I could not tell whether she loved me or not.’


    Fan Wei nodded. ‘Interesting. How much more of this story is left?’


    I answered back promptly. ‘Only a couple of minutes. And so, we had developed a friendship but I missed the opportunity to tell her that I loved her. It was then, that her suitor had arrived from her Empire. And God, did I hate him. He took every single moment to distract her from me, not letting her talk to me. And even she began to show more interest in him. So I eventually went into depression for a while. I had no idea of what to do, even these new powers were just too big for me to understand. It was the day of the Princess to leave our empire, and then she declared that she would marry a suitor. I was in the crowd, hoping for one last moment to see her, but she had left. As I left, I was suddenly grabbed by similar guards, more brutes though you see.’ I said, grimacing as I could hear the deep growl emerging from the guards that had grabbed me.


    Fan Wei sighed. ‘Get to the point. God knows how my grandmother even liked you after all of this, you should have been a proper man and declared your love for her. What next?’


    ‘Then she declared me to be her suitor in marriage! I was promptly taken by in the barrage, as we entered the Jiang Empire. And there, she proposed marriage. I couldn’t understand it. My rival suitor had used all the tricks, tried to sleep with her, did everything she could. And she had shown more emotion to him than me! I was dragged to the marriage at the Golden Palace, not knowing whether she did love me. I ran off.’


    Gawps, gasps emerged through the ranks of men that looked at me. ‘Well don’t just stand judging me, this happened over 2000 years ago!’


    Fan Wei growled. ‘And that is where, my two thousand year old non-existent grandfather, my grandmother fled to the Forbidden Isles in grief! And we’ve had to suffer the brunt of it. Our Emperors have tried to convince her to return, but to no avail. Thousands of wars have been fought over your petty love duel! She declares revenge on you. This isn’t our issue anymore Vajendra. This is your issue now. Go out there, and convince her to marry you.’


    Well, it seems luck had turned into my favour.


    A pistol cocked behind us. The Noords had somehow infiltrated the broken galleon. Fan Wui looked back in calm alertness before scoffing. A horde of soldiers came from the Jiang ship, assembling behind him, armed with crossbows, muskets and halberds. The Noordic Admiral stepped on board, surrounded by his men brandishing his swords.


    He began. ‘What a wonderful story. But I’m afraid the time for story telling is over. My name is Admiral Von Grafk, loyal servant to the Noord Republic. I’m afraid the Jiang are cowards, fools even for daring to face us. We seek the same goal, to conquer the Forbidden Isles. But if it wasn’t for this Cholan idiot named Vajendra, I would have taken its treasures.’


    Fai Wei growled back. ‘You have no right to step on Jiang territory barbarian!’


    Von Grafk laughed. ‘Spare me the threats, idiot. We will take our gold, and you won’t stop us.’


    Somehow, the Rat had appeared yelling with a huge mace, his crew members waiting to attack. ‘Yahaaha, waahaha! I am Lord Smorks of the…Smorky Clan! I demand you two fools to leave before I gnaw on your bones! I’ll drink from your skulls, and I’ll in them!’


    Von Grafk smirked. ‘You? You’re the rat of no one.’


    Fan Wei agreed. ‘We could do without you lot. As much as this barbarian is a fool for transgressing onto my land, he has a point.’


    The Rat’s face looked aghast. ‘Shut up! Shut it you scrawling mangling foolasa! I shall rip your spine out, gorge on the blood of your ancestors-‘


    I could see Chauncey giggling, trying to hide it. No one was giving any attention to the rat as he tried to yell to the top of his voice.


    Von Grakf sighed. ‘Could you just bloody shut up?’ He yelled.


    The Rat’s expression gawped. No one was even taking him seriously. That when the rats had ruled the world and killed, eaten humans for their pleasures. So much for humans, they had become the real monsters of the world.


    Fan Wei answered in such ways like an expert bowmen hitting his target. ‘You’re a stinking rat with no name, no clan, and no one’s ever heard of you. You are a fowl creature from the underworld, and you can’t even claim to attack us.’


    The Rat growled, renewed confidence arriving slowly as he swung his mace. ‘Argh! So now we come to it! Prepare to die human as I rip your living-‘


    Von Grakf pointed his pistol at the rat. ‘Say one more word and that’s it. You’re gone.’


