“Little Worth” written by Daton L. Fluker dedicated to Freddie Mercury

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Little Worth written by Daton L. Fluker on August 31, 2010.

Dedicated to Freddie Mercury.

What is this thing that builds and inventiveness but then diminishes away?

Pinus palustris needles bewilders in the forest.

And sadness and hate builds inside the long leaf pine tree.

Life bothers the needles of the tree.

The wind blows green with darken hate.

The ground finds a place for Earth to recap itself.

So does the foundation of life find a way to weld a new garden.

God, I beg you to forgive Adam and Eve and let us venture our souls again.

It’s that one moment that is very sweet to most, but still brutally miserable for others.

Sisters and brothers dream in our garden.

Mothers bear fruit, and the tree of life moves on butchering us fruitfully.

Catch my tears with your rag.

Tape my wounds and whip my ass.

A thousand forever’s forgotten; most are remembered but all is lost.

The most valuable things are given by time.

A kiss a touch and even a smell is given by time.

Appetites grow uncountable.

Greed penetrates kayos.

Art is now captured and not canvassed.

Time tortures dreams but inevitably destroys us.

Nothing is certain not even a perennial source of water.

The emulation to survive has taking away valuable time.

Is this sadness are a regrettable remembrance of forever?

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Valentine Kisses by Horror Novelist, Daton L. Fluker

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Valentine Kisses by Horror Novelist, Daton L. Fluker – February 8, 2014

The comfort of the weary tongue whispers sugar in my cup, as Casy blows out angel’s dust.
A final darkness calls my ear to her precious voice. I please her. Invisible tears fall down my heartbeats as we make Valentine’s Love.
I lose myself in her eyes. Her hair smells like Chrysanthemum rain. Stay away; your touch will bring me to my knees on Valentine’s Day.
The night find sinners kissing. Sexual favors endures the empty basket filling it with blood. Teeth clenches lips. A mouth bits flesh.
I begged. I told her, I’ll drink anything that came out of her. Terrified of my own faith, I watched her spit waste on the hardwood floor.
The undivided carries me to hell. In the desert, madness circles around dead beast. Nightmares fictions from unspoken memories.
Valentine kisses from a horror novelist. Nightmares carry me to darkness. I’ll kiss you with a lizard’s tongue baby.
The war calls me to bear arms while laying naked in the sand. I lay in shame with no reverence to slow my crossing.
When I saw tears fall from her eyes, it magnified everything. The images stayed inside me for days. It stopped my precious world.
She asked me, “who are you?” And I replied, “I’m Daton L. Fluker baby.”
You confuse me with a customary human. I’m not the same as them. I am your reflection. I am the Muse. I am the nightmare King.
The RPM’s hot. The revolutions per minute could never keep track of the time on my mind.
Once it’s done, all thermometers will perish with the last star.
The nightmares in my head make my eyes draw weary. The knowledge of mercy flows out. My body perishes but my stories live. My nightmares end when time ends.
A city of beast shall not be mocked. They are angels to the slaughter. The shadows deduct me into a cataclysm of abhorrence.
Our feet will give out one day my friend. But at least our hearts traveled in the mist. We spoke words.
Not even planets, stars, or dust lasts forever. However, it’s transformed into rock or crystal that adds a reflection of hardness.
Not everyone, but some of us listen, some of us care, and some of us will design our paths with knowledge learnt from guardians.
It reminds me that we can still transform into stars. It reminds me of faith. Beautiful fire will end when it’s fuel burns out.

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Daton L. Fluker’s Twitter Followers’ Love Letter

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Daton L. Fluker’s Twitter Followers’ Love Letter
Written by Daton L. Fluker
February, 6th 2014

Daton’s Twitter
Our time is precious. There is never an end. I’m only a man. Hate me if you like. But remember, we loved each other for one perfect day.
Large masses. They accrete with convection. Daton L. Fluker’s army rises with passion, fear, and heartbeats.
A match is lit. Hot oil sears our caps to ball skin. Our jurisdictions are mocked by shadows. Our skin ashe to flames.
Theirs no more beast to barbecue. Freezing ice fills cabinets. Baby, when I’m gone, castle walls tumble to the sizzling dirt.
Some pirates live with their foot to the metal. The law came to take my looted booty away. Bury me with gold in a hole filled with snakes.
Words use to make men cry. If I made a movie, I would make your tears fall so I can catch them on my shirt. You will always be my heart.
What hurled me more than an open flesh wound than a broken heart, is when I looked into my own eyes and said, I don’t remember who you are.
The gloomy sky rains the end.
Be brave my child. Run with the pack. Affirm your faith you bastard! Hold the sword! Fight for love!
Many don’t believe in the hearts of human beings anymore. But, some of us still listen. Some of us affirm our heartbeats. Some of us love my dear.
I send a broadcast.
I can’t write love letters to a stranger in the sky. When time collapse, our tears shall not be kissed by vicious lips.
How can beauty adore snakes? To you I’m filthier than the worms in your garden. My sweet dears, I don’t deserve it, to touch your skin.
References of the dark; beauty in one shape. Metal forged of flowers. The lost art. The nightmare creation.
I thought we were one. However my friend, when you un-followed me, all roads ended for us.

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Yokohama Japan Jan. 11 2012 by Daton L Fluker

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I’ve been travelling the town to work on my new book Substance. Substance will be a horror novel that will be completed at the end of this month. Happy New Years everyone.
Sincerely,
Author and Teacher Daton L. Fluker

This is Another Movie night With Daton L Fluker

This is Another Movie night With Daton L Fluker

Sit back, relax and kick off your shoes. Be captive, and come into my lovely residence, and I will bring you a soda, or a beer.

