The Dark Elves

It really never was about Mankind - as endearing as mortals are, they are but as the infant king - and do not know yet of their reach or their influence in the greater plan.

To possess the soul of a man is to take control of his spiritual aids (to some extent, though not entirely). The dark elves were obedient to a commanding force, separated from the mortal that they ordinarily walked through life beside.

Harnessed by a unique magnetism of the blood, a mutual key, the angelic elves were unquestioning, as their service was compelled now by Romulus and his dark intentions - they were not capable of reflection or conscious behaviour within this mortal sphere, or responsible for their deployment either.

Romulus, and others of the dark arts, do not care at all for human beings, they simply perceive them as a means to an end - to take possession of their spiritual powers by stealing their kindred beings with their mystical resources disenfranchised.

The dark elves driving the convoys, and those sitting atop guarding the pallets and the containers, had a mixed appearance of many tones, yet all had a shadow overall that denoted an absence of light - and, as though hypnotised, there was a deficit of divine thought or any recollection of a former self about them. They were well and truly enslaved to a stronger single mind now driving them all.

And being detached from the realm and the spirits they know and love, they were to be pitied and not decimated, Puck acknowledged to himself.

“This rescue is going to take more than I thought” Puck said to Goober packing up for the night …

-Gabriel Brunsdon, Finding Self - Second Guesses- Azlander Series

Problem in Australia

“Did you sink em?”

“Nup” Puck shrugged his shoulders as if he could shake the question off - it had been a tiring few days.

“Did you take them into the another world?”

“Nup again” here Puck looked over his shoulder as though someone might be around them listening in. Goober was excited because he loved guessing games. 

“Now, what would I have done with a fleet of six thousand, three hundred and thirty six ships?” he asked out loud.

“And the cargo, which is kindof more important…” 

“A two-part mystery … hmm, yes! I see now!”

“Okay you got me - tell up!”

“Firstly, all I did was make the lot invisible - the entire cavalcade - imperceptible, I should say. It works for a time. But if you studied the waters you would still see movement and channels from the engines. I saw no reason to deter their progress.”

Goober nodded. It made perfect sense. “And you wanted to convince the evil one you had taken them?” 

“Yes quite. But we will get to that later.” Puck continued: “Australia is the perfect place to hide such a cohort, and this is where I need help … Romulus himself is due to reach the mainland in a few hours.”

"You might not have thought this through to the end I’m guessing.”

“You could say that”, said Puck thoughtfully, distracted by his own questions … “but then, who knew?”

“And the evil one - who is it this time?” Goober appeared uncomfortable when he asked this. Suddenly he was awash with a panic attack. 

“Marsden - bloody Marsden is at it again - he came back.”

The elderly elf was genuinely bewildered. He had thought that this heartless man had been dealt with and was doing time somewhere in community service working as a gondolier. 

“You can’t make this stuff up!” he said in exasperation trying to take it all in. The worry of it was: how on earth are they to contain this demon if the very courts of Hades could not do it.” 

Meanwhile, there was the problem in Australia…

-Gabriel Brunsdon, Finding Self - Second Guesses- Azlander Series

Ships that Pass in the Night

As far as the eyes could see fleets of cargo ships and runway vessels crowded the Pacific Ocean’s thoroughfare. Thousands of newly forged warships accompanied the aquatic cluster.

And then, all at once, it was as though a Bermuda triangle had swallowed the entire cavalcade when it disappeared. Each and every one lost its radar signal and went dark, and once again the vast blanket of heaving seas lay empty.

However kept - whether whole or distilled - the cargo in each and every one of them was human. Australia offered the perfect land mass to store this mess of biology - for beneath its centre, concealed by the uninhabitable red desert, were ancient catacombs, vast and wide, that enveloped such huge underground spaces you could fill the entire state of Texas within their sprawling tunnels and still have room for beasts and men besides.

The ventilation there was masterful, providing oxygen and warmth, with solar light and power as well. Ghost gums shimmered above, rocks covered rocks, and boulders covered holes, holes that went to tunnels into dark and secured places, with city space covering city space; first created by the Atlantean pioneers of old.

