PHOENIX RISING Starring "Aneeka Altmaier Nicolzah" (19)

On the cover is my amazing daughter,
BLOODLINE FOURTH COUNTESS:
DEACON
Lady Aubrey Rose Nicolzah
(Awe-Bee-Whoa, according to Maxine at two)
"Aneeka Altmaier Nicolzah"
PRIMAL MASTER AT ARMS
HEAD WSO
(SEATED)

Aubrey Rose Nicolzah https://www.facebook.com/

My Dad's 1st attempt at poetry truly...! What do you's tink?

I STAND ALONE
A poem by COUNT: V V Nicolzah

"As I stand upon this stage of life, a solitary figure with a head full of questions and a heart ablaze with fire.
In the depths of my soul, confusion reigns supreme, as I ponder the enigma (pro·nounced ennema foe you white folk) that is my very own being.
Oh, the symphony of madness that echoes in my mind, a whirlwind of thoughts, a tempest so hard to define.
I scratch my own forking head, bewildered and amazed at the twisted, tangled path that my existence has paved. Like a thunderous... "SHITE-STORM!"
(ROFLMAO! Wha-tah Dork!)


"WARNING!"
This kid here is a lil... "BRAT!"
Written all over her... "FACE!"
(Just look at her sarcastic expression in dah darn photo! She be all... PROUD OF HER-SELF-EN-CHIT!)

No sir, she is not my offspring! She belongs to that Kalispel "TROUBLEMAKER" tribe, cross-dah-way! Yeah, good ole Awe-Bee-Whoa can communicate in TWO languages! Fluent English in addition her Native Ameican tongue,
"SH... MACK"
Awarded, "Instigator of the Month!"
"I'm not lying to ya! It's written all over her... FACE!"

The poor thing came home from work last summer, just crying her little heart out!

What a pity!

"Wud ah mabber, Nee-kee?" I asked taking her shaky body into my warm, loving arms for comfort.

"I got fired today!"

"WHAT?" I exclaimed in near shock! "HOW? What happened, dear?"

"I gave up my seat on the bus to a lil old lady... and... and my boss fired me for it!" She whimpered.

Then it occurred to me! OH YA! She's one of my pupils! This is to be expected!

"WOW! I'm sure it'll be in the paper tomorrow...
While still on probation, "DIETZEL FRITZ" student driver hands over her driving privileges to a lil ol', fricking... lady, while operating the county's lil ol', fricking... SHUTTLE BUS!"

I shook my head in awe! "ARE YOU... FRICKING KIDDING ME, AUBREY?"

I then congratulated her with a HIGH FIVE!
"YOU ARE SO... FRICKING-STEIN COOL, DUDE!"
Nee-kee has made her poppa very, very proud!

PROUD FATHER OF SEVEN, BY GOLLY!

(Yo! They like, wanted tah throw my "*SS in the KAN for that chit!)

YA, I'm perfectly aware that I could have something to do with it! But we ain't talkin 'bout me, either! In this narrative, she's the one with the attitude problems, not I!

"NAH DAH!" Just haven some fun with a very old joke!

(The little fart is sitting right next to me on this love seat laughing her butt off as she watches me write this nonsense!)
"OH, HOW I LOVE THIS TREASURED DARLING OF MINE!"

"Got MILK?"
Nope! So far, just a ton of spare time!
A typical day at the Nicolzahs!








PHOENIX RISING
A novel by COUNT: V V Nicolzah
Novel #64
(unedited/unabridged. Copywrite protected)


“What time I am afraid, I will trust in thee.”
Psalm 56:3
(KJV)


Prologue

Most old-timers thought that the Valkyrie: Drakkatorreah Pheonix was from Serbia, while some claimed Norway.

H*ll! To tell the truth, no one ever knew!

It doesn't seem like much now, but it was a big deal back in the day!

Gee, Willikers! I must agree that radiant, dedicated little warrior honey was quite the spectacle on the front lines.

She was definitely rocking in her California summery battle outfit, drinking on that Frikken MAI TAI! Quite an exciting sight one may say!
HEY! How on earth can she keep that d*mn thing on?
Isn't it unconventional and unjust to fight on an all-male battlefield dressed as such? What a naughty little fart!

HOLY CHIT was Europe ever in disbelief! She certainly helped raise the enemies' spirits though! Among other things.

This is especially noticeable when she dismounts her armored horse. The blonde beauty looked to have a black Playboy Bunny tattooed smack dab on her right tushy! WHOA! WELL, HELLO THERE! AIN'T YOU AN ADORABLE LITTLE THANG!

I guess that was her rank! Nevertheless, given the present conditions, that remains just theoretical. STILL...!

Later, records revealed that Drakkatorreah Darva Phoenix was born in the magnificent Abbey Carta Monastery in South Central Transylvania, Romania, in the Year of Our Lord Sixteen-Sixty-Six.

They assumed Drakkatorreah was born right under the Diazinon Cross, at the renowned Abbey Carta, but that was a complete farce! She didn't even belong on this planet!

Yes. The reality is that she was born in the year 1666, but not on Earth! She was born in the historic city of Saint Bethlehem on Titan, one of Saturn's numerous and magnificent moons.

Drakkatorreah was a full-blooded, hot-tempered Titanian with a pessimistic attitude! What a charming disposition!

Darva was transferred from the heavenly, fifth dimension to the less extreme three-dimensional world of Abbey Carta few hours after birth by Saint Catherine of Alexandria.

An angel of Christ brought a unique communication to Sister Clara of Transylvania, penned by Saint Catherine of Alexandria herself, emphasizing the importance of the Abbey Carta sisters accepting the task of nurturing this critically endangered Royal Offspring.

Suddenly, after reading the message, a small newborn emerged in Sister Clara's loving, warm arms. The startle nearly dispatched the old lady!

"Oh, my! Oh, dear! What on earth... do we have here?" She chirped. "HEY! HEY WHAT'S GOING ON?"

Realizing this, she swiftly examined an unclothed child before covering her with the top layer of her coif. Sister Clara gave the child another short glance.

"Oh, my goodness! You are about the tiniest of little things, are you not? And those gorgeous, big blue eyes... THEY'RE HUGE!" she said with a giggle. "OH MY! I'm going to have a blast adoring you, little one!"

Sister Clara then spotted two tiny fangs coming from either side of the infant's little mouth. "HUM! What have we got here?" She looked closer, considering the bizarre apparition. Only now did she comprehend the gravity of the unusual circumstance. The infant responded with innocent eyes.

"Either Saint Catherine has sent me an adorable alien to somehow raise... or...!" She held the infant up. "Or... you are a teeny, weeny demon." She gave out a worried sigh. "Which is it, lil pooper!"

Darva Phoenix's weak, unstable existence began much like this. Doomed to never experience love and have nowhere to call home.

The church allowed her to face the truth on a daily basis. Some would label this an act of wickedness, while others thought it was just Darva Phoenix's fate. Shameful, certainly!

Darva was a very smart youngster growing up. She learned at an early age that no one beyond the monastery's holy walls could be trusted. And how correct she was!

Darva was not to blame for her anxieties or her unexpected emotional outbursts. The majority of these psychiatric illnesses may be attributed to her bidimensional/dual split personality mentality.

When her multidimensional personalities clashed, she would often have intense episodes that were difficult for her to deal with. Frequently leaving her horribly unwell once she returns to her shared 3D reality.

Darva suffered from a severe and uncommon personality condition known as INFJ (Introversion-Intuition-Feeling-Judging), which frequently left her depressed and confused. Like a lost soul struggling to overcome her anxieties and waves of rage on an eternal figure-eight cycle.

She had never experienced the warmth of genuine friendship, nor did she know any of her true family. They imprisoned her on Earth, alone and in pain, with no quick way out.

Darva met an eccentric and rather elegant Danish lad named Shannon Casper Christensen at the Oakcrest High prom 10 years prior, when she was eighteen. Uninvited?

"PARTY-CRASHER!"

First and foremost, Sister Abigale and Sister Kimmi had to slip Darva out of the dormitory after the final muster at eight, instantly realizing how difficult the escape would be! There were village and courtyard guards everywhere.

It was then when Darva received her first taste of true independence on April 29th, 1684, as she couldn't leave the convent premises until she was an adult.

Oh my gosh! This may be difficult for you to accept, but I assure you that what I am about to tell you is legitimate!

Allow me to recount the events, my new friend!

Chapter 1

When Nightmares Come to Fruition

act I


“This is such a stupid idea!” whispered, Sister Kimmi. “I think we should wait until after lights out! Much wiser strategy!”

Sister Abigale whipped around with her right index finger smashed hard against her closed lips. “DO YOU MIND!” she hissed loudly. “I’m trying to eavesdrop right at the moment!”

Just then footsteps approached from somewhere near the old spiral staircase, which was the only way up or down the east-end watch tower of Abbey Carta.

“PSST! Abbie! Someone coming!”

Old rusty door hinges slowly creaked, breaking the moment of silence. Sister Kimmi froze with bulging eyes, shifting rapidly from right to left, listening diligently. The sentry knocked over a box of old, dusty books, as there were many in the room. Then came a shuffle and the old, heavy door re-closed.

Sister Abigale paused, heart pounding. “Just the east-end guard making his rounds is all.”

“YEAH RIGHT!” Sister Kimmi acknowledged in a hoarse murmur. “And about this room! HUH?”

Sister Abigale’s expression went sour as she slowly turned. “You took the only key off of the master ring that opens this door ... ASS-MONKEY! Now shut the hell up, will yaw!”

Sister Kimmi glared but remained silent. Many thoughts were racing through her mind at that point!

The brass doorknob of the room rattled. Nothing! The footstep backed away, eventually disappearing completely.

“Oh, my God! Like, that was so freaking close, it's not funny!" Sister Kimmi exclaimed. "We are dead meat if they catch us in here... yaw know!"

“Ya-Ya! Shut up!” Once again Sister Abigale pressed her ear tightly against the vent pipe that led to the East-End library, where the meeting was being held.

"They would band me to the darkroom for like three whole days if we were caught!" Sister Kimmi frets in a quiet whisper.