 


Figure 1 (Daton L. Fluker, 2010)

 

The first topic we will be discussing today is The Expendables (2010. First let me innervate on one of my favorite actors. I always enjoy watching Sylvester Stallone movies. I remember sitting in front of a black and white television watching First Blood. First Blood was the first Rambo movie. Rambo: First Blood 2 was the second. When I watched the second for the first time, my parents upgraded to color television. I remember one of my favorite lines in Rambo: First Blood 2 clear as day,

“Then what is it that you want?”

    “I want, what they want, and every other guy who came over here and spilled his guts and gave everything he had, wants! For our country to love us as much as we love it! That’s what I want!”

It must be one of those flashbulb memories
Dajevu-s.

If you never seen the movie Rambo then I will give you a little explanation about what happened. John Rambo is a Vietnam Vet. When he comes home from Vietnam, the American people didn’t treat their soldiers well. American Citizens blamed soldiers for the misguided information NEWS carriers were giving them. Vietnam was a tough war. Pregnant women, children, babies and anything that could walk probably had a bomb strapped to it. What do any soldiers do, in any country, in a life or death situation, when the civilians of that country are attacking them? They follow commands no matter what. Soldiers can’t fire upon civilians, unless they are given the order. This is what the American people didn’t understand fully, that the soldiers didn’t have a choice to be in Vietnam. They were given orders to go over there, and they were given orders to, protect themselves, and to slaughter people in certain dangerous parts of Vietnam.

The Expendables (2010) Directed by Sylvester Stallone

 


Figure 2 (Stallone, 2010)

 

I saw many Actors, from the past and future, which played action heroes in The Expendables (2010). I have been dedicated to Sylvester Stallone movies, since I was a child, and I respect his methodology. It might not be the cleanest, but chopping someone’s head and hands off, is his trademark. I want to see Rambo fight Jason Voorhees or Michael Myers. In Rambo 2008, Rambo does get to come back to America. I’m not giving out too much knowledge about the Expendables, but the movie was furnished with many cool all-stars. Jet Li is another one of my favorite actors. He made lots of movies, which could make your head, gyrate off. Arnold Swarchenegger, showed up in the movie. Here are some more popular names: Bruce Willis, Mickey Rourke, Jet Li, Dolph Lundgren, Terry Crews, Randy Couture, Bolo Yeung. It’s a great movie to watch. However, because it is full of great actors, I don’t believe The Expendables (2010) was long enough. A movie like this should be at least four hours long. I speculate that movie fans are getting greedier, or it could just be me. I enjoyed watching this movie, and if you like watching action packed movies, I suggest going watch it, or rent it from a DVD shop.

What Happen to Me on the Way to the Movie Shop?

Usually I go to this movie shop near my place to go rent movies. When I took back The Expendables (2010), and Robin Hood starring Russell Crowe, It was raining. Actually, I came from church and had the movie cases tucked away in a plastic bag, so they won’t get wet. Well, when I put my umbrella in the Umbrella-holder, which sits in front of the store, it vagrantly disappears into thin-air. This really pisses me off because it was the third umbrella stolen from me, from that same movie rental shop. Someone must be stalking me, and when it rains, they follow me and steal my umbrella. It sounds cute, but If I catch the person doing these hennas deeds, it won’t be so cute for them. It must be little munchkins, Smurfs, or gremlins following me. What the hell is someone going to do with an old-ass-umbrella anyway? It was drizzling, not even hard rain. It was raining more when I went to church. Stealing my umbrella for the third time has made me well aware, that someone is following me. It must be some little kids, or a drunken old bastard. It reminds me of the part in Robin Hood when, Russell Crowe was captured by the lost boys in Nottingham Forest. That was a pretty funny part, but it is not at all funny when things like that happen to us. If someone sees an old-ass-green-umbrella in Sakuragicho Japan, it might be mines. If you do, then email me at datonfluke@live.com so I can go put a whoop a can on someone’s short-lived ass.

Robin Hood starring Russell Crowe


Figure 3 (Scott, 2010)

 

I though the story of Robin Hood started in Nottingham. However, I was mistaken. Well, it did start in Nottingham because Robin’s father was murdered in front of him. After being fatherless, Robin begins traveling across the world. Some places I believe he went to are France, India, Germany and many other places in Europe near Great Britain. Robin Hood tells the story of a man who was stripped of his heritage as a child, and gross up to become a crusader, fighting against King Richard. I grew up thinking that Robin Hood was a false story, but I talked to a lady on Skype, who lives in Nottingham, and she ensures me that Robin Hood is based on a true story. Russell Crowe brings out the barbaric side of Robin Hood. This is a good thing because portrayed Robin Hood to be Robin with some of his merry friends, living in Sherwood Forest, drinking and having a merely good old time. However, historical figures have a beginning, and I believe Russell Crowe played a magnificent part.

I hope you enjoyed reading my blog about The Expendables (2010), and Robin Hood. Whenever I get some time, I would like to deliver hotter movie reviews.


Get a copy of my Novel, Death Keeper’s Biological Wasteland, ISBN: 978-1-60911-862-4. Either search for the novel on line or click here to read the original Press Release. You can buy Author Daton L. Fluker’s
Death Keeper’s Biological Wasteland, on Amazon, and at Barns and Nobel as well. Thank you for reading and have a wonderful morning, afternoon, or evening.