    The Rat prepared an answer. ‘I am a rat, you are a human. Rat eats human. Understand?’


    Von Grakf shot at the rat’s leg.


    The Rat howled, before panting. ‘Seriously, you don’t even fear me? Then what am I here for?’


    Von Grakf went over to him, and kicked him in the groin. ‘No, but if you won’t shut your mouth, the Jiang will be more than happy to torture you.’ He said, grinning.


    The Rat had finally had it, realizing the famous tortures of the Jiang Empire. He ranted to his heart’s content. ‘I tell you, you humans aren’t even scared of me!’ He pointed to his eye. ‘We rats used to be feared! Now even human children come up to us and start playing! They make a mockery of us!’ he said, spreading his arms to the sky. ‘Why! Why oh blessed Horned God! Why are we living in times of deluge? What is to become of my family? There was a time when we were respected!’ he yelled.


    Chauncey burst out laughing. The other crew slowly began to laugh. The Rat looked at them with despair. ‘We’re not needed boys. Come on!’ he said, as he and his crew jumped into the sea. I suspect the Rat had a different plan.


    Von Grakf returned triumphant, as if he’d secured a victory. Fat chance. ‘I suggest a proposal for the time being. Let me take Vaj and this pirate with me, and we will let him get married with his lost princess. In return, we won’t conquer the Forbidden Isles, provided you let us off with fifty percent of the loot.’


    Fan Wei nodded. ‘A deal well made. Very well! Men! Take them aboard the Noord Flagship.’


    #


    The battle still continued to rage on. Only this time the mist had disappeared and the waves were dark, almost pitch black. The sky was grey and white, clear as the moon. Chauncey and I stood at the deck of the ship, which had been called, the Ledarvf. Admiral Von Grakf had been staring at me for hours, as if I had been an exotic pet.


    Von Grakf turned to me. ‘The sea is beautiful isn’t it? It makes a soft man turn into a hard man. She’s not forgiving.’


    I replied awkwardly. I didn’t know what to say towards this brute greedy bastard who would slaughter natives just for the sake of finding gold. The Jiang were far worse than him, they killed everyone and left no remnant alive. Washed away from history, and those that did surivie, were expected to pay tribute. ‘Yes, I suppose so.’


    ‘I hear you’re a master of spinning tales. You talk to the Gods. Could you put in a word for me?’


    I was beginning to get annoyed with people asking me to put in words for them. We do not work like that. As a Rishi, I only give my knowledge to certain students. Not for some idiot like him. He had shown no greatness to me that I should have granted him anything in return. Luckily, Chauncey came just in time, staggering closely to us. Von Grakf spat back in disgust.


    ‘Need I remind you, Admiral,’ he said, taking the admiral’s hat and putting it on his hat. ‘We don’t have time for that now. The Forbidden Isles is just close to us, and you’re just a step away from touching the gold.’ The spark of greed lit in his eyes like a lion glinting in the sunlight. Pathetic. The Admiral nodded.


    Von Grakf declared as he opened his telescope. ‘You make a fair point…Captain something?’


    Chauncey objected. He was not happy. ‘Captain, Captain Chauncey.’


    Von Grakf dismissed him. ‘Never heard of you.’


    Chauncey sighed. ‘Captain of the Dauntless? Legendary pirate that stalked the jungles of Xiahuteli, penetrated a Lazzarian’s daughter mind you, and have been involved in numerous affairs…’


    Von Grakf smirked. ‘You think you’re famous pirate? We’ve turned weak kingdoms into our protectorates. We built an Empire. You only raid and loot and bring nothing but destruction.’ He said as he walked to the quartermaster who rolled the wheel. Chauncey grumbled away. The waves began to become darker again. As much I like going with Chauncey, I think I’m getting sick of going into so many storms. Course, it is fun though. The fight erupted between the quartermaster and Von Grakf. I went over to see what the problem was.


    ‘What’s the problem gentlemen?’


    Von Grakf was the first to dismiss me. ‘Shut up! You have no say in the affairs of the company-‘


    The frustrated quartermaster objected to him. ‘I don’t know what your name is, but going into that storm is not viable! We’ll get sunk before we even can make it. I don’t know where your lost princess is either!’


