The Asylum for Delirious

Funeral Of Elsbeth Szyrenzki

2011-09-11T15:24:00.001+02:00

There in the park she sat so quiet they had said that she was. You could not look at her what had happened the week before. Her legs were in the lotus position and the eyes in the thin face looked down on the grass. I did not know if I should disturb her peace, but this peace was probably just an illusion. Her feelings for what happened then, when her life changed forever slumbered easily under the calm surface. My mother said that when the choke comes into effect is all the emotions out of play and they become unmanageable. When mother and I heard of the terrible news, we let the eyes' salty fluid to drain for a while. Shortly after the stunning attacked and left both of us speechless. The silence was broken when Shimon came into the kitchen. The news also made him vulnerable.

Nobody could really understand that Elsbeth, my parents' Elsbeth, Victoria's Elsbeth and my sister Elsbeth, was not here anymore. The nicest girl I've ever gotten to know just disappeared. The sister whom all deserved to have as their own. I felt like the world's fair was no longer there. Who would allow this terrible fate? Elsbeth was too young to go away. Annihilated by a person whose eyes were somewhere else than looking through the windshield. How could fate just create this? The driver decided after all to stop, according to police, his remorse was great. I understand him; to bear the burden of death must be really heavy.

My step toward the girl in the park was very cautious for my knowledge of her emotional state was very poor. During the quarter, I tried to gather the courage to convey my message in the park's edge, she had not moved at all. It was like her and a thousand pair of eyes had already seen me and understood my presence. The closer I got, the long hair seemed to cling tighter around the girl's face. The wind grabbed her hair and the closed eyes were exposed. Behind me were laughing children and the playfulness gave me new courage. Before long I was there at the fragile creature who sat on the grass. Her calm exterior was really weird, was she really alive? There was not much that could confirm that the girl was a living thing. Only the lotus position proved she was alive. I felt so rude if I would try to talk to her, what if it was just a doll!

"Excuse me ...," I said awkwardly, and only later realized how pushy I must have been. When the words uttered, I received no response from the girl. Now, I became even more concerned about my previous concerns. An attempt more, I would make I persuaded myself. Now it was the name that would be used, I decided. That should get the girl to react if there was a girl.

"Is it you who is Alexandra Kyonosamura?" I asked tentatively. First, I got no response, but then heard a friendly voice.

"Yes I am. Do I know you, sir?" Now I was really sweaty for even though his voice seemed to be right next to me I saw no lip movements from the girl. I tried to make my errand more quickly so that the girl would not discover my shock. She must have laughed at me inside at my failed attempts to hide the emotions.

"Y-you d-did know Elsbeth right?" I stammered out before I chose to sit down beside the girl. The answer I got was again in the friendly tone of voice, I was able to discern a slight upset undertone. Again there were no movements on the lips

"You're not crazy, stranger. It's just ventriloquism, nothing strange at all." Alexandra rose off one of her index fingers and did let it point to her own body. The finger slid down again and she continued the ventriloquism.

"To answer your question, yes, I knew her. Tell me what you want, my dear stranger. I will listen to what you have to say." She let her legs slip out of the lotus position and turned to me. Her slender hands took hold of my hand and embraced it. The until now so expressionless face smiled at me now, I noticed. The eyes, however, were still closed at least visibly. This girl was really weird!

"I am the brother of Elly and I went to see you at our parents' request. They wanted to announce that the funeral of Elly will be on Sunday next week. At three sharp. They want you to attend. It was all I had to say." Alexandra thanked for this information with a bow and said that of course she will participate. When I am about to get myself up the small hands still clasp my hand. Although the grip is weak, I understand what she wants.

"Please stay with me for a while. I can see that you can be here a while longer. Please?" Her eyes are open and also the mouth when it is said, but her voice is very dilute as she is about to fade away. I nod and sit down comfortably in the grass next to the girl. There we sat for at least three quarters of an hour. If you knew how surprised I am that my mind was able to keep me for so long. It was probably due to the feelings of calm Alexandra created in me when she talked about the beauty of nature. Of course it was through ventriloquism in case you thought otherwise. I chose to never ask why she preferred to speak in that way.

When the young Alexandra got up I did not know how much time had slipped by. I followed her example and only then I noticed how tiny she actually was. It was hard to believe that the girl in front of me was fourteen. It looked like she did not even have come into puberty, but I knew it, she must have done. Within the human being I've known in less than an hour there was a sadness that we both shared.

"I'll go now. Thanks so much for company, "she said absently, and then she threw herself around me in a tight hug. How would I react to this? I thought perplexed. I chose to answer the hug, of course not as hard. The little creature that had wrapped itself around me seemed to be as fragile as porcelain. She released me from her grip pushed something into my palm. Before my eyes could see what it was she gesticulated to me to bend down. At first I was hesitant and then did what she asked for.

"Please come to me little more than an hour before the funeral. Please, "she whispered in my ear in a very tentative fashion. When the girl said this, I was surprised to say the least. I wondered why I would come home to her. I was a grown man and she was just a girl barely into her teens. When I asked why it would be the girl whined pitifully and then answered the question.

"I just want to have someone with me who share the grief I carry inside." Again, I got the staring eyes she gave me when she asked me to sit down. An ambiguous answer, I thought, despite it, I let myself be convinced. Now got a cat-like smile from Alexandra and she hopped away. I looked down into the palm of my hand and there lay a piece of paper with phone numbers and an address. Alexandra's address!

The errand was done and I could go home. I could not let it go of what the girl had asked of me. When my steps wandered out of the park, it was a motorcycle next to the sidewalk. It was just a regular Harley Davidson, but then I saw who was sitting on it. The driver was a red-haired man I never way before. Behind him sat a little girl who waved at me. It was Alexandra! The man was definitely not her dad, I can promise. She apparently liked to be in adult male company, I thought while I lazily waved back. When she disappeared, I decided that I would not disappoint the curious girl.

It was almost half past one when I managed to find a free parking space in the fashionable district that Alexandra lived in. It seemed that too many eyes had been directed against me and my rusty old car. You have no idea how embarrassed I felt when I walked around there in the upper class estates. Also thought it was a strange area for a girl like Alexandra to stay. Too classy for the nature child Alexandra, at least she had given me that impression.