 

References

Ellen Green, Daton L. Fluker. (2011, April 01). Author Daton L. Fluker Pens Futuristic Thriller, “Death Keeper’s Biological Wasteland”. Retrieved May 02, 2011, from Authors Press Release Strategic Book Group: http://authorpressrelease.posterous.com/author-daton-l-fluker-pens-futuristic-thrille

Scott, R. (2010, December 10). Retrieved May 2, 2011, from Robin Hood: http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0955308/

Stallone, S. (2010, October 16). The Expendables (2010). Retrieved May 02, 2011, from IMDB: http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1320253/

Theiapolis Cinama. (2011). The Expendables. Retrieved May 02, 2011, from Theiapolis Cinama: http://cinema.theiapolis.com/movie-2SBW/the-expendables-ii/cast.html

 

 


 

Author Daton L. Fluker Pens Futuristic Thriller, “Death Keeper’s Biological Wasteland”

Author Daton L. Fluker Pens Futuristic Thriller, “Death Keeper’s Biological Wasteland”

 

 

 


 


 


 


 

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The Future of Daton L. Fluker Is a Scary Place

Death Keeper’s Biological Wasteland is one scary novel. This futuristic thriller takes readers 2,000 years into the future, when the word “dead” has no real meaning. It is said that when there is no more room in hell, the dead will walk again.

In the year 4009, the world is in ruins, decaying even as the atmosphere slowly withers away. Garbage is piled a mile high and the smell from the Walking Dead can burn a hole in your lungs.

Daton L. Fluker is a 21st-century rap superstar who is brought back to life in the 41st century as a clone. But Daton is different from the millions of other clones. He is the chosen one, the only person predestined who can bring guidance, hope and a new life to the people of the future. But can he do it? Daton is the Death Keeper.

DEATH KEEPER’S BIOLOGICAL WASTELAND (ISBN: 978-1-60911-862-4) will be available on March 29, 2011 for $13.95 and can be ordered through the publisher’s website:

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About the Author: Author Daton L. Fluker grew up in Baton Rouge, Louisiana, and currently lives in Yokohama, Japan. In addition to writing, he teaches English, and he is working toward a degree in Criminal Justice at Axia College. Meanwhile, he is working on several fictional short stories.

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Camelot Dimension 360 chapter 8

CAMELOT DIMENSION 360

The Long Winter

Written by Author

Daton L Fluker

Flemish Translation done by

Kenyo Wells

 


 

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CHAPTER 8 WHAT HAPPENED IN THE WOODS PART THREE VIII

What an awful night it was to overcome. Unconscious, lying on a hospital bed, Leith’s skin overcoats with a sticky residue of dampness engrossing the bed sheets. Stripped of his clothes, the last few hours, he has been isolated in his own vigorous world. He repeatedly turns in the bed with idle confusion. His uniform is folded neatly. It lies in the corner of the room.

One of the teenagers has become teary-eyed because of the judicious occasion. Even if no one cares for the situation to evolve, it’s repressing its self to do so on a large scale. No matter what anyone wants to believe, these bad things are happening. The children in the village grew up on the stories the Elders taught during their toddler years. Everything they were taught hovers on the brink of extinction.

The boys are the last few individuals, who occupy a business position. The other villagers are sick, dying, or dancing in a loony tune state of thinking. Like all the other stories told to them, one particular story stole most of their hearts and kept them strong during this outrageous era. It’s about their now decease Lord Cogan.

When Cogan was in his 30s, his wife was murdered and his son was taken captive by an enemy attacker, who has disappeared and left no traces to find. Even until this day, they are yet to be found. With a massive terrain, this world allows slavery-caravans to travel between communities, living and taking what resources they could find to become more overpowering. Some of these slavery-caravans only last for a few years because everyone, even the slave owners, are worn-out from walking through the heat or cold weather. This specific slave-caravan has figured out the-code-of-manner for living in an abominating type of lifestyle.

Inside the hospital room, the walls are made from logs packed together with mud. It’s an old architect technique passed down from generation-to-generation. This village’s architect ancestry is from the people who use to live there. The whole entire Apollo generation has been wiped clean, and none of them are genuine kin, except for the last two individuals. These two individuals are direct descendants of the Apollos. They bear the last of their people blood in their veins. Even so, Elizabeth still isn’t true blood.

No lighting in the room. It’s too dark to see. The doctor has bad eyesight, and most of his tools are best found by memory. Bleeding over the place, the doctor accidentally sticks himself with one of the surgical blades he took from the bedside table. Nevertheless, Leith’s arm has changed to a deep white color. The room is extremely cold. The doctor wipes his bleeding finger off with his handkerchief, and signals Elizabeth by nodding his head. She understands exactly what he is pressing her to do. Leith’s temperature is going down, and the ability to keep him-self warm will worsen.

ELIZABETH

What are you all standing around for? One of you, make yourself useful and go get some blankets. The rest of you, go on now, shoo.”

One of the boys is a bit curious he asks,

BOY

Will he be ok? I want to ask him something.”

ELIZABETH (CONT’D)

“You can’t ask him anything if he dies. So please, can we have a little privacy?”

Elizabeth unsnaps her breast-plate. Falling to the groun, the breast-plate steadily slips off. The boys can’t see much, but it’s enough for their imaginations to run wild. With some game-wrap wrapped around her bust, she undoes the wrap staring at them.

Boys will be boys, and at this growth period in their lives, they have the tendency to play a lot. Usually teenagers are not afraid about the conclusion of their futures. They’re not worried about dyeing, even after they were just inches away from being butchered.

WHISTLING TEENAGERS

Oh yea baby… Take it off!” (whistles)

BOY

Only if?”

One of them jokingly says this to Elizabeth all the time, and he never gets an answer from her. However, this time he does.

ELIZABETH

Only if what?”

BOY

Only if I was your age, you sexy woman?”

Puzzled about how these teenage boys can have perverted minds like this after being in rhythmical steps with death, Elizabeth appreciates their humor, which gives her a cloak of security especially in these appeasing times.

The boys leave out, rubbing their chest-plates as if they were frolicking-their-nipples.

