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CAMELOT DIMENSION 360
The Long Winter
Written by Author
Daton L Fluker
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CHAPTER 6 IN THE COMELINESS OF THE SHADOWS VI
What Happened During the Battle in the Woods?
The Camelot army has just gotten word to where the enemy’s camp is located. Planning another attack, the barbarian’s archers take two positions. They shadow on the west side of the mountain top. The field-fighters are in the grove of the forest waiting until the Marks’ Kingdom passes.
Just like the people of Camelot, who had to move its people from out of the coldness, Marks Kingdom is in the exact same situation. J. Martin, the Lord of the Marks, is well informed of the battle because of the reports his spies made. What little do the savages know about the jackals pretending to be civilians in their village?
The Barbarian’s flabbergasted attack will pivot into destruction. Lord J. Martin has left his people safe in a protected area, 20 miles behind the woods. Only he in his army will meet the Barbarians for battle.
Battle in the Grove
One thousand Barbarians wait for Lord J. Martin to bring his people into the open trench. The valley seems calm. However, what the Barbarians don’t understand is that 200 warriors, 400 swordsmen, 230 horsemen, and 300 workers in the Camelot army wait for them to show themselves on the other side of the forest. The Camelots circle them so they won’t escape the wrath of the Marks’ Army, only a minute now. The Barbarians hear horse trots. They arm themselves with their weapons. Most of them are dressed in animal furs. Their weapons are made from carved wood and stone. Some of them have rusty homemade swords. The bigger men have large iron axes.
An Archer Roast
Planning to go forward on an attack on the Mark’s kingdom, archers from the Barbarian army hide in a secret area at the top of the mountain. The archers are not on their guard today because they believe they are invincible.
What other armies would be insane enough to go into the cold darkness of the mountains? What they have forgotten is that no man is unconquerable. When someone wants their revenge on you then they would go into a simmering hot volcano after it, or if they are desperate enough, they will sacrifice their lives just to get his or her fingernails engulfed into your skin. One hundred Barbarian archers are on the mountain top, but none of them have taken notice of the Camelot Archers lesser than a hundred yards away.
The Barbarians sit in an open area basting under the harbor of the moonlight. The Barbarian-archers have made a terrible mistake. They are in an open space unbarred like human dart boards. Some of them plot on rocks. A few lie on the ground, and others have conversations while they fancy back and forth.
Several of them sleep in woven-blankets. Like the black forest, the mountain range is covered with white, black, and red trees hidden like nightmares, grabbing out to you with their expired branches.
The reason the Camelot Archers have gotten to this point is because of the spies who infiltrated into the Barbarian’s village. The wild life is either hibernating, migrated east, or died off because of the cold weather.
A man sitting on a rock rubs his head. A Camelot-archer stalks him. The archer aims a bow toward the man’s direction. The man and his friend converse on their day. Well, his friend is talking. The man seems to be tired. The Barbarian-archers are warned out from the long trip up the mountain in the cold weather. The Archer pulls his cord link, stretching it to shoot further than the distance he has to overcome.
Before the man can put his towel back into his breast pocket, he is on the ground wiggling on his back. An arrow spears through his esophagus tube not allowing him to yell for help. The Camelot Archer times his attack correctly with accurate attention to detail. Even the man’s friend sitting beside him continues to talk. The talkative man didn’t notice that his friend wasn’t there anymore. The hurt man tries to pull the arrow out of his neck, so he could warn the others. When his talkative friend turns to look at him, he believes that he has been talking to himself all this time. Until he notices the man pulling the arrow out of his neck, but before he can really make out what happened it’s too late. He instantly drops to the dirt. An arrow goes through his eye socket all the way through the back of his head.
More arrows fly in the barbarian’s direction, smoking them out like a swarm of scattering ants. Several of them try to run for their weapons. However, they get arrows stuck into their backs, legs, arms, and hands. Warm blood steams on the icy range mixing in with the rotten shrubbery.
The oppositions have fallen. A few of the bodies shake on the ground running out of life’s energy, but others die quickly. Only one barbarian archer is left standing. He is pent to a tree with an arrow stuck into the palm of his hand.
Struggling to free himself, he rips his hand into two pieces, screaming out loud. However, that still wasn’t enough to alarm the barbarian army in the forest. A Camelot Archer shoots his arrow. The arrow drives through the barbarian’s mouth, dragging his tongue into the hard bark on the tree. Ultimately, they have been polished off. The Camelot Army takes their position.
IN THE GROVE
Suspecting help from the barbarian archers at the top of the mountain, arrows fall but only in one direction–into the forest. Most of the barbarians are hidden behind trees, but those out in the open get hit first. Bleeding out onto the cold snowy foliage, their bodies fall to the ground in numbers of ten. Raising his hand to the Archer’s at the top, Lord J. Martin orders them to stop firing.
The Barbarians flee into the shadows. As soon as they escape into a different pass, the Camelot’s Hero rides his horse toward them. He’s chopping off their heads. The Camelots wait for them to come out into the open. The rest of the Army reappears from behind the trees. The Hero screams.
“Kill them all!”
The men begin to battle. A larger barbarian stands in the middle, commanding his wounded forces to move forward. A Camelot’s swordsman reaches their position first.
The Commander swings his long battle ax at the swordsman. The swordsman blocks the blow with his metal-shield then sticks his iron-sword into the commander’s thigh. The commander is more than 300 pounds of muscle. Retaliating by swinging his battle ax into the swordsman’s ankle, the commander screams in scrutinizing pain.
The Commander stumps the swordsman face in, cracking his skull like a grape.
“Het is een val! Vecht terug!”
The barbarians back away, trapping themselves in a circle. The Mark’s swordsmen stab them off. The barbarians are lunatics; some of them are sacrificing their lives to pull some of the lingering swordsmen into their closing web. The Hero jumps off his horse heading for the Commander. However, he doesn’t notice the barbarian with the rigid copper-ax approaching his blindside. He swings the ax hitting the hero’s hand, which is wrapped around the handle of his sword. Instantly, the hero drops his sword.
Three of his fingers have been chopped off. He falls to his knees grabbing his hand not paying attention to the battle. He quickly comes to his senses when he hears one of the Marks’ soldiers yelling.
He sways out of the way. The copper ax misses his head. The hero runs into the barbarian, knocking him to the ground. Now he has the advantage. Moreover, he sticks his other fingers in the Barbarian’s eyes. The stubs bleed out in his face. Spitting the remains on to the ground, the hero bites the man’s nose off.
Another Barbarian approaches him with a stone hammer elevating it over his head. Right before the Barbarian slams it, he rolls out of the way grabbing his sword. He’s on his back using it as a shield. The second slam is blocked. However, it breaks the sword in half. The broken end sticks into the ground near his face slicing into his jaw.
The Hero kicks the man in the kneecap. His knee caves in. Hopping back to his feet, the hero sticks the sword into the Barbarian’s lungs pulling it up. It cuts his wind out. The Barbarian drops his hammer. Pulling the sword out, the hero kicks him to the cold dirt.
He heads toward the Commander. The Barbarians back into a diminutive circle. Some of them drop their weapons, but others continue to fight.
The leader doesn’t stop. He bashes fearlessly, while his regiment slowly slips into extinction. The more his men pan out, the more the Barbarian Commander is finding his gruesome fate. Using his battle ax, he blocks an incoming attack. Too many opposing members approaching them; a swordsman, who has stolen a position behind him, sticks his sword into the Commander’s kidney.
The Commander doesn’t show a reaction to the deadly blow. Instead he retaliates knocking the swordsman back with a tremendous force that he takes out three other men standing behind him. The commander body gradually weakens. Propping himself up with his battle ax, he falls to one knee. More swordsmen move closer. Nevertheless, the Commander believes he is doomed until he hears someone yell out.