    That was quite a change in company affairs. However the reactions of the crew tended to side with the quartermaster. The impending storm that was soon about to envelop us growled like a huge panther waiting, its eyes open. Ready to prey on us. My lost princess, or my soon to be wife, had somehow sensed me. Von Grakf roared. ‘Do you mean to dis-obey company rules? You go against the rules of the Company!’


    The quartermaster sighed. ‘As much I respect the company for its valuable service, Admiral, we are already broken from our fleet. We won’t make it. I’m telling you now as a sailor, don’t go!’


    ‘To heck and hath forth, I will go to the Forbidden Isles and take that gold!’


    Chauncey arrived just in time, pointing to the black cove that began to form in front of our eyes. ‘There’s a Xiahuteli harbour close near the isle. Can’t remember its name, but I assure you, we can satisfy both our goals here. We’ll land at the cove, and Von Grakf can go to get his gold, while I…go with Vaj to deal with his lost princess. Trust me, I know women.’


    Von Grakf nodded. ‘You make pretty speeches, but with sense. If only we had more captains like you.’


    The quartermaster’s flabbergasted expression tore his temper into an exploding volcano. ‘Admiral, do you mean to say you’ll believe the words of a pirate over me?’


    Von Grakf stopped, turned to him and nodded. ‘Of course.’


    The quartermaster fumed at him. Von Grakf couldn’t care in the least. ‘For your loyalty, I shall reward you a court martial when this is over. You and your family will be exiled to an island of natives. I’m sure you’ll be more than happy to accommodate that, shouldn’t we?’


    The quartermaster gulped, before bowing. Von Grakf turned to Chauncey. ‘Pirate! Take over the wheel,’


    Chaucney grinned like an impatient child, staggering and jumping towards the wheel. ‘Don’t mind if I do!’ He said, gleaming.


    Von Grakf spotted a harbour where rain and thunder howled down upon it. Xiahuteli. Gold.


    I asked him. ‘You’re not thinking of raiding that port are you?’


    Von Grakf nodded. ‘Pirate! Set a course for the port! We’ll be raiding this place in no time.’


    I had to stop him. Stupid idiots like him always ruined their life in the pursuit for gold. ‘You’re making a big mistake. We should be getting back to meet my lost princess!’


    Von Grakf smirked. ‘I don’t have any intention of getting your lost princess back yet. The gold is more important! I could raise the living standards of my people without them having to live like idiots.’


    He was missing the point. Chauncey tried to interject. ‘He does have a point, admiral. You don’t know where we’re going.’


    Von Grakf shrugged. ‘And what differences does that make? I want that port! Get on it!’ He barked.


    I couldn’t bear to deal with the foolhardy needs of this stupid admiral. He was a bot on all the glorious admirals that had fought in history. Peering into the waves, the clouds went dark. The waves turning from blue to black. Heavy rain falling down upon the deck and stern. Not again. The ship’s crew began to notice it being hassled around, water spilling through the stern.


    Chauncey turned to me. ‘Whenever we’re on an adventure mate, there’s always a storm isn’t there?’


    I grimaced. ‘You wouldn’t believe the half of it.’


    Chauncey nodded. ‘Always the storm mate, always the storm.’


    The mist began to clear, with the cove far away but in plain sight. A rough terrible movement took hold of the ship. The quartermaster tried to bellow orders before Admiral Von Grafk’s eyes stopped him. That man would have to be defeated. The quartermaster decided to go and inspect the damage into the stern. After ten minutes, he came back to the Admiral. ‘Admiral, the ship’s damaged. What should we do?’


    Admiral Von Grakf smirked. ‘What do I know? You’re the Captain around here.’


    The Quartermaster had enough. ‘I don’t care whether I’ll be in a court martial Admiral! But you’re tying a noose around our bloody necks.’


    I turned to the quartermaster. ‘What’s the damage?’


    The quartermaster sighed, finally someone was going to listen. ‘Water’s spilling out through the decks. The storm will quieten down, but we’ll have thrown the cannons away and make a kedge anchor ready. Of course, if our gracious so-called admiral will let us do that.’


    Von Grakf sighed. ‘I did what I had to do.’