The shy boy, who went to get the blankets, hides his face when he comes back into the room. He trips over himself when he places the towels on the bed. She glances into his eyes.

Before the boy leaves, he practically twists his ankle trying to get a glance of her. Elizabeth is fully undressed, and doesn’t mind him looking. It might be his last chance to stare at a naked woman in his gambled-life. Stumbling over his shadow, he vacates the room.

On Leith’s fingerless-hand, the doctor spreads an antibiotic germ on it. The germ grows on the outside of rivers and lakes. If the germ is stored at room temperature incased in boiled-sterilized-mud, then it will commonly act as a disinfectant agent. It will eat away at harmful bacteria. The germ is known to heal the skin faster.

The doctor puts the disinfectant germ on the rest of Leith’s scars. Elizabeth tucks the blankets on top of Leith, climbs in the bed, and holds his cold body close to hers. When the doctor finishes spreading the antibiotic germ on Leith, he leaves out to help some other patients. Elizabeth rubs Leith’s forehead until she falls asleep.

OUTSIDE HOSPITAL

The Camelot soldiers sit down eating their brunches. The young Apollo swordsmen are surprised because archers have invaded their city. The Camelot Archers have made it to Apollo. A few of them have taken a position at the top of the archer-towers. The rest mixes in with the other units.

The Apollo swordsmen get an idea. Since the elders are passed away, they can finally help those poor people, who are lying in the middle of the street with no homes to go and rest their heads. They decided to portion some of the village supplies with the indigent. They go toward the warehouse holding a debate about their current situation.

AAMIR

The Elders are dead. We are in command. We should help these people because they are starving.”

LANDON

If they don’t kill us then we could rebuild better cottages.”

AAMIR

You heard their Lieutenant. He is not trying to kill us. The guy in the hospital is.”

LANDON

If that is true, then why are we trying to save him?”

ANDER

Have you been paying any attention? He is the elder’s son. Like it or not, he is our Lord now!”

AAMIR

If he wakes up and sees her lying next to him then he won’t kill us.”

LANDON

I sure hope that is the case.”

LIAM

What a slick man. He still hasn’t been here for more than a few minutes, and he is already stealing our women.”

ANDER

They were friends are something.”

LANDON

I hope what she said was true!”

The swordsmen fall in next to the warehouse. Aamir, the leader, opens the door and six of the boys go inside. The others continue with their conversations. Ander, the first officer says,

ANDER

We should talk about something else because all of this talk about dying isn’t going to stop it from happening.”

AAMIR

And what do you suggest we talk about?”

ANDER

Let’s talk about expanding the Kingdom!”

LIAM

We are not exactly owners of this property anymore.”

LANDON

Well, we can ask them if we can join their army. Certainly, they won’t kill their own soldiers.”

AAMIR

Look at them! Do you see anybody our age?”

LANDON

I can see your point. However, this is a different plight. They’ll understand, right?”

The swordsmen, who went inside earlier, are coming out the warehouse. Three of them have two large iron cooking pots. The other three carry some animal meat, which has been salted down to keep it from souring.

Two more of them leave out of formation to get some lumber stacked on the side of the warehouse. Another boy has a tinier pot. He fills it with snow. Three more of them vacate toward the cottages to get some utensils and bowls to eat with.

A big wooden bench is near the Camelots’ recess area. A couple of the Apollo swordsmen go to the bench and attempt to pick it up, but it’s too heavy. Two of the Camelot warriors notice the Apollo swordsmen struggling to pick up the bench. The Camelot warrior does a kind deed. He and two others give them some assistance.

The leaders of the Apollo group watch the Camelot warriors help the Apollo swordsmen.

ANDER

Do you see that? Why are they helping?”

LANDON

I guess the Elder was wrong about outsiders. It looks to me like they aren’t that evil.”

AAMIR

I don’t trust them.”

The boys carrying the lumber stack the wood in a circle. They pack rocks around the edges of the wood, so the heat can stay trapped. After the boys are finished packing the wood, they lit a fire. An Apollo Swordsman brings over a pot-holder. He reassembles it over the fire.

A swordsman tosses the animal across the bench. A cook has brought out some kitchen knives. He goes over to the meat and minces it up.

Three Hundred and Sixty Hours Later

Leith has been moved to Elizabeth’s cottage. He hasn’t awakened yet. Like always, she begins her daily routine. She leaves out of the shower, wearing nothing more than a robe made of animal fur. It’s the only brand of clothing, which could keep a person insulated after a cold-freezing-shower. Turning toward the door, she lets her long red hair down. It rides down her back as she slips off her robe.

Without any warning, Leith opens his eyes. Elizabeth doesn’t notice him staring at her. She faces in the opposite direction observing a game the men play with the Apollo teenagers outside. They have a wooden sword-fight.

Cogan has trained the young men well. They are actually winning. The rules of the game are to hit any part of an opponent’s body three times. After three consecutive hits the loser will be hammered out of a turn. The individuals, who have been conquered, have to go sit in a circle behind their team. The next man will take his place. Fifteen teenagers and fifteen Camelot soldiers participate in the game. Spectators, who are not participating, act as an audience cheering the players.

Elizabeth stops watching the game and turns around. She sees Leith’s eyes wide open. They stare at each other for a while. Speaking, he stutters out his words.

LEITH

What, what is the meaning of this?”

Elizabeth’s bosoms deliciously droop from her chest. They appear to be soft, tender, and sweet enough to bite. She’s not shy about him seeing her that way. She’s not upset about the predicament but doesn’t labor a finger to cover her-self. Leith is a virgin and he seems to be terrified of her. You would believe that a 50-year-old man would have gotten him some already. Ever since he was a little boy, he was trained for fighting and never had a chance to make love to a sweet woman.