The hero walks toward his direction. They stare at each other. With a closer view of the Commander, you would see that his face looks torn up and wrinkled. In a far off distance if someone would guess his age, he or she would say he was about 40, but up close he looks to be in his 100s.
They begin to have a conversation speaking in a strange language, which neither the Marks army nor any of the Camelot’s soldiers could understand.
The old commander reaches out to him shivering, his hands shakes vigorously.”
“Leith Erickson. Weet je niet meer wie ik ben?”
The hero sticks his sword in the dirt wiping the blood from his face.
“Vader ik ben een echt wrak! Alstublieft ik ga u niet vermoorden! Je moet stoppen met vechten!”
“Ik kan dit gevecht tegen u niet stoppen! Het is mijn plicht tot mijn koninkrijk om tegen jouw soort te vechten! De mensen waar jij voor werkt zijn dezelfde die je moeder vermoordt hebben!”
They are shouting at each other.
“Zij hebben dat niet gedaan! Je moet stoppen met iedereen de schuld te geven! Het is mijn plicht tegenover de mensen van Camelot om ze te beschermen. Alstublieft, vader stop met vechten!”
“Ik ben trots op je zoon; dat je zo vergevingsgezind bent! Je doet me zo hard aan je moeder denken! Ik kan niet geloven wat ik nu zie! Je moet mij en de rest van die mannen doden!
(raising his hand toward his men)
Nadat ik jullie beiden verloren had, werd ik een slecht man, en ik ben deel van hun broederschap! Ik heb kinderen verkracht, vrouwen vermoordt en dorpen platgebrandt! Ik gaf de zoektocht naar jou op! Maar het is merkwaardig, ik heb je eindelijk teruggevonden! Alstublieft leg me te slapen zodat ik bij je moeder kan zijn in het andere leven!”
“Vader; laat me dit niet done!”
“Het is jouw plicht als soldaat! Doe het nu!”
The hero pulls his broken sword from out of the ground.
He pushes himself up and throws his battle ax to the ground.
“Wat is er vader?”
“Herriner je je favoriete beweging nog welke ik je graag zag doen tegen die idioten?”
“Ja dat herriner ik me pa!”
“Laat me dat alstublieft opnieuw zien! Vaarwel zoon! Onthoud; Ik zal altijd van u en je moeder houden!”
“Vaarwel pa en ik zal altijd van jou en haar houdenn!”
The Hero is originally left handed. However, since a very young age he has been working in the Camelot army. The army and all the fighting he has experienced modified his fighting style. Everybody watches him staring at the ground. The fighting dies out. The barbarians, who surrendered, are on their knees out of breath with their hands behind their heads.
“Doe het nu!”
The hero runs toward him jumping in the air doing a 360 backspin chopping off his head.
The sun is shining brightly. A younger version of the large Commander, who the hero killed, looks to be in his twenties or early thirties. He’s wearing animal fur, and his complexion is more unstained. He looks happy.
The hero is 12-years-old. He is farther away from the Commander on the otherwise of an obstacle course made from cut down trees. Their people live brutal lifestyles. At a young age the boys and girls are trained to fight with no form of rules using their spirit to guide them through battle. They don’t believe in the kingdom of Trilyonois or the Black Kingdom as the other warriors on this world.
These barbaric people religion is similar to the hypothesis of reincarnation. They want to die in gruesome deaths because if they do then they will be able to come back to Minaera to do battle once again with their most hated enemies. Most want stop fighting until they’re dead.
The Commander calls out,
“Leith Erickson! Kom op zoon! Maak de Erickson’s trots! Sneller deze keer!” -Translation from this point on!- “Leith Erickson! Come on son! Make us Ericksons proud! Faster this time!”
The Hero name is Leith Erickson. He is named after a famous myth from human stories long ago. They say that an alien race had brought a man and a woman from Earth, a place that has never been proven to exist before. A distant time ago a man and a woman was supposedly storytellers, who told stories about their homeland.
They told people a story about a strong warrior name Leith Erickson. His clan was considered to be a mythological creature called a Viking. His story has been passed down for generations. When Leith was born, the Commander wanted one of the strongest names for his son, so he named him after the Myth.
Leith is on a wooden platform, which is tied between three large cetaras trees 10ft in the air. He is shirtless. The sun blazes sweat rolls down Leith’s body. He does a frontward flip off the platform landing on his feet. He runs to a woven net connected between two large post dug into the ground approximately 11-meters high.
Like a monkey, he quickly climbs upward, slinging his body weight to the brim of the net. A problem occurs at the top. He always gets his big feet stuck inside the net slowing him down. However, he stays mighty, springing across to the other side.
Manmade canals filled with mud are between 20-large-logs two meters apart. Leith runs then jumps on one then another and another, until he hops to the other side.
He has to do battle with eight human-size-dolls stuffed with hay. He passes one of the dolls slicing it in the stomach. He cuts at the wooden board under the other one pretending to cut off its leg. He stabs one in the heart and slices off the other one’s arm. Four more left.
He pounces up on one of the hay men, sticking the wooden sword into its cotton shirt. He falls down tearing out its insides. He progresses forward. With his open hand, he punches the one on the left in the stomach then slices the other one in the neck. He back stabs the left one in its kidneys. One more left.
He jumps toward it doing a 360 backspin, chopping off its head.
His father seems proud.
“You were really slow, but you did an amazing job this time! Next time fall to one knee when slicing into someone’s leg! It’ll give you more power and protect you from hurting your back. That is the key!”
He puts his arm around Leith’s shoulder.
“Let’s go back home and get something to eat! I’m starving! I’ll race you!”
His father takes off running. For a huge man, he is pretty quick. Leith follows behind him.
“Dad, you cheater. Stop!”
They race toward an affective empire hidden from other advance kingdoms in the area. Once a Barbarian population gets too full, some of its people leave and begin their own kingdoms. Right now this one is fairly new. Just like the rest of this world, they have to move to different checkpoints during the long heartless forever night. Its summer now; the people are enjoying themselves. The forest is green and the animal life is plenty for all to eat. Leith and the Commander go inside their home.
INSIDE LEITH’S HOME
Their cottages are large log cabins designed to hold up to eight-hundred families. The entire area is surrounded by a large wooden fence. Just like a regular Kingdom, to get inside, a person would have to enter through the front-gate. During certain hours, the gate is closed to give protection against enemy attackers, while the barbarian’s army rests. They are in a three-bedroom-apartment inside one of the units inside a cottage. His mother is graceful and slim. She makes dinner.
Just like the men, the women are considered equals. The women have a choice to become soldiers in the army or take care of the young.
She acts crazy most of the time. However, this is why Leith’s father loves her. In comparison to him and her, her body build is truly small. Nevertheless, she stands 6-feet tall. Leith’s father stands 7-feet and 7-inches tall.
He and his father sit at the kitchen table. They wait until Leith’s mother dress the table with edible delights. She smokes a large three-hundred-pound hog. There isn’t a pan big enough to put the hold thing in, so she carries it from the smoke house on her back. When she enters into the kitchen, she slams the hog on the table. Salty slush is all over her body. His father says,
“Woman you are nasty! You should go take a shower!”
He speaks with an exaggerated heavy tone. This is where Leith gets it from.
Leith laughs at his father’s joking. The both of them smile at each other. His mother is upset at them. She slaps Leith in the head.
“Now don’t you go laughing at what your father said…? Can’t you see he is crazy?”
Her voice is also heavy.
Leith quickly catches his baring.
She goes over to his father and sits in his lap staring deep into his eyes.
“Now, for you, don’t go making your son laugh at his mother! You know I can hurt both of you, right?”
“Dam woman, Come here! You are so fine!”
He pulls her close and licks the slush from her neck. She pushes him away and says,
“Now not in front of your son dear. There’ll be plenty of that for tonight.”
