Going Back to Sherwood

Patrick Lynch

Feathers of snow had started drifting in, and the white sky was descending so much so that Jon-Jon was beginning to doubt where he was. It was getting difficult to see through the flutter.

In a brief snatch of anxiety the woods of the Hode had evaded his finding. Jon panicked. His disappointments had been so many throughout his time he expected now only failure.

Oh for the cradle of Isabelle!

Yet Jon need not have worried, for the clearing that he had departed through a time before, became apparent once again; and the small whistle in his pocket had swiftly guided him well. Straining to see what he could not see, he finally found Isabelle waiting for him.

“We have always a need for a good black-smithy” she said warmly, taking his hands in hers. “You may reside here with me as long as you wish, my dear Jon of Robertus.”

“But I bring nothing to thee” he said downcast.

“Nay, you bring me all anyone can, and the happiness and relief of your company.”

She looked steadily at him and continued: “I caution thee however - never invite black moods or dark thoughts into these woods, for such mischievous sprites are hazardous to our home here particularly.”

“I still have so much to learn my dear lady.”

“And learn it you shall.”

No snow was falling in the this special place. The air was sweet and the smell of summer was all about.

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

Etherial Lamp Post

Life here in the world was but an aphorism for life in the heavens - one of many - yet with a particular divinely distinct lens, a telescope that was definitive - life in the mortal world also brought contrast into the souls of the men and the women who strove to navigate its courses.

The lamplight was still burning bright in the hinterlands of Faerie.

“Here we are” said Puck to Tu, as they made their way to the solitary post. A memory stirred in Tu from his childhood … “Aww a lamp of the old world” he said admiringly.

“Some things never change” said Puck earnestly nodding, reminiscing about an old friend with hairy legs and balls to match. "He was a warrior of sorts, although you would have never guessed it … he overcame his timidity - and here we are.”

He read Tu’s thoughts - “you can always return back here boy, now you know the way in.”

“And” he continued, “we do have something extraordinary to achieve. Faerie is really more of an in-between place - even for its natives - it is the perfect repose … but of itself, it is but a sweet dream, going neither further nor back … a time to collect oneself perhaps. However, and I mean this wholeheartedly, we are desperately needed elsewhere.”

And then, with the help of the lighting of the etherial lamp post, they were instantly transported into the lesser heavens, where the goat and the company were eagerly waiting.

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

Symbiosis Dislocated

Puck plucked one of the invisible ‘eyes’ off from the wall. They were medallions that were attached like astral molluscs - suction-capped spying tools: occult surveillance that was particular to whom it went back to. He pried one off the wall above and put it into his side pocket. This would trace its way back to its owner. Just what he needed to find him.

“There’s nothing more here” he said to Pine-Needles who was steadfastly scrutinising every move Puck made.

Puck scanned Eve’s apartment one more time and then bent down and scooped up the elderly dwarf. Moments later they were in the enchanted land, just six feet away from the unsuspecting Tu who, had been conversing earnestly with a Ginseng about the doctrine of signatures.

The Ginseng stood as tall as himself, and moved his arms and hands emphatically; and as he talked little straw bits fell from his chin and bark from his fingers. He seemed impassioned with the subject, finishing his monologue with the words: “It takes one to know one”.

Tu caught the meaning of this and laughed out loud.

“I see what you mean my man, but of course!” This was something of a revelation - the interconnectivity of species and soul and the properties they can impart and share with one another. The wise Ginseng, alike to Tu, was a master of the esoteric wisdom. Their shorthand conversation to matters at hand perfectly suited one another, and hesitantly Puck had to interrupt them both just to get their attention.
 
Puck couldn’t help noticing that Mr Ginseng was mirroring Tu’s movement - or, that it was the other way around - and these two being in sync like this was appearing very much like a vaudeville show.

“Steady up boys - here you hold this” - he handed Mr Ginseng a golf ball that he ethered up from seemingly nowhere.

“Keep it in your hands and turn it around every minute or so” Puck instructed, and with something as simple as this the symbiosis dislocated, and the both of them calmed down.