Sister Abigale was quite the nuisance around the monastery grounds, and everyone knew that Sister Kimmi was the innocent one. "It seems more like they would prefer to burn our lazy butts at the stake, or worse!"

Sister Abigale looked around, agitated! "Will you shut up, yaw Seabiscuit? I can barely hear Sister Augustine speak!"

Sister Augustine went over everything in next week's schedule, however, she had not yet mentioned anything regarding the upcoming Oakcrest High prom in Jahar, in the suburbs of south-central Transylvania.

“Well?” demanded Sister Kimmi. “Who will be Darva's escort?”
Sister Abigale flung her palm around, frustrated. "She hasn't covered that, yet!"

Sister Kimmi paced back and forth awkwardly. "We need to hurry! I smell sumpn! Sumpn is pretty horrible this time! I'm afraid to know."

"Yeah, yeah! Hold your horses! The meeting is almost done!"

Finally, Sister Augustine turned to the youngest of the nuns present at the meeting, Sister Pandora Eilean Dillinger, and her midget twin, Pantera Irene Dillinger.

"Sister Pandora, Sister Pantera. You young ladies will be Darva's escorts at the Oakcrest High prom." She joyfully declared, clapping her hands loudly. "Now won't that be such fun!"

"NO!" Pandora gave a quick glance at her sister.

"We are definitely going to get into some trouble! I mean... I just know it!" Pantera cautioned, shaking her little blonde head.

"I take pleasure in the same thing!" She acknowledged her doppelganger with a nasty, shite-eating smile.

In the little concealed chamber just above the conference, the air was dense with expectancy. "Who is it? Who is it?" Sister Kimmi demanded in a whisper. "Please avoid from saying "Sister Ruthy! Please!"

Sister Abigale turned a second later, beaming brightly. "The twins!" she said with a grin. "OH SHITE!" Then abruptly chuckled.

"Hot doggery!" Sister Kimmi cheered and slapped her hands on her knees. "Darva's goanna flip out!"

"Ya, she is!”

"We need to shag-butt and get her a decent prom dress!"

Sister Abigale looked confused. “She already has a blue one! Since last week!”

Now Sister Kimmi was the confused one. “Really? Where the hell was I?”

Sister Abigale quickly shuffled to her feet. “I do not know, but it’s time we get the hell out of here before we get caught!”

With that said, Sister Kimmi pulled open the old oak door and popped her head out into the narrow chamber way. After a quick glance in both directions, she reported back in a whisper. “All clear! Let us go!”

Sister Kimmi threw the door fully open and shuffled to the small spiral staircase that led from the fifth floor, which Sister Abigale and herself were on, and the only way down to the ground floor.

Within minutes, the two Sisters headed out of the east-end tower, scampering in the dark across the new soccer field, tripping over each other along the way.

"WALK ON YOUR OWN FRICKEN FEET!" skewered Sister Abigale, who was now nursing a sore right foot little toe.

"Wanna tell Darva the good news now or wait?" Questioned Sister Kimmi over her left shoulder.

"What do you think?"

The twins dashed to the last gas streetlamp, which lit the east end of the enclosure. It revolved gently on a continuous swing, affording a good view of the home team end of the soccer field, where Darva's dorm room was located.

The rotating lamp engineering was quite crafty, gaining its mechanical dead weight power from a regulated waterfall design, which was brand new science and technology for sixteen eighty-three. “Simply amazing!” most of the Abbie’s Sisters would express.

They waited until the dark shadow of the streetlamp re-emerged and blended in and following it until reaching the red brick wall of the dorm.

Sister Abigale balanced herself on a large field stone just below Darva’s room window. She reached upward a little and tapped her diamond ring upon the glass, sending out a loud metallic tick.

Nothing!

She tried once more, this time just a tad bit louder.

Still nothing!

“WAIT!” Sister Kimmi bellowed in a low voice. “What day is it today?”

Sister Abigale looked over her left shoulder, “Thursday!”

“CRAP!” Sister Kimmi chirped, snapping her fingers loudly. “It’s eight O'clock... right?”

“Eight-thirty! Why?”

“She’s still at swim practice! She won’t be back here until eleven, or so!”

Sister Abigale quickly slipped off of the large stone and brushed off the front of her coif. “You sure?”

Sister Kimmi shot her a ridiculous, dorky expression. "What do you think?"

Sister Abigale quickly whacked her in the back of the head! "DON'T BE A SMART-ATH!" she warned.

"ALRIGHT!" Sister Kimmi yelled, scratching her head. "That hurt!"

"YA! So be careful what you say to me!"

Sister Kimmi withdrew, too frustrated to think clearly. "OH REALLY! Ya know… you are the reason they invented French doors! Thank you, they are really convenient for us... SLENDER PEOPLE!"

Sister Abigale slowly twisted around and collapsed over, shouting with laughter! A second later, she lifted herself up from the grass. "I LIKE!" she said with a thumbs up. She enjoyed fat jokes, despite her obesity! "Thanks!”

Sister Kimmi giggled, taking ahold of Sister Abigale’s right forearm. “Come on! Let us go!”

The two Sisters ducked through the shadows until finally reached Abbie's court, where it became light again with another gas streetlamp. “AH!” Sister Kimmi cried loudly! “Watch out... rose bushes!”

“Thanks!”

"RIGHT!" Sister Abigail acknowledged. "Needs a bit of serious trimming, I'd say!"

That work fell to Abbie's elderly gardener, Sleepy Joe. Sister Kimmi referred to him as Rumpel-Foreskin. He would just chuckle along, since he had no idea what she was talking about! Thank goodness no other nun shared her joke!

Eventually, the ladies made the way to the gray stone walkway that led to the gym and swimming pools, hoping that Darva was still there.

Sometimes Phoenix would escape the world and find herself a dark, quiet place to meditate in the presence of our Lord, Christ Jesus, in the fifth dimension.

“Thanks!”

The front entrance of the pool yard swung open just as Darva appeared, nearly hitting Sister Kimmi in the chops!

"YIKES!" Screamed Darva. "KIMMI! YA SCARED THE HELL OUT OF ME, YA LITTLE TURD!" She scolded, loudly.

The Sisters laughed in unison! "You go in back to your room now?" Sister Kimmi inquired with enthusiasm.

Darva tilted her head and gave a strange look of uncertainty.
"Yeah. Why?" she said, her tone somewhat suspicious. "What are you two shenanigans up to this time?"

Sister Kimmi got hold of Darva's left forearm. "Come on! "Let's go!" she said. "We've got an enormous surprise for you!"

Darva snickered as she wrapped her virtually naked, dark olive-shade body in a thick beach towel.

"What is this!" Sister Abigale howled, staring up and down Darva's moist body.

"What? It's my swimsuit!"

"It seems like barely wrapping your young tush! That is what it looks like to me!"

Sister Kimmi paused. "Hello! Where is your one-piece? We aren't permitted to wear two pieces!" She shook her head and waved her right index finger, which nearly touched Darva's nose. "Sister Augustine is going to heel and hide you behind a barn door, missy!"

Darva stomped her foot in contempt! "YA! AND I SAY THAT BIG TALK IS WORTH DOODLY-SQUAT!"

Sister Abigail laughed. "Come on! Let's go! Who cares what she's wearing!"

In an instant, sister Abigale turned around and faced the opposite direction. "No young men lurking around anywhere I can see!"

Sister Kimmi joined in the fun by quickly slapping her handmade invisibility binoculars up to her squinty brown eyes. "No old fat ones needed!"

Darva closed her pearl essence eyes and imagined opening them someplace far away from this particular monastery.

"NEVER WORKS!"

"What dear?" Asked her stunted sister, Kimmi.

Darva wrapped herself up, and the three young girls proceeded quietly to the dorm's east-end entrance.

“So weird!” Came a mutter from within the darkness.

The passageway was poorly lit making it more difficult locating the stairwell. It was a slight task, as nobody ever used this end of the building. Eventually, the three found themselves on the seventh floor, where Darva’s room was on.

"You have your key, do you not?" Sister Kimmi was asked with worry.

Darva paused at the room door and slowly turned. "You are such a dork sometimes!" she said in a whisper. Only Sister Augustine and a few other chosen ones could place a lock on their chamber door.
(The Sisters had to rely on their own honesty to secure their costly and personal items.)
Darva flung the door open and groped for a leather cord hanging from a pulley-controlled apparatus on her right. When she got to the end, there was a loud crack, forcing a striker to bang a flint stick and throw sparks into the oil-soaked wick. "WA-LAH!" she exclaimed.

Sister Abigale exclaimed, "HOLY COW!" at the inexplicable trick. "You's an alchemist, bib-itch?"

Darva laughed. "NO! Mr. Clydesdale created it for me! "And installed it!"

Sister Kimmi's jaw dropped wide at the unexpected apparition. "Simply amazing!" she said. "I have got to get one of those!"

"Cool, huh?"

"WAY COOL!" Sister Kimmi corrected.

"Oh, yeah!" He also built me a nice small toy that I can play with in the dark!"

There was a long, silent pause. Then, “Say what?” Asked Sister Kimmi.

Sister Abigale froze when the room grew quiet. "You are you kidding us? Right?" Astonished and a little embarrassed. "He made you one of those!"

"YEAH! Want to see it?"

"FORK… NO!”

"Sister Kimmi?"

"FORK…YOU!"

Darva gave them both a queer expression. "No problem."

Sister Kimmi shakes her head. "I am so confused!"

"At what?"

"Well... so like... how did he know…!"

Darva grinned. "He measured it! I let him in my room!”

Sister Abigale swiftly turned on her heels. "Oh, my goodness! She's definitely headed for trouble, no doubt about it!"

“WHAT!” hollered Sister Kimmi with a roar of hysteria.

It took Darva a few moments to realize what the two Sisters were talking about, and when she did, she almost choked! "GROSS! CERTAINLY NOT THAT! I STAY AWAY FROM THOSE AWFUL THINGS!"

With disgust, Darva shook her head. "I got a torch light from him! Ya fools!