    The quartmaster was about to object before Von Grakf growled.‘Do what the quartermaster says!’ The crew ran down under the decks, preparing to unloose the cannons. The sailors threw them out one by one, dismantling each of them. Sailors bellowed at each other. Water continued to spill through the stern. Von Grakf growled to Chauncey. ‘Better be alert captain, stay away from the reefs.’


    Chauncey shrugged. ‘Wait a moment mate, you’re telling me that I should help you go to the cove, save your pretty little position while I get hanged in the hand? Doesn’t sound like a good proposition to me.’


    Von Grakf was tired of riddles. He exploded. ‘Go and do what I say! Stay away from the reefs!’


    Chauncey smirked. ‘I’m my own captain mate.’


    Von Grakf stormed out. Chauncey had won the quartermaster’s respect.
    However, in the darkness that had surrounded us. We had not seen the rocks and shallows, surrounding on us every side. Through the fall of the water it began to surf and foam around the ship, making the bumping of the ship horrendous. It was impossible for the crew to stand or walk. Chauncey looked at the crew and bellowed. ‘Put overboard the main mast!’ The crew began to do that, cutting down the mast. The cove edged nearer and nearer, remaining three miles from our ship. More bumping caused me to vomit down. Our ship was dangerously pacing towards us.


    Von Grakf suddenly realized the extent of his launcy and bellowed. ‘Hold the ship! The mainsails! Slow down the hatches!’


    The lookout ahead roared. ‘Breakers ahead! Rocks above the mast-head captain!’


    Within minutes I was catapulted into the air, screaming. My mind and head flew in imaginary visions. Our ship had crashed into the cliffs surrounding the cove. I fell down onto the sand, but the bowsprit crashes, the three masts suddenly falling aft. Water filled the deck, masts, yards and sails. Covering the deck. Not much of the crew remained. Immense black precipice, under the lee took over, the surf roared with the crackling of wood with terrible noise.


    I splattered, only to find Chauncey had escaped from the ship. He stumbled onto the reefs, and managed to make himself alright. I seriously wondered what had saved him. Chauncey grinned as he ran to me. I noticed that most of the crew had vanished, and only Von Grakf and the soliders onboard had survived. Von Grakf tried to take his sword out, but slammed down to the ground.


    The atmosphere had turned dark, and there were no clear skies that day. The Xiahuteli would soon invade the beach. We had to get out fast. Chauncey came to me. ‘That was a horrendous journey. Something I will never recommend to anybody ever, again!’ He declared.


    I groaned, feeling my back paining instantly. ‘That’s fine…Chauncey. Now help me up.’


    And a voice that I had not heard in two thousand years suddenly broke my attention. ‘It’s been a long time since I’ve seen your handsome face. Where have you been?’ I turned to see Biya, the one I did not marry. I laughed nervously.


    Chauncey looked at me with glaring, jealous eyes. ‘Is she your lover?’


    I nodded.


    Chauncey took of his hat and bowed. ‘A pleasure to meet….you?’


    Biya scorned back. She was surrounded by guards which had suriived for much longer. Things were going to get worst from here.


    I grimaced as I was brought up to the palace corridor. It had been so long, my heart began to beat faster. Questions paced quicker as my mind struggled to contain the thoughts. Finally, meeting her again. It had been two thousand years. I repeat. Two thousand years. It is a very long time. I know the mistake I had done, and I was ready to rectify it. Chauncey grinned at me. Idiot.


    Chauncey looked at me. ‘Is she really that old?’


    I sighed. I wondered when pirates would stop asking stupid questions. ‘No, I don’t know and I can’t remember her face.’


    Chauncey laughed. ‘Ha, you may be two thousand years old, but I have more experience in women than you! Hahaha! Hahahah! Hahahah!’ he began to laugh. ‘You’re just a child!’


    Oh come on. Me? A child? You must be kidding me.


    Or not. Maybe he was right.

    I nudged him as he grinned. The doors opened. And there I saw her. The guards dragged us both in front of her. No one was evident in the hall except her. She sat on a lonely abandoned throne, and her eyes were bulging with rage, excitement and anger. But she was not wearing the costume of her native country. I could see her muscled body, her belly button and her eyes. Shiva, bless me with all the powers of a Sex God, but her eyes are the heart to my soul.