Now he could get Tu’s attention, he smiled a warm smile saying:

“Worry beads will do the same”, Tu was familiar with working with beads, but still missed the reference. He had no idea of the connection he had been forming with the old root.

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

Mesmerised by the Mystery

Alex was a rigger working fourteen to twenty weeks at a time marooned on a multistorey platform island, salt rusted and mollusc encrusted, pumping oil both day and night - the plant never skipped a beat. 

And, partly because there was nowhere to go to, the men settled into their relentless routines stationed atop the thumping waves and vibrating motors, with the noise being so impossibly loud, it may has well have been a silent retreat for the little conversation it afforded.

It changes a man to live at sea for any length of time: they become other-worldly by instinct, after a while.

When Alex had first met Romulus he fell for him instantly. Superficially one might say the attraction was little more than desire, given the beauty of the man-demon; however, in truth, it was Alex becoming of this man. 

In essence most love affairs begin with the ineffable sense of the unknown to be known - the enchanted promise of anticipation and the expectation of something absolutely thrillingly wonderful to come. But as it turned out this experience of getting to know Romulus had become as dark and painful as the hidden character himself.

And yet Alex stayed with him, abused, and often screwed, he came when he was called, tortured by a sadist who had no real affection for him, or anyone else at all.

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

Plasmic Voyages

It wouldn’t be Faerie without the well, mused Tu, peering down into its depths, wondering now how the goat had fared.

Practically every story he had heard of that described this place had at one time or another featured a well, or a lake - as an open vein to what lives beneath.

“I’ll let you into a little secret” came a voice inside his head … “wherever you are, whatever place you are in, water is the transport into another world: spirits commute through the oceans … at the lake … in your very cup. For where life floweth, floweth all!”

Tu only caught but a glimmer of meaning in this, but enough to sense his plasmic voyages spurned by greater tides, accelerating pathways; highways of being, where multitudes course the currents together … If he closed his eyes he could see intersecting channels of beings on the move, propelled forward in lanes and cosmic veins of purpose, to places and planes beyond.

The well had spoken to him and delivered up its secret.

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

Yawning Black Hole

Sydney Sime

Alex stubbed his toe - it was going to be one of those days. A black gremlin had placed the rock right before his left foot as he laboured slowly jogging up the final incline.

“Bugger” he said audibly. The small monster snickered and attempted it a second time, however Alex caught sight of the creepy creature and caught it by its hair - raised it high into the air and slapped it on its fat black rear end, catapulting him onto the other side of the road.

Romulus looked pleased with himself as he watched the drama unfold from a distance … he always savoured cruelties both large and small with equal pleasure.

The Demon-wraith Romulus appeared human, however, all of his vital organs had been surgically replaced with other ‘parts’ that better suited his needs convivial to his sinister indwelling character - he needed his body to be cooperating and coinciding with his dark soul within. The new heart he had just acquired complied and tolerated the pure evil that motivated its irregular rhythm. All of his other organs complied too. It was a marvel that they tolerated one another, or could co-exist at all.

Romulus had even gone to the trouble of grooming these body parts before they had come to be his; tempting their previous owners into various forms of abject sinfulness. The ‘donor’s' freshly acquired depravities delivered to Romulus the perfect blend of life and death for him to then utilise.

Romulus drew his power from anything and everything outside of himself - and so it was that if you could see deeply within the spiritual aspect of this demon you would find nothing but a yawning black hole.

This is one reason it was particularly difficult for Puck or any other searcher to locate him - for technically there was no ‘him’ to locate.

And yet, there was still a will within this character to survive, as well as an inherent coldness to warmth, a cunning instead of reason, an antithesis to love, and an envy that found its only happiness in the demise of others because of a well polished and seething jealousy towards the universal good.

Alex knew Romulus well - or at least well enough to tremble at the very sight of him. Romulus pointed at his car door as he sat down into an elongated sedan with a chauffeur at the front partitioned by glass.

Alex hesitated, he felt like he was going to be sick.