Leith murdered many men on the battle-field. However, he never felt the warmth of a female creature. Sometimes, it’s nonsensical on how seconds turns into minutes, hours into days, and days change from months to years. Being a killer is all he ever was accustomed to.

She gives him curtsy and says,

ELIZABETH

I’m sorry my Lord. I was only trying to keep you warm.”

She bends down and picks her robe up then puts it back on. With the addiction to seduce him, she leaves the robe open on purpose. Elizabeth raises her eyelid and walks toward his direction.

LEITH

What do you mean my Lord? Who are you?”

Leith has a slight case of amnesia. Stopping halfway to the bed, Elizabeth closes her robe and answers.

ELIZABETH

You don’t remember me?”

LEITH

No I don’t?”

Leith expresses his words in an unmannerly tone. Elizabeth cries; she was genuinely younger than him the last time they met, and he doesn’t remember her. Sniffing out her words, she sits down constantly wiping the tears from her eyes.

ELIZABETH

“We saved your life, and we surrendered like you asked.”

When Leith moves, he feels a sharp pain in his back. His right arm is numb, and it still hasn’t recovered from the blood lost. Covering the cuts on his face, Leith has bandages around his head. In scrutinizing pain, his eyes squint in terror. The more his body comes to life, the more he could feel the-off-set of his injuries.

Reaching over with his left hand, he grabs his right arm. He brings it up to his face. His right arm is too weak for him to lift it on his own. Three of his fingers are missing. His legs are asleep because of him lying in the same position.

Somehow, Leith manages to get his legs out of the bed. Just like his father, his physique is made from a mountain of muscle. Every part of his body bulges. Leith doesn’t wish to upset Elizabeth again, so he discontinues on about who she might be…

His eyes loft into the back of his head as he absorbs the pain existing in all parts of his body, including his head, which is taking in enormous amounts of discomfort. He seems to be enjoying himself.

LEITH

Oh yea!”

Pushing himself to his feet, he limps toward the door. Leith’s aching kidneys shoot an agonizing pain into his pelvis joint. All those hours of not hydrating properly, and after being physically in the cold for days, the battle with his father’s regiment has put a gigantic toll on Leith’s body. Luckily, he had someone who was willing to spoon feed him. No matter how much his soldiers adore him, none of them, as likely as not, could have performed these certain perks Elizabeth did for him.

Conversely, he still has to figure out what the hell happened. He goes outside and sees teenagers with enemy armor on playing games with his soldiers. On the contrary, the homeless are being fed, and some of the Camelot soldiers help rebuild the city. From the sound of a hammer hitting the roof, and the laughter the men and the boys are having, everything thunderbolts through his mind.

A Long Day Dream

Leith hunts in the woods with his father. He stares up to him, and Cogan smiles back. A younger version of Leith is at his old home in Apollo.

A big warthog is smoked on the table with some chicken legs in a pan next to it. Smiling back at him, his mother sits on the other side. Leith closes his eyes. He’s in the forest with his friend Heron and some of his other childhood comrades.

The boys partake in a wooden sword fight. They have radiant smiles that magnify in his dream. They nod their heads down in an eerie way trying to hint him of something or someone. A white light appears, taking him to another barrier in his mind.

Leith is on his father’s obstacle course. He is delighted about something.

COGAN

Come on Leith Erickson! Make us Erickson’s proud!”

Leith does a frontwards flip off of the plat-form and lands on his feet. However, when he lands, he’s fifty-one-years-older. Standing in front of him, his father is an old man. Leith tries to stop himself. However, the dream plays on, he does a 360 back spend chopping off his father’s head.

His memory tries to focus. He wants to remember who she is. The white lights come again taking him to a different section of his memory.

Leith is in Apollo-1 where he grew up. Cogan lyes on the ground sideways with an arrow embedded into his chest. Helen, his mother, is lifted into the air on a cross. Iron nails are hammered through her hands and feet. Some of the other women in the village are burnt alive. The cottages are in a blaze.

Leith is in chains with the rest of the village people. The enemy soldiers pull Leith, and the other prisoners out of the gate. Leith closes his eyes.

Blaming his father about what happened, Leith’s in the forest. He hopes someone could help them. When he turns his head one of the elders from his village throws an axe at an enemy soldier. The hatchet sinkers into the man’s neck gashing his head open. Splattering into Leith’s face, some of the man’s warm blood skirts from his open neck wound.

The enemy-soldiers take them pass the Fear-archers on the other side of the forest. Leith glances back for the last time. He will never forget the sight of the elder hovering inches from the foundation with more than one-hundred arrows piercing through his body.

Leith and the rest of the survivors are being pulled through the Normfee-Desert. The sand cooks their feet. It’s at an immense flaming temperature. The conditions are unhealthy, especially when their bodies are dehydrated from the long hours of walking through the hot sand.

Their victors aren’t managing their captives fairly. The captures haven’t given the captives anything to eat or drink in the last forty-eight-hours. The sun powered rays blinds them to death even when they are not looking directly into it. Everyone has to keep their eyes close and follow the leader.

Sand dispersing from the caravan’s horses, flurry out a thick patch of dust, which smothers the POW’s in the back. Leith breathes through his mouth because his nose can’t take anymore punishment.

The assembly moves at horrendous speeds. Every step the prisoners take gets harder to bear. The people are falling behind in the back. Everyone is forced to carry an extra load. Glancing back for a split second, Leith quickly calculates the tug of the falling appeaser. A pregnant lady in the last row yanks on the rope, slowing everyone down.

A man with a long leather whip constantly hits her. When she pulls away from the others, the soldier slashes her back. Her skin’s purely bruised and her eyes are bleeding out. Leith knows how she feels because he has been hit in the head a few times with the whip. Nevertheless, even those few hits burn and sting; the lacerations afterwards hurt horribly as the prisoners cook in the smoldering fumes of the hot sun and sand.