She gives him a big kiss on his lips. She stands up then sits down next to him. Pulling a boot knife from her boot, she stabs it in the hog cutting her a piece off. She eats her portion of the hog. Sticking the knife into the table, she almost hits her husband’s hand.
The Commander is angry,
“You ungrateful woman! You know there isn’t a bad word strong enough for you my dear!”
She politely replies,
“Shut up you lucky bastard and eat your food! You should be grateful for that!”
The Commander shakes his head and pulls the knife from the table. He cuts a piece off, handing it to Leith. Leith is amused about his mother because she isn’t like the other ladies in the village. Instead of giving her child or husband servings first, she always takes the first bite. Leith giggles because of the way his mother eats. She tears into it like she has never been fed before.
His father cuts himself a slice. He eats.
Leith’s Mother and Father have a conversation.
“I’m going to go to battle tomorrow! This other barbarian city keeps attacking the gates when they are closed, stealing the crops from the farm! Our people’ll win! It’s a fairly new town. Their arrows are made with stone heads and not iron! We will kill them off!”
“Why don’t you stay here and let me go instead.”
“You know it’s your duty to take care of our son until he reaches sixteen! What if something happens to you?”
“You big log head! I was just joking. Unlike you, I rather keep my life for a couple more years! Go on off and die will you! Anyway, I was thinking about marrying the young man in the market place if you lose your life! He is so cute, and well mannered!”
His father slaps the table.
“That bastard! I’ll kill him!”
Leith laughs hard especially when his father slaps the table like that. The Commander stands up with a face full of hog juice. He walks toward the door.
His mother gets up. She runs and jumps on his back…
“Not if I kill you first!”
“You sexy whore, come with me!”
She chokes his neck. The Commander is too overpowering. She can’t get a strong enough grip to hurt him. He carries her into their bedroom then slams the door shut.
Leith enjoys his crazy family. He cuts another piece of the hog and eats it.
What his Father Remembers
The Commander’s and his Wife’s room is saturated with dirt. The walls are made of logs insulated with mud. The floor has leaves spread across it, along with long stems of hay. The bed is soft. It’s a gigantic pillow stuffed with cotton and leaves. The Commander’s wife gets off his back, climbs on the bed, and takes off her clothes.
The Commander stares at her. Her sweet actions are tenderizing to the sight. A gorgeous creature is totally in love with him. He wants to make sure that she gets all the attention that she earns for. He takes his shirt off.
With his shirt on he looks fat. However, this is a false appearance. Muscles bulge from out of every part of his body. He is a killing machine. His wife is using her pointer-finger, directing him toward her. He has an obligation to leave, but he decides to walk into her magic. Climbing in the bed, he crawls on top of her. He licks more meat-juice from her soaked body. He tastes up to her neck.
“You taste good Helen! I bet that boy at the market don’t have a long tongue like mine.”
Her name is Helen.
“Now dear… I said only if you die. You’re still alive. So I’ll love you until the end!”
She puts her finger on his lips so he can’t say anything to mess up the moment. Helen’s face is young like a teenager. For her being 5-years younger than him, her body has stealth flexibility. She reacts on temptation coaxing attraction. Even the worries of tomorrow’s battles lingers the Commander’s every feeling.
Helen branches her pastel index-finger into his mouth. He absorbs the salt from her finger, keeping the flavor savored on his tongue. While he extracts the salt from her finger, she kisses and licks on his salty chest. Her lips are soft. She hurricanes her warm tongue into his leathery skin.
What adoration and un-thinkable peace they have. He can feel the passion she has for him through the droplets of saliva rolling from out of her mouth pealing virtual holes into his heart. He grasps her head and brings it toward his face. She slowly kisses up his chest until she arrives at his eyes. The desire to taste the wetness in her mouth requests for him to look impatient and windless. Time stops as they kiss each other. Her head relaxes in his huge expanded fingers.
THE MORNING AFTER
The Commander and Helen lie in the bed. They have just woke-up. It’s time for him to prepare for his march against his rivals. New units have just finished training. They will lead the battle. Life will be more uncultured after today’s events. She reaches over to him and rubs on his chest. He can’t feel her soft hand. He is in heavy thought about today’s battle.
“Cogan, when does your regiment leave?”
His mind is somewhere else. She knows he is in meditation, so she kisses his jaw and doesn’t say anything else. She gets out of bed and walks toward the bathroom. It’s probably the only thing that can break his train of thought. Her back is chiseled like a dominating work of art. Her hair falls toward her back, touching her tail bone.
He can never forget her. He gets up out of his bed preparing his battle uniform. Worried about today’s activities, he doesn’t take a shower because he wants to remember the smell of his wife and their home. He might not come back.
LEAVING HIS HOME
“Leith Erickson, come here.”
Leith plays with some of the other village boys having a wooden sword fight.
He signals timeout to his playmates.
Cogan falls to one knee waiting until his son comes to him. Even while bending down, compared to him and the height of his son, Cogan is still extra tall.
When Leith arrives, Cogan puts his hand on Leith’s shoulder and tells him.
“Son, I want you to take care of your mother while I’m gone. I know sometimes she is selfish, but she is still your mother! Can you do that for me son?”
“I’ll serve her faithfully.” (saluting)
“Don’t worry dad. I’ll take care of everything.”
“Ok. I’ll be counting on you.”
He pushes himself up. It’s like lifting a sack of bricks.
“Good bye son!”
Leith doesn’t say anything. He runs back into the other direction where his friends are playing. Cogan smiles at him and walks off.
After the Battle
A savage brute runs toward Cogan from the rear with a club raised in the air. Getting smashed in the head, Cogan pretends not to feel the impact of the blow. However, it did a heap of damage almost knocking him out. Cogan’s perception is obscured.
Raising the club again, the man backs away for the second time. Cogan’s anamnesis from all the battles he has been in carries him to react with total instinct. Cogan turns around and sinkers his huge battle ax into the soldier’s kidney. The man instantly drops the club and falls to the ground. The entire battlefield stinks with dead bodies.
Coming out the other side of his body, an arrow is jammed deep through Cogan’s chest. It barely misses his heart. Three other soldiers from Cogan’s kingdom are alive, but they are missing body-parts, their agility is shot. Their bodies shake on the ground in shock.
Two other soldiers from the conflicting kingdom are alive. They move toward Cogan’s direction. Black-crows swoop down stealing bits of cutup human remains. Pulling an eyeball out of a dead soldier’s head, a crow flies away with a belly full of human-flesh. Dead bodies scatter about like old Marietta-bottles, spilling red blood over the peppery soil.
Anticipating the two men’s movement, Cogan pretends to be out of breath. He drops his battle-axe. It’s too heavy to fight with because of his injuries. Kneeling to one knee, he waits for their appearance. Remembering his son’s favorite 360-combination, he grasps a sword near his feet expecting to use the blended style on the two appeasers.
Cogan tastes the hot-wind, while having a daydream about his lovely wife. He can smell his bedroom.
Lying down on the bed with her on top of him, Cogan has one of her breasts in his mouth. She pulls it out. Climbing up her body, Cogan kisses the middle of her chest. The ambience and the odor of her body are on his skin. He can, in spite of the arrow in his chest, feel her touch. Cogan grabs the sword and pushes himself up into a 360 spin, pivoting his body weight toward his attackers. He chops their heads off. It’s an accurate performance. The soldier’s bodies tumble to the ground while their heads fly off into the other direction.
Cogan has lost a lot of blood. He lies next to one of the men he killed. He falls to sleep.
The sun blazes. It roasts Cogan’s body on the hot soil. He wakes up out of a deep-death-sleep. He hears his wife calling him.
“Help… Please help us!”
Cogan finds the strength to drag-himself-sideways over some dead bodies. He tries to get to his battle axe. An enemy wakes up out of a pile of dead bodies. He stabs Cogan in the ankle. Screaming in terrifying pain, Cogan kicks the man in the face and pulls the knife out of his ankle. He jams the knife through the man’s eye, pinning his head to the red dirt.