It took some time before the two Nuns could gather their thoughts.

"All joking aside! You two need to get a life!"

Sister Kimmi lifted her head and grinned enormously! "I believe you're right!"

The Sisters took a seat on the lavender floral upholstered Old English settee. Darva brought out her new torchlight with alarming delight!

"Pretty awesome! Aye!" Darva inquired as she gave Sister Abigale the bulky, odd-looking device.

The fat nun yelled, "GOOD-GOLLY-MISS-MOLLY! This Frikken tang weighs a ton!"

Sister Kimmi snickered. "Looks fork... kin awkward as hell, too!"

With her hands firmly on her hips, the young lady argued, "It's not that bad!” Darva grinned. “You two are acting pretty weird and a bit shady!”

Sister Kimmi gave a big clap of her hands. "So, let's look at your prom dress! Abbie says it's the most beautiful! Even on you!"

"DOH!" Barked sister Abigale with a smirk.

Darva could only close her eyes to calm the hysteria that was rising deep inside.

The concept of the outfit excited Darva as she assisted Missus Parkens in embroidering the full Royal blue velvet cloth. Darva was quite pleased with her focused, sensitive work! Missus Parkens participated as well!

Darva swung open both doors to her gigantic solid black wood cabinet, revealing it in all of its majesty and specter. The continuous flicker of the gas lamp made the garment look much more unique.

"OH MY GOD... DARVA!" Sister Kimmi yelled. She stroked her fingers through the extremely silky material, relishing its incredible softness. "Oh, this is so exceptional!"

"Piping took long! Was a terrible bitch, that is for sure!"

"Who did all the embroideries?"

"Mostly Missus Parkens. But I did provide a help, kind of."

"Abbie! Will yaw look at this needlework? Amazing! Is it not?"

Sister Abbie smiled proudly, as she was all thumbs with sewing or any other type of hobby or craft. "Such intricate detailing! Quite impressed, Darva! Quite impressed, indeed!"

Sister Kimmi drew closer, running one finger around the edges of one of the purple embroidered flowers. "Are these daffodils?" She held the fabric closer to Sister Abigale.

"Ya!" answered Darva. "Daffodil's on the front, and on the back, Rhododendron's!"

Darva gently returned the gown to the armoire, re-closed the closet door, and made her way to her tall wooden desk.
In the center, top drawer, she retrieved three long black sticks of delicious homemade licorice, handing one to each sister.

"NO PROBLEM!" said Sister Kimmi, looking excited. Her all-time favorite candy was black licorice.

"Holy cow, Darva!" Sister Abigale said, cheerfully taking hers.
"Who on earth made these delightful charms?"

"Journey's grandmother. She came to see me yesterday after school."

Sister Kimmi shot Sister Abigale cast a harsh glare! "She did, did she?" Sister Abigale replied, surprised and slightly irritated.

Sister Kimmi stepped back. "Why! That little TWERP! She could've at least said "Hello!"

Darva chuckled. "Sorry! I had no idea."

Sister Kimmi and Sister Abigale identified Journey T. Rossignol as a very important young lady! Journey was more than just a close friend; she also supplied the nuns with weed (poor-nouns-ted… Mari-Ju-ana foe you RICH white folk.) Most people believe it is the greatest in the valley!

At the age of twenty, Journey began growing her own little crops. Experiment with different breeds and seeds, as well as dose the potting soil with Delmarie 12, an exceptionally harsh nuclear planet fertilizer!

Then it happened!

After her third hit, Journey let out an enormously loud bark. "WOW! NOW, THIS IS WICKED… SHEE-YACHT!"

Her bellow could be heard 500 yards beyond the old decrepit red dwelling.

A few seconds later. "WHOA... I'M TALK'N BOUT... WAH... WAH... WICKED!" She lost her equilibrium and slipped slightly; her brain spun like a drunken, out-of-control top! "Talk about a rocking head rush!"

Suddenly, the obvious struck her like a ton of turds! "WHERE IS THE WHITE FISH IN THE CUP? There is no black fish in the cup!" She laughed out loud! "Madder Fac... WHERE DAH FUD'S THE CUP?"

The buds all had the same distinct, hairy texture, and the dominant hue was dark green with purple and orange stripes. Strange looking certainly!

Journey sold her work under the name "JOURNEY AND BEYOND," which is a rather creative business name, and it sold like crazy! Until she was caught, that is!

It was unbelievable as hell! North Region Watchmen (constable) searched the Oedipus Valley, where Journey lived with Great, Great Grand mammy, and Grandpappy Bone-knocker from on her mammy's side of the family.

The elderly old folks were decent roommates to share the home with were, mainly deaf and dumb! I mean, like... REALLY DUMB!

One rainy day, Journey invited her best friend, Courtney Bum Kraker, over for the first time; she had never met Journey's family.

Journey slowly opened the front door, and there stood great Grand Mammy with her left breast hanging out, pulling vigorously on it while pointing at the clock. On the other side of the room sat Great Grandpappy flipping her the bird as he poured a pitcher of water over his bald head.

Bum Kraker's mouth dropped wide open! "What in the hell are they doing!"

Journey let out a giggle. "Well... as you already know, my Great Grandparents are both deaf and dumb... right!" Darva was struggling.

"Well... Mammy is telling Pappy it's time to milk the cows! And Pappy's saying, FORK YOU... IT'S POURING OUTSIDE!"

Bum Kraker's eyes widened as she gasped for a breather of air! "OH... MY... GOD!" she roared, nearly falling over backward, laughing!

Courtney was from Bacova, Romanian, a region just northeast of Transylvania.

Darva rarely visited the old village because of all the witchcraft and wizardry that was consistently practiced there. The people were awful to one another there, despising visitors or any new settlers.

Even an unknown creature roamed the deep woods they know only as Petrusic. One could describe the mammoth hairy beast as looking much like the Northwest American Sasquatch.

"Well, I'm about ready for a hot cup of Black tea," Darva announced. "Would either of you care to join me?"

Sister Kimmi's eyes lit up. "Oh! Do you have any Crazy Raspberry?"

Darva smiled warmly as she adored Sister Kimmi very much. "Ya! Want that instead?"

"Oh yes, please... and thank you!"

"And you, sister Abigale?"

"Please! Black! Thanks!"

A short time later, Darva reemerged from her tiny kitchenette with two hot minor copper pitchers of delightful tea.

Setting the silver serving tray onto the lounge table, Darva spun around and grabbed her Boada Bong from the top of her oak desktop. She gave the sister a teasing smirk. "Care to indulge, ladies?"

end of act I







THE HEARSE

A Novel by: COUNT: V V Nicolzah
(unedited/unabridged. Copywrite protected)
Novel #39



And the Lord make you to increase and abound in blove one toward another, and toward all men, even as we do toward you.
1 Thessalonians 3 vs 12

Prologue

Formaldehyde and rodent urine permeated the ancient hearse's black leather button-tuck and roll upholstery. The repulsive smell was immediately apparent as one walked around the vehicle's outside. What could be worse than that, I beg to ask?

As you might imagine, the limited-edition 1959 Cadillac hearse had always smelled pathetic. It enhanced the already stunning nine coats of deep ebony hand-rubbed lacquer, which reflected like a mirror. The chrome trim wrapped around the coach section's top was shiny and bright.

It was still quite a beautiful interior. When installed, the leather was soft and pliable, and the burl walnut dashboard and each door had handcrafted a side panel from high-quality materials and was protected with many highly polished lacquer layers. Stunning!

An old, unfamiliar medallion hung from the rearview mirror, encased in sterling and supported by a sterling herringbone chain. Because of the raised details, the swastika appeared sideways, which was not the true identity of the symbol.

Countless centuries ago, the dark side had stolen the image design of a classical Norse religious belief practiced universally by all, manifesting the purity of heaven into the evil representation of a demonic society.

The dash had an unusual, one-of-a-kind clock above the original radio that was neither manual nor eclectic. However, it showed accurate times worldwide in every zone.

Above it, in pure sterling was a plate displaying the name, Count Constantine of Romania.

History tells us, on October twelfth, in the year of our Lord fourteen hundred and eighty-eight, a child of royalty was born secretly in Patriotic, the monastic settlement in Bucovina-Northeastern Romania.

The young Queen and her slave found concealment quite challenging and experienced that neither would wish to remember.

Following her death from acute intestinal hemorrhaging, the priest asked the majesty, "What name shall I scribe?"

Damien Constantine Damascus, King of Romania, was the name written in this section of history.

Later, historians discovered Damien was the only child of Nazareth, the twenty-third queen of the Lemurians. After just two years of reign, a tragic event led to the young Queen's untimely and sudden demise. Upon Damien's first breathed, a value of an entire Romanian dynasty exchanged hands.

It's strange that they'd honor a legendary royal vampire hunter with the Hearse's naming. And it gets stranger: none of the 172 bodies that were executed had ever been inside the coach of this prestigious hearse. A decent burial was out of the question for the condemned.

Searching for deep state vampires has become the young Danish count's favorite pastime. Most patriots would be envious of the impressive set of abilities he has amassed. He is in charge of the Transylvanian diocese of the Romanian Roman Orthodox Church.

On April 6, 1500, at 12:00 PM, Damien Constantine Damascus was named Head Knight of the Royal Oak Inquisition by the Royal Court. A position of exceptional leadership was necessary for the European title of nobility, more often known as Count, in the past.

To gain the Lordship's attention, Cardenal Grandsire called out, "SIR DAMIEN!" Would you mind speaking with me?

Damien held his stance, cloaked in crimson blue, while the Byzantine Sanctae Romance approached. The troops, nobles, and clergy alike all admired this young valiant knight.

"I would like to help you, Cardinal. What can I do for you?"

Grandsire smiled warmly. "Less money should be spent on the East Village. There must be salary cuts."

Even though he had not yet reached his teenage years, the royal Knight was a powerful youngster who towered an alarming six feet. He had outgrown yet another uniform, and his triumphant armor of God made him look quite handsome.

"And what part of the word no confuses you?" He asked respectfully.