    I recovered myself quickly. Such thoughts shouldn’t have pervaded in my mind. Damn my brain and its infernal thoughts. The Lost Princess arose and looked at me, coming with a dangerous smile. Chauncey realized and told me to budge with his gestures. I of course being the fool didn’t listen to him. She smiled before arriving at me, and started to slap me really hard. I did deserve it.


    Chauncey however, tried to get involved. ‘Stop hitting her madam! He’s guilty, aye, he’s a bastard, aye. But give him a spare chance will you!’


    Her response resembled that of a female tiger growling loudly. ‘And who are you to tell me what to do? You’re a bloody pirate! This man here never had the courage to tell me he loved me!’


    That was a bit rich coming from them of both. ‘Oh Please! Biyu, It was Sima, that bastard that courted you all the time! I tried to go, but you always dismissed me!’


    Biyu sighed. ‘Oh it was all about Sima wasn’t it? I only did that to test you! I knew you couldn’t stand up to him that is why I had decided to marry you! Yet you ran out of it!’


    I nodded. ‘That was a mistake, but I gained my powers!’


    Biyu sighed once more, putting her hand on mine. ‘It doesn’t matter whether you gained those powers. We were an immortal couple. What couple doesn’t get blessings from the Golden Emperor and Lord Shiva?’


    It was true what Biyu said. But in my quest to achieve mastery of my new powers, I forced myself to mediate, slowly becoming an aesthetic. It was then Lord Shiva had told me these chain of events to happen. ‘I’m sorry Biyu. What I did to you was…horrendous. What happened to Sima anyway?’


    Biyu let out a harsh laugh. ‘He’s long being gone Vaj. Long being gone. And you still hated him. For what? He had ten mistresses after losing interest in me. He tried to marry me but I refused.’


    She looked so beautiful I wanted to grab and her there and then. I could feel the same feelings coming from her. One important lesson that men should learn; don’t anger your woman. She’s a delicate being full of wonderful stuff. Treat her well, you get everything. Treat her horrendous, you know what happens. That didn’t stop Biyu from using her powers to pull me in the air and slam me at the walls and corridors. I was being pushed left and right.


    But I didn’t stop her. After all, what man leaves his woman at a marriage and goes to mediate for two thousand years? That is a horrendous crime. ‘Fine, will you let me down now!’ And she did. I landed with a back that ached for hours on end. She perched on top of me. ‘I suppose you’ve learnt your lesson?’ She said in that incredible husky voice of hers.


    I croaked. ‘Yes…please forgive me now! I promise I’ll marry you, and this time, I won’t run off!’


    She raised her hand before I tried to defend myself. She wittingly un-tangled my arms and began to kiss me. Her hot tongue literally coursed itself in my mouth. Her hands were running down my chest, while mine went up to her breasts. I had not kissed her, nor touched her. And now, now it felt ing amazing. We continued to kiss before I stopped and saw Chauncey whistling the other way.


    ‘Chaucney, as much I like you, could you give us some space? I have my wife with me now, and I’d very much like to her to the ends of the earth. No change that, I’ll give her a ing so hard she’ll be throbbing me for more.’ I said in a confident voice as Biyu blushed.


    Chauncey raised a finger. I knew he was watching. ‘Not a problem, one’s quite enough for me. I need to find a way out of here.’


    Biyu rose. ‘No you don’t. There’s food in the dining hall if you need it. I’ll be accompanying you in your adventures.’


    Chauncey nodded eagerly. ‘Good choice…oh and where’s the gold?’


    Biyu kissed me before answering. ‘Second hall to the left, take whatever you need! I’m leaving this dastardly place.’


    Chauncey raised his hat, and bowed. ‘Thank you Madam!’ he said as he rushed off to get his gold. Bloody damn pirates.


    ‘I love you, there, I’ve said it.’ I told her. She smiled and kissed me. ‘You have no idea how long I have been waiting for you to say that.’ And we ed. ed hard. It was a glorious moment. I held her close in bed as we slept for a while.


    #


    After our somewhat, brief but very emotional reunion. I found Chauncey propping himself with gold when me and Biya came across him in the abandoned ruins. Chauncey held up a golden cup sitting on top of the assembled gold pieces, grinning. ‘Look at me Vaj! I’m rich! Richer than ever before.’


    I grinned. ‘Rich you might be for now, but that’s going to be used for the crew.’


    Chauncey’s expression vanished. ‘What? You mean to give all this for the crew?’