Thin eyes, thin nose, pallid complexion, blue white skin - tight too tight, slim too slim, with a diamond earring, perfect teeth, he appeared around forty. Light on his feet, T-shirt and jeans and a Chanel scarf, jeans tapered to crocodile shoes, with matching man bag. This was Romulus’s current appearance.

With his hand pressing on the hollow of Alex’s back the chauffeur guided the worried man into the back of the waiting car. Alex caught his foot in the door and the fat black hobgoblin could be seen pushing the door, jamming it tighter.

Romulus surprisingly stepped out of the sedan, and tapped on the front window, leaning into the front window he said to the uniformed driver, “you know what to do … I’ll walk awhile.”

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

Seeing Things as They Are

Outlying the thorny reaches, troves of complacent burrows with grassy mounds of sweated dew and newly birthed foraging wildlife sang the morning’s incantation. “Sun’s up! Sun’s up!”

The creatures called to one another in admiration at this holy event “I saw it first!” a beetle exclaimed. The fox shook his head. “My sun!” he exclaimed jubilantly.

Jonathon had been awake before the dawn, practising his nail rounding in the half light - grinding tips and polishing heads - he kept a bag of these with him to take wherever he went as they were a quick sale to almost any farmer, builder or boatsman who needed them.

If the poor could afford just one nail, he would give them two for the same price, although usually he dispatched them in the dozens to those who could pay.

Seeing Tindle’s fat wife and stout children convinced Jon he must have been wrong about Zithia having being taken by his friend. He saw no purpose in confronting Tindle about it now, and his success made Jon feel all the more unworthy himself by comparison. A bag of nails was not much to show, although honest work it was, and he now felt too ashamed to exchange conversation about circumstances with him.

He also saw most clearly that while he had been untouched by time, Tindle’s world had been gathering its riches of experience.

Believing that Zithia had left him of her own will and was not taken, he said to himself: I shall return back to the forest to Isabelle … for want of another plan.

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

The Nakedness of Nothingness

It is surely a terrifying experience to stare into a mirror and not be able to see your face looking back. It happens to all of the earthbound spirits whose lonesomeness drives them into the physical world, wherein they have not yet a body to clothe themselves with.

This nakedness of nothingness is confronting to such a wanderer - and many seek physical occupation because of it - momentarily or prolonged - imposing themselves in the willing and unwilling bodies of both person and animal from time to time.

This is one mystery amongst many - yet it is embedded here to explain the experience of displacement, such as it can be for the incarnate traveller in this world … for when the portal of heaven dried over and the lake failed to receive and deliver the human souls, a curious occurrence happened upon the earth: the experience of such terrifying nothingness came upon the ordinary men and women who walked the world with their bodies still intact, even though they had their connection to them, and were still very much incarnate. Yet when they looked into the mirror they saw not themselves, they could not see anything.

It is a horror of horrors, a depression deeper and darker - for usually the spirit of a man has a wholesome harmonious and caring relationship with their body, that is both sacred and joyful. If you lose this feeling of connection, your anchor is lost also.

The deprived and depraved then became searching for means to incarnate - all in a vain effort, for the body is not just a composite of blood and bone, it is personal.

When Violet, Peter, Leticia and Bryan went to extraordinary lengths to corrupt and consume others, they themselves had long lost their own reflection in the mirror - to be able to find it - and now through the most terrible of inoculations this disconnect was descending into the minds of the world at large.

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

All Tragedy is Answered in the Heavens

Azlan speaks:

Tears are sacred - droplets upon the cheek are always mirrored by those, our angels.

Same it is with the fluid of the womb - tears from true sadness, a sadness that is pure, for all that cannot be changed, yet needs to be changed - this sadness reforms the world, as also the ethers above and below.

For mighty are the thoughts and wishes of men - and mightier still are the unrequited woes. Although it is little comfort to hear this my Son, tragedy, all tragedy, is answered in the Heavens, in the arms of death, to immediately console the suffering - whether inflicted from natural consequence - all pitiable consequence is refreshed and spent and made consolate in death.

Every honest soul is promised this: suffering no more.

For the only pain that continues on is with those who have inflicted themselves upon others.

Hell has no tears to save itself. Hell is the open wound of the soul who has no remorse.