"Not the response I expected!" bantered the elderly Cardinal. "Yet I acknowledge your sarcass... I digress, sire."

"Those who doubt my decisions will not stand up for me in the most severest of times! Would you not agree, holy man?"

Despite the Cardinal's role in the church, his respected authority requiring his input on most public issues.

"Was my social compensation input for this summer not reviewed by you?" Asked the Royal Knight.

"Yes, of course."

Damien seemed perplexed. What makes some grownups rather debate than just take a yes or no? That's driving me crazy, his impressionable mind moaned. I'd rather have the innocence of a kid in charge of my kingdom than the stubborn half wits of an adult. "Have you seen my answers to the counsel's requests?"

"I did, yes, Sir!" Acknowledged the Cardinal.

Having once again, Damien shook his head slowly. The young Knight may be more receptive to a juvenile approach. "Is there anything to be concerned about?"

The Cardinal sighed as he became increasingly irritated with the conversation. "Sir!"

"This discussion has ended, Sanctae Romanae."

The Cardinal turned to depart slowly, "Yes, of course. I apologize for taking up so much of your time."

It was so enraging when an older person questions my authority! They are not the ones with answers.

"HOW SAD!" Damien muttered. "OH, CARDINAL GRANDSIRE!"

In response, the old holy man turned back.

"I will not accept another challenge! Am I understood?"

"I concur, sir!" The Cardinal respectfully agreed.

The old cardinal looked to the young count as he leaned toward him.

"A sealed bottle of mysterious alien origin and hue was found on the shoreline of our everyday experience. Within the container, written in red balustrade ink was a message warning all!"

Initially hesitant, then grinning like a child, Damian finally replied. "Wonderful! I hope you enjoy the rest of your day!"

"SIR! THIS IS WHAT THE BAFFLING MESSAGE SAYS!"

The Cardinal stutters with age as he started reading. "Keep your distance from the monstrous man known as COUNT: Valkyrie Vladimir Nicolzah. Aliens, after seeing his bizarre and completely meaningless kind of humor, will be utterly befuddled and probably have a record-breaking migraine! Only them their humans can understand his gibberish and actually find it hilarious, even if it makes absolutely no sense! Take heed!" Read the cautionary note printed on the vintage extraterrestrial Tylenol bottle! "BLAH, HA, HA!"

end of prologue

Chapter I

BEYOND THE TWINKLE OF THE MIND'S EYE

"Be strong and take hearst, all you who hope in the Lord.

Psalm 31:24

act I

Professor Mathews circled the enormous classroom many times while Starletta Cheyenne Nicolzah, leader of Freaks-on-a-Leash, a local Gothic adolescent street gang for ages 13 and up, stood to her feet.

He greeted her with a warm, respectful smile. "Hi, Cheyenne."

He laughed sarcastically as she gave a sexy wink and said, "Howdy, mister teacher!" realizing what was about to happen, she froze. Starletta laid down her pen and gently closed Space Connection and Beyond, her class manual.

Then came the pain! "A dwarf planet differs significantly from a terrestrial planet in what way?"

Starletta explained. "Only the space around each celestial body distinguishes a planet from a dwarf one. Dwarf planets do not have a clear neighborhood around their orbits while planets do."

Professor Mathews slowly delivered a nod of acceptance. "Okay. How would you describe the epithet?"

She quickly grinned. "Since the upcoming definition, we have classified three objects in our solar system as dwarf planets."

"Very good! And they are?"

When the girl next to her raised her hand, Starletta cut her off. "Pluto..."

"I'm not asking you, Cheyenne!" Professor Adam Christopher Mathews quickly snapped, turning back. "Roxana. Go ahead."

Twenty-one-year-old Roxana Britiany stood up and pulled her long black bangs back from the corners of her expressive eyes. Then, she firmly reinstalled her thick black square horn-rim glasses after laying down her pencil and closing her dictionary. As a brilliant woman, deep-space astrology phenomena often confused her. She preferred cosmology. "I believe Pluto is one."

She thought harder. "And Ceres...!" After a short time. Starletta whispered, "Eris."

Roxy yelled proudly, "And ERIS!"

While he was whipping off the chalkboard, the instructor Crowley commented, "Very effective, Roxy and Sylvania." Looking up at the classroom clock, he realized he was running out of time.

"Do the related questions in the back of Space Technology Today, chapter twenty-seven and Oppenheimer's Astrophysics, chapter fifteen."

Twenty-five Aberdeen Christian Advance Math/Science Tech College students began their long weekend as soon as the bell rang. There are a lot of gorgeous campuses near Arkadelphia, a city in Clark County, Arkansas, and Starletta and Roxy has five whole days to get into mischief! I love the Gothic style!

"Yō, Chris! What do you have planned for the Memorial Day weekend?"

"I don't like being called Chris! You can call me Adam!" said the Professor.

Starletta took her sexy little butt against the instructor's solid oak desk and asked, "How's the wife?"

With a snicker, he warned, "Stop it!"

Playing along, Roxy asked, "Oh, and what if she doesn't?"

"She will hear from her daddy. That's what I'll do!"

Starletta laughed loudly as she threw her head back. "I just adore it when you talk dirty to me, Adam!" she teased with a giggle.

Professor Mathews slowed to a halt and stared intently at Starletta. As he shook his head, he asked, "Why do you choose to be the black sheep of our dignified family?" This was something he could never understand.

"Oh, I don't know! Maybe because I only play with battery-powered toys!"

Adam gasped! "You're such a weirdo, little cousin!" he insisted as he gathered the remaining papers from his desk and placed them in his black leather briefcase.

"AWE! Just fun in you, cuz!" she defended as she purposely brushed against his buttocks. "Well, the alternative would be a stuck-up college professor bound to a stinking class!"

Roxy quickly added, "For sure!"

"What about your medications? Are you still taking them?"

"And what is the purpose of your question?"

It enraged him to no end! "I am deeply concerned about your welfare, Sylvania, and I love you!" He slammed his briefcase shut. "Is that so hard to comprehend?"

"Oh, come on, Professor Mathews! It was only a joke," said Roxy with a guilty conscience. "She did not mean it to hurt!"

"Well, I guess I ought to lighten up! Right?" he said, irritated by the young woman's childish humor.

"Exactly!" praised Starletta, as she gave him a sexy wink, whispering into his ear! "How big do you see yourself getting once all grown up and a big boy?"

He lowered his voice, and so did the color of his face. "Stop it!"

"You should try going Goth, Professor! That'll make your chest all nice-n-hairy!" Roxy laughed.

Shocked, Starletta slapped herself on the forehead. "YOU'VE GOT TO BE SHITTING ME!" she exclaimed, laughing.

A soft sigh escaped Starletta's lips as Adam caressed her slender, tan shoulders.

"When the next time the old lady leaves town?" she teased. "Cause you smell delicious, Cousin Gomez!"

He rolled his eyes and said, "Such a flirt! Look, kids! I've got a meeting to attend." He kissed her lightly on the forehead. "Be careful this weekend!" he appealed. "Now, move your butts!"

"Awe! Going to miss me?" Roxy said, slapping her tiny butt as the room door gently closed behind her. As it did, Starletta exclaimed, "LOVE YOU, ADAM!"

Professor Mathews quickly yanks open the door. "SYLVANIA!" he shouted.

The girls halted. "YEE-HAW!"

He exclaimed, "Make sure your armor of Christ Jesus is always fastened! Please." Adam shrugged his shoulders. "For the sake of our family! We wouldn't know what to do should something happen to you!"

"My armor is always fixed, sugar! Thanks!" Roxy yelled back. Then the girls were gone from sight.

"OUCH! HE'S HOT!" was the last thing Professor Adam Christopher Mathews heard his younger cousin say just before the room door re-closed.

end of act I

act II

"Hey! Did you hear Biden is in the hospital?" asked Starletta as she connected the last wire to the circuit board.

"Thank God for that!" Roxy exclaimed as she lifted her head from her work. "I wonder what happened this time?"

Taking a deep breath, Starletta stood up. "'CUZ HE COULDN'T STOP PUTIN!" she roared!

There was a long, silent pause as Roxy rolled her eyes. "SHUT UP!" she growled, returning to her work. "You are so disgusting!"

At that moment, 1stsgt (First Sergeant E-8) Antonia Abraham walked into the Cyber biometric cleanroom looking for Starlett. "Hey, you!" she said, patting Roxy on the back. "What's new?"

Roxy glanced up in surprise. "Sup, Beastmaster? What's wrong?"

Antonia smiled warmly. "Not a thing, Roxy." The 1stsgt stepped into Starlett's office.

"HEY, YOU! Break's over, bib-itch!"

Starletta smiled without looking up. "How's it hanging, Beastie!" she greeted.

Last summer, the United States Naval Special Warfare Command transferred Starletta and Roxy to the National Science Foundation of Antarctica. They now work directly with VXE-6, an LC-130 squadron of the Navy's Antarctic exploration and research is based for half of the year at Point Mugu, California, just north of Los Angeles.

"WELL! I guess it's time to go at it alone! Once again!"

Then Starletta jumped off the bench. "HEY!" she shouted. It slightly aggravated her tone as she demanded, "Keep that chit down! This is an unsecured area, you fool!"

The 1stsgt stopped dead in her tracks. Her hand hovered over her red, puffy lips as she hissed, "OOPS! SORRY! My bad." she replied.

"Turn that down, please," asked Starletta regarding Roxy's loud, complex rock head-banger music.

Starletta put her soldering iron back in its holder and turned it off. She waved her hand and summoned 1st Sgt Abraham to the back office. She added another chair to the desk right in front of hers. "Please take your seat. Let us speak.

Antonio smiled, then sat down. "We'll be heading back down south in a week after I met with the Operations Officer and the Maintenance Officer.

"1stsgt, it's just August!" Starletta reminded her.

"We fly to Antarctica in August!" she answered.

She shook her head. "Yeah! LATE IN AUGUST! THIS IS JUST THE FOURTH!" she bitched. "It's another Creepy-Sleepy-Joe-style decision, and I want t know who's behind it?" she demanded.