The pregnant lady can’t take the punishment any longer. She falls to the blistering sand. The slow trot from the horses damn near pulls his shoulder out of socket. She’s dragged face first on the hot granite.

The front chariot slows down and a man on the chariot yells out,

LEADER

Halt!”

The horses slow down to a lingering hurry. Everyone catches his or her breath. The dust in the air settles on the perimeters of the slave caravan, but not by much. The leader jumps out of the Chariot. He slides his sword from out of its case. Leith can’t read English. However, he will never forget those letters saturated into the man’s breastplate; on all of the enemies’ breastplates. This was the first English word Leith ever interpreted correctly and even his pronunciation is accurate: F-E-A-R. Walking toward the pregnant lady, the leader creeps toward her.

Segments of her skin and face have been torn off because of the whip hitting her, and the force of the caravan’s haul dragging her face first through the dirt. Lying on the hot scorching sand, she’s bleeding through every pore in her body. Somehow, she pushes herself to her knees. She has been battered to a bloody mash.

The lady pleads for mercy in her native tongue,

PREGNANT LADY

Ben je nu tevreden? het doet pijn en het heeft mij gekwetst, maar ik zal doen wat jij wilt. k ben zwanger en jij hebt mij gekwetst, maar ik zal doen wat JIJ wilt!!”

Her voice is weak. However, her words are understood. Like everybody else from their village, Leith is zoned in to what she was saying. None of the prisoners will ever forget this conversation because these will be her last words. Without warning, the leader raises his sword and slices both the lady’s hands off separating them from her wrist. When she hits the ground, the blistering red sand swiftly fills in the bleeding stubs on her arms. The lady screams terribly loud,

PREGNANT LADY

AHHH!”

Hurrying back to the front of the Caravan, the leader wipes his sword on his leg and puts it back in its holster. The caravan leaves the sliced up lady in the middle of the hot desert. She disappears in the trail of sand behind them. Her parted-hands are stuck in the shackles, and one of them falls out meters away from her execution site. The other hand stays attached. It gets dragged in the sand behind the caravan. Leith closes his eyes.

They have brought the prisoners to a slave trafficking market. Leith’s on his knees with a bunch of other different races of people brought from all around Minaera. None of the slaves are from his village. Nevertheless, being in a kneeling position bestows relief to the sores festering on the bottom of his feet.

GAURD

“You are given one more chance not to be defiant.”

The guard pushes Leith to the ground. Leith pushes himself back to his knees.

Even when Leith saw what they did to that poor pregnant lady in the Normfee Desert, he still doesn’t break his resistance. However, it slows it down a bit giving him room to think about acting badly again. Leith makes his decision,

Translating from this point on…

LEITH


    “You killed my mother and father! I’ll get my revenge on you! You bastards shouldn’t even be on this planet!”

He continues to yell. A guard on stage next to Leith becomes a victim of his attempted revenge. Jumping toward the man, and pulling the man’s dagger from his belt, Leith jabs a hole into the other man’s leg. However, Leith’s feet are bruised, his arms are weak, and his body cramps up because of the agonizing four day trip. He doesn’t have the energy to stand.

Tucking his head between his legs, he holds the knife out in a guarded position. The fear soldier reaches down and takes the knife from Leith. The guard, who Leith poked, cuts Leith’s rope loose from the others. He drags Leith off stage by the hair.

The audience isn’t concerned about the violence onstage. They continue to have conversations, and some are clapping except for one person. Weird carnival music plays in the background. It’s a festival are something. A prince sitting in the middle of the crowd gets up and follows them backstage.

The guard forces Leith to stand to his feet. Before the guard can reach for his dagger the prince sneaks up behind him and grabs his wrist. It’s the younger version of Lord Matchbox the 1st-Leith’s first Lord. Prince Matchbox the 1st is in his 30’s.

PRINCE MATCHBOX THE FIRST


    “I’ll take him.”

The guard grips the boy’s neck tightly.

PRINCE MATCHBOX THE FIRST (CONT’D)

“Oh my… What bad manners you have.”

GAURD

This salvage boy cut me with my own dagger. He doesn’t listen to directions. He has no price. Mr… Leave us be, so we can get this over with.”

The prince doesn’t listen.

PRINCE MATCHBOX THE FIRST

“Do you know who I am?”

The guard replies,

GAURD

I don’t honestly know who you are, and I really don’t care. Do you know who I am?”

The prince jokingly replies with a big smile on his face.

PRINCE MATCHBOX THE FIRST

Amusing… I truly do like playing guessing games. However, I can’t come up with a straight answer. Can you fill me in?”

The guard jerks his hand away and put’s the dagger to Leith’s throat. The prince is offended by the guard’s actions. Getting in a defensive position, the prince backs away, and pulls out his sword.

GAURD

“We are Fear! We’re the ones who you should be afraid of when you go to sleep. If your country falls under the shadows, then we’ll be the ones who’ll take the survivors. The women, children, and old will all become someone’s servant. Every kingdom comes to an end. Be-careful what you say to me now because your kingdom might be getting a communication letter, and when you do, it’ll be impeded with terror.”

Leith bites a chunk of the guards arm off. He spits the remains on the ground. The guard reacts by throwing Leith into the prince’s direction.

The Fearian gets angry and charges them. Prince Matchbox rapidly reaches his sword out aiming it toward the guard’s neck. Luckily, the guard stops before the sword goes through his esophagus tube.

GUARD (CONT’D)

You coward…This is between me and him.”