“Awwww… You bastard.”
Cogan makes it to his battle axe. One side of his body is sun burnt from lying on his side because of the arrow still stuck in his chest. That isn’t his main concern right now. He has to make his way back home to figure out why his wife awakened him from the dead.
He stands up propping himself with his battle axe. His legs cramp up, and his chest spatters in scrutinizing pain. He limps across the plain of dead bodies using his battle axe like a walking-cane.
AT THE FRONT GATE
Cogan makes it to the front gate. Burnt down relics of the gate smokes in the open air; the whole kingdom is up in a blaze. The gates are down. He pushes pass some people standing around. They watch the kingdom burn to the ground.
One of the men says to Cogan.
“Sir! I’m a doctor. You’re hurt badly. Let me help you.”
Pushing forward, trying to make it to his family, Cogan disregards the doctor’s advice.
He notices some people are alone. Everyone standing outside has lost someone. He tries to move pass the gate. A guard stops him.
“You can’t go in there. Everything is on fire.”
“My wife and son are still in their! I don’t see either of them out here with the others!”
The guard looks him up and down. Cogan’s uniform is shredded, and his body has been severely cut up. A large hickey festers on the back of his head. The guard observes an arrow stuck in Cogan’s chest.
“Sir, you need some medical attention. You can go inside, but I’m warning you. You won’t like what you’ll find.”
The guard yells out to the other guards.
“Let him pass!”
Cogan limps into the city.
THE BURNING CIVIC
Dead women and children scatter about the foundation. The blaze from the heat singes Cogan’s face. All the cottages are glowing hot. The market place has been knocked down. It burns with a blue brilliance.
Some of the women were put on crosses. They were recently put there because their bodies are continuing to fuel the hot flames. Cogan can feel his heart slipping away. His unconscious mind shuts on and off, causing his vision to weaken. When he believes he is about to die then he sees his wife. She is stuck on a cross next to their cottage. He notices his son also.
Leith is enchained with other women and children. Bandits have raided their village. The ground-pirates usually attack during the night, stealing people to sell for slaves in the black-market. Cogan has no more strength to fight. He falls to the ground. One of the men notices him. Leith yells out,
“Dad… Please help us! They are about to set mom on fire! I’m sorry, Dad help us. I couldn’t protect her!”
The band of pirates must have gotten the word back that both armies fell on the battlefield. When Cogan’s kingdom goes off to battle, the gates are usually proudly left open. However, this time it was a misconception. The village’s Archers are lying dead in their towers.
A bandit soldier stands under Helen. He smiles at Cogan. Cogan eyes are open. He turns his head to look up at his wife. She is still alive bare-naked hanging on a cross. Animal fat has been rubbed all over her body. Without any compassion, the man sets her on fire.
LEITH ERICKSON (CONT’D)
“What are you doing? Get up! Help her!”
There is nothing Cogan can do. He tries to speak but blood flows out of his mouth. He turns and watches them take Leith and the rest of the women and children away. Cogan closes his eyes. He falls into a forever sleep.
Cogan awakes from out of a vegetable state. He lies in a medical-camp with some of the remaining men from his village, who survived the attack. It’s one of their older checkpoints in the mountains. The villagers must have carried him there. His body is weak. He has lost a lot of muscle tissue from being dehydrated for a long period of time. Everything hit’s him at once. The battle he lost, his son being taking away, and his wife being burned alive on a cross. Cogan doesn’t know what to do. He screams,
His voice echoes over the mountain range.
What the Hero Remembers
Leith is shirtless lying on the floor with a greasy-fried-chicken-leg on his chest. His mother is in her bedroom. Everything seems normal until he hears people shouting outside. An arrow, lithe on fire, flies through the window. He gets up and runs to his mother’s room. He bangs on the door.
LEITH ERICKSON (CONT’D)
“Wake up, wake up! Mommy, there’s something wrong!”
“What is it?”
A man runs through the door, grabs him, and pulls him outside. Some of the women, who use to be in the army, fight back. Too many enemy attackers gain access to the interior. The defenders are slaughtered. Other women, who are not fighting, fall to their knees. They put their hands behind their backs.
A lady dashes for the front gate holding her young five-year-old son tightly in her arms. An anonymous arrow flies over the wall. It goes in her back. Holding her son in a protected position, the lady falls to the ground face first.
Leith glances back at his cottage. His mother has killed the men, who took him from the living-room. She tightly grasps her sword. A big gash wound bleeds from her forehead. Falling on the porch, she drops the sword and faints…
Leith yells out,
He tries to go to her. One of the pirates hits him in the head. He falls to sleep.
Leith wakes up with shackles around his ankles and ropes tied around his wrist. All the buildings are up in a blaze. Dead women and teenagers are in the streets. They are the ones who decided to fight back. Leith sees his mother. One of the men is taking off her clothes.
Another woman, his neighbor, is being raised into the air. She hangs on a cross with nails through her hands and feet. Down the stretch, other women on crosses raise into the air. Leith yells.
“Leave my mother alone! I’ll kill you! I’ll kill you all.”
He tries to break free, but he gets hit in the head again. He goes unconscious.
AN HOUR LATER
Someone throws a bucket of water in Leith’s face. He wakes up with a sore-neck from getting hit in the back of the head. He sees Helen again.
“Stop, leave her alone! Let me go! I’ll kill you. I swear…”
One of the men raises his club up to hit Leith. However, another man standing in front of the group raises his hand to signal the man not to hit the boy. He must be their leader. He yells,
“Let him watch!”
Leith can’t understand what the man is saying. He speaks with a strange tongue.
They begin to pull them away. A man in the back yells out,
MAN IN THE BACK
Helen is in the air bolted to a cross.
“Leave her! You bastard! When I get loose I am going to kill you all. I promise you!”
Then he sees his father fall to the ground.
“Dad… Please help us! They are about to set mom on fire! I’m sorry, Dad help us. I couldn’t protect her!”
Cogan isn’t moving. Leith looks back and the man standing under his mother sets her on fire.
LEITH ERICKSON (CONT’D)
“What are you doing? Get up! Help her!”
There’s nothing he could do. They pull him out of the gate!”
OUTSIDE THE BURNING CIVIC
Outside the burning civic, people from the village hide in the brushes. They watch the pirates take the children and women away. The village army has been wiped out. The villagers outside are the older combat vets, ken eyed and familiar with the art of war. There’s nothing the rescue party can really do about the current situation because one-thousand enemy archers stand on the opposite side of the forest.
It’s true the enemy might have more archers and soldiers, but if the enemy sets foot over their line then they defiantly will lose their lives. These older men and women will fight until the last man stands. However, they are not foolish. Anyone can tell that the enemy has a very strong defense and none of the villagers are strong, or young enough to dodge an arrow. Most of them are in their 80s and 90s. They were either out fishing or hunting.
A 60-year-old man runs from behind the woods and yells,
“Let those children go!”
He throws an iron axe into one of the rival’s neck. The pirate falls to the ground releasing his grip on the chain. Some warm blood splashes into Leith’s face. The Old-Man bends down and pulls a knife from his boot. Moreover, Oh, the terror he receives when he stands back up again. He sacrificed his life for a little piece of retribution. The old man’s body is darted with more than one hundred arrows. He falls backwards. The arrows prop him up two-feet from the ground. His blood drains down the arrows’ shafts.
One of the men from the opposing side speaks to Leith.
MAN WITH SCAR
“See what happens when you don’t listen.”
He has a big scar on his face, wearing some armor that reads “F-e-a-r!”
They take the women and children away. Leith Erickson and the rest of the villagers will never see their home again.
Translation from the Top
The Old Commander reaches out to him shivering, his hands shakes vigorously.”