Despite the dangerous weather in Antarctica in early August, Starletta was surprised by the news. Especially in the dark, since it is still winter.

Starletta buried her face in her palms. Certainly not what she expected. "We will take a major risk if we attempt to go south in those conditions!" she reminded the 1stsgt.

"I know a fact to me." Antonia acknowledged.

"YA! HIT THAT LIKE BUTTON, EVERYBODY! Forking ridiculous!"

"I agree!" Roxy said as she re-entered the small office for the second consecutive time. "So, when do we mobilize?"

"Seventy-two hours from now." the 1stsgt informed.

"What crew are we with?"

"Eight! We will work with Lieutenant Commander Devin's crew." Antonio reminded Starlett.

Roxy's face lit up with a broad smile as she adjusted her thick glasses. "Amazing, you always seem to work with the same aircraft commander!" Giggled Roxy.

"I KNOW, RIGHT!" Starletta agreed. "Keep it down, bib-itch! My luck, some asshole will leak that chit out to Marfo Ogle News!"

"I'm not a big fan of working with him, because he always tries to get into my flight suit, and it drives me crazy., muttered Starletta.

"It would be so nice to have that dilemma!" giggled Roxy.

"That's because you're a little Sex Zombie!" Starlett laughed. She scratched her head a bit. "Or is it a succubus? I get that confused."

Antonia hid her face behind her hands. A chuckle filled her voice as she declared, "I'm not going anywhere near this conversation."

"When is briefing?" This is Starletta's attempt at being serious.

"I am meeting with the Maintenance Officer today at thirteen hundred. I will let you know then."

A shuffle accompanied Roxy's impatience. "Waiting drives, me insane!" She whined. "To whom are we assigned?" she asked?"

"Seal Team Six," informed Antonia.

Roxy giggled with a childish expression of shock. "Starletta's focus is going to be on work now!" she joked. "Which team is Lieutenant McEnany on?" she teased.

"It would be wise to stop while you are ahead!" advised Starletta sternly.

"All right, already! Just made an observation is all!" Roxy teased. "Try to focus on our mission and less on our team leader ASS, DOCTOR HONEY DRIPPER!"

Starletta's eyes widened as she laughed sarcastically. "I WOULDN'T TALK... LITTLE MISS, BLUE THIGHS SPECIAL!" she exclaimed, leaping into Roxy's face.

Antonia choked on her Dr. Pepper while laughing and spraying everyone. "GOOD GOD, YOU TWO!" she shouted. "YA'LL ARE CRAZY AS HELL!"

"Look at this jackass!" Roxy giggled as she covered her head with her hands. "Acting all tough, like she's forking Johnny Weissmuller and chit!"

Playfully, Starlett grabbed her best friend by the neck! "I guess I will just have to wring all that nonsense out of you!" she giggled childishly.

The conference phone on the desk rang at that moment, and Starletta picked it up. "Cyber Cryogenics, Nicolzah."

After a long pause, Starletta became subliminal as she listened to the conversation on the other end of the line. "Yes, Commander Podłęż (Pode-len-Zia)," she replied to seconds later. "She's here in the office right now."

 Commander Podłęż was an outstanding operation officer, despite his heavy-laden Czech accent. Trying to understand him after he'd been drinking was nearly impossible!

"Yes, sir. My doctoral thesis, 'The Emancipation of the Constipated Human Mind,' was in Cyber Cryonics. I earned my Ph.D. from the California Institute of Technology." I replied.

As Roxy waited impatiently! She could only imagine what the command requested from Starletta this time.

Starlett has been tackling the most bizarre assignments requested by the U.S. Naval Forces Central Command. The situation was becoming increasingly suspicious. "Cryopreservation? Yes, sir. I'm qualified in that domain."

A short time quickly slipped by. "Yes. I am still just listening." Whatever the Commander was suggesting truly upset Scarletta this time.

"Well. Yes, Sir. I fully understand what you are asking. Unfortunately, I'm unsure if I will comply with that abnormal request."

The 1stsgt caught.

. Roxy's eye. "Told you, so! They're pulling the same bluff like last time!" 

Antonio nodded in acknowledgment but remained silent.

Starletta felt the tension as she wondered why the command was asking her to perform such bizarre tasks. The emotional stress grew between Roxy and her best friend, causing them to shift their weight in parallel anticipation.

Approximately six months prior, the Naval Institute of Technology scientists had given Starlett and Roxy the job of carbon dating and possibly identifying some partially fossilized remains of some unidentified species.

Despite their young age, the two Cyber Cryonic experts completed the mission. The results were not what the chain of command at NAVSPECWARCOM (Naval Special Warfare Command) was expecting to hear. This, however, was not unusual.

Using the Lunar Gateway, the researchers from the out camp Upstream Bravo in Antarctica transported back something much more sinister than an unusual oddity found on the moon's surface to the Astronomical Observatory of Omni Logistics at McMurdo Station in Antarctica. They had also discovered a hidden porthole that led back to the specimen's original location. (D-59)

ONR (Office of Naval Research) inadvertently disregarded Starlet's warnings by transferring the uncategorized species back to ONR headquarters in Arlington, Virginia, which sparked a concern beyond subtle curiosity.

"Sir, I find it rather puzzling that your chain of command blatantly disregards my professional advice!" This irritated Starletta greatly. "Now, why do you suppose that is?"

"Whatever!" The commander responded. Starletta was a bit of a curiosity, and he was a bit irritated by her lack of her concerns.

to be continued...






Missing Stair Case

by:

COUNT: V V Nicolzah

The thick gray fog smothered the timber of the Bristol Baron Forest, like a latex glove suffocating the hand of a nervous surgeon.

The tundra was a nasty looking, dark brown, slimy and emitted an obnoxious, stale odor, making these woods difficult to pass through. But it was rare seeing anyone entering these woods! Mainly because of its horrid past.

Nothing grew well here. Only the Weeping Willows and Agarita bush, causing many to speculate that the soil was impure. And it was... tainted!

YES, AN EVIL FOREST! But that was normal, because this is where the eleventh demon, Lazereth lives!

The air was so foul it brought on a layer of disgust to one’s mouth as you breathed! Much like sucking on a cube of sulfur. NOW HOW DISGUSTING IS THAT!

It was no bother for those clansmen living in the remote villages surrounding the boundaries of the Bristol Baron at the base of the Elvesmandwarf mountain range and far beyond. All were well aware of the Cyber-paranormal lurking within, breathing terror into the tree, like life blood feeding a fetus.

For nearly three centuries, beginning on the midnight hour of January first, in the year of our Lord, Sixteen-Sixty, brave Priests, Alchemists, and Kings alike, battled the entity in a ‘Good Vs Evil’ contest! Often with very bloody endings!

Unfortunately, all attempts to subdue the malevolent beast had failed miserably, and the evil carnage continued to devour what it wished.

And this went on, and on and on!

The third century of the entities control was the most dangerous and undetermined! Sixteen-sixty, being the worst year of any.

There were giants in them days, and they resembled nothing like what even your mind could imagine! Of course, we should note that these mammoth beings were hideous to view, but mostly acceptable by the surrounding villagers within the region.

They refer to these giants as, Beast-Wanderers, and did they did not feed on human flesh, nor inflict bodily harm on others, man or beast, unless highly provoked. But that too was rare, mainly because an average Beast Wanderer stood an astonishing fifteen feet tall and weighed well over eleven hundred pounds, based on the universal weight scale.

Yes! They were highly compact and quite the terrifying creature to look at. The head of a Centaurus mixed with the body of a Gorgon sprouting like human hands, fingers and claws, even the tail of an Ox.

Their body odor was obviously rank, smelling much like the scent of a North American Sasquatch, from what they had learned from the elders of the past. The stench was pungent, which naturally sent an alarm out to other creatures within its vicinity.

The Beast-Wanders always broke into smaller, more manageable clan numbers, limiting them to only ten and always led by one commander only. Uniquely, the males dedicate themselves to one mate, and one mate only, through-out his life span. When his mate passed, so does his interest in any breeding. This was always the case.

On rare occasions, inter-clan aquarelles would break out, and even more rarely, a physical fight. And this is a highly dangerous thing to do, regardless of the quarrel, because they would unconditionally expel the loser from the clan, for eternity! No questions asked!

His clansman's name was Leift Bjørn Variant, and he was one of those rare losers, now cursed to wander endlessly by alone. This was not an effortless task for an outcast, as no male had ever attempted survival outside of his clan. This would always produce psychological disorders within one earth year.

Most modern-day psychology specialists would describe this mental disease as Catatonic Cenesthopathy Schizophrenia, resulting in a highly unusual psychotic victim. Symptoms were audio/visual hallucinations, unexplainable sudden head pains, up to three individual personalities, and abrupt mood change.

The disease seriously affected Bjørn, as he suffered immense pain every day. Later he discovered he could quite communicate with those he saw around him, within his mind, and what a wonderful relief it was. It also brought him a new sense, never felt before. And that sense was humor!

It was late in the year's season of our Lord, sixteen-six, when the dark, creepy backwoods of the Bristol Baron Forest began witnessing its first signs of genuine life returning in nearly three hundred years.

First came the moss, flourishing from the timber bark, and that led to the upraise of burgeoning dark green wild grass. Life truly was stirring, even the Royal Trumpet mushrooms were sprouting up, everywhere. Then came the deer and so on.

Gradually additional beast breeds began emerging out of the ashes of the ancient past, such as Orcs, Ogres, Goblins, werewolves, unicorns, Bogeymen and even three Nymph triplets too.

They quickly formed into separate communities within the Bristol Baron Forest according to their strain. The Orcs making up the highest in numbers. It was also the Orcs responsible for infesting the dark woods with the intrepid curse of sin and evil, and all the individual beast clans were well aware of that fact.

“It was sometime around noon when Leift had finally arrived at Auntie Ednah’s doorstep, just it time for lunch. With a very gentle rap, he sounded the alarm of his arrival. As always, first to greet him in the doorway was seven pound Tipsy. a three-year-old all white toy Bolognese.

“How do Miss Tipsy!” Leift was enjoying the moment! As always!