A convoy of trucks lined the wharfs. Many were like steel trains having connecting parts where containers were hoisted onto their plates and stacked six deep, depending on their width.

The workers all went about their tasks in an eerie silence, save for a hypnotic humming of a uniform tune that came from the men wearing orange reflector vests and caps with the insignia of the company that owned them.

Puck had managed to bring the boats back into sight when they began docking, and after each were emptied he dematerialised the vessel and transported them one by one to a place that was safely far away and out of the control of their owner.

Romulus, he had discovered, had made a massive investment in these ships, vessels that doubled as mercenary naval assailants, and Puck had no intention of allowing him to make use of them again for this, or any other purpose again.

To the human eye the vehicles appeared ‘automated’, and many trucks were in a procession leading to and from the docks, nose to tail, for miles, trailing from the collection bay at port Darwin (ironically named) and then on their way into the underground Fort. There they were unloaded and refuelled, only to turn back and retrieve more cargo over a day later.

Puck stood keeping watch. He blended in wearing the usual country attire: a rabbit felt broad brim hat to shield the sun and a khaki shirt with sleeves rolled high - even at 6am the heat from the rocks was rising and the warmth was pervasive. He kept count as the vessels on the dock were decanted, and disassembled, and when each ship was out of the harbour he de-materialised its entire bulk - steel and all, and transported it far far away to a place that Romulus and the likes of Romulus could not get their hands on them again.

This process took an enormous concentration and after six days he just wanted to rest.

Of course it would have been far easier to sink the lot in the deepest parts of the ocean on their way to the port, but that would never do because even he could not have retrieved the passengers and their bloods once they had dispersed into the dark salt waters, drifting fathoms in every direction, contaminating the vital cells and what was left of their living connections. No, this had to be managed properly, and this time he had to keep strong until the very last vessel had been safely secured.

-Gabriel Brunsdon, Finding Self - Second Guesses- Azlander Series

Secret Collection

The garden hose was caught around Needle’s feet as he hurriedly leapt forward to contain its powerful spray … like a serpent spewing a hard and fast jet of high pressure water the wet nozzle had slipped his grasp and taken on a life of its own. 

The floor was made of malachite - a stone that Dwarves favoured for decorated patios and halls; and a combination of sprayed water with a grinding paste made from cumquat kernels and ground corundum kept the polish on it quite perfectly.

“It's a mystery and a delight just how nicely you keep this place,” said Tu admiringly. Eve was staring into a glass display case littered with dead insects pinned to a back-board. Some of them had rainbow wings and blue iridescent bodies. She thought she saw the leg move on one and heard a click-click from another. 

Eve still could not quite find her bearings having come down the invisible ladder into the house of a Dwarf whose name Puck said was ‘Pine-tara’ … but everyone else called ‘Needles’. "Must be because he sticks them through insects" she thought sourly. 

He also owned an extensive butterfly collection, which he liked to keep secretly upstairs. Many of the Fay eat insects and he was not going to take any chances with his special boxed sets.

The ladder had delivered them right into Needle’s own home. 

“Breakfast? Lunch? Supper anyone?” he asked obligingly. And then the bustling dwarf commenced to create a generous spread, just like he had for Eve all of those mornings when she had not seen him, or known of his affectionate dedication to serving her. 

-Gabriel Brunsdon, Finding Self - Second Guesses- Azlander Series

Jacob’s Ladder

Augustus Lunn

“All of us will have to take the ladder - it’s the only way open to us right now.”

Jacob’s Ladder was a thoroughfare, an older route for travelling into the Globe - usually avoided because the trip itself wasn’t at all speedy, and too often it could become very unreliable these days … the connection was still there between the heavenly spaces and the Earthly realm, however, the outcome could be random, and the landing a very bumpy one. Also it could only carry just a few at a time.

“We’ll just have to take our chances, it worked perfectly fine for me and Needles earlier” said Puck - and then: “Goober, how did you find it?”

“The ladder was more of a staircase with banisters of solid light forming a foaming water slide half way down, I didn’t mind it at all.” he replied thoughtfully.

It was really a marvel, with mother-of-pearl swirls of pooling pastel vapours that shone both sides - in the mortal landscape its end appears simply as a rainbow touching the ground.