Quickly I found a house that was surrounded by a high hedge, and inside a huge garden. The digit on the mailbox proved that I had to come to the right. It was not a gate that prevented me from going into the garden so I started walking along the cobbled time. The clock struck exactly half past one when I rang the bell next door. When the door was opened the man who opened the door looked at me from head to toe. He did it twice before he asked what I wanted.

"I searched for Alexandra, she is at home?" I replied with blushing cheeks. The gray eyes showed a certain irritation, but then he muttered that the one I was looking for was sitting in the library. With his short finger he pointed to the left, and added that I would go upstairs immediately thereafter. I thanked for the information and started going after the man's instructions. When I arrived upstairs, I went through a mahogany door and saw that I was now in the library.

What a huge library, and the quantity of books that it contained! At a table near the window sat a person that could only be Alexandra. The girl pushed back her chair and came towards me. I was to say the least surprised when I saw what she was wearing today. It was a huge dress all in black that covered her entire body except for lower arms and head. All in all, it reminded more of a raven's feathering than anything created by human hands. Her hair was loose when I met Alexandra first time, but it was now in a strange styling, I cannot describe. The hairstyle was not in any case a playful style; it was rather very strict and gave a subdued appearance. The shoes were impossible to see because that the dress went down to the floor. The forearms and hands as the dress did not cover was not exposed, they had Alexandra covered with gloves made of opaque velvet, also in black. There could be no mistaking that this girl would be at the funeral.

"I'm so glad you came!" She said with relief rather than joy and hugged me. She got the hug back while I thought we hardly knew each other at all. Yet the girl behaved like she had known me for a long time. She asked me to sit down across from her at the table she was reading.

"What's your name anyway?" She asked after a while. I knew that question would come sooner or later, so I answered it.

"Roberto was the name. Nice dress by the way," I replied, regretting that I said that last one because she gave me a worried look. At first she said nothing, she just looked at me. Just before I could apologize for my pushiness, she began talking with her tender voice.

"You think so?" - She actually looked a little sad - "This is just something I did last year, found nothing better to wear for the occasion," she said modestly. I sat close to the tea she gave me in the wrong way. Had she really sewed that dress herself?!

"Excuse me, Alexandra. Do you really mean that you sewed what you wear on your own? It is really beautiful," I replied in surprise. The girl nodded shyly and said a thank you to answer. Without her noticing I glanced at the book she had in her hands. It was a rather small book, but the title was devastating to say the least. "The world view of the schizophrenic psyche" it said in red letters on the back. What a strange book for a girl like Alexandra, I thought, but refrained from comment. My fears that the girl was interested in me had almost disappeared when it showed up in my head again. It did not seem that she was because she just sat there with the book in one hand and a teacup in the other. Yet Alexandra treated me as someone who meant a lot to her. She was really strange, yet so friendly.

"Excuse me, but what do you want from me anyway? You seem to be both interested in me, and absent at the same time." Oh so Typical, I thought, to ask the girl like that abrupt was not so friendly. Instead of tears or other signs that she had been hurt, she began to laugh. It was an odd laugh, but it was not a forced laugh.

"Obviously, I'm curious about you, Roberto, but not in the way you think. It was a bit surprising that Elly's parents did not mention it," then she smiled quietly. Now I was even more puzzled what did she mean with "it" and "curious but not what you think." I thought I might as well ask now that she seemed to be in a good mood.

"Now I do not understand what you mean. Can you explain?" Alexandra continued to smile and took a sip of tea.

"I am lesbian," she said without hesitation. I must have looked ridiculous to say the least when the girl said it and she went on.

"Elly was my girlfriend. During my farewell to Elly, I wanted to talk to someone who actually understands my grief. Then I just wanted to know more about you because I do not know you so well. Come on, do not look like you stuck your fingers in the cookie jar, you have not done anything wrong. "

"Okay then. Sorry, I feel so silly that I'd think you were in love with me. I'm so sorry, "I replied piteously. In reply, the girl said that she was not ashamed of her homosexuality; the misunderstanding was only funny in her eyes, and absolutely nothing to dwell on. Naturally, I felt pretty happy when we had it sorted out. My concern was that vanished with the wind and it was apparent on Alexandra. Shortly after she let her eyes drift down on an old watch that was sitting on the narrow wrist. If it were not for the white clock face, it would probably not be noticed. When she looked up again she said that we should take us to the funeral. It was already twenty past two and it would take a while to go to the place of burial. I agreed with what she said and waited for her to stand up. Now the girl took something large from the table that turned out to be a strange hat, a hat that only strengthened her resemblance to an overgrown raven. It was, after all beautiful and I had learned not to be surprised by this girl's taste.

When we started walking down the stairs, I asked if had made even the hat itself. Yes, she had done most garments she owned she had madeherself. It was not just a fun hobby but also something constructive. By now had arrived at my car and we were able to get to the funeral.

"I think I like you. You seem to understand that homosexuality is not something strange or wrong. It's not all who does that," said Alexandra quite spontaneously when we sat in the car. The opinion came a bit suddenly, so I did not know what she wanted as answer.

"H-how could you see that?" I asked. Again, a tricky smile on her lips.

"I see it on your body language. After all the harassment by homophobes, it is easy to see what attitude people have toward people like me." I do not know if it was actually a good thing, considering how she got the experience. I could not help but get angry at people who hurt the most innocent girl, Alexandra. However, I said nothing and she did not want to have an answer either.

Quarter to three, we arrived at the crematorium. I knew that in the porch to the crematorium next to my relatives were already waiting. On the other hand was very sceptical that any of Alexandra's friends were there. When I stepped out and began to help the girl out of the car I saw a glimpse of her shoes. Do not misunderstand me now, I am not perverse, this girl just fascinated me a lot. There were a couple of ballet shoes that framed black opaque tights. I had thought about it before, but now it became really apparent. Alexandra appeared as the chastity personified. In addition to the hair that was stuck in the back only the face was exposed of her body. The dress that seemed tight in some places did not serve to highlight some features in addition to the almost morbidly skinny body. I do not think Alexandra was proud to be so thin; it was just as she looked.