“HELLO, MY DEAR BOY!” sounded Auntie Edna from the other end of the sob moss cabin. “Come on in! Got Rum and coffee awaiting ya!” she hollered loudly.

“When did you refinish the great room?” Leift requested, overly curious.

Folks admired Auntie Edna for her unique, sometimes grotesque oil paintings, that she didn’t mind sharing with the public. But there were many, many others deep in the archives of her mind that she could not. She had to keep much of herself and her past well hidden, in fear of a lynching. As what happened to her best friend two summers ago.

Aunt Edna was not a black witch, nor was she a white one either. Her interests lay in abnormal, parapsychological communications, and in most cases was the specialty of a Gray Witch.

It was a frightful, but harmless practice, often resulting in hyper-psychological breakdowns upon contact with the other side. Later she had discovered that she not only was speaking to the undead, but she was also being involuntarily crossed over into another dimension. Usually, the fifth.

It was not always a peasant experience, often leading to weeks of severe depression and anxiety.

When she met King Hennery the Eighth, several year ago, he tried putting the move on her, and that did not go over well. She cast a rebellious spell on him, sending the poor fat man to Canterbury, an all male homosexual pigmy island retreat, deep in the south Pacific. OUCH!

Leith made his way to the rear of the home where successfully found the coffeepot, waiting.

“Care to joint me?” he asked with as a twinkle in one eye.

“I absolutely will! How come you came alone? Where is Sfinkster?” she asked, a bit puzzled.

“Back at the ranch. He was still polishing off a bottle of rum, last I knew.”

Aunt Edna shook her head, slowly. “That fool had better slow down on his drinking before it pickles his dad burn liver. Damned fool!”

Leift chuckled. “YEAH! Like he really cares!”

Leift had a special chair he sat in because of his enormous size and weight. It was quite uncomfortable, but it was something to rest on after a long, dusty hike over the Bremby pass trail.

“So, son. What brings you to my neck of the woods, ON this fine day?”

Leift hesitated, knowing well that if he wanted anything special from Auna Zeldah, as was not to beat around the bush, just be direct. He gathered his courage, finally asking. “I was just wondering... if it won’t be a problem.” He hesitated again. “Um...”

“Whatever it is, just simply spit it out, Leift!”

Again hesitation. “Ah... yes ma’am. Um. Well... I was wondering is you wouldn’t mind taking me to the Stair Case for the weekend? I mean... that is, if it’s no bother.”

Aunt Zelda’s heart sank. She gently laid her thin wrinkled hand upon his. “Leift... Sweetheart! You must let her go. You have suffered far too long.” She tapped the top of his enormous hairy hand with one finger. “It was God’s will, Leift and there is absolutely nothing that we can do to change that fact.” A subtle tear formed in her eyes. “Please don’t drag yourself through any further heartache.”

Leift gradually lowered his head, breaking eye contact. He slowly nodded his head in agreement. “I know Aunt Zeldah. “I was just hoping that there might be... a chance she would return.”

The subject was hard to grasp, in most cases, as the surrounding region believed that the Star Case mystery was nothing more than a mere phenomenal myth.

REALLY! IS THAT YOUR ANSWER? One cannot build on hope, if his foundation does not rest on faith in our Lord, foremost! As taught by the elders of long ago!

“It was only a thought, ma’am. Nothing more.” he mumbled in a low hoarse voice. Thoughts of wonder bombarded Leift’s mind, as he contemplated other options. However, there really were none, other than a grueling three-week trek out of the Bristol Baron Forest and over the northern region’s Tyroleans mountain pass. And that route was hell to pay for! “I have my legs to rely on.”

“OHH! Now don’t be like that, Leift!” She gave the top of Leift’s hand a slight slap. “Of course I will take us.” she answered with a bright, warming smile. “I know how much she means to you, sweetheart.” She reached up high and cupped one palm under the base of Leift’s chin. “You mean a great deal to me, son!”

Leift nearly choked up. “Thank you so much for understanding, Aunt Zeldah. I Love you so much!”

“BACK AT YA, BUCKO!” Aunt Zeldah froze. “Gee whillikers! Are we ever going to have that cup of coffee I offered?”

“OH-YEAH!”

It was Sybie’s idea to skip school and start the long three-day weekend early. Bristol Baron Forest was their favorite retreat, besides Silver Strand, that is.

Their sneaky, well thought out plan was so far going smoothly. Even Sybie’s father was a piece of cake! His mind was so deeply buried in Desmond Harris’s “Cryptozoologists: Last Journal!” He wasn’t even aware of Sybie’s big kiss on the cheek and a hardy, “BYE DAD! LOVE YOU!” as she departed the home. HUMM... Bad parenting?

Sybie gathered her backpack, tent and ECW bag and headed down the long, snow-covered driveway that led to Manzanita Dairy Road North. With any luck, her girlfriends will already be there waiting.

Around twenty minutes later, Sybie arrived and with plenty of energy to spare. “Well! I’ll be go to hell!” she exclaimed, seeing Marty Shoewear’s pickup rounding the corner. “Fricken on time, tah-boot!”

The truck slowly came to a halt, a mere foot from Sybies feet. “HI, SYBIE!” hollered Pebbles Louise Carmichael from where deep in the back of the crew cab.

Pebbles stood only four foot two, and now at age twelve it was highly unlikely she would grow any taller, by the looks of things, so far!

Last summer the other kids left Pebbles behind at the Simpson’s rodeo in Manchester, only realizing it once arriving at her home, an hour and ten minutes later! Sybie caught a serious ass chewing for that one!

So naturally I made a honest attempt at poetry for the first time... and I suck at that as well!

"As I stand upon this stage of life, a solitary figure with a head full of questions and a heart ablaze with fire.
In the depths of my soul, confusion reigns supreme, as I ponder the enigma (pro·nounced enema foe you white folk) that is my very own being.
Oh, the symphony of madness that echoes in my mind, a whirlwind of thoughts, a tempest so hard to define.
I scratch my own forking head, bewildered and amazed at the twisted, tangled path that my existence has paved. Like a thunderous... "SHITE-STORM!"
F*CK ME, I SUCK!


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THE CURIOUS CASE OF STARGAZER AND FLASHBANG

A novel by COUNT: V V Nicolzah
(unedited/unabridged. Copy writes protected) Novel #27 of 78

Love each other as I have Loved you. Greater love has no one than this, that he lay down his life for his friends.

John 15:12-13

Chapter One:

Stage Two Phased Plasma Rifle in the 40-Watt Range

act: I

"THROW ME ANOTHER STAKE!" shrieked Flashbang, the horrified fourteen-year-old Knight Stalker, as she battled to drive the enraged, lethargic vampyer back into the immense solid brass coffin from whence it came!

Because of his massive stature and overwhelming power, this was getting increasingly problematic!

"Flash, I've got a lot on my plate right now! Cordially close the lid!" Her older sister yelled! "AND DO NOT LOOK IT IN THE EYES!"

Castellan, the spindly prince, became bolder as his big lungs absorbed in the unfettered fresh air of life from beyond his eternal tomb.

There was a new demand for support! "WILL YOU STOP STRUGGLING AND JUST LET ME JAB YOU! BIG BABY!" 

The tension on Courtney Renee "Flashbang" Nicolzah's weakening limbs scorched her muscles from within. The agony was both tremendous and burdensome.

"HURRY! MY ARMS ARE SUFFERING!"

A tiny neck wound caused a small trickle of blood to run down Flashbang's right shoulder and onto her blue denim bib overalls. A mishap with a corroded square nail sticking from the entry hall entryway. 

"ALL OF THE HINGES ARE RUSTY! I CAN'T GET THIS LID DOWN!"

With shaky hands, she was obliged to fight back! "STAR! PLEASE... HELP ME!"

"OK!" Yelled seventeen-year-old Carly Merrill "Stargazer" Nicolzah as she turned around to see what danger her baby sister was encountering.

In an instant, Stargazer had a tight grasp on the semi-conscious vampyer's throat as she drove her one-inch-long solid sterling silver-coated, deadly claw fingernails deep into the grey tone skin of the famed Venetian Castle monster.
"PATIECE PRINCE CASTELLAN! I'M TRYING TO ELIMINATE ALL OF YOUR PAIN! YA UNGREATFUL JERK!"

Castellan's neck erupted violently as a result of the Holiness' response, which was now slowly being poured into his hideous bodily cavity. The strong stink of the chartreuse green discharge was almost enough to make the young Night Stalker duo puke.

His massive eyes opened, showing yellow mucus-filled ophthalmias that hurt the beast. "Eforturile tale se dovedesc a fi nefolositoare, dragă copil!" he snarled menacingly in Danish.

"OMG! SHUT UP! OUR EFFORT IS NOT INVALID!" Flashbang exclaimed, slapping the furious elderly royal across the forehead! "YOU'RE SO STUPID!"

"KEEP AWAY FROM THE FANGS!" her big sister insisted, pulling a sterling silver "hellig relm" stake from the depths of the nanny goat satchel she carried on her back.  

 "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" Exclaimed Flashbang, perplexed "The silver will bow to his fury; he is a Leva Irian!"

 Stargazer disregarded her siblings' stern warning and reached out for the solid oak mallet on the old cavern's dusty wooden deck. "KEEP YOUR GRIP TIGHT AND FIRM!"

In the distance, an enormous bell rang, sending out a perpetual ear-piercing sound of the alarm. It quickly alerted the standing guards near the cast-iron entry of the north gate of castle Lumera Interlopă. His castle!

The lighting was low, and the air reeked of methane as the early morning sun slowly crept over the southern Romanian horizon.

  Stargazer struck the end of the sterling master stake with the oak mallet in one mighty thrust and sent an array of blue and turquoise sparks into the surrounding air.

It was not wood-to-metal contact that aroused the specter. However, it was the ignition of a black powder charge within the interior of the stake that erupted a minor explosion. This action drove a highly toxic cocktail of lead, mercury, arsenic, and cadmium deep within the Vampyer's vulnerable heart, sending a shower of dark red blood cascading everywhere.