“Stuff Hogwarts” said Eve out loud, a little surprised at herself after saying it. This came from her realising in an instant that real magic was way more impressive than anything she had ever read of in books. Real magic was powerfully beautiful. Her hopefulness had returned - and she felt so good, it was almost like being in love.

She was also relieved at the thought of leaving the subdued heavens, as the stench seemed to be getting thicker and the strange purple light had darkened to a muddy ominous puce. It looked like the horizon was bleeding.

Needles stood waiting behind her.

Jupiter faltered, leaving the others to go before him …

Looking up and back to Jupiter the group could see the scenery behind him was curdling into darkness. Tu gently tapped Eve on the shoulder, the goat nudged her forward and she quickly slipped and slid onto the pearly stairs with Needles following fast behind.

-Gabriel Brunsdon, Finding Self - Second Guesses- Azlander Series

Familiar Angels

Souls were beginning to encircle the globe: if you looked up high enough and had the spiritual eyes to see, they were there at cloud level, hovering in the spaces above, moving in and throughout the azure ethers. 

The angels drifted up there also alongside them, and much like a congested highway, all of the beings, self-lit and ethereal, remained in the upper channel; as each death could no longer proceed forth, for they were compelled to follow the bandwidth of the earthen realm, forced to remain up there, unable to go further.

Fortunately most of the men, women and children were so preoccupied when first leaving their lives they had not a care as yet, being swept up with a feeling of release and infinite expression, whelmed by the beauty and light of the unveiled realm: and now content to be able to see their own familiar angels who had been alongside their days and their nights: those beings of light perhaps once thought to be their intuition; these gentle companions, with a calming presence that were ever protecting them, come what may.


-Gabriel Brunsdon, Finding Self - Second Guesses- Azlander Series

 

Good Samaritan

A passing fisherman found Tindle prostrate in a bed of froth and broken shells. Fragments had cut his cheek and his blood trickled onto the sand.

The sea was fast approaching and would soon fill the inlet in a rush and a flurry. The good samaritan hurriedly fetched his woven net to place over Tindle, and secured him tightly - then, with the aid of a makeshift pulley he dragged the lifeless body all the way to a higher sandbank.

The sunlight was dwindling, and the foxes were prowling the beach. Not another soul was to be found.

“Aye, you are quite the weight son, and I can haul thee no farther” he said, almost out of breath speaking to the unconscious man. The night airs were circling them both. He collected up the bits and pieces of driftwood and bracken and built a little fire. He hummed to himself, and covered Tindle’s body.

The two slept soundly until morning.

-Gabriel Brunsdon, Finding Self - Second Guesses- Azlander Series

By the Light

Goober struck a match seemingly from nowhere. A blue light filled the space around him and in the centre of that light, the small gathering could see a vision of a young woman asleep on a chair. It was as if they were looking into a faraway window, or into the story of the little match girl where scenes would be revealed with the appearance of the flame. He seemed relieved. He had finally found Sylvia and she was safe.

“Goober should we be frightened? If those evil people can cause all of this, and the good are now on the run - does this mean we are all done for?” Eve nervously sought answers - perhaps he could light another match that would show them some kind of future.

“Evil is kind of stupid” he replied - “it’s a selfish stupid, and a stupid nonetheless. It literally chases its own tail and eventually creates a hole, and falls right into it. That’s all I can say on the subject after witnessing eons and eons of stupid.” he said out loud. Goober’s pale blue eyes looked sad. He looked worn out.

Eve now felt concerned for the old Elf.

“I think I want to go back” said Eve. “I miss my home. I just need something familiar … and a hot drink, and something to eat, something that I like.”

And then she added thoughtfully “and a place that smells better than this.” A different kind of reality had come to her. So many things had happened that she could not explain, or understand.

-Gabriel Brunsdon, Finding Self - Second Guesses- Azlander Series

Pack Your Things

Alex looked over to Puck, who, was once again emptying his boots of their contents - this time all over the mosaic tiling - he then gazed over to Mercedes, who was standing close to the lift, ready to take her chances as soon as the cleaners had finished mopping up.

“It was you” he said under his breath looking hard at her. And suddenly, very suddenly, his head hurt.