We went into the porch and got a warm welcome from my relatives. Mother and Father were of course happy to see me again, they were also unusually happy when they met Alexandra. Unusual in the way that I never experienced when they met her before. They treated her like a daughter or a very dear cousin of mine, and Elsbeth.

"Oh, Alexandra! We knew you would come, "cried father and lifted the little girl in the air and then hugged her. No one commented on her dress and all seemed well aware of her. My grandmother walked around the porch and handed out the lilies to all who had gathered, the lilies were according grandmother a symbol of how death was an inevitable part of life. She had explained when Mieszco, my grandfather, was buried in Gdansk. Elsbeth's funeral was certainly not Catholic, but it was still a nice gesture.

After we had our lilies, we went on a two-step through the park and walked into the small crematorium. The building was not a religious site; it had been made so that anyone regardless of religious confession could feel at home. A bit like a church, it was after all with the parallel rows of benches and podium up front. In the middle of the podium was a white coffin, Elsbeth coffin, around it were flowers in large vases placed. Beside the low three black guitars I did not really understand the use of. Everyone except my father sat down. There, right in front of the coffin he stood and made his introductory speech. That we all liked Elsbeth in any way and that she will always be missed and now we would listen to anything that would make her remembered.

My father stepped down from the podium and gave way to Alexandra and two of my cousins. The troika took hold in separate guitars and sat down on podium floor. It was silent for a few minutes and then it started! The instruments sounds flowed out of the stone building like a tidal wave with their hypnotic harmonies and powerful drones. I had never before had I heard anything like it and it seemed that Alexandra orchestrated the whole thing. The piece was played in a quarter, but there was no one who was bored of the very emotional performance. The musicians stepped down from the podium and the next phase could begin.

My parents had decided that anyone who wanted could get a hold acceptance speech to Elsbeth. There required not be longer than ten minutes, however. Not surprisingly, most had something to say. After me it was my newfound friend Alexandra's turn. With the usual neat little steps she stepped to the podium. There, she got the microphone from me because I saw at once that she would not reach the pulpit. The girl cleared her throat and then let the words run.

"Beloved Elsbeth, you came to me one time when I did not know where I belonged. The school was full of people who did not understand me and made me a laughing stock. At home I was not secure either; even those who should be trusted revealed their deceit. The only refuge was to hide for anyone who did not understand. It did not solve everything so even then I was not safe. Then did you came like a saving soul and gave me hope and courage. Almost only you understood me, and so it is especially difficult for you to leave us all too soon. You will always ..., "Alexandra stopped worryingly, soon after began at first small glistening drops appeared on her cheeks. Then the tears began to pour from the blue-green eyes.

"It's not fair!" Alexandra groaned and fell sideways on the floor. The entire congregation gasped in horror, I and Nathan ran to the spot where the girl fell. We got her up so she was sitting. The tears flowed and she still seemed quite broken.

"Why should the two I have treasured the most, disappear like this?" She sobbed out, and then she stopped talking. I help her to get to the benches and when she had calmed down somewhat the next speaker took over and the funeral was in a quarter to its end. One thing was certainly sure at this point. Our lives would be changed forever.

Terra Somnia

2011-08-04T22:53:00.002+02:00

Just a story I written based on H P Lovecrafts Dream Cycle but it doesn't take place in the Dreamlands. Dream Cycle was just the inspiration

In the dream, Patrick Minoth wandered on meadows with flowering plants. The wind was blowing freshly and an unusually real fragrance spread. Just when a hill was revealed the ground was torn up in front of Patrick who fell backwards by the blast. There has just been poppies was a stellar vault now seen with brightly lit objects in the background. An uncomfortable murmuring was heard from the mouth looking crack in the ground. Without explanation nor own influence Patrick was dragged into the "mouth" and began the descent through the blackness.

Strange bubbles and shining thins in something bizarre shapes floated past him in a fast pace when he fell through the darkness. Barely noticeable a melodic and monotonous flute was heard echoing somewhere below. Although the trip went very fast downward the flute sound seemed not to become stronger nor weaker. Of the strange visions Patrick became frightened and tried to close his eyes, but his eyes did not shut.
The unpleasant journey through time and space came to a sudden end and the young man landed on a hard surface with his knees and palms. When he looked around he noticed that there was a bright red cliff he had landed on and only a few feet away from him chuckled waves from a huge ocean of which you could not see the other side. Not far out the waves broke in unusually small geese. The rock was not tall and Patrick was very thirsty
"But how can I be that when I dream?" Patrick said to himself.
Without thinking about it, he went to the sea and stretched out his hands, but stopped suddenly.
"Sea water's dangerous to drink, so should I really?" Patrick spoke again to himself but could not know why. When he put his hands into the water, he saw something strange, his submerged palms were harder to see than usual and the water seemed to be colored. To confirm Patrick rose up his hands. Then he saw to his horror that the water, if it was water, was dark purple and he threw the liquid away from himself.
Without explanation, Patrick looked into the sky and saw that it was also purple, but lighter to the shade, but the clouds were white. Far up there, he also saw a strange creature. The body of the creature was snake-like; however the head resembled a more bird of prey than a snake. On the body a pair of bat wings was fixed near the head. Around the middle of the body was a larger pair of wings of the same kind. Patrick was quite confused and wondered what kind of place he had ended up on. Thirst grabbed him again and he did not care if the liquid was dangerous and lifted a handful of it. Surprisingly the taste he got in his mouth was fresh water and he drank until the thirst was slaked.