"WE HAVE TO BE OUT OF HERE BEFORE THE METHANE IGNITES!" warned Flashbang nervously.

"I'M AWARE OF THAT FACT, FLASH! JUST HOLD HIM DOWN!" snapped Carly. "I NEED TO SEE WHEN HIS WRETCHED SOUL DEPART HIS DECREPIT BODY!"

There was a pause. "WE HAVE TO BE SURE!"

Stargazer ground her teeth out of furious hatred and anger as Flashbang scanned their immediate surroundings, hunting for any encroaching enemies. "DO YOU FEAR OUR BELOVED CHRIST JESUS NOW? FILTHY SPAWN OF SATAN!"

"COME ON, STAR! THIS IS NO TIME TO GET ALL SENTIMENTAL!"

In an instant, a lavender tone mist emulated from the interior and outer surroundings of the long coffin as a Holy spirit manifested itself behind Stargazer's right shoulder.

The spirit's sudden appearance startled Flashbang, causing her to twitch, nearly drawing back.

"DANG IT! HOLD FAST, FLASH!" growled Stargazer.

Without warning, the bells seized ringing, promptly replaced with the blessed sounds of our heaven's most glorious trumpets.

At this point, the lovely spirit spoke with enormous pride, "Fecisti praeclarum officium! utriusque vestrum superbissimus est Noster Iesus Christus!" She exclaimed, vanishing in the blink of an eye, taking the retched monster with her!

Flashbang turned slightly until a peek of the early morning sun shone through the gaps in the rotted boards concealing the window, causing her to squint. Eventually, she released her grip on the vampyer's nasty grey throat and could finally stand upright once again. "OH DEAR, GOD!" she is panting in from the combo of exhaustion and sheer fright. "GOOD GOLLY! THIS JOB'S GETTING RIDICULOUS!"

Stargazer laughed as she ripped the stake from the now-rotting body and wiped it clean with her spare handkerchief. "Don't even think of complaining, little sister! You are richly compensated for your knowledge! For you have been gifted by our beloved Father and Creator above. Be thankful!"

"That still feels like peanuts in comparison to the endless dangers!"

Stargazer marked the date and time of death in her black leather medical journal as Flashbang stared on. "Zero five twenty-seven on the morning of June twelfth in the year of our Lord, nineteen hundred and forty-seven. Location, Timisoara, Romania." She flashed an evil smirk. "Another one bites the dust!"

"Wanna hear something disturbing?"

"Sure!"

"I really like my job! I truly do!" Flashbang confessed with all honesty. "But your passion for the hunt is becoming quite a noticeable addiction." The exalted youth lowered her head. "And that really worries me!"

Stargazer grinned as he argued. "That strikes a chord with me. What can I say?" She drew her little sister into her warm, caring arms. With a slap to the buttocks, she assured her little sister. "Daddy would be very proud of you today, as always, since you are his precious baby girl!" She teased.

"Well now, that just tickles me pink!" teased Flashbang in her cute, southern belle, old Arkansas accent.

"Let us get the hell out of this dump, before the gate guards get here, shall we!" suggested Stargazer.

Flashbang grabbed her black mojo bag, flung it over her shoulder, slammed the coffin lid closed, and then locked it for the final time. She slid the key into her front right pocket and turned to leave. "Ready?"

Stargazer swiftly inspected the immediate area as the girls cautiously exited the death tomb, then lit the sizeable black candle sconce mounted on the right wall of the corridor. Once determined safe, the sisters scampered down the damp and dreary aisle leading to the nearest, unimpeded exit.

The old stone passageway was moist and dark, leaving the tunnel smelling of decay and other discussed scents. The girls had entered a run-off gutter just below the kitchen and right above the raw sewage septic and drainage.

"GROSS! Stinks like Democrats down here! How unfortunate is that!" complained Flashbang, pulling her black balaclava up over her vulnerable nostrils. She urgently peered up and down the darkened passageway through buggy eyes, searching for another alternate route out of the old castle.

Stargazer gently took hold of her siblings' left shoulder and held her steadfast as she peeked around the corner, spotting a cavern they had not noticed upon initial entry.

It feels sinister to me, but she'll indeed inspect further. Thought Flashbang as she buried herself into Stargazer's backside, faithfully following close behind.

"Phew! You must cleanse your oil skin!" Flashbang advised, jerking her head to one side.
Stargazer came to a standstill and locked eyes with Flashbang, but she remained silent.

A few seconds later, she turned back around and continued the quest. Stargazer knew that her little sister knew well that she was getting fed up with her childish unenticing and bitter complaining.

She kept closer and had not yet heard a single sound. Not even from the sewer rats that ravished the disgusting foyer.

Another sconce! Should I light it and hope not to be noticed? Or blown up! Stargazer thought impatiently. She then tested the air quality by reading the screen of her gas detector, which she had removed from her nanny goat satchel earlier.

"What is it saying?"

"Not horrible at all! Much to my surprise! PPMs are barely below the mid-50+ level. And the LEL is exactly 11%." 
Stargazer took another sniff of the air. "Most likely as a result of the methane leak."

She swiftly placed the equipment back into her purse after returning it to its original leather nanny goat satchel.

"OH, WOW! We're fine with those figures!" Flashbang smiled broadly as he applauded. She lighted the candle with complete confidence that there would be no danger of an explosion. And there was none.

There was no sign of an opening or escape hatch ahead, but there was a strong sea wind that smelt fresh.

"We must be close to the East gate!" Stargazer made an announcement. "Just need to locate a ladder, ropes, or whatever to get to the coastline."

LOOK!" Flashbang shouted while pointing skyward. In the nearly complete darkness, she could make out a cast iron drainage grate above and their exit from the interior of the old castle. "There's our ticket out of here!"

That bit of news made Stargazer smile widely. "OH, YA! SURE IS!" She happily agreed.

The girls carefully moved until a ray of sunshine streamed into their faces from the surface breach. The air smelt clean, and the sparkle of sea mist on their faces was soothing.

Stargazer considered their choices; however, one thing was certain: even if Flashbang stood on her shoulders, they were considerably further away from the grate.

The steady dull thud of a massive, heavy door closing could be heard somewhere behind them.

"We need to go straight away!" Flashbang panicked noise. "I believe I saw someone approaching!"

The Stargazer walked to the opposite end of the corridor and yanked the maintenance downing rod from the wall. "Well! Have a look at this! "She yelled. "This is exactly what we need right now!"

With minimal effort, Stargazer lifted the long, slender black rod and hooked it onto the release draw. She shoved Flashbang backwards without warning, forcing the unfortunate kid to collapse flat on her back.

Unknowingly, Flashbang was in the line of the falling eight-pound drainage grate, which had unexpectedly broken away from its old, rusted hinge.

Stargazer quickly shuffled her baby sister up into her slender solid arms. "MY GOD, BABY!" She buried Flashbang's face deep into the surface of her upper chest. "I nearly lost you forever!"
Carly was now nearly in tears.

"I'm OK! There was no harm done." Hissed Flashbang. "A little anxiety never harmed anyone!"

"You little turd!" Giggled Stargazer! "I'll require a Heather's tether! Grab one, please"

"Right on!" Flashbang fished through her small grappling kit and thin rope from her mojo bag without hesitation. With the rope tied securely to the grappling hook, she surrendered the tool to Stargazer.

"Stand clear!" Stargazer bellowed as she swung the grappling assembly in circular loops and released. "Our most glorious Lord has blessed me with unexplainable good luck and keen accuracy!" Carly had caught the cast iron grate framing on the first attempt. "Bingo!"

"Nice! That was astounding!" Flashbang rejoiced as she showed her thankfulness to the gods in a whisper. "Blessed be our Lord!" she said, sighing.

Stargazer swung herself up the jute rope with ease, only inches away from peering over the utility hole opening in the grey cobblestone courtyard above.

She couldn't hear anything. There are no bells! There were no alarms or excited guard voices.

When Carly rose out of the moist blackness, there were no motions everywhere. With the all-clear, she snapped her fingers into the crouched hole, sending a near-silent signal for her tiny sister to climb up.

Flashbang quickly poked her head through the portal, and her face warmed by the early morning light within seconds.

A loud trumpet blew through a midsize window just over the girls', signaling the alert.

"Silence that fool!" Stargazer ordered. In an instant, Flashbang seized the racket with an arrow through the guard's unprotected neck, sending a flow of blood cascading down the outside of the ancient stone structure.

Flashbang quickly hurried to pick up the steel dagger incidentally dropped from the dead guard's uniform, falling only yards from the might Night Stalkers' feet. "I'll take that, thank you very much! You can't make this luck up!" she yelped with a broad grin and a cute wink.

A shuffle of boots erupted from somewhere in the castle archway. The girls quickly ran to the nearest battlement and instantly disappeared over the edge. To their surprise, workers erected a maintenance scaffold on the opposite side to allow masons to do various repair needs. Yet another spark of sheer luck!

Stargazer descended rapidly; however, a firm grip of a soldier's strong hand instantly stopped Flashbang in her tracks. "GET BACK UP HERE!" ordered the burly guard in a grey two-tone uniform and horrid lousy breath.

Clearly, the kids had different plans! "BLAMMO!" She thrust the knife cleanly through the man's big, hairy hand, breaking the bone with her incredible power! She protested, "I DON'T THINK SO, JACK!" while the guard yelled in excruciating pain.

"Quit screwing around and get down here!" bellowed Stargazer impatiently, standing on the next level below her sister.

Flashbang swung herself down to the next level, then both slid down the long ladder, now only twenty-five feet from the ground.

The guard, angry, looked over the edge. "HALT!" the grumpy man ordered. "I COMMAND YOU!"

Flashbang stopped, promptly looking up. "OH, SHUT UP!" She sassed back. "YOU GOT THAT DUMB OL' DAGGER BACK! WASN'T MY COLOR ANYWAY!"

She dropped the remaining distance to the sandy ocean beach shoreline next to her older sister, and off they ran.

The girls could see a small Basquien ship in the far distance and were patiently waiting for its arrival.

The boat had been waiting for nearly twelve hours, and the crew was becoming nervous about their length of stay forced to remain in the wide open, and unprotected.

Flashbang dug inside her nanny goat mojo satchel and pulled out a handcrafted special force, black powder pencil flare launcher.

When all was safe, the device sent a plum purple glowing projectile skyward only to erupt into a bright multi-array shower of brilliant sparkles ten seconds later, alerting the crew of their position.

She returned the device and stood proudly as they were now ready for pick up.

Suddenly, a bolt from an unseen crossbow struck Flashbang in her right shoulder flank, sending the child plummeting face down into the sand in unrelenting anguish.

"FLASH!" Stargazer screamed in a panic quickly lifting her baby sister's weakened, body as the youth's blood flowed freely into the white beach sand.

Stargazer bent down and pulled the hair out of Flashbang's open mouth and eyes. "Can you hear me? Open your eyes, baby?"

A few seconds later the child cleared her throat, coughing erratically. "I'm alright. Bolt passed straight through." She advised, struggling slightly to free herself from her sister's caring grasp.

"Your not alright! Your bleeding heavily!"

Stargazer now nearly in tears instantly lowered her little sister gently into the sand and grabbed her emergency medical bag. "Hold still while I dress this wound!"

Flashbang was a debacle! Her misery was settling in, sending stinging jabs of pain throughout her upper back and shoulder. "IT HURTS SO MUCH!"

"I know, sweetie. Just hang in there. You'll be alright." She took a long deep breath. "Close your eyes, Flash. We need the Lords help now, more than ever!"

And the child did so.

"Heavenly Father. I come unto thee in good faith, goodwill, but also unfortunate disparity. I ask thee, Christ Jesus, to please place your gracious hand of healing over the body of Your faithful veteran warrior who has fallen in battle carrying out our Father's will.

I ask, sweet Jesus, that you please stop the bleeding, and extinguish this child's pain and lift her back upright returning her to her fighting position, whence she came. Please restore her mighty strength so that she may fight, yet another day's battle.

I ask these things, in our Holy Father's name. Amen."

Flashbang slowly opened her eyes while producing her biggest smile to date! "You have a wonderful command of the English language, sissy!" Flashbang teased with a juvenile chuckle. "Now get me out of this, bloody sand!"

Stargazer grinned before deciding it would be best to walk farther up the beach front and out of the enemy archer's line of sight.

"Let's go home, shall we?"

end of act I

act II

"WHAT DO YOU WANT?" screamed Aubrey Rose "Felix/Stargazer" Nicolzah over the racket of carnival machines and the annoying cries of bawling kids.

"A STOMACH POUNDER AND A COKE!"

A few seconds later she turned around again. "ANYTHING ELSE?"

Maxine Adel "MaXi/Flashbang" Nicolzah, her little sister and business partner, smacked her rose lips anxiously and confirmed, "NOPE!"

There was no such thing as a place to sit, so the girls shuffled through the crowd until they reached the carnival compound's side fence.

"HEY! It's the fourth of July tomorrow, remember?"

"I know!" Felix said between exquisite, ladylike bites.

MaXi wiped ketchup from her lips a few seconds later. "Do you think she'll show up?"

Felix peered down with worry and sadness. "Certainly, MaX. Same bat time, same bat channel. Where do we go from here?"

"I don't know." MaXi focused her attention on a lone star that was hidden deep beneath the night's dark layer. "I often wonder what it would be like growing up like a normal kid."

"What?"

MaXi looked back down. "I mean, is it just me, or did you have ever... BLAH! Do you ever feel that way?"

"I know what you're saying. The thought of being normal would make an excellent bedtime story."

Maxine Adel suddenly lost her appetite, and it was apparent. "Yeah. Sure would," she said in a quiet, disappointed voice.

Felix lightly stroked MaXi on the back. "They will offer us a second chance to join the Grand Union. Just watch and see!" Her greatest efforts to inspire her younger sister were failing terribly. "Please be certain that our efforts will not be futile!"

It wasn't her greatest explanation, but Aubrey Rose did her best. "That I can assure you with absolute tip-top assurance!"

"Sorry sis, that made zero sense!" Felix gave her meal a closer look. She was munching on a corn dog when she said, "I could live off of these!"

The moment of insight has arrived! Transfixed once more by yet another dialogue taking place in her head.

Felix was aware that she could always find the right response there! The term in psychology is SIP-CA. Self Induced Psycho-Conversation and Analysis, to put it another way.

Felix began silently talking to herself. "You need to change the subject! AND RIGHT NOW!"

 Maxine Adel glanced up but said nothing as Aubrey Rose continued babbling incoherently.



TO BE CONTINUED. This novel is currently under production in a live-action status. The work is written in a continuous prose format. Regularly occurring updates in process.


My first novel the spring of 2020 in thought of my priceless eldest daughter, Kaylee Nichole!

Those Majestic Eight

A novel by COUNT: V V Nicolzah

(unedited/unabridged) Copy writes protected.) Novel#1



act 1

(intro)

 

A little brown gothic ferret named Kaylee Nichole "Kikki" Mathews, once lived in a mystical forest full of mystery and magic.

Kikki and her two best friends, the raccoon twins Rhea and Bea Bop, set out one early summer morning on their planet called Bale in search of an ancient and very rare leather book carrying the hidden location of pure gold fairy dust, which was a treasured item indeed.

Historically, this book belonged to the Grand Master Wizard, Ganglion Tempest, of Constance Endeavor, a royal village within the borders of Gallen Worthy's prohibited wastelands.

The elderly wizard learned the old book had been stolen with much regret.

You'll hear those myths and stories, which is why it's such a farce. It is more accurately described as "lost" than "stolen."

Sir Ganglion's ancient book was not taken. He had last hidden it in a climate-controlled vault deep underground, where it had been carefully preserved, about a decade before.

Regardless of how well concealed this mysterious location may be, there is a secret passage that leads directly from the eastern boundary of the forest to the massive bronze gates of the Golden Realm, also known as, CASTLE WOLFENSTEIN.

The path is invisible in every red season, but it is lighted by the brilliance of aquamarine and embellished with the dazzle of gold fairy dust. This is the only road that exists, and it beams constantly for six hours straight at midnight during that glorious red season day, showing everyone the majestic castle's position.

The stronghold did not exist to the human eye from high in the air, but it was completely invisible at ground level the, demonstrating that the entire kingdom was electric with life.

Beyond the gates are the books of everyone's hopes and an unfulfilled longing. Indeed! This is a fantastic location.

Permit me to convey to you.
... To be continued.


THE WORLD THROUGH THE EYES OF SORROW
A Novel by: COUNT: V V Nicolzah
(unedited/unabridged. Copy writes protected) Novel #32
Prologue:
The courtroom fell silent as the Judge reviewed the final court documents.
"Counselors, are you ready for the verdict?" he asked as he slowly raised his head.
"Yes, your honor," responded lead defense attorney Brockwell. At the adjacent table, the prosecutor stood to his right. "Yes, your honor.”
The Judge returned his attention to the defense attorney, satisfied. "Will the defendant rise, confront the jury, and reply to the verdicts?" the judge inquired.
Sorrow stood up, balancing on her wobbly legs.
As Judge Lee turned the courtroom over to the jury for consideration. "May the presiding foreperson read and state each charge?"
"Yes, your honor," the older juror said. She continued after clearing her throat. "With the State of Ar-kan-sas vs Eilean Sorrow Osbourne, we, the jury, find the defendant as follows after careful consideration of the evidence."
Her breathing was calm and deep.
"As for count one: Thomas F. Eckholt's premeditated first-degree murder. The jury concludes that the defendant is NOT GUILTY!"
When there was a sudden scream from the back of the courtroom the old Arkadelphia, Arkansas Judge turned. He sat up straighter. "Could you accompany that individual out of the courtroom, Bailiff?" he requested. "In court, I do not accept outbursts… ATH-HOES!"
The Judge gradually restored his focus to the jurors. "Please continue, granny!"
Tears welled up in Sorrow's eyes as she remained firm, fearfully anticipating the next charge.
"As for the second count: Second Degree Murder of Harry J. Alberts. We, the jury, deem the defendant to be entitled to the aforementioned benefits. "NOT GUILTY!"
The courtroom witnesses squirmed in their chairs but stayed mute.
"In count three, second Degree Murder of Reggy D. Galloway. We, the jury, deem the defendant to be entitled to the aforesaid. "NOT GUILTY!"
There was another little rearrangement.
"The jury finds the defendant NOT GUILTY in count four: First Degree Felony Murder of Peter B. North."
The most senior women in the jury suddenly started laughing.
Attorney Brockwell could feel Sorrow's heated sweat on her shaking palm as he clasped her hand. Tensions were at an all-time high as the foreperson proceeded.
Count five: Second Degree Homicide of one Kenneth K. Deserie. The jury concludes that the defendant is NOT GUILTY!"
Sorrow wept, tears streaming down her face.
"In count six, Second Degree Murder of Steven S. Kulb the defendant is found. "NOT GUILTY!"
Sorrow's arms trembled, and her legs shook. She was on the point of losing her mind.
"Count seven involves the destruction of government property. We, the jury, find the defendant… GUILTY AS CHARGED!"
As Sorrow wailed hysterically, a circle of defense team formed around the frail eighteen-year-old, like a cocoon surrounding its young. "THANK YOU, DEAREST JESUS! FOR SAVING… MY... THANK YOU!"
The war is over! It has finally come to an end!
That happened the summer before last. Before it all began, and the beast was let in.
It's time you found out the truth about what happened to Sorrow that unforgivable night.
Our heavenly spirits sent a faithful young battle-hardened angel warrior to complete a challenging assignment.
But what they discovered in that house later that night undoubtedly provided the evidence that everyone had been looking for.
Definitely illogical! Just a flashback from the past. Now it is too late.
"Trap deployed. The assignment complete. Pay backs a bitch… HUH?" The little platinum blond haired girl giggled as she closed the cover of her new Dizzy Dazzle personal journal.

to be continued:

(Picture #12 below shows Eilean Sorrow Osbourne)