* * *

No sooner had the ‘apparition’ disappeared from the room, taking the small goat with it, Alex and Mercedes watched Romulus pacing again - they were both barely daring to breathe wondering what he would do next. They had witnessed unseemly magical events around him in the past - inexplicable and surprising manifestations - but this was something very different, for the man in the long coat was so real and unafraid, and the mess that he and the goat left behind was undeniably real. 

“Pack your things” Romulus shouted across the room addressing Alex who momentarily thought he was being told to leave. He had been waiting for this with mixed emotion but as it turned out Romulus meant for him to go with him.

“We leave on the 23.00 Silver Fox out of here.” Romulus liked to call his private get 'Silver Fox’ because the jet had been brought out of commercial retirement and repurposed.

Mercedes took her opportunity while the two were packing: when the lift doors opened and closed again she finally was inside it, making her way back down to earth, into the streets, never to return.

-Gabriel Brunsdon, Finding Self - Second Guesses- Azlander Series

The Eyes Have It

The magi and the magistrate became as one -
Silks and their weavers
merchants and their traders
all combined into one -
these made up the Lawyers robe,
pulled together with a single stitch,
embroidered with a common vernacular
to fill the bulging purse.

Aloft their station was the spectacle maker.
Fashioning ground glass, tooling the wire,
sight is a gift far beyond measure.
In the hierarchy of worldly wealth
the iridologist and his prescriptions
were well standing.

Again, the two became in twine -
hand in glove, lens with lens - tethered the two
more powerful than judiciary,
church, or governing mens.

Crusty cockles littered the sluice, the dark waters licked and slapped a tangle of seaweed and grit. Tindle paced the shore every morning half hoping the ‘messenger’ that came to him would appear again - however, he did not.

There was some movement in the half-light of the approaching dawn, but this was not at all whom he had been hoping for. It was his wife! As he came closer Tindle could see that she was naked, dancing around in circles, humming to herself as though she were a little child … unawares of any impropriety - completely without modesty or shame.

His wife had purchased a small shipload of whiskey from which she had tippled morning to night. The crates were all emptied now and their planks onsold to the carpenter, and the jugs were refurbished with vinegar.

“Put yer garments back on,” he shouted disapprovingly, rapidly approaching the rotund woman.

Although weathered by the rum, she still felt his disdain and yelled back “I have born ye babes, and I am worn. You would once tear my clothes from me, what offends thy eye these days old man?” she spat at him.

“I know not what you want from me wife. Do I not give you anything and everything you have asked for?” he replied, neglecting her question.

It was true. As the business had prospered her purse had always been full.

Tindle picked up a rock and threw it at her and it clipped the side of her cheek from behind. It went far harder than he had intended. She screamed in fright, and then with a rebound rage, took the jug she had been carrying and broke it onto a mound, then ran at him with the jagged porcelain.

Tindle lost his footing and fell sideways splitting his head on a rusted pike sticking out from the ribs of a wayward fisherman’s trawler.

She emptied his pockets before leaving him to the evening tides.

-Gabriel Brunsdon, Finding Self - Second Guesses- Azlander Series

An Apparition from the Past

Good and evil was not ever a true fight,
simply because there is only ever good.
Evil is never an equal opponent - not even close.
Materially evil is but a canker to be excised; discard it from that it would make putrid and give it no weight or undue measure.

Goat had followed. There was not one way of doing this, and unlike the comic books, evil could not be overcome by Puck using combat or attempting to match strength with simple sparring.

Puck had brought along with him some of the sea and saltwater, and the seaweed had soaked into the plush carpet. A few of the its beads exploded with the heat of the room and leaked further exuding a pungent smell.

To Alex’s wonderment the man that he had dreamt about was actually there now standing in the apartment, with a small goat hopping around beside him. He recognised him! What he did not know, and what he could not realise, is that Alex himself was Puck’s ticket into that room, into the vicinity of Romulus. It was he that had helped to make it happen, by the powers of association - one that went back in time to the beach of the diamond, to that inlet of Tindle, Dearth and Dingle, to now.

The goat did a hop and a jump and leapt forward onto the bed, landing into the middle of the piled sheets. He wiped his furry face into them, savouring the smell.