Directing his attention to the boy…

PRINCE MATCHBOX THE FIRST

Just walk away. I believe you had enough for today. Go play with your other friends. I’m sorry, I missed pronounced that; your Fearians. I hope you understand because of your rude behavior, I’m taking this one on the house.”

The Fearian turns around and walks into the other direction. He seems to be having a nervous breakdown. Picking up an empty wheel barrel, the Fearian throws it into one of the tents.

PRINCE MATCHBOX THE FIRST

(murmuring)


    “Now that’s childish.”

The Prince bends down prompting Leith to get on his back.

PRINCE MATCHBOX THE FIRST (CONT’D)


    “Well, come now. Get on… Do you want me to leave you here? It seems our friend has some unfinished business with you. Would you like him to come back?”

Leith has no more options. He can’t walk, and he can barely see. Plus, an angry Fearian wants to slice him ear-to-ear.

Leith gets on the prince’s back. The prince carries him toward a group of Camelot soldiers. This is when he remembers Elizabeth. She is carried passed him. Some maidens from a different sovereignty have her. They are dressed in white and blue garments. The little girl’s red hair blows in the wind as she leaves his sight. He can’t help her. They glance at each other for one last time. She reaches out to him. Leith puts his head on the Prince’s shoulder and falls to sleep.

FLASH OUT

Leith says to Elizabeth,

LORD LEITH

Can it be you?”

Elizabeth briefly looks up to him hiding her face under her red hair. He limps back to the bed and sits down next to her.

LORD LEITH (CONT’D)

How could this be?”

Leith never cried this much before. First he had to kill his father because he asked him to. He doesn’t use these types of emotions much. Elizabeth and Leith eyes pore out tears.

LORD LEITH (CONT’D)

I am confused. I never felt this before. It’s worse than getting an arrow stuck in my shoulder.”

His lungs race for air. He speaks in a low ton, not because of his injuries, but because his lungs are racing full of human emotions. Elizabeth finally gets the nerves to reply.

ELIZABETH


    “Are you going to kill us?”

LORD LEITH

I will never do that.”

ELIZABETH

Why did you murder your father?”

LORD LEITH

He asked me to.”

Leith sits on the edge of the bed. Elizabeth puts her soft hand on his face, her touch makes him elastic. He never imagined that he would ever be alone with a beautiful woman, let alone in the same bed with a long lost friend. When she kisses his lips, he begins to hear voices and see prismatic images of her cousin and their friends in the forest. This is the best sensation anyone can ever have on this world, considering that these images were repressed in his mind for a long time.

He wants this as much as she does. He kisses her back. Clutching her shoulders, he drags her closer. She nearly dies in his arms. Her smell is mystical. She has always been a beautiful creature, and since she was a child, her red hair made her stand out from the other village-girls. However, Leith needs to get stronger. She helps him back into bed, and tucks him under the warm covers. They kiss until they fall to sleep.

The Confinement Massacre

LORD LEITH ERICKSON

“If any one of you can explain to me why I shouldn’t exterminate you. Please verbalize your appeal! If you can’t tell me anything then you die! If I don’t like what you have to say, then you die! At least you get to plea your case! Since, I am king now. I’ll decide to kill you or not. However, I am not a bad person, so I’ll give you some options on how you should die!”

In confinement by Leith’s father, criminals stand in the court yard out in the snowy weather. Leith is now the new Lord, and he has to clean out the jail before he goes back to Camelot. If not, the prisoners will die of starvation.

LORD LEITH ERICKSON (CONT’D)

You all are subject to die. However, you will be given some options!”

Leith’s desk is set up like an outdoor admin-office. Sitting on the bench where they usually cut up the meat, Leith is behind a desk made from logs. At his right front, further away from the desk standing in a circle, swordsmen with their swords upholstered are waiting for a prisoner to choose their territory. Furthermore, they don’t look friendly.

On the opposite corner by a wall, archers stare at a newly designed shooting gallery. What is the most amusing part about this form of entertainment is the hanging galleries in the center of town instantly put together. The hanging gallery is flimsy. Nevertheless, it does an okay job. One prisoner, who was used as a test, swings back and forth on the rope, lifeless. He’s hung from his neck. Luckily the big hot pot of boiling broth feeding the people in the village is occupied. Some of the teenagers are administering portions to the villagers. If a prisoner is let go or joins the Camelot Army, they also get a portion of the broth.

LORD LEITH ERICKSON (CONT’D)

You’ll be given four choices. (1) Die-by-hanging. (2) Die by getting shot with arrows. The Camelot Archer’s have excellent aim, so you will die quickly. (3) Get chopped up into pieces. (4) Join my army! It doesn’t pay well, but it’s a good job. You’ll live longer, until the next battle. Send the first candidate!”

The first man comes up to the desk. Chains are on his arms and legs. He is a heavy set guy who appears confused about what’s going on. The prisoners are well mannered and none of them fight the guards. The man walks up to the desk by himself. He wears rags, a torn-up shirt, and some pants rotten to shorts.

LORD LEITH ERICKSON (CONT’D)

Take them off! I don’t want to see anyone in shackles!”

The warrior takes the keys out of his pocket and tries all of them until it opens. Adrenaline rushes through the prisoner’s arms. For someone that has been living off rats and rain water for the last decade of his life, he seems to be well-built. The man stands in front of the table and huffs-and-puffs.

LORD LEITH ERICKSON (CONT’D)

What have you done? Why are you here?”

GUY

I stole some meat from the market. We were hungry.”

He speaks English. The guy continues.

GUY (CONT’D)

(crying) “I was only trying to feed my dyeing wife. No one could protect her, and our children. I have no idea where they went. She probably passed away when I was in prison. She was really sick the last time I saw her.”

Leith has heard enough.