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

Chip’n the Dale

Jon had the distinct feeling that he had lost most of his life to enchantment and otherworldliness.

His participation in the real world had been but a toe-dip compared to the spirit-world, and then later in the Faerie community of Sherwood Place.

His reluctance towards ordinary life was followed with some meaningful interludes with both spirit and fae - all the while his worldly life seemed to drift or die from him, breathless and wan.

And this was why the calling now to find Zithia persisted so strongly - even after all of this time - yes, he should confront Nathan and accuse him as was fit. Tindle was a disruptor who twice over had brought nothing but ill tides to Jon and soured his love for the world.

The coastal province had been renamed Chip’n the Dale by its Mayor and Chief proprietor: Nathanius Tindle.

Jon was dazed with the industry of the fryers - watching a stout woman who was wider than she was tall, bark orders to her ruddy offspring, and cursing the Celts who were replenishing the vats - silver scales on silver scales - the older boys trimming and scouring, slicing and filleting, then battering and frying.

Vapours of continental oil sweated their way from the cookery.

“Nathan’s not here” came the curt and hurried answer from his surly wife.

“If you please, where may I find him?” Jon asked, sampling a chip from the floor. One of the little ones had dropped it as they stumbled past.

“Don’t know, don’t care” came the curt reply.

“Fair enough dear woman” and as he turned to go, one of the depositing fishermen clipped his shoulder and motioned that they should meet outside.

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

Astral Faces

Armen Gasparian 

Puck had an uneasy feeling leaving Eve and Jupiter in the little Heaven, but in some instances he knew he could only work well on his own, and this time, time was not on their side for him to to do otherwise. The two now had Goober with them, and he trusted that between the three they could take care of the mumbling satanic four. All of the witches had conveyed their bleak biographies, but disappointingly no-one had really seemed to recall or know any important information, namely: how Romulus could be located.

And so Puck’s first port-of-call-portal was going back to Eve’s apartment house where he intended to search through Violet, Peter, Leticia and Bryan’s belongings for clues about the fiend Romulus.

* * *

Back in the real world, he had found that his golden Mercedes had been keyed - every panel was scratched with either a random occult symbol or a phallus deeply engraved in the sparkling enamel. The cartoons were the kind you see on subway walls drawn with a simplistic ball and stick design. Not wanting to attract attention to himself Puck glamoured the car to hide the damage - a short-term solution as this veil of cover would only last a few hours at best.

When he arrived he found Needles sitting out the front by the entrance, waiting for Eve’s return.

“Have you got five minutes Buddy?” said Puck gently to the forlorn Fae, who seemed to be in-absentia once again.

Pine-Needles adored Puck, and the endearment was becoming mutual. He stood up and instantly the small dwarf’s aura brightened.

“Lets take a look inside” said Puck … “we’ve got some exploring to do … and perhaps you could fill me in on what has happened here?”

Pine-Needles looked centuries younger in an instant. It had been a very long time since he had a friend that spoke kindly to him.

As they entered the building Puck could see a thousand faces or more of the demonic Romulus plastered here, there, and everywhere, up and down the entry walls. Astral signatures - similar to the medallions of old were fastened to the ceiling and floors and fixtures - and, all of these faces appeared ‘alive’, which seemed to imply there was a consciousness staring out from them - each and every one of them. Their eyes followed Puck and Needles, their noses twitched when they passed by.

The small dwarf did not seem to notice, and being an etheric soul it was quite likely that he could not perceive them at all.

“Lady Eve was with you when the white bear came through the door, and then you all disappeared.” He stopped talking, and a tear dropped from his eye. “Is she now dead?” he asked pathetically.

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

Cosmic Transit Lounge

Eve found herself surrounded by little children who had been waiting in a cosmic transit lounge to connect with their family members.

“Where do they go to?” she asked Goober turning to him to see him gazing above them intently.

Eve looked up too and saw high above her in the violet sky there were two ribbons of light orbiting one another. Their lines would entwine and intersect - and silvery sparks trailed from each, until a perfect and uniform helix formed, when all at once poof ! Fine points of light showered down to the horizon like the most exquisite fireworks.

“What was that?” she asked, quite amazed at the beauty of it all.

Puck did not like to say - but it was actually he and Jupiter thinking together: it's known as the dance of the lights where spirited minds come together culminating in a uni-sonic embrace so perfectly that this meeting energetically expires bright fragments all around.

“Just part of the landscape” said Puck humbly.

Jupiter looked over to him, still freshly invigorated by their meeting of minds. They both knew now what next was to be done.

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

Pick a Wife

Émile Vernet-Lecomte

It took less than a day for Zithia to leave the company of Tindle. He had been so hopeful about the two of them together, that he had read her all wrong: surmising that she would be amenable to his bed and care - and that as a heathen, she would welcome the protection and shelter and occupation he could offer.

However, in truth, she was terrified of him. Zithia’s mutism had become aggravated by the waves of nervousness that now possessed her - this panic poisoned her blood - and yet, amidst this confusion, she assayed just enough strength to dismount whilst they stalled at a busy feeding station.

This had not at all gone the way that Nathanius Tindle had imagined. He was too practical to see around any corners of possibility - seeing only ever what he wanted to see.

Rather than despairing, the would-be husband very quickly cut his losses, waited for the Lord’s day, and then went to the Cathedral to pick a wife from there. Three weeks later he was married and transporting his voluptuous woman back to the Fish and Chippery of Dearth and Dingle without a casual thought for the heathen he had left behind, who had nothing, and no one to protect her.

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

Just Peachy

“It goes like this: a peach is a peach, when it is a peach. But when its flesh has broken down and no longer cleaves to its kernel, it becomes something else.”

“So far I follow”: said Eve.

Jupiter nodded, the Goat said ‘Aye’ and Goober remained silent.

He continued: “It may smell like a peach, even though it no longer is a peach. And, at this point, its spirit has left it.”

Eve glanced left and right at her companions, looking for some conformation that the peach had a soul, or a spirit, or whatever.

“You do not have to take my word for it,” Puck interrupted himself - “How do you think it forms itself as a peach in the first place?”

“The ancients used to divide Life into two classes: animate and non-animate. That which is animated, moving, and that which is stationary, not moving - but you see that really didn’t mean much because even the non-anime have been known to have a life of their own.

“The real measure became: does the life have a soul or not? If a soul is present, there is to some extent, consciousness - there is a life within the life that is so divine that goes from the bottom to the top as it were, with an unbroken link to the cosmos - and seen or unseen, it is present in what you have before you. The soul makes all the difference as to the authenticity of that something you find before you - whether it be an object or a person, an animal or a fae - it is all about the soul - if there is no soul, it is nothing more than a ghoulish representation of what was, or what could have been.

“It could also be said that one does not desire to consume the soul of the peach, and so it is quite fitting that once you have eaten of the peach fruit for the soul to have already gone is not a bad thing that you have something a little different.

“Now added to this is something called corruption. Corruption is when the body of that thing has broken down, it becomes no more - it is dissipating, it is dissolving, because the soul is no longer there to keep the plan, the blueprint, going.

“The form has no intention of holding together as before, and although it can take a long or a little while, with corruption, it is the outer forces that enable the decay. The forces which in and of themselves are not in any way malevolent.

“The answer we are looking for is before us, within this lake - you see, this is the problem as I see it: this lake (which has been the very portal to the other worlds), has lost its soul. The soul has gone, and she, or what is left of her, is dying right before us.”


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

Dino Flaw

Harry Theaker

He stumbled, and then fell flat on his face - some of the dirt caught him in his eye, and his nose wept blood beneath him.

A dragon had severely cuffed the boy from the side, catching him by surprise and causing him to fall. There had been too many of these creatures multiplying: swarming both land and air, overtaking the World with their raucous hostilities and overbearing behaviours.

* * *

Everyone lied about the dinosaurs in the museums: to date they have misled us, or possibly they just do not know … but there you will find, in the corridors, or with loose bones collected - or assembled - remnants of dragons.

Yes, many of them breathed fire and flew the skies, dragons were everywhere, and now, hidden in plain sight: those which we now call dinosaurs.

Fossils, reptiles, serpents, exotic configurations, archived, displayed: a tangle of spine without the dressing, and, without the truth.

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

Well Well Well

“There’s a goat coming towards us … hard to tell under that sewer sludge, but I think it’s a goat.”

His curly hair was slathered in slick. He spat and stomped, and blinked rapidly.

“No luck then?” said Goober addressing the animal directly.

“Nup boss, couldn’t get him to go down the pipe - guess he’ll be stuck in Faerie then til you can get him out yurself.”

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

Co operation, Coercion & the Unexpected

There was a universal reason for mistakes ever occurring

- for mishaps and malady, for every time a piece to the puzzle went missing - or a face went unrecognised

- when there was not enough salt, or not enough sweet

- not enough matching numbers for the lottery sweep …

yes, there was a universal reason for all things disappointing, and, that very reason befuddled all but the ants: for the ants had a propriety, giving no time for mistake or misstep, a veritable army with a singular mind … one great group of determination, currently, hurriedly, pursuing their employment, to the exclusion of all else…

“I think I should stay here forever” Tu said, patting the head of a curly haired goat that had ambled his way up beside him. “Oh but you cannot stay here forever” replied the goat matter-of-factly. “You seem like a reasonable mortal, and so surely you can see that this place is not real.”

Tu had been watching the ants as they made their way up the path upon which he sat, in a uniform line of organised precision.

“Why don’t you take a drink from the well, you look so thirsty” offered the goat quite bluntly.

“Oh no my little friend, I have done this once before and I’m not partial to the water from this well.”

The goat began to dance a little jig, jumping into the air one foot here, and one foot there. “You are a merry little thing” said Tu quite convinced there was mischief in this folly.

“Why don’t you just look into the water and see what you might see?” persisted the goat with another unwanted suggestion.

“And have you trounce me from behind? I think not” said Tu politely but firmly.

“Very well” said the goat with a half tone of anger and authority.

“I have heard though” Goat added further “that there is gold at the bottom of that well.”

“Your gold does not interest me at all” said Tu quite honestly - as it was not treasures that could tempt him in any part of the universe, let alone fairy gold, which is said to dissolve in your pocket unexpectedly and be completely unreliable.

“Perhaps if I gnaw at your feet you might think differently” said the goat quite obstinately.

Tu thought that the goat wanted the gold for himself and could persuade him to get it for him. And with that said Tu briskly picked the creature up, and dumped him into the well head first.

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

They Cannot Recognise the Goodness in Others

“Once upon a time there were two dogs - Peter and Paul - who were brothers, and very close to one another …

“They would feed from the same bowl and sleep on the same bed, and generally were the best of companions you ever could find.

Over time age weathered them both, and Paul had become quite blind.

“Then there came the day when Paul lost his sense of smell, as well as his sight, and in a confused moment he could not discriminate his brother from any other, and in a moment of fear he lashed out and bit him hard. Reacting to this Peter bit him back, and a fight to the death ensued.

“In a manner of speaking” continued Puck thoughtfully, “this can happen with people - and does happen, all of the time, in my experience - that they become all the more angry all the more feeble that they - especially if they cannot recognise the goodness in others - will only see the enemy, to the detriment of both.”

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

Ring a Ring o' Rosary

Peter Paul Rubens

“It was a sprite called Gorgon!” babbled Violet.

“Gorgon? Do you say Gordon?”

“No - Gorgon, his name was Gorgon - and he came to collect the blood, and he took it to Romulus as was commanded,” at this point she gazed into space as though she was watching someone or something over the shoulder of Puck, that the rest of them could not see.

There was nothing about Violet that resembled a human being insomuch as the mud that was still caked over her gave her the appearance of a walking talking rock.

“How did you meet Romulus in the first place?” pressed Tweak.

“How is this relevant?” asked Puck, believing that they were getting off topic and into the woods of wasting time.

“We cannot judge this until we know” explained Tweak “because sometimes there are clues in beginnings - beginnings will teach us much of how things started, and therefore also of what they are made of.”

“Continue” he said to Violet, who was quite mesmerised by her surroundings and content to talk in ways that once she might not have before.

“When I was a young girl we used candlelight at night to see by … that is how old I am and if it wasn’t candlelight, it was an oil lamp light, in which there was also a flame.”

“The flame would dance in the dark and flicker with a random regularity and in the shadows that it cast across my little room I could often see a face watching me. I became so used to seeing this face I thought not much of it until one night some years later I was playing a game with my cousins … we had a Ouija board and we were trying to call the spirits of our recently departed sisters; for we had all lost someone with the sickness earlier that year.

“And it was on that night that I saw the face more clearly, and it spoke to me saying:

“Let me whisper in your ear when darkness falls and I will speak to thee.”

“Trust in My power above all else and I will give to thee.”

“And after that game on that night this is what happened when I was visited by Romulus who would come and tickle my in ear with promises - not as a husband would make - yet very much as a husband might do. For although he was invisible I could feel his touch upon my skin and he would pleasure me throughout the night and very soon I believed all that he would tell me, and do all he asked me to throughout the day.”

It was at this point of the conversation that Eve was feeling quite disgusted in hearing how a young girl was so easily taken over by this malevolent and controlling spirit, and she wanted to hear no more.

Whoever Romulus was he certainly had an influence over this girl's life one that brought her to her knees and infected her soul.

Jupiter interjected: “This Romulus was a hybrid of wolf and man. The wolf in him took over his soul long ago and it despises the humanity he wore in form only.”

“I thought that wolves were kindly creatures when studied” Eve pondered out loud.

“To its own kind perhaps, until it’s not.”

Oh so suddenly a memory washed over Eve and momentarily she reminisced of a young man who lay on the bare earth beside a wolf as large as himself, with the wood of Rosary hung down around its a spiky scruff.

“Ring a ring o' rosary a pocketful of Posey”, she said to herself whimsically realizing that the ring of Rosary with a prayer beads, was not some mortal welt.

Puck looked over to her and said reading her thoughts “This is an anomaly, yes, however Francis did live in close proximity to the wolves truly, yet he did not become as the same as them, it was they who became as he.”

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

Tweak

 Pieter Bruegel the Elder 

Tweak was famous in the Underworld (the genuine Underworld) for his stealth operations: interrupting the human intelligence surreptitiously. So little is known about the connections that parallel the Kingdoms of Dwarves and Human thought whereupon new ideas intersect frequently and develop together.

They also habituate this branch of Faerie, being literally the gardeners of cultivating concepts that flourish later into popular vernacular creating steadfast paradigms.

His qualifying accomplishments were of so many, that Puck did not doubt his expertise or ability. It was Goober’s idea to bring Tweak into the Little Heavens for his sage opinion on the perils at hand.

Tweak was wearing his usual royal blue suit, buttoned with gold, and trimmed with pearls. His long beard was twined and threaded with fresh vines, his grey eyes were stern, but not unkind.

Eve couldn’t help but think how cute the Dwarf appeared - who also could read her thoughts, and was not happy with her demeaning judgements. He ignored her stares and politely listened to Jupiter, Puck and Goober’s ideas about what had happened to the great Lake and what was to be done.

“I am essentially an idea’s fellow, you understand - and I do not have expertise in sewerage and its removal.” He frowned deeply as he said this.

Goober nodded in assent, then cut him off from adding anything further.

“Master Tweak, Governor of all ideas commodious, we need desperately your breadth of thinking - for as you can see, we have nothing - nothing to do but to watch this disaster grow with every moment.”

The zombie four started up their moaning again from the spot they were tied to - a willow tree - that was just far enough for them to be seen - but far away enough to be somewhat quieter.

“You know that is why the mouths are often sewn shut - to keep them from talking incessantly …"

Eve shuddered - what on Earth - did he just say? Tweak did not look so cute to her anymore.

“Well,” remarked Tweak thoughtfully - “contrarily, the very first thing to do is to hear what those four want to tell us. They may be able to shed light on this matter.”

“What if we allow it one at a time?” Puck added.

“Fine by me - go fetch the smallest and we will begin there.”

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