Now, Patrick decided to take a closer look at the place that he had ended up on. In the sea nothing was visible except the waves breaking, in the opposite direction a rocky steppe with not much vegetation spread out. In the distance something was moving up a mountain. To see what it was very difficult because of the great distance. Patrick did not want to think about what it could be either. In the other directions the low cliff continued to follow the beach and far into the distance was something towering over the remainder of the surroundings. It could be both rocks and buildings, but Patrick decided to stride toward them. There was not much to choose from and better try to get an explanation than just sit here. The road toward the buildings was not so demanding and Patrick went with quick steps along the shore.
After a quarter of walking, he discovered a strange forest to the right of himself. It was still trees that the forest consisted of, although it was still very strange. The trees were an absurd mixture of palm and pine, and they were covered with birch bark. Like a strange pattern many colorful flowers coiled around the thick and tall trees. Most of the forest consisted of these remarkable trees. It was on the other hand living quarters for other absurd creations. The trees were very dense and the whole forest looked difficult to wander in. For a few minutes he stood and watched the forest before he started to walk again. Little knowing the absurdities had just begun.

The forest continued along the path Patrick had chosen. Slowly but surely, a field of flowers similar to those of the trees in the forest began billow up right in front of him. Unlike in the forest flowers sat on the high stalks that stood up to his chest. Without the ability to move around the field, Patrick chose to walk straight through, even if he was afraid to meet any strange. As he walked, he looked around him constantly to be on the safe side. The grass rustled around him even though he tried to go as quietly as possible. After a while, he heard rustling and cracking to the left of him and he stops right in his step. Who or what? he thought, and began to go even more careful, he chose to walk away from the source of the sound. However his curiosity led him not as far as he should go.
The cracking became clearer the more Patrick chose to go and suddenly he saw something strange in front of him. Fear took hold of him, paralyzed him and only his eyes could move. Right in front of him stood a kangaroo-like creature, with shorter legs and head lowerd down to the ground where it works of the greenery. The teeth located in the gap reminded of a pig's and the kangaroo head is unusually lowered. Between the huge ears, A bone plate was seen which went down over the spot where the eyes would have been. The creature appears to be peaceful, but what is it? The kangaroo creature chewed on and apparently had not seen him yet, gently, gently, he went toward it.

Then suddenly he struck one foot with a dull bang into a root. Patrick swore quietly, but the creature looked up with its head lacking visible eyes straight on him. The fear returned as a left uppercut in the chest and he flew back of the imaginary hit. He hit the grass with his back first. The invisible eyes was watching him for a few seconds before the owner of the gaze ran quickly toward the forest through all the flowers and grass.
All of a sudden the ground started to shake loudly and a whole flock of kangaroo creatures ran through the grass. A number of them accidentally trampled him to the ground when they ran into the woods. When the last of the creatures disappeared Patrick managed to get back on his feet after having been nearly trampled to death. He decided, despite his injuries to proceed against the rocks he saw from the beach. The tall grass was with him for a long time, but no strange creatures appeared after the kangaroo-like animals had fled.
Is there anyone here or is this all so fuzzy? "He thought to himself. Xavier and Constantine and the other at home probably would not believe a word if I told about it. Is this even real or am I dreaming?
The young man thought a lot while he was trying to make headway through the tall grass and then when he got himself out of it. After he was out, he was greeted by the red barren rock, which he knew well by now. Now, on the other hand, he saw more than just the outlines of the "buildings". It turned out that the buildings were carved directly out of the black rock with no doors or windows. Rather, they had irregular openings in the rock. In the water nearby the rock buildings, he saw a sturdy pier with a number of yachts anchored at that. The sailing boats were very bizarre with their roughly hewn masts, black wood and strange figureheads. He ignored them for the time being and started walking towards the main house with firm steps, when he heard a high-pitched, but still clearly masculine voice.
"Do not go there! It's very dangerous there, "muttered the voice, the voice got Patrick to spin around on his feet when he heard her voice. In vain hopes to find the voice owner, he began turning around and around with a confused glance, but no one seemed to be around. In despair he cried out loud in the air:
"Who are you?" Quickly the sarcastic reply came that the speaker had to give, even though it didn't satisfy Patrick.
"Lower your voice! Who I am is unimportant for the moment, just go to the woods and I give you further instructions. Unless ... unless you want to be grilled human in the Seafarer way of course." The voice cut off abruptly and Patrick had been left shocked and with the heart in his throat. I hope to get answers, he chose to speak again.
"What do you mean grilled human?"
Silence. He chose to obey the advice of the unknown speaker, although he did not wholly understand the meaning of it.
The forest was once again looming, and soon he was standing in the edge of the forest. For some minutes nothing happened and the only sound was bird-like noises. Then as suddenly as before the strange voice began to speak again.
"Oops, excuse me; I did not notice that you came. Okay, then we will do like this, go straight into the woods until you see a tree with bark. Do not worry I'll explain some when you get there". Without further hesitation he followed the advisors advice and went straight into the woods. Within minutes Patrick find the only tree in the forest which seems to consist of just bark. The tree was significantly taller than the surrounding trees, around its thick stem ran two parallel grooves next to each other in spirals up to the crown. The voice came within seconds and began to speak in its usually slightly morose tone.

"Welcome my friend, to my dwelling place; soon we can talk in person. It will certainly be a pleasure to talk with a human again. It was probably 150 years since the last time a human came here. If I remember correctly usually you do develop a lot. So there is probably very much new in your world to talk about. See my dwelling as your home also. Then perhaps I can deal with your impulsiveness. Not to walk straight into Seafarers, for example. Do not worry I did not mean that you should take it personally. All of you pokes around in the dirt in and out of season. It belongs to your nature I guess. Well climb on! I'll call down the stairs." Patrick did not understand what the voice said. What did he mean "one human" and "call down the stairs?" In a few seconds a reply to Patrick's concerns regarding the stairs arrived.
The grooves that ran parallel with each other a broad piece of bark burst out. On the inside of the piece was steps carved out and it exposed the tree's insides that turned out to be crammed with boxes and big tins. What they did contain was impossible to see so Patrick started walking up the stairs pretty quickly. With the stern as handrail he slowly climbed the big tree. When he had nearly been around the last bend the familiar voice was heard again.
"Here we have my hero, my hero without a name. But not much longer will our name be unknown. With tea and cakes, we will get to know each other and become friends." Patrick had now rounded the last turn. He got a huge shock when he saw who had spoken to him all along.