LORD LEITH ERICKSON

You may leave this city, stay here if you like, or you can try joining my army! Whatever, you desire. You’re free.”

The man falls to his knees. It’s like a huge weight has been relieved from his shoulders.

LORD LEITH ERICKSON (CONT’D)

“Give him some food and new clothes. Send the next prisoner!”

Elizabeth orders the teenagers to help the free-man. They bring him a bowl of soup.

The next prisoner comes up. He is dressed in nothing but rags.

LORD LEITH ERICKSON

What have you done?”

He’s skinny and one of his hands has been chopped off.

SKINNY MAN

I raped my son.”

Leith laughs, when the man begins to laugh, he suddenly stops.

LORD LEITH ERICKSON

“Take him to the swordsmen!”

Two workers grab him and bring him over to the swordsmen’s circle. The skinny man fights for his life.

SKINNY MAN

No… not that! I want a hanging. I didn’t choose this!”

LORD LEITH ERICKSON

“You sick son of a bitch.”

Two other prisoners come up to the desk. They have a mysterious awe about them. They are human like. However, with no hair on their bodies and their pelts are dark green.

LORD LEITH ERICKSON (CONT’D)

What the hell are you?

They don’t answer. They stare at Leith for a few seconds.

LORD LEITH ERICKSON (CONT’D)

“You are given a chance like everyone else! What did you do?”

One of the green-men answers,

GREEN MAN

“We did nothing wrong. We were captured in the woods by your father.”

The green-man has a strait plain tone. His voice doesn’t have an accent. More like a computerized tone. Leith is surprised because none of the prisoners were told Cogan was his father.

LORD LEITH ERICKSON

What!”

GREEN MAN

We know everything about you. I’m Eloving the Prince of the Odxithon Empire. Do you remember the stories? Most of them are true. We were leisurely walking through the mountains’ gathering medicine for my sick father. We were not worried because no human ever came up in the mountains before. When I bent down to pick up some herbs then out of nowhere archers came from behind the saplings. When we ran in the opposite direction your father was in front of us. He clobbered us over the head and chopped off our tails.”

He raises his shirt. He shows everyone his hacked off tail bone. It’s enlarged, and the bump on it swings back and forth.

LORD LEITH ERICKSON

How could this be?”

The creature puts his shirt back down.

ELOVING

If you kill us then you’ll be annoyance a curse. Do you want this on your people heads? Your father made his choice.”

LORD LEITH ERICKSON

Don’t talk about my father like that! It wasn’t a curse that killed him! Now I’m not going to harm you! You didn’t commit a crime, so I’ll give you some food and horses so you can get back to your habits! Where ever the fuck you’re from.”

The man who the workers took to the swordsmen’s circle cries out.

SKINNY MAN


    “Stop! How could you? I have a choice! Not like this… Please, reconsider.”

The swordsmen commence to hack the skinny man up, he gets muffled out.

The Odxithon are an alien race who was believed to be the natives of Minaera. The humans, on the other hand, were said to be brought to Minaera by them. The legends foretold a story about big medal-ships that fly and hide in the dark on the cold side of the planet deep in the mountains where no army dares to go. If a soldier tries to enter the mountains’ paths, he or she will be eaten alive by strange creatures, or die from blizzards or avalanches.

ELOVING

Thank you but we don’t need horses. Just let us go free, and give us some of that soup.”

LORD LEITH ERICKSON

Only one condition…”

ELOVING

What is it?”

LORD LEITH ERICKSON

If I’m ever captured in your kingdom then show me the same respect!”

Eloving nods his head. The green men go toward the hot pot taking off their clothing. When fully undress, their naked bodies are inhuman. The green men have hind legs of horses, and their movements are extremely sharp. One of the teenage boys gives Eloving a scorching hot bowl of soup and, the other Odxithon. When the two Odxithon takes the soup they gulp it down without even thinking about the temperature. Their bodies are muscularly thin. The heat from the water smokes off their six-packs.

ELOVING

“Can we have another one?”

The boy gives them some more, and they do the exact same thing. They gulp the hot boiling soup down.

Everyone, including the prisoners stare as these two mysterious creatures strolling around as if they were creatures of the mist. After the fifth serving, they begin to trot in circles. Gradually, the two green men begin to move in a springy motion. They instigate a terrible yowl.

ELOVING

Owwwwwe!”

ODXITHON ONE

Owwwwwe!”


    It’s the worst noise that anyone of them could ever imagine. The soldiers cover their ears trying to block out the terrible noise. The creatures begin to push each other. The tempestuous activity builds up their anger. After they seem to be good and irritated, the creatures run out of the gate at a full speed and disappear into the night.

Four Hundred and Eight Hours Later

A half a year passed and it’s time for the Camelot army to go back to the Camelots check-point. Some of the Camelot’s were ordered to stay in the village, and they are actually pleased for not having to go back through the harsh environment. Standing outside the front-gate, Elizabeth is dressed in thick ice-bear-fur. The polar bear exists in this world. It’s probably the only creature that rather be on the ice and eat plumb seals, like the other dangerous animals that swim beneath the frozen ocean floor than bother with any human affairs.

Leith comes from out of the cottage in full uniform. He goes to Elizabeth and kisses her. He expresses his feelings.

LORD LEITH ERICKSON


    “I still have my duty to the Camelot people. The new Lord will understand once I tell him. However, I have a new people now. I’ll be back in the summer.”

ELIZABETH

You don’t have to go. Please stay. You’re our King now.”

LORD ERICKSON

And you are my Queen. Take care; I promise you. I’ll come again!”

They kiss one more time then Leith climbs on his horse. Elizabeth wipes the tears from her eyes. That is the last image he sees of her. He gallops out and his army follows behind him.

 

 


 

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