    I nodded.


    Chauncey’s face jumped as if a rat had caught him by surprise. ‘All this?’ He said angrily.


    I smiled as Biya giggled. Chauncey arose. ‘Alas, my beautiful treasure, it is with tearful regret that I must leave-‘he said, jumbling and falling down to the ground, only to be buried by more gold.


    ‘Help me!’ he said, in a croaked voice. I went out and removed the gold on top of him. Nevertheless he did take quite a bit with him. I turned to Biya. ‘Will the gold be transported back to the ship?’


    She shrugged. ‘The gold will be taken where it wants to go. It only rewards itself to the highest bidder.’


    Chauncey looked up. ‘I don’t have a ship yet…’


    Biya pointed down to the corridors near the cave. ‘There’s a Xiahuteli boat over there. We can take it.’


    Chauncey’s eyes lit. ‘I have an idea…’


    #


    Xiahuteli guards armed with bows, spear and pistols surrounded the huge abandoned ruins that resembled a rock cut city. Water flowed down the cavern, while freshwater lakes remained still only with frogs and crickets chirping. We had managed to make our way towards the corridors, entering the huge cave. The Xiahuteli ship stood anchored around the harbour. This would be our chance as we crouched down near a rock, where the path to the rock cut city lay clear.


    I turned to Chauncey. ‘Any idea of a plan?’


    Chauncey cocked his pistol, while Biya gestured to her guards who had been following us the whole way to take down the cavern. They silently seeped into the shadows, taking down guards on the patrolling walls. ‘I have a plan, don’t worry about that.’ He pointed to the bandit hill where rogue Xiahuteli citizens were being slaughtered by the bandits.


    I raised my eyebrows. His plans usually ended me up with my back aching and leg broken. Chauncey shuffled down like a mouse, diving into the water. A small stick went up. Chauncey waited until he found barrels of gunpowder that lay near to the camp. Diving out of the water, he quickly rubbed two sticks he found. Fire lit. He dived back in.


    An orange cloud of heat descended upon me, causing me to fall down. The cavern shook, and the Xiahuteli guards shouted in alarm. Biya had gone in for the kill, attacking and destroying any guard that came in her way. Chauncey got himself out of the water, advancing quickly to the bandit hill, where most of them slept.


    Down below the hill, I rushed after him. Walking up the staircase, the Xiahuteli ship came in clear view. The bandits were putting more gold into the ship’s cabins. Chauncey raised his sword. ‘Listen lads, I’ll be taking this bandit cave for myself!’ He said.


    I crouched down near a rock to see what was going on. The bandits had stopped slaughtering more citizens. While their leader came down towards Chauncey. ‘Really Pirate? I’ll have your guts out for sacrifice tomorrow morning then! You’re outnumbered ten to one.’


    Chauncey raised his finger. ‘Except that’s where you’re wrong. You’re in front of the famous…Captain Chauncey.’


    The bandit leader shrugged, unimpressed. ‘Never heard of ‘im.’


    Chauncey grimaced. ‘You may have heard of…this.’ He said, delivering a knocking punch into the bandit leader’s face. Gunshots whizzed in front of Chauncey, ducking down. I looked down to see Biya’s guards holding off the Xiahuteli, where more of their hordes had arrived. Biya came running fast to me. ‘What’s happening? And why is Chauncey…’ her voice trailed away.


    Chauncey was being chased by ten bandits. One bandit aimed his musket and fired. Chauncey dodged to the ground, rolling over to the barrels where rope was contained. Chauncey arose, shouting at them. All of them fired at it.


    Big mistake.


    The explosion took everybody by surprise. Chauncey jumped into the air, screaming, grabbing a rope. I and Biya charged in. Bursts of electrical energy burst through my hands, electrocuting the bandits alive, and flesh cooking into the air. Biya summoned a great spear, slicing and cutting off other bandit’s hands. I turned to see Chauncey dangling on the rope as it swung into the air. Chauncey moved his rope towards the ship, descending. I didn’t realize in my distraction that I was swung off by the bandits and slammed down. My hands were clamped, before a mask was put on my face, obstructing my powers.


    The bandits held me tight, holding me down. One of them unsheathed a sword, dangling it at my balls. He was going to suffer greatly at it. He plunged down, before another bandit began to hack at my arms as I winced. They were cutting me up. A fierce cry broke their attention. Biya grabbed a huge rock and smashed it onto the bandit’s head, smashing and smashing, blood spurting out. It was a grisly sight. The bandits that had been hacking at my arms ran off, before Biya transformed her weapon and into bow and arrow, the two golden arrows chased the bandits and split their bodies apart, their screams echoing into the atmosphere. She had spiritual powers like me, she was a shapeshifter. Transforming herself to her beautiful self, she slapped me.


    I protested. ‘That hurt! And where’s your guards?’


    She kissed me fiercely while the bandits were busy chasing Chauncey. We both went and freed the citizens that had been chained in slavery. They weren’t going to mess with my wife. She was a proud, strong beautiful woman that I would spend the rest of my life with. ‘That’s for getting yourself hurt out there. Don’t ever get distracted Vaj, or you’ll be at the receiving end of my anger. The guards are my pets, they’ll follow me where I tell them to go.’


    I gulped. No way was I going to get her angry. She was too beautiful, and plus I was warming too quickly. ‘Why don’t we get Chauncey?’


    She smiled. I wondered how she managed to keep a straight face after the brutal killing that she did. But then again, those bandits had been slaughtering innocent people for nothing, probably end them in slavery. ‘I can see why Chauncey’s become a good friend of yours.’


    I protested. ‘Not a friend…just likeable.’


    She looked at me. ‘He’s a friend.’


    I didn’t believe what I was hearing. ‘He’s a damn pirate!’


    She folded her arms. Woman are very clever creatures, much more clearly in thought than men. We poor innocent men are nothing. ‘And yet you’ve been going on adventures with him haven’t you?’


    I gave up. It wasn’t worth the fight. Though I would win next time. Instinct told me that was out of the question. ‘Well I’m on…an adventure?’


    She hugged me. ‘You want to get to Satyuloka isn’t it? That’s what you told me before you ran off.’


    I nodded. ‘I know, and I was stupid. You’re coming with me.’


    She looked at me and held my hand. ‘I’m ready to be your wife for the next ten millennia.’ This coming from a woman sounds like music to a man’s ears. ‘I love you.’ She said. I took her and hugged her fiercly. Biya kissed me on the cheek before going back to Chauncey’s screaming. ‘Seems like he’s at it again, doesn’t he ever get out of trouble? Or does trouble chase him?


    I laughed. ‘You don’t know the half of it.’ I said, as we two went down the stairs to see Chauncey.


    Chauncey roared like a lion, hanging on the topsail, fighting off one or two bandits that clambered up. Taking the rope, he jumped into the air and launched into the main deck of the ship, legs high. However he misjduged the timing, and screamed. He fell into the water with a loud splash. I glanced to my wife, and we nodded.


    Energy burst into the ship through my hands, causing men to fly into the air. Biya launched herself in the air, her guards now transforming into huge animals, scorpion, wolves, and huge serpents. The animals were grabbing the bandits, slipping in slowly and crushing their bodies. The bandits screamed in fear, trying to run away. Biya sliced a bandit in half through the waist. I couldn’t help but admire her. The Xiahuteli had disappeared after the pets had made quick work of them, before another horde arrived from the ship’s deck, wearing coloured plumed hats and armed with huge war maces.


    I struck another bolt, causing fire to spread through the ship. Xiahuteli and bandit burned, their cries echoing into the air. I felt a thud as I slumped down, looking to see Von Grakf and the Rat together. Biya screamed in fury. Von Grakf smiled. ‘You didn’t expect me to survive did you Cholan? You and your foreign ilk…I wondered how you could marry a Jiang. Your countries aren’t in very good relations are they? I proclaim this ship to be mine!’ He said, kicking me in the head as I moaned hard. His rag-tag crew rushed into the fight, attacking the bandits. Von Grakf went to the wheel, feeling proud. Before he was swept of his feet.


    Biya launched her pets. The snake thrust Von Grakf by the tail, grabbing him and yanking ten times into the wood, causing blood to spurl out. The Rat looked at me, as his animal crew descended upon the bandits. Biya struck a Xiahuteli down with her spear, before kicking another Xiahuteli to the ground. I was getting confused who was fighting who at this point.