At the top of the stairs was a squirrel with clearly human features looking at him. On top of it all the squirrel had clothes and glasses on the tip of the nose. Fur-like sideburns ran down the cheeks of the squirrel and continued downward. The whiskers ended in the same height as the chin on the human-like face. The length of the squirrel was not much higher than the 10-year-old boy. It looks like a librarian Boyle back home in Cambridge, thought Patrick. The only difference was that this creature smiled very warmly when it saw Patrick. Behind the Boyle-squirrel was a tree house that could be located in rural areas in any Western European country. To the right was a simple but rustic balcony with a round table for two. On the buffet table was a typical English tea party. Only thing missing was a tea pot or associated cap.
"Welcome, welcome my friend! I have just begun making some tea; soon we will have a wonderful tea party together. There's so lonely here, often the tea is drank without company. But now you came and gave me a visit. I hope you like tea and scones for that's all there is." Squirrel really shone up when he said this, not a shred of the previously sullen voice was there now. His voice was as soft as a shortbread that melts in your mouth. He stretched out his arms when Patrick was just some inches away from him. The squirrel seemed to behave as Patrick was a grandson to him whom came for a visit.
"Let me embrace you, old boy!" Said the squirrel very enthusiastic and hugged Patrick. A short while after the embrace a whistle was heard and the squirrel ran into the house. He saw that Patrick looked confused at him when it turned out that he had ran into a simple kitchen. There he raised a green can from the stove and took out a cap with floral embroidery on.
"Sit down. Sit down, by all means, the tea will arrive shortly," he said invitingly.
The table that Patrick was asked to sit at was very strange. One of the chairs was in Patrick's own height, while the table and the other chair seemed to be more in tune with the squirrel's height. When he settled down on the chair that suited him squirrel came up with the teapot. He poured tea into his own and Patrick's cup before he put down the pot on the table. Then he put the cap on the pot and at the same time the chair and table increased in height. Thus the guest and host sat at the same height and accessories as well. That it would only be scones turned out to be wrong. The whole table was full of bread and cakes in all its forms on silver platters. This fine buffet reminded Patrick of his visits to Constantine's grandparents. They made the finest tea parties across the Midlands, if not all of England. The squirrel saw that Patrick was watching the cakes with delight which the squirrel answered with a harmonious smile.
"So, now we can start talking properly. But I think we should introduce ourselves to each other first," said the squirrel mildly. Patrick nodded in agreement and was prepared to tell his name. The squirrel held up his paw and said
"No, I'm starting. I am the host. My name Salitarius Renquil, but you can call me 'Grandpa Squirrel" it is easier, Salitarius smiled and gave Patrick a knowing glance. Patrick knew it was his turn to introduce himself.
"My name is Patrick Minoth from Cambridge. Friends who know me, however, call me Crick or Cat, but Patrick also works well." The squirrel looked at him with a little smile again and started talking cheerfully.
"Oh, an Englishman! It is almost always you who come by here. Wondering why?" Salitarius stopped to think for a moment. Just one minute later he looked up from his cup with his index finger lifted.
"Now I know. You know the smell of tea in many Miles distance, eh? "He laughed heartily and Patrick joined in the laughter. Despite the joke about was about English people, it was really fun.
"For the matter," said Salitarius seriously and ended his laugh abruptly. "What makes a human out here in the wilderness? You tend to keep your course at the West Coast, not this far east. Robbers kidnapped you and dropped you at sea?" Patrick was quite confused by what the squirrel said. He did not even know where he had came.
"I'm sorry to interrupt, but I do not understand what you're talking about," he said somewhat desperately. Salitarius looked first at him with surprise.
"What do you mean? You do not know where you are?" Said the Squirrel. Patrick nodded gently and the squirrel continued.
"Are you saying at all or just this location?" What does he mean by that? Patrick thought puzzled. However, he chose to talk about what happened before the absurdities began.
"The last thing I remember was that I had gone to sleep. Suddenly I fell through what looked like space. Finally, I landed on the orange rock you found me almost an hour later." With his hand-like paw Salitarius signaled that he had heard enough. Patrick could hear him muttering "strange, very strange" crouching over the cup. The deep consideration didn't last long before the squirrel took a piece of a cake from one of the plates, and filled his cup.
"I understand ...," he said, still somewhat perplexed. "Then I explain it from scratch. If you allow?" Salitarius said politely. His guest was so confused that he just nodded.
"Good! You are what you people call Terra Somnia, which could be described as a world only accessible through your dreams. Usually you come here voluntarily to a way of escapism. It rarely creates problems for you, for here the time goes much quicker. About an 8 day stay here is the average night's sleep for your people's part. So a little more than eight hours. Almost everything that you see here goes against laws of nature in your world. A squirrel that drinks tea and have clothes on, for example," said Salitarius and raised his cup. He held out the cup as close to Patrick his arms could reach, as if to propose a toast. Patrick raised his cup and almost hit Salitarius cup with it. Then took they sip from each other's cups and then put them down.
"So it is most common that you come here freely. All, on the other hand who wish to come here does not enter. Everyone who wants to get to Terra Somnia tested for a small tribunal. Is it worthy to be sent down to Sylviana and may play as best you want until you wake up. To end up here involuntarily is almost impossible. That is why I am so surprised when you say you just happened to be here." There was so much confusing information, so Patrick just sat and watched with glassy eyes. When Salitarius drew attention to this silence he asked a question quietly:
"Is it too much, should I quit?" The squirrel was right; it was too much at once. But he really wanted to hear what would come next. With his cup in shaking hands Patrick said incoherently:
"Please continue until you are finished." His host looked confused at him as Patrick continued.
"It is very interesting. I want to tell you finish what you wanted to say, then I need to rest. "Salitarius nodded in understanding and started talking again, slower this time.

"As you wish, my friend. I can talk briefly about the problem for your people here and Seafarers you were about to meet", said Salitarius.
"It has happened to you people take large doses of sedatives to be here longer for periods. Some of you have come up with it, but some have failed. It has led to that you some of you have had a long dreamless sleep that lasts several days. In your world you end up in unexplained coma. It has also happened that you are stuck here without being able to wake up. Why it happens, I cannot answer. Enough of that! Now I will explain the Seafarers as well as I can." The squirrel reached for the teapot, which happened to fall outside the scope of the hand. Patrick understood and poured tea in Salitarius cup. The old man nodded as a sign of gratitude. With tea in the cup, he could return to its history.
"Thank you. To know what Seafarers is very necessary so listen carefully. They can be described as pirates who plunder and just make a mess of everything. They do not hesitate from killing and eating up people such as you. It was what I meant with grilled humans. Antromonfs as I eat they do not eat. But they would certainly have killed me. On some way or another. The cliffs you could see with the ships were a famous Seafarers Nest. Treading that area is endangering the lives of everyone and everything. Even a people known as The Faceless are wary of Seafarers. The Faceless is otherwise very brave. A friend of mine lived with one of their chiefs a time. He was fascinated by their fearlessness. Anyway, of all with morale and the courage who tried to stop their rampage has failed. I think there we antromonfs and your people are the only ones that have tried. Well I think that's enough for today. You look very tired, Patrick," said the old squirrel. Patrick was very surprised for the first time Salitarius had spoken his name. The guest and host stood up shortly after finishing the story and the student let himself be led toward a bed. At first, the size of it was that of the owner and then as the chair and table it adjusted to adjust to Patrick. By aid of the host Patrick bedded himself up in the bed. He fell asleep immediately.

His sleep became dreamless or at least visibly dreamless. Only thing visible was a black nothing. Far, far away he heard a familiar voice. Patrick could not hear what it said and what made it familiar. As it crept closer. He could hear what the voice were trying to say.
"Crick! Crick, you have to wake up!" It Shouted excited. When it did not get the answers began to cry again:
"Patrick wake up! Please, Patrick is not funny anymore!" The blackness had vanished by now and blurred contours began to be revealed. The realization that there was a face that was looking down on him, Patrick tried wake up himself. In a short time all the vision cleared and he saw a young man with a ponytail and blue eyes watching him.
"Con ... Constantine?" Patrick stammered. Constantine looked a little gruffly at him and seemed completely surprised by the question.
"Yes, of course it's me," he said sharply. "Get up now. We are in a hurry!" Constantine threw a small pile clothing to his friend in the bed.
"You have no idea what weird dream I had just ..." said Patrick half asleep while he put on his clothes. His friend looked at him with both curiosity and irritation. The irritation can I enter now, curiosity we take for lunch, thought Constantine.
"I think certainly so, Crick. Hurry up now, Xav is already waiting outside. Wouldn't be so nice if we'll be late, don't you think?" Patrick nodded and put on his belt. Constantine saw that Patrick was ready and the two tramped out. Out in the hall they were met by an equally old with a walrus mustache, but otherwise he was quite southern European.
"He took time, our friend," said Xavier cheerfully and looked at Patrick.
"I know, but now we do not have time to stand and discuss it." said the other one of Patrick's friends The next minute all three rushed out through the corridor and off to the lecture halls hastily. Left in the corridor floor was a small plate depicting a squirrel with sideburns Sand glasses.

Mountain of Living Fire

2011-08-04T22:42:00.001+02:00

Another dream based story I had, but this one end when the dream ends unlike the one before. Also i had this as my last project in High School during my swedish class. Anyway enjoy and comment I might add more parts in this story but I am not sure.

After we had made our final preparations at Nighfall's only inn, we started to walk towards the dark port. Some individual lamps gave away a dull glow was our only companion this seemingly ordinary Walpurgis Night. As usual, the fishermen had gone to bed unusually early to be wake up at the rich fisheries that took place the following morning. Soon, we had arrived to the pier where our proud vessel was anchored. The brigantine Marinette had been in use since The Great War at Sea and was not the most modern vessel in the small harbour. Still, the little boat was in good condition, it had been handed over to Nesos's shipyards after the war. A few days earlier we had hired Marianette there and started our journey. When we all had taken us on board, we hoisted the sails and left Nightfall on the way to our goal: The Mountain of Liquid Fire.

Who were we in this little company that was heading for a volcano? First out was the silent wanderer Pham Bui Giang, sitting in the bow, all the rest of us knew her as Mila. No one knew much about her more than she was from a distant land. We also guessing that she was carrying dark secrets. They could she keep to herself had we decided long ago.
Leaning against the other side of the bow was a small, but very muscular man who was approaching his forties. Unlike Mila this was man very talkative and liked to boast about all his adventures he had as a pirate. The man was called Hursk and what his birth name was long forgotten, not even he himself knew what it could have been.
A long and florid man without any sign of muscles, stood at the back of the boat near the helm and watched the sea next to him. The Blue-Blooder Off Bilieus was a man who was the offspring of a forbidden love Island Woman to a nobleman of the Dagh-Nhat clan. The bearded Forester Bonnrid was squatting not far off, in his right hand he held a cudgel, and the left resting on the deck. He was like most Foresters very talkative, but he was not bragging.

The most important of us all was the powerful lady who was sitting in the middle of the boat and rocked her head slowly to each shoulder. The woman was very old, but no one knew her age. Her long white-grey hair hung down over the broad shoulders and her body was adorned with a simple green dress. The old lady had an even more obscure past than the little Mila; we did not even know where she came from. Her appearance seemed to be a difficult mixture of various ethnic groups. Nor would she talk about it herself, although she was our leader and handed out assignments. For all of us, she went under the name "Grandmother", which was due to her great age and nothing else.

Marianette drove us in a leisurely pace towards the dark horizon. A light breeze pushed her forward, and soon the volcano was visible. The volcano was sleeping in silence, while the adjacent islet was illuminated. The lighthouse, which was halfway between the islands were abandoned long ago and the only thing who lived there were some surviving sea rats. We had to get through the Cave Islet we had to get to. Here we find the stone that would extinguish The Mountain of Fire. The only problem was that this night was the islet venue for a group of witches who celebrated Walpurgis Night. When we started approaching the islet Hursk and Off reefed the sails of Marianette and put down a pair of long oars into the water. With these they started to pole the boat as silent as possible. With a dull thud the worn capstan smashed against the rock and we feared the worst. Fortunately the cries from the cave did not diminish, and almost all got Marianette. Left in the boat was Hursk that drove Marianette against the volcanic island, from there we would leave the islands.

When Hursk disappeared, we started the ascent, which could mean death. Soon we had entered the cave system where the happy cries and the music seemed to grow in strength. None of us knew where the Sun Stone could be as we looked for a variety of possible hiding places: Mila touched on the walls in search for hidden doors or hatches deeper into the caves. The Forester jumped up squatting and was looking in the few grass patches that were on the island. A few minutes' walk led to a broader opening of the islet, here we came across a strange sight up ahead. In the middle of the cave some naked women played on stringed instruments and drums, while a few young women danced to the music nearby. No, they were not women rather girls almost grown-up and like the adults they were naked. While they danced they sang half mystical verses no one could decipher.

With her left hand Mila pointed down against a bush to the left of the perverse scene while she led us down towards the bushes. The high bushes hid the our sneaking very well and we would be out of the witches reach just a few steps forward. The noise from the failed singing efforts and almost as discordant instruments lowered dramatically. A groan last in the line got everyone to turn around and drowned out the noise temporarily. There was Bonnrid in a bizarre position with his cudgel under his stomach while he struggled to get up on his feet again. The drowning out of the musical excesses was of short duration, and soon they began to sound again. Off helped Bonnrid up on his feet and saw that the Forester's feet were almost torn apart. A muttering indicated that the injury should be ignored.

After a further hike without any exaggerated scenes, we arrived at the end of the cave where we stopped. Then we saw it, far out on the edge of the cliff witches were sitting around a campfire. One of them sat with a walking cane in one hand and knocked on it gently with her index finger. Simultaneously with this the rest of the witches talked loudly about something. A few words such as "fire", "daughters" and "colours" taken out of context were the only discernible.
The witch who sat with the stick wore colourful clothes, while the tangled hair was screaming blue, everyone knew who she was. The witch was the Queen of Witches in this backwater of the world. Their discussion was so lively that we were able to get down to rock the usual way, not sneaking. We wanted to be on the safe side so we went very quiet around them. Everything seemed to go great until a dry creaking was heard beneath our feet. We did not see what caused the sound until all the witches turned around. The queen cried hoarse but loud enough so that everyone on the island heard must have heard it: "Intruders!", She suddenly silenced before she shouted again: "Kill them!". The scream was followed by a drawing of her sword and the other witches followed her example.
Off glanced over his shoulder, where he saw the girls we met before, but with swords in hand. Without hesitation, all of our party ran as quickly as possible down the trail. Bonnrid grumbled loudly at the back, but ran anyway. When we came down to the edge of the island - not far from the lighthouse - we cross-braked. A hair's breadth more and the dark water had taken us. The witches were not far away, we investigated promptly, so that no-one was left behind. After only a few seconds Mila cried horrified:
"'Grandmother! 'Grandmother' is left on the island!" With these words panic began to spread among our little party.

A sigh of relief was taken, shortly thereafter when we saw "Grandmother" to come to us with a stone-looking thing in her hands. She yelled something we could not hear because of the distance, but the closer she came the clearer became the message.
"Run into the lighthouse! Run into the lighthouse!" she cried. The advice was immediately followed and soon we were inside the lighthouse keeper's quarters, almost all the food that had been there was eaten. In the corner was a yellowish skeleton with the a fisherman's clothing. The empty skull watched us with an evil grin, unpleasant emotions were strong by this sight, but grandmother called on us. The witches sinister cries of joy just below us made us resume our running up the rickety stairs, where we found a temporary refuge, a hidden room. Once inside, the stairs creaked and shrill voices were heard:
"They are here somewhere, be so sure ..." In a flash Off pulled up his coat, opened the door a little and threw something on the steps where the witches were.
"I saw something! It was a hand, there!" two witches howled in chorus. Before they had time to react, their comrades behind started to scream in panic. Soon the panic spread to them as well. The panic that spread among the witches did we take advantage of and continued up the stairs, soon it was revealed what Off had done.
"Sea Rats! Thousand of them! Never! "A hoarser voice shouted nearby:
"Oh, you are so weak. Stay here where if you want then. You with more courage come with me!" Witches would thus continue the hunt, albeit slightly fewer.

While we were running Mila thought we should get rid of them as quickly as possible. Bonnrid replied slightly scornful that it was a good idea, but wondered how that would be done.
"We can ignite the lighthouse. Target the reflectors toward the stairs and we blind them. All but one escapes down on the other side and the one left flee when the ignition is made," Mila said very excited. Everyone looked at her with suspicion. Bonnrid was the one who broke the silence:
"Excellent idea, darling, but we do not anything to ignite with," he muttered. Mila gave him a sour look and continued.
"How do you think I lit my pipe in the boat? Of course, I have tinder box with me." Mila quickly took out a tinder box which she lifted so it became visible. Off applied directly as a volunteer for the ignition and got the tinder-box handed over. When we reached the peak time was against us so the reflectors had to be calibrated quickly. We barely had time to throw us down the hatch that led to the stairs leading down to the other side when the door was opened. Shortly afterwards we heard a hissing followed by an ear-splitting explosion. Nobody knew what had happened and we got even more surprised when no red hair jumped down behind us. Instead, we heard a variety of splashing noises around us. We continued down the stairs with mourning hearts of Off's possible death.

When we got down to the foot of the volcano, we saw a man sitting by the sea with torn clothes, pitch black in the face and with almost burnt off hair. When we got closer he noticed us and said with a wheezy, but clearly recognizable voice
"I just wondered when you were coming." All cried out simultaneously when the voice was heard:
"Off! You're alive! But what happened?" Off brushed off his former sleeves and started walking up towards the volcano. The rest of us followed him and waited for him to answer the question we asked.
"I really do not know. I brought tinder-box to the wick then everything just exploded and I fell over the edge. The blast must have thrown away the railing so I fell into the water; luckily I gained consciousness and swam ashore. The Witches must have drowned on the other side." Off ended his speech with a cough and we soon came up to a location on the middle of the volcano. Straight up the carved steps leading to the right and put a sign saying "The Pot" with clumsy handwriting. Before we had time to think about it "Grandmother" said:
"We are going to The Pot, hurry up!" The order was followed and soon we found out what The Pot was when we enter a narrow opening in the rock. Inside it appeared an almost circular cave with a bubbling lake of lava in the middle of it. "Grandmother" came up with the foetal-like stone and handed it to Bonnrid. All knew what to do, but "grandmother " chose to speak.
"Throw it as near the middle as you can. So we can get out of here soon." Bonnrid obeyed and as soon as it dropped down, we started to get out the same way we came. When we reached the shore Hursk had come back with Marianette and we boarded. Hursk looked at us and nodded when we pulled aboard the burned Off. He seemed to understand exactly what had happened and decided to await to ask until we arrived ashore. This sort of respect was unusual for Hursk, but totally understandable. When all were aboard, we left the islets as quiet as on arrival, and with new adventures in sight.

The Human Stain: Ch. I

2011-08-04T22:40:00.001+02:00

First Chapter in the " The Human Stain"-story. Check out the prologue first before you read this.

The Human Stain: Prologue

2011-08-04T22:35:00.003+02:00

A story that originally began as a dream but has since developed into a bigger story. This is the prologue. I do also have written one chapter. Just so you know this story will be inspiried by the works of Clive Barker.

The thunderstorm loomed over the moors where many castles stuck up their phallic symbols in stone with a flag on of every single one. The green heaths were due to the rain turned into muddy fields. The air was very difficult to breathe and the lightning did very strike often in the ground. Nobody with sense would like to be outside in this weather. But as everyone knows certain people lack the mental saneness usual to humans. On the narrow and muddy road was a monk with a gray cap, he does not see the black cab driving straight toward him. The cab is pulled by four black horses, and the curtains were drawn together in the coupé. A fierce man sat on the box and was just in time to swerve for the monk.
"Watch it daydreamer!" yelled the driver when he drove past, but the monk did not respond. He didn't even look up under the hood.
"Next time won't swerve away," the driver growled to which the grey hooded just responded by looking to the right and left and continued walking.
The year is 1542 somewhere in the Holy Roman Empire, Charles V is emperor. The emperor has been having trouble to keep the now religiously divided country together. Catholics on the Emperor's side and Luther's heretics – whom should be exterminated – on the other side. The passengers in the cab did not care about such niceties. Inadequate alliances was broken and was signed to the right and left. The only thing that interests them at this time is to reach their goal. Outside the cabman shouted that they would soon arrive just as the cab bounced unusually much. Almost directly in front of them was now a gray and gloomy castle not very different from the rest of the castles. The gate was opened immediately as they approached and were closed just when the wheels had gotten inside. The cab stopped near the entrance to the castle and a servant opened the cab door. Out stepped four people. A thin pale woman with clothes like those of a widow went out first, and then an old man stepped beside her. Shortly after the other two came out and turned out to be a young couple and now the driver joined them. Just after he had given the reins to a stableman who went off with the wagon to the stables. The same servant who opened the cab door opened the portal and the visiting guests followed him. The servant was a feline creature with his graceful body shape and smooth movements. Nevertheless, he had chosen to wear long beard with a bushy mustache. He lifted a candlestick from the wall, even though he knew that the guests had as good sight in darkness as that of his own eyes. He started walking with his companions behind him through the bleak corridors of the castle.

After a long walk, they began to walk up a spiral staircase that led up a number of floors. Finally, they had come up with a beautifully carved oak door with an inscription above it. Two new servants appeared from the shadows and pushed the heavy door open. The feline servant went into the room with the guests in close entourage. The room was a huge throne room that could accommodate the entire emperor's court if he so wished. Large carpets covered the cold stone floor and a powerful throne had been placed on a platform against the wall opposite the door. A table with a range of alcoholic drinks and fruits had been brought forward. All the surfaces of the roof and walls were completely cluttered with large chandeliers, whose light flickered in the room. From the back of the throne a thin man with goatee slid up quietly and began walking toward his guests. The lord of the manor looked very cheerful and began to speak out just as happily.
"Ah, welcome my guests. I am glad that you got here, just for my sake." The widow snorted at his amiability.
"Unnecessary to be so obsequious Wilhelm. You know very well that we needed to come to this 'meeting'," she said seriously. Wilhelm did not seem to be bothered by her huffiness and greeted her.
"I know, I know. Good that you came here anyway, Roslinda," he said and kissed her on the cheek. Then he began to greet the others in the party.
"That you had to be driver in this weather, Rudolph. I pity you." Rudolph just grunted in reply.
"And you, lovely Margarethe that you could leave your estate like this in all haste." The young woman got a kiss on her fingers and the other two was presented as Martin and Caspar. After they had greeted one another the host said to the servants, who stood in the room, with a sharp voice:
"Leave us!"

Once they had disappeared Rudolph pulled the doors shut and strolled off to the long table. Then he took a crystal bottle of wine and poured into a massive cup. Wilhelm gave him an irritated look, but said nothing. Instead, he said that now that all was gathered and the meeting could begin.
"Finally they disappeared those servant nuisances!" cried Rudolph abruptly from the long table. All other gave him the same offended look, which Wilhelm had just given him. The host looked around at the other guests without caring about Rudolph's outburst. All seemed to wait for him to speak, but then suddenly the widow interrupted his attempts to start talks.
"I'm so tired of this prison that these humans call body! 7000 years of wandering from different hosts is so eternally boring. In particular, be the Countess of Roslinda Lawensburg, second cousin to Charles V, or whatever it was. I have had enough!" muttered the widow very annoyed. Caspar sighed, too often had he heard her constant whining. It had already begun in Egypt for more than 6500 years ago. Then their names was Amon Ten-On and Nefer Be-Sat. Then, they had been married noblemen. Now they were in the shape of sister and brother, which hampered their partnership.
"We suffer as much as you do Dariana. Yes, except that life lover then, "said Caspar, and made a knowing nod toward him that was called Rