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30 Cubed – The North Winds

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Post number 8 – 647 words give or take.

I have a bit of a twist tonight.  I had committed to blog for a friend of mine and to tell about a book of her’s that has just been released.  It is the second in a series and I love the story.  I asked her permission and instead of breaking away from my challenge, I chose to write a bit of fan fiction.  I hope you enjoy.

Long ago on the edge of remembered history, when men were learning to depend more upon their knowledge than their faith, the forces that gave birth to this strange creature saw that reason would one day reign. Unlike many tales that made this growth somehow evil, it was looked on as a coming of age for the species, a time to step out of superstition and fear and into a waiting universe of wondrous things to discover. A time when the avalanche of knowledge was but a trickle on the slopes of the human mind.

Yes, it was a very good thing if, and only if, the race could survive the transition. The ancients looked ahead to see the centuries of war, starvation, disease, and waste. They saw the evil in misapplied technology and misunderstood universal truths. They saw, and understood, that the process of growing could be the end of the race. So they pondered on ways to preserve the old knowledge while the new knowledge grew. Ways to catch the ear of those that would listen and guide them to preserve a path, to temper the knowledge with wisdom, to lead humanity to its potential. And so it was that the North Wind was born.

 

Meinolf was walking the moonlit shore hand in hand with the woman he had taken as his own. She was with child and for this one night only the two of them knew it. Meinolf was the village sage, his wife a healer. They had spent the day learning what they could about the sex of the child and something of his future. Through means now falling from favor, they had cast the lots to see something of the burdens and the joys they would face in raising him to manhood. They saw pain and great loss. But they also saw true wisdom and a heart well-tuned to the North Wind. This child, like his father before him, would be a leader. Meinolf and Sunngifu returned to the village and prepared for a day of feasting.

At his appointed time, Vilfred entered the world. He was a serious child, playing quietly in his own world and watching the creatures of the forest. Learning their ways and what their actions might tell him. He would often climb the cliffs near the village and listen for hours to hear songs of the North Wind. He knew there were changes coming about in his world. He had learned these things from one of the last wizards of Taikus, Kaempie. And he had listened, and watched.

One chill morning he sat on his perch and watched the pirate ships sail into the harbor of Menek. As always, he dreamed of one day setting these cousins of his free from both their dragon master and the pirates that plagued them. But the North Winds counselled patience. Whispering in his ear the constant refrain that “man cannot another man set free.” As he watched the ships being unloaded, he felt the change as the dragon far above him began to stir. Something was quite different this time. There was a new force in the North Lands. Vilfred stood and stretched. His time had come.

Little Shield so bold and bright
Bring the soldiers brave to fight
And their maidens singing songs
To cheer them, cheer them, cheer them on… (Dragon Shield)

 

NOTE: There you have it – the prelude to Ian’s Realm, a series of fantasy novels by Dianne Lynn Gardner. Written for young adults they are captivating at any age. As her main character, Ian, comes of age, a whole world learns the lessons of balancing faith with wisdom, the costs of freedom, and the greater cost of keeping it.

Dragon Shield and the tale of the wizard Meneka. Re-edited, re-mastered and re-released by Rara Avis, an imprint of PDMI Publsihing, LLC

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30 Cubed – The Child

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The young girl sat among the flowers in the field. A wispy spring breeze was blowing the scent of wild flowers through the meadow. Her mother sat nearby under a tree, with a book, untouched, in her lap. Humming some unknown tune, the child concentrated on the milkweed flower before her. On one droopy leaf the caterpillar patiently wound itself up into a tight and comfortable cocoon. As the afternoon wore on, the child continued to concentrate on the now apparently still chrysalis. Eventually, the late afternoon sun warmed the small meadow and the chrysalis became transparent.  A butterfly began to emerge. Just as the shadows began to lengthen, one lone monarch fluttered its wings and tested the wind. The child extended her hand and waited.

“It is not yet the season for the butterfly, Alice. The butterfly may be lonely.”

“I don’t think so, Mummy, I’ve asked it to stay with me.”

The butterfly still rested on the leaf, the child’s hand a few inches from its perch.

“Did you ask the butterfly to hurry, Alice?”

“Yes, Mummy, it told me how long before it would be a butterfly. That was too long, so I helped it hurry.”

Fluttering its wings the few times required, the butterfly landed on the girl’s hand.

“I’d like to go home now, Mummy, it will be cold soon.”

The mother stood, brushed off her clothes and gathered her things. She reached for the unoccupied hand of her daughter and together they walked toward the small cabin near the trees.

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That evening, sitting near the fire Janis spoke in low tones with her husband. They both knew that if the sleeping child chose, their conversation would be anything but private. It still seemed necessary for themselves, if not for her, that they have this conversation in presumed privacy.

“Alex, her control is increasing. At least her control of her abilities, if not her desire to use them.” Janis stared into the cooling cup of tea. “She doesn’t ask me anymore before she tries things. She just decides and then works on how to make it happen.”

Alex sighed and got up to look at the moon washed meadow. “We were warned. We were told that as time passed she would be less ours and so much more… whatever it is they become.” He turned to his wife, took a deep breath and asked, “Are you sure you want to stick to this plan? We don’t know how quickly she is going to progress, but she is already ahead of many in her age group. They warned us. Our combined IQ has given her a head start. She may be unmanageable within a few short months.”

“We’ve been over this, Alex. I’ll keep my child by my side as long as she will have me.” She put the now cold tea aside. “My observations may help us understand this transition more than all the laboratories on earth.” A butterfly flew into the room and landed on her hand, wings gently waving. Soon it took flight and winged its way through the open window. Janis watched it go and turned to see her daughter standing in her bedroom door.

“He wanted to be free, Mummy. And that is such an important thing.”

 

NOTE: I fell in love with Arthur C. Clarke’s Childhood’s End when I was really quite young. The story intrigued me and held me spellbound from beginning to end. I think I was still in grade school when I found it among my mother’s books. Perhaps that early influence is what gave me hope that one day our species would step beyond our childish ways and become something we seemed meant to be: contributing members of a vast and beautiful universe. Able to touch the stars and yet still understand the heart of our fellow beings – whatever shape they might take.

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