He then sprang onto the bed and left droppings upon the naked pillows; some more black beads littered the carpet - Romulus swiped at the small muscly creature with a stainless steel martini shaker. He missed. The goat simply urinated on it defiantly.

“You insult me you wretched farkin Pookhah” he hissed at Puck, who had said not a word since his arrival.

He was trying to recall if and when he had met the ‘great’ Romulus - this character was more than familiar. Alex, on the other hand, he knew well.

“I have your boats - it was I that pulled them from the water, and put them all into safety.” Puck said with a firm yet mocking tone.

“Piracy is an international crime” snarled Romulus, who awkwardly noted after saying this that Puck looked something like a medieval pirate, in the manner he was clothed.

“Piracy?” said Puck directly staring down the demon, “Piracy is stealing the blood from the innocent, and harvesting children, and containing their souls. Who now is the greater pirate?” He swore something in Elvish that was exceedingly disparaging, but untranslatable. Puck was in no mood to argue.

“What do you want for them?" an angry Romulus spat. He did not understand Puck’s curse, but caught its meaning well enough.

Meanwhile Mercedes unlocked the cupboard where the in-house phone was cradled, and pressed ‘0’ for housekeeping. It was the perfect time for her to escape when the the cleaners would leave … and with any luck Romulus would be too occupied to notice.

The lift bell pinged and out stepped four attendants with their trolleys and buckets, spray bottles and vacuum.

“I didn’t call for you” snapped Romulus blocking their entry and pressing the button to close the lift door.

“I did” Mercedes called and moving in front of him, “there’s water everywhere and it needs cleaning up before it stains the carpet - and it smells.” she added loudly. This bluff was her only chance.

“Very well” he consented, “and while you are at it call security will you?”


-Gabriel Brunsdon, Finding Self - Second Guesses- Azlander Series

Blood Money

As usual Romulus interrupted their lunch - he had an uncanny knack of creating disturbance, for it seemed that the minute Mercedes or Alex felt relaxed he would manifest enough chaos to upset them all over again, and this time it was with his explosive temper.

He started roaring complaints as though they were to blame, or had some ability to help him with whatever was going wrong - neither of which was ever possible. Mercedes had no idea what his beef was - or why the supply chain had faltered, and although Alex understood the general concept, what bothered him all the more was the anger that was still to come his way.

He had seen Romulus in such a mood many times, and it did not go well for him. He wondered if it was connected to the implant between his legs, because subsequently this man who had everything seemed to only get relief by having his rage culminating in the subjugation and pain of others.

Alex asked himself over and over why did he stay with Romulus? He even knew deep down there was only one way out of this relationship, if you could call it a relationship. And yet the attention Romulus gave him felt so special - even if it did cause grief along the way. Mercedes was more of a prop, he told himself, their engagement meant nothing - it was he, Alex, that Romulus really cared for.

Romulus was pacing like an animal as he shouted down into his phone. It was a newer model - one of the clear handsets that lit up from the inside. It could read your body temp and pulse as you held it, and Romulus’s phone was flashing a beating heart, which for any normal man would be a sign of grave danger.

“What do you mean the cargo was intercepted?” he snapped.

He was referring to a fleet of mobile blood banks. Blood was the new currency, more valuable and profitable than gold - it was his ‘pet’ project in a volatile economy. His team had been working with storing blood and blood products in cryogenic vats, capturing the life essence of the ‘donors’ indefinitely.

Word was, amongst his fellow oligarchs, that crypto and gold would not be able to get close to the value of blood in the next decade. And yes, human farms were on the agenda. Yes, it prolonged life and quality of life, however it was far more significant than generally guessed - it contained signature, spirit, and immortality. Screw interplanetary exploration! There was more than one way to dominate the universe! Or so he thought.

Alex had returned to his hot chips, satisfied that danger was not yet impending as Romulus was far too absorbed with his phone call for the time being.

He had not yet seen the uncanny apparition that appeared in the far corner of the apartment room from out of nowhere. The lift had not delivered him, and he had not accompanied Romulus inside the building - and yet there he was.

-Gabriel Brunsdon, Finding Self - Second Guesses- Azlander Series