    The Rat growled. ‘Foolsa lossa! I have you now spiritual man! You will be the one that will talk to the Horned Rat!’


    I laughed. ‘Even better, I can give you a place with Lord Ganesha,’


    The Rat’s mood changed. ‘Lord Ganesha? Hmmm…’ he hummed. I struck him down with a punch as the rat collapsed.


    An explosion occurred out of nowhere, and Captain Chauncey stood on top of the foremast. ‘Oi! Scraggalers and the lot of you! Listen up!’ I had no idea how he had managed to climb up the ship when he fell so damn hard into the water. Everybody had stopped fighting, except for Von Grakf who was scared as the snake’s jaws hung over him. ‘I’ll give you all a chance to live if you listen to me! The name’s Captain Chauncey, and I’ve come to take over this ship. You bandits…can either submit or be burnt to death by my friend Vaj!’ he said, ‘along with his wife! Congralutions to the newly wedded couple!’


    Biya held my hand and I smiled. The entire crew and the Xiahuteli began to congralute us. Chauncey laughed. ‘Now that’s done, you all have one thing. Either surrender bandits, or Xiahuteli, or whatever your name is, before I finish you off! Otherwise, you know Vaj’s wife. She’ll eat you up with her pets! Now, who here is ready to surrender?’


    Biya’s pets began to furl and take over the entire crew. The Xiahuteli fled for their lives, while their rogue citizens hopped on board. The bandits dropped their weapons. ‘We surrender!’


    Chauncey came down from the top-mast, stretching his arms. ‘Good! Hands to deck! High winds ahead!’ He bellowed.


    The snake still held Von Grakf. I placed a hand on Biya’s shoulder. ‘Let him be Biya.’


    Biya rattled at me. ‘He kicked you in the head. No one hurts my husband.’


    I smiled. ‘I’m sure there’s someone that will be willing to meet to take Von Grakf.’


    #


    Von Grakf spat, growling. The entire NIC navy had surrendered, their captain’s surrounding. White flags flew amidst the NIC ships. I watched in grim satisifcation while Chauncey could not help but admire his new ship, a new junk provided by the Admiral. I went over to see Fan Wei still crying in front of his grandmother who consoled him.


    I smiled as he sniffed. ‘Well, Admiral, didn’t I promise you I would return your grandmother back?’


    Admiral Fan Wei blew his nose. ‘Indeed, you did. I have so much to catch up with Grandmother.’


    Biya smiled back. ‘He’ll be telling too much.’


    Chauncey walked the plank from his new ship to the flagship. ‘Ah! There you are Chauncey, just hoping to ask, where’s the gold?’


    I pointed to Biya’s pets that had now transformed into guards, transporting loot onto his ship. Chauncey grinned. ‘They’re a useful bunch…but would you be interested in more adventures? It’s to say the least…boring without you.’


    I turned to Biya. ‘What do you think?’


    Biya nodded. ‘I’ll join you. I’d like to see what your friend has done to you.’


    ‘What about the Empire?’ I asked.


    She smiled. ‘We’ll have plenty of time to visit my Empire. But since this is your last decade, I’m going with you.’


    Chauncey opened his map on the table. ‘Apparently there’s a new hunt…for treasure. Where’s our next course then Vaj?’


    I took Biya’s hand. ‘To where you want.’


    Chauncey slap shut the map and looked at his crew. ‘Get to work you lazy dogs! Hands on deck! Set a new course, we travel to Persia!’


    And while that happened, I couldn’t stop kissing Biya.





















































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    Default Re: The Journeyman's World

    I thought that Fan Wei was joking about his grandmother, but it seems that he was serious. He's a fun character!

    I noticed the double line-spacing and wondered if this was intentional. If it's happening automatically, because you're writing chapters (sensibly) in a word processor and copying them into a post in the Writers' Study, then I have a suggestion which might help. If you click 'Post Quick Reply' (to create a blank post) and then switch to source mode before pasting your chapter, then you might avoid unintended extra formatting such as double line spacing. The source mode button is in the panel of buttons which includes B, I and U (for Bold, Italic and Underline, of course) - it's the button on the left hand side. In source mode, we see the text and any formatting in BB Code. (I'm sorry if I'm telling you things that you know already.)

    You have started a new AAR in Non-TW AARs, I see - I look forward to reading it as well.

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