“Leith Erickson… Don’t you remember who I am?”
The hero sticks his sword in the dirt wiping the blood from his face.
“Father, I’m such a mess! Please I’m not going to kill you! You must stop fighting!”
“I can’t stop fighting you! It’s my duty to my kingdom to do battle with your kind! The people that you work for are the same people who killed your mother!”
They are shouting at each other.
“It wasn’t them that did this! You must stop blaming everyone! I have a duty to the Camelot people to protect them. Please father, stop fighting!”
“I’m proud of you son that you can be so forgiving. You remind me so much of your mother. I can’t believe what I’m seeing right now. You must kill the rest of those men and me.”
(raising his hand toward his men)
After I lost both of you, I became a bad man, and I am in their brotherhood. I raped children, killed women, and burnt villages to the ground. I gave up looking for you. But it’s remarkable. I finally found you again. Please put me to sleep, so I can catch up with your mother’s other life.”
“Father… Don’t make me do this!”
“It’s your duty as a soldier! Do it now!”
The hero pulls his broken sword from out of the ground.
COMMANDER COGAN (CONT’D)
He pushes himself up and throws his battle axe down.
What is it father?
“Remember your favorite move that I really liked seeing you do on those dummies?”
“Yes I do dad.”
“Please let me see it again! Goodbye son. I’ll always love you and your mother!”
“And I’ll always love you and her.”
The Hero is originally left handed. However, since a very young age he has been working in the Camelot Army. The army and all the fighting he has experienced modified his fighting style. Everybody watches him staring at the ground. The fighting dies out. The barbarians, who surrendered are on their knees out of breath with their hands behind their heads.
“Do it now!”
The hero runs toward him jumping in the air doing a 360 backspin chopping off his father’s head.
Death Keeper’s Poetry Break
He is He
Written by Daton L. Fluker
He believes I’m a star.
I believe that I’m a soldier.
He believes in the future.
It’s always going to be brightly designed for him.
He believes in me.
This world is full of contradictions.
High school drop outs having children.
Homeless families are forsaken to beg for kindness.
Third world countries vast themselves in selfishness and Greed
STDS immense in turmoil, burning people dreams to the ground.
Terrorism takes a new found world for a child, and turns it into darkness.
I BELIEVE I’M BLESSED.
I believe in happy go lucky.
Meaning you’re lucky for what you have and there are others who have lesser meals.
He knew this to.
When I get off track, he is there to put me back on the train.
Sometimes I feel as if I’m an Island hopper, a traveler jumping from place to place trying to find a future.
His future, his joy, and his pride were me, and my sisters, and brothers.
He gave us bread when there was no butter.
He still believes even when he is completely in debt.
His love I got for a song.
However, to be his understudy was hard because I stop believing.
Let me put it this way.
I was part of his life, but I never walked in his shoes.
In the autumn of my life, I’m glad he was there.
I was born in Generation X, and I learned more than my share of what the world has to offer.
I feel ageless because thousands of years of madness have been thrust upon me.
To love him was the prime of his life.
And to be-loved by him was the beginning of mines.
A story of truth and graciousness
My past is old as the hills, but my future is ageless because of him.
CAMELOT DIMENSION 360
The Long Winter
Written by Author
Daton L Fluker
Flemish Translation done by
CHAPTER 5 SHRIEKS IN THE DARK FROM OUR INNERMOST FEARS V
Walking away in the distance toward the direction of the Kingdom of Anthropophagite, the Passing Tory soaks in his own blood, holding his chopped off arm. The wind blows slowly and the coldness soaks into his bones, not seeming to get any better, turning the different levels of his burnt skin into a frost-gel. It’s good for him because the coldness takes some of the pain away.
He has 48-hours of traveling ahead of him, and he’s forced to walk back home without his mask, shirtless, and only his disconnected arm to consume. The nub on his elbow joint is pustule grey. His cut-off-arm will be used as a source of food, and only if he can bear to stomach anything after what has just happened to him.
The Mayor armor steams hot. His forearms are scalded, and his red blood vessels crack through his skin, bleeding out. Even so, he doesn’t pamper his wounds. Getting back to business, the Mayor yells out to his army.
“Bring the transporters and pick those weapon’s up! We don’t have all day! We need to begin reconstructing!”
Only a few civilians versus soldiers exist. Even without weapons the army is still over-powering.
Everybody is in miss-belief. The villagers chat among themselves. One of the villagers gets impatient. He screams out.
“We’re still hungry! What shall we eat?”
The Mayor raises his arm pointing toward the sky. He yells.
“Learn to shoot arrows!”
The debate on what to eat causes the Mayor’s three fingered hand to reach out for the part of Minaera that is full of light directly into the stratosphere. Oh, how bright the sky has become. Kindling the rays of light, surfing the clouds with their broad wingspans, colorful birds are sky-bound. In a few more weeks this place will be swarming with animal and plant life. The Mayor directs his attention to some of the workers who are on recess.
“You… You… and You! Come with me. The rest of you keep them encircled until we get back!”
The warmth from the sun gives a feeling of tranquility, but only on your right side. On the other part of your body blows, a pygmy wintry gust of air that echoes deep into your chest, slowing your heart beat down. The cold reaches the heart’s flow stopping the natural output of energy.
Taking them toward the cottages, laying sinful in the middle of town, the Mayor’s nerves are edgy. The mud congested bricks on the building has inverted the color into a shade of an unusual brownish-grey. Braised grass seep up from out of the side of the building, giving the first structure an even duller look. What is more contagious to the sight is seeing what’s on the ground near the door. They can see it clearly as they approach closer. A human arm is stuck in a mud puddle. It has been sucked clean, all the way to the bone.
The arm must be a few days old because the tendons between the bones are overflowing with cringing microscopic single-celled organisms, large enough to see with the naked human eye.
Even to the Mayor, who has killed many men in his regiment of command, is sickened by the sight of this. All the years he has spent in the army, nothing could have prepared him for a situation this blown out. How could these individuals change their diets from eating with friends and family to eating each other? The Mayor continues inside.
No one in the village has the tools to make glass so the portals on the walls are covered with grass-woven-panels except for a few windows, which are being used to let moonlight in.
Sections inside are divided with large mud walls. Each of the families has their own sleeping compartment laced with leaves and hay. At the back of the rooms, there are places dug out with heavier stacks of hay and woven sheets of grass on top of them where everyone sleeps. Checking everything out, he can make a mental report about how everyone lives. It is the Mayor’s responsibility to take care of unspoken issues. So far, everything seems fine.
With ken eyes, he trudges through every room. He goes to the back pantry. The sight inside makes a worker throw-up. A man’s body is mutilated in the center of the floor. In this area, everyone gets together to have lunch or evening conversations. Some of his body parts are missing. The villagers must have been eating on him because parts of his face have been bitten off. It’s an enthusiastic prism that keeps the sense of hearing bent-on-ear with a strait crimson makeup. Life is unsettled and the future for Camelot makes no subsequent sense.
Powered By Vision
10 HOURS LATER
The impression of the night falls again. The clouds give interference to the sunlight. Having a big feast with roasted duck, long-neck-swans, and some red-meat, the army brought back with them from their journey, the people are enjoying themselves. The Archers in the village are allowed to keep their arrows because a Kingdom under a truce, conversely, needs a way to feed its people.
A confused lady walks between groups of playful villagers. Her clothes are dirty and she has no shoes on. A few of her toes have been frost-bitten to the point, where they have broken off. She carries a wooden-steak. After her stomach was filled with delicious food, she realizes something very awful.
Some of the children play in the crowd like nothing casehardening has ever occurred in the last few months. Bloody images of what several of the villagers and herself had done to her husband; infuse into her thoughts like an uncategorized time bomb.
What unfolded her Insanity?
People, who grew up in the coldness, live on the black side of Minaera. Children who have never seen the light have recess before the start of the new semester. This part of Minaera is cold but not as cold enough to freeze the planet over. It’s snowing outside as usual. A central school situates next to an academy. The central school hosts classes for teenage boys in girls.
The same lady, younger than her previous appearance, sits on the bleachers with some of her friends. They have on long dresses. Her dress is blue and her hair is cutely bowed.
Their eyes are fixed on some teenage boys, who are training outside. The boys are learning to wrestle. It’s a curriculum that all the males in their community have to be accustomed to during their adolescent years.
One of the boys is smaller than the other boys in his age group. This is the way they separate them, not by their weight or height, but by their age. The fighters are embossed inside a circle laminated with white paint around its edges. The rules of the game are to mobilize your opponent. Make them give up by holding them to the ground or put them in salutary restraints.
The young men strip down to nothing except for clothes covering their private parts. Large flambeaus are grounded around the foundation, helping to give off light. They burn night in to night out.
The young man waves at one of the girls sitting in the bleachers. She doesn’t wave back. She is delighted that he waved. However, because of her shyness, she doesn’t have the ability to raise her hand to return the favor.
He thinks she is ignoring him because she has an unflavored facial expression. She sits between three of her friends on the-outstands. They’re having a conversation about the boys frolic play.
The boy steps into the circle. He charges toward the bigger boy without even thinking of a strategy. The smaller boy is angry because Emily never waves at him. He has a really big crush on her.
One of her friends says,
“Oh, look at the little mouse. He is so gullible.”
The other boy puts his knee deep into the smaller boy’s chest knocking him back first to the ground. The smaller boy hasn’t given up yet because he doesn’t want to be made fun of in front of the girls on the bleachers.
“He has a body like a girl. Why doesn’t he just give up? He looks so stupid.”
The bigger boy stomps at the smaller boy snaking on his back. He moves out of the way slithering backward.
“Emily what do you think? He is such a loser right?”
The girl who has a crush on the smaller boy name is Emily. She is one of the popular girls in school. Emily replies.
“Whatever you say…”
The bigger boy jumps toward the smaller boy, who is still on his back, aiming his knee for his chest. The smaller boy fights for his life. Moreover, he is one of the first boy’s to even try this style of fighting. Before the bigger boy could angle his knee into the smaller boy’s chest, the smaller boy throws his forearms up blocking the soft part of his body.
“I hope he kills him.”
All the girls begin to giggle, except for Emily. The smaller boy is on top choking the other boy’s neck, but he wasn’t strong enough to hold him there. The larger boy quickly takes control knocking him backwards.
The smaller boy slithers away on his back. The larger boy jumps on top of him and puts him in an arm bar, the smaller boy tussles with the larger one for a minute. The smaller boy finally gives in.
“This is so pathetic. Let’s go. Emily?”
All the girls get up except for Emily. She is amazed about her friend’s courage.
FIRST GIRL (CONT’D)
“Emily what are you waiting for? Come on.”
When the first girl called out her name again, Emily immediately responds. She leaves with them. The smaller boy and the larger boy go to the back of their lines waiting for their turn once more.
The smaller boy continues to stare at her as she leaves with the other girls. She smiles at him and when she puts her attention back on her friends, the girls seem to giggle at the same time.
Emily was amazed that the smaller boy could fight like that with someone so tall and strong. However, because of the way she turns away, it makes him believe she was teasing him with her friends. He looks depressed, and stares at the ground.
NEAR THE COTTAGE
A few hours have passed. The smaller boy, who was wrestling, is alone in the middle of the darkness. He runs into a large cetaras tree, similar to our Earth’s oak tree except it’s completely white. The boy believes he is alone. Emily usually goes home down the same route every day. She sees him near a flickering flambeau. He doesn’t see her there. In the pitch black, a little farther off away from him, Emily says with a low tone.
Putting her hand on her mouth, she muffles out any other sounds. Aaron clearly didn’t hear her. He raves on about today.
“Why doesn’t she wave at me? I adore her ever since I laid eyes on her.”
Emily thinks, “Who could he be talking about?” He did wave at her, and she didn’t wave back. Even so, he could be talking about any of the other girls. Emily continues to listen to him talking to himself. Falling to his knees, Aaron’s shoulders are sore and he’s out of breath from hitting the tree with it this Afternoon. Aaron rants,
“I’ll die for her! Why want you even let her wave at me?”
He bows his head to the ground. Emily is confused; she still doesn’t understand who he is talking about. Aaron contends, with a weak tone.
She didn’t hear him say it the first time. He says it a second time raising his head up to the tree.
Emily is sincerely shocked. Stunned about what she has just heard, her heart pumps fast locking her in one position. He screams it out the third time, yelling it to the three moons.
Breaking free of her trance, Emily runs away from him toward the cottages. Aaron hears something. He believes it is a wild animal. Nevertheless, he has no strength left in his body to check. Tears pore out of his eyes.
In Emily’s Room
Emily sleeps in her soft bed. It’s carved from cetaras wood. Everything in her room is white. Lying down next to some stuffed animals, Emily’s hand is on her heart. She gazes out of the window. Candle light brightens up the room giving off a gloomy setting. She has been struck by a cupid’s arrow, not realizing it until she heard him say her name three times. Conversely, she knows now that Aaron has feelings for her.
She thinks to herself.
“Oh Aaron. What should we do about this? I believe we’re meant to be together? I just don’t know what I should do when I see you tomorrow. I’m the only Emily in this village. I hope that It was I, the Emily, you were fighting the cetaras tree for.”
She smiles and closes her eyes dreaming about him.
Walking down the hall way to class, Aaron avoids touching people because of his sore shoulders. The halls are crowded and the students promenade around there classes creating commotion. Emily enters inside. She was following him to school. He doesn’t see her because he walks with his head down staring at the floor. He certainly didn’t get that much sleep last night because he did have to battle the big white tree. He doesn’t notice her when she comes up behind him. She taps him on the shoulder. Aaron turns around irritated because someone touched him on his tender part. He was about to yell until he sees who it was.
Before he could finish saying her name, she already has her arms around him. She kisses him on the cheek.
“Bye Aaron. I’ll see you later.”
Her touch is soft and warm. Her actions turn him into a frozen statue. She goes to her class, but before she leaves him standing in shock, she turns back around and waves. Staring at her, Aaron is literally embarrassed. He can’t wave back. She knows that he is confused, plus his shoulders hurt. This amuses her.
In Between Passes
It has gotten too cold in the village. The Camelot people move away from the older city to the next checkpoint. Cities are usually small and the King moves his people out soon as its cold enough to freeze the seas over. Everybody enjoys themselves on the journey. Some of the children sing, and the soldiers converse with their family members, not paying enough attention to their surroundings.
The Camelots travel on a trail between a mountain and a black forest. What the people don’t understand is that an enemy army has been watching them for hours from the top of the mountain-pass.
The Lord and his wife are in the royal cart at the front. Emily and Aaron are older now. They hold hands, walking together in the middle of the crowd. Prince Matchbox rides his horse in the front of the formation. This route is usually fine. For many years their ancestors traveled across these roads without any short comings, except for today. The Mayor a lot younger from his previous state screams out.
“Everybody… Run into the forest!”
Arrows from the top of the mountain rain down on them. Some of Camelots people lie in the road with arrows stuck in their bodies. The wounded are reaching out to the others but everybody else runs for his or her life.
More arrows fall down. A man, who reaches for his wife, drops his hand when an arrow goes through his head sticking in the ground propping it up. His eyes never close.
Some workers put down the royal taxi and help the Queen and Lord into the forest. The people, who have escaped the shower, run into an unexpected trap. Barbarians wait for them in the grove. They come out clubbing the people. The Hero screams out to the swordsmen, who are watching the mountain tops from the edge.
Jumping off his horse, the hero runs after the Barbarians, who are enjoying their surprise attack. The Hero throws his sword into one of their heads splitting it in half. The Swordsmen catch on to what’s happening. Everything is proceeding to fast. The swordsmen run into the forest behind the Hero. The Camelot archers put their attention on the Barbarians in the woods. They shoot arrows at them. However, the Barbarian Archers on the mountain tops have an advantage. They shoot at the Camelot Archers wounding their attack point. An arrow from a Camelot soldier’s bow goes through the back of one of the barbarians, who is racing behind the Hero. The Barbarian falls to the ground.
Retrieving his sword the Hero progresses toward the battle. Swords cling together and arrows fly into the trees between sections. One of the swordsmen has been encircled by Barbarians. However, he is saved by a group of Camelot Warriors now fighting back with axes. The Hero screams.
“Push them back! Get our people away from the mountain pass!”
An arrow pierces through his shoulder, but he carries on the quarrel, not flinching about the pain. The Camelot archers maintain their position, still getting shot at with arrows by the Barbarians from the Mountain top. With the collaboration of the swordsmen, horsemen, and warriors, the Camelot army drives the Barbarians away from the people.
Scattered about in unclear sections, the Camelots and their families might not make it. The Barbarians are also clustered in the woods with them. The Camelot people begin to call out their family member names. Emily is by herself screaming to the top of her lungs.
“Aaron! Where are you?”
A gigantic man comes from out of the woods. He was listening to her screams with an arrow puncturing into his left leg.
“No…No…. Stay away from me! Someone, help me!”
Emily ran too far in the woods. Everyone calls someone’s name. The noise from the crowd drowns her out. The big Barbarian approaches toward her with his ax raised in the air. However, before the ax hits her face, Aaron grabs it.
He yells at her.
The big Barbarian grabs Aaron’s neck with his huge hand. It wraps around it immediately crushing his windpipe.
Before Emily leaves, she grabs the arrow that is stuck in the Barbarians leg and pulls it out. His grip loosens and he screams.
Getting an adrenaline rush, the Barbarian kicks Aaron in the chest knocking him backwards into the dark. The Barbarian tries to stump him. However, Aaron blocks the Barbarian’s huge knees, by using his forearms as a shield.
The Barbarian raises his ax and slams it down into the dirt. Aaron snakes on his back out of the ax’s path. The ax sticks in the mud. While the Barbarian tries to pull it out, Aaron jumps on his back. Aaron is on top of him choking him out. The Barbarian falls to the ground like a blob of antiseptic jell when Aaron breaks the Barbarian’s neck.
“Emily! Stop running! Come back its safe now!”
She hears him and replies.
She turns around and runs back toward his direction.
Inside a mud-cottage, Emily and Aaron are in their room. They are newlyweds, and everything seems fine as usual, except for a few small mystifications. Everyone is dressed in rags. The people in the cottage haven’t taken a bath since the last confrontation with the army in the woods. It has been almost three years now. Everyone, who is still loyal to the Lord, pretends not to be loyal because there just isn’t that many of them. The Dukes have hired a Passing Tory to make their cravings go away. Anyone who doesn’t eat the chef’s cuisine is picked first to be thrown on the grill, or in the pot of boiling water.
Both Aaron and Emily sit tense in the corner of their room. Everybody has small portions of stew made from human flesh. You only get a bowl a day. However, that still isn’t enough to fill their raging appetites. It’s like a dream, Emily is delusional and she can’t control her actions. She says to him.
He tries to calm her down.
“Shhh. Keep your voice down. Here you can have the rest of mine.”
He hands her his portion of the stew. She rudely takes his bowl and swallows it down without even thinking about the taste.
“Some of us will leave here tonight. I want you to come with us. We’ll try to find food and shelter in the next district.”
Emily isn’t listening to him. She is delusional speaking only lunacy because of the hunger boiling in her stomach.
“Shut up! You are a man! Find a way to feed your wife! I’ll kill you, I swear!”
She has something in her hand. He sees what it is. He tries talking her out of it.
“Now honey put the knife down. We can get through…”
Before he finishes his sentence, Emily jams the knife into his chest. He gets up trying to run from her. Everybody can see from out of their stalls. They have no doors. Someone yells out.
More people follow behind them. They all go into the pantry room. Aaron falls to his back and Emily puts his head into her lap. He and she stare into each other eyes. Emily is not staring with love. She’s stares through the eyes of a mad animal. When he believes she’s going to kiss him, she bends down and bites a piece of his jaw off. Exhausted from bleeding out, his heart stops. More people with knives come in. They cut portions of him off.
Standing on top of the hill, the Mayor watches everyone having fun for the first time in ages. He gazes down at a group of men wrestling. The Camelot people need some type of break. The Mayor enjoys watching them laugh and play because it reminds him, of how they use to have fun during PT lessons when they were children. A young girl runs by the men wrestling. When he glances at the girl passing by that is when he sees Emily. His heavy voice screeches out over the loud singing.
Everyone freezes. It’s Emily’s signal to stick the wooden steak into her heart. When she does it begins to rain.
Emily and Aaron’s Funeral
The rain pours down. The Mayor finally had gotten the truth of what happened to Emily and her husband Aaron from one of the villagers. There’s no way he can punish anyone for this crime. The alibi was that everyone was addicted to eat. Both Aaron and Emily are buried in the same grave. Until death do us-part?
One at a time the villagers put rocks on their grave to be used as tomb stones. No one wants to move. They are soaking wet. Everyone stares at the grave. They will remember this day. It will be there forever nightmare.
CAMELOT DIMENSION 360
The Long Winter
Written by Author
Daton L Fluker
Flemish Translation done by
CHAPTER 4 YOU INVITED ME HERE! NOW HELP ME GET BACK HOME! IV
The new Lord gets up off the floor with his inoperable heart and soulful thoughts. He sits down in the thrown. The more the dawn arises, the more the hours pierce into the clouds and further into the morning. The daybreak seeps into the windows. The warmth from the sun rays haze the fluids from the blood stains on the table constructing the steam to dance around in vapor circles. Breaking the silence, someone enters.
Startling and causing him to jerk his head toward the door into the direction of the offender, a young teenage boy appears. Carrying some arrows and a bow to present to Lord Matchbox, the teenager is an Archer in the Camelot’s army.
Lord Matchbox is confounded in his own circlet, orbiting into a crisis or a mental breakdown.
“Just set them on the table and leave.”
The young man acknowledges his request. He puts the bow and arrows on the table and looks around the room.
The boy thinks to himself, “Royalty shouldn’t be living like this.” This is how rumors get started. He turns around and leaves out the door. Ultimately, Lord Matchbox is alone again. Without wasting anytime, he goes over to the table. Picking up the bow, he stands with his feet shoulder with a part. It is important when aiming a bow to keep your body in a straight position. He stands unbowed with his head directly attaining for the ceiling.
Taking the arrow and placing it on the knocking point; he pulls the line back, keeping his elbow even with the bow. The bow lines up with his nose while his eyes aim down the string and down the arrow tip. There isn’t an aiming sight so shooting this particular type of arrow takes a certain skill. Well, doing it this way apparently.
He lifts the head up toward one of the statues of his father on the ceiling and releases the bow-string. Breaking off the statue’s head, the arrow sinks into the wall. Preparing to reload it in the same fashion, he continues to shoot the statues until he clears the room with them.
Arrow-heads are stuck in the ceiling, and bits and pieces of stone are on the floor. However, that still doesn’t feed his raging craving for retribution. Lord Matchbox takes the bow and breaks it in half.
The Passing Tory from the Kingdom of Anthropophagite
Surrounding the Passing Tory, eight swordsmen and six archers won’t let him leave the hill. The Passing Tory paces back and forth, looking out at the crowd, staring back at him. He is considered to be the hangman, plus if he is harmed in anyway, then their entire kingdom could be brought down to dust. Everyone in the village is just as evil and corrupted now as the people of Anthropophagite. They have savored the blood of their brothers. The clouds are blackening. Everything turns dark. The bad weather games its way into the clear skies. However, this time it’s not snow clouds. It’s the calling of a rainstorm. It will soon scale across the land and flood its empty rivers with pure fresh water. Clouds like this would pose for seven days and seven nights. That’s 24 hours multiplied by seven, which is an equivalent to 196 hours of water fall.
The soldiers have taken off the Passing Tory’s mask but something is terribly wrong with his face. His features are obscured, and it is kind of like staring at someone with double vision.
His head has been split in half with some type of iron frame tearing into his skull. Perhaps he had this trinket on since birth. His people always wear some form of a cover or black veil because of the unattractiveness in their appearance.
Today the Passing Tory has been unmasked. The irritable crowd makes him impatient, so he bellows and wails out noises like a small animal while flapping his hands at them. He speaks. His voice is weak and frail like a little girl’s voice or a baby pig. The whole village quiets down to listen. Scared children are frightened, not just because of the circumstances, but they are also terrified of their-own family members. The villager’s faces are dirty, their teeth are yellow, and none of them have taken a bath for almost one decade. They stare back. He holds his hands out and points to one of the village women. He says,
“Only if life was as sudden as the wind panting through her hair; the smell I earn for it.”
He takes one of the cut fingers from off his bracelet and chews it. A few people in the crowd throw up because of his disgusting face.
PASSING TORY (CONT’D)
“Kin burns a fire in my soul that is everlasting. I’ll be your hunger-full nightmare. It’s a conception to me that we all can’t be someone’s meal. If someone offers to feast on you then you should let them. Everybody deserves this type of therapy but most never get it. How can you judge me? I have given you what you wanted. Didn’t I? Something to tide you over for the winter.”
Unexpectedly kicked open, the doors on Town Hall are heard a mile away. Making a loud crashing noise Lord Matchbox storms out of Town Hall, gripping his sword in a guarded position. He heads for the Passing Tory. The mayor stands next to the creature not saying a word. He looks concerned and worried about the Lords hasty actions.
The Passing Tory yells out to him,
“Your people called me! There were so many hungry people! I only did what I was told to do! You should let your rage out on them and not on…”
Suddenly, the mayor punches him in the nose.
Lord Matchbox increases faster toward their direction.
“Sir… Don’t do this! If we kill him then this’ll initiate a big war between Anthropophagite Kingdom and ours! We’re in the wrong! This won’t solve anything…”
The Mayor can’t stop him. He tries to give Lord Matchbox some advice, but he won’t take it. It’s a commercialized event. However, the viewers are attending with hungry stomachs and delusional frowns, causing most of them to carry about in disbelief. They stare and watch this derangement of events occur. The crowd stays quiet.
Lord Matchbox passes the mayor. The Passing Tory screams something. Nevertheless, the Lord’s racing thoughts drowned everything out. For some reason, he can’t even sense the coldness, let alone hearing The Passing Tory’s screechy little voice. No matter what hallucination he is having, he cannot block out the Mayors loud voice.
“Sir… Think about all these people and their family members! If you do this, you’ll bring shame and war on all of us! Think about their futures!”
Like a tiger stalking its prey, the Lord stares at The Passing Tory. The crowd watches. Snow falls from the sky, and dust clouds formulate in the distance.
Matchbox grips his sword. He swings it toward the Passing Tory’s neck, cutting off the finger bracelet. It falls to the ground.
The Lord turns to the people.
“Look at us! How can we let someone like this come into our community? You ate your own family members. If that wasn’t the worse site for me and the others watching from those windows, then I don’t know what is?”
He points his sword out to the windows of Town Hall.
LORD MATCHBOX (CONT’D)
“You ate innocent children! Think about how many young people and their mother’s and father’s lives you have destroyed! What if this new day never comes? Who’ll you answer to? Who’ll you blame for your actions? You stand there, and look up, and all you see is a monster!”
He guides his sword to The Passing Tory.
LORD MATCHBOX (CONT’D)
“And I watch this creature, this freak, kill pristine newborns! New life… And you watched it to!”
He pauses and catches his breath.
“And you suspect me as your Lord to get revenge on this misguided soul! His whole kingdom is anomalous! Got Dam… You cursed yourselves!”
He directs all his attention on The Passing Tory.
“Walk away now!”
The Passing Tory is being ignorant, not listening to him. He knows the Lord has no jurisdiction or power to hurt him.
“Well… What will I eat on my journey home?”
Annoyed of the Passing Tory’s squeaky voice, Lord Matchbox could only speak with his blade. He chops the Passing Tory’s arm off from the elbow joint. The Tory screams in scrutinizing pain.
“Aw! My arm, it hurts!”
Blood from his open laceration spills on the hill; the fat dupe falls backwards. The lord yells at him.
“You moron, eat yourself! Someone… Knot his arm up so he won’t bleed to death! And don’t give him any treatment! Send him back to his Kingdom with his fucking arm!”
Two workers bring some old clothes and tie his arm up. The stub is still hemorrhaging. It won’t stop bleeding out.
Lord Matchbox isn’t through devouring him. Tears of hate roll down the Lords face as he watched him throw 13 babies into the pot of boiling water, which is now blazing in front of him. He says with a concerned voice.
“Looks like his arm isn’t going to stop bleeding, I have an idea!”
He raises his sword to the people and screams.
LORD MATCHBOX (CONT’D)
“Stick it in the pot!”
The Passing Tory tries to fight. However, some workers, and warriors hold him in place. They bring him toward the hot water.
A person from out of the crowd yells,
PERSON IN CROWD
Then the other people begin to cry out.
“All hell Lord Matchbox…”
The roar commences weak at first, but every time the town’s people yell, their screams ignite catching like a wildfire. The water is scalding hot. The men can’t fully get the Passing Tory in the pot. The Mayor walks beside them and grabs The Passing Tory by the neck. He shoves the stub deep into the scalding water. Some of the water splashes out in one of the worker’s face changing the texture of his skin into an instant florid. He falls to the ground holding it screaming.
“Help, someone help me!”
The Tory protects his face with his other arm. Another worker stops and begins throwing dirt and ice on the worker’s face.
The hot water splashes on the Mayor’s arm and his armor. The vapor loafs about in the air combusting his body’s liquids. He doesn’t seem concerned about his skin melting. Everyone knows the Mayor relishes pain. He permits the water to scold him. The Passing Tory arm cooks quite nicely. He screams.
“I’m sorry! Please! It’s so hot! Aw… Stop, Stop!”
The living cells in his arm changes from carved meat to a boiled subsistence. The Mayor holds him there for more than thirty seconds. The rest of the men had to let go. However, the Mayor keeps him in place. When the Mayor gets enough of the hot water, he pulls the Passing Tory back throwing him to the icy dirt.
“Throw him his arm!”
One of the workers picks the Passing Tory’s arm up and throws it at him. It falls in the center of his chest. Speaking to the Passing Tory,
“Go! Get out of my sight before I change my mind!”
His voice rises over the crowd’s roar.
Lord Matchbox screams out to them.
Everybody goes quiet.
LORD MATCHBOX (CONT’D)
“Look at the way we are living? We are savages! I’m throwing a Truce on the city as of today! You all can leave if you want! You cowards should kill yourselves for the crimes you all committed! If it wasn’t for your new Mayor! I would have you all murdered!”
Sitting in a social position, the worker, who has been scalded, packs snow on his face.
His face has been melted. His eyes have turned to a solid white.
“Go about yourselves. Never call me a coward for doing this! You all are weak.”
The soldiers lay their weapons down. When a kingdom goes into a truce, the army must drop all their arms and become workers. Matchbox throws his sword to the ground and retires to Town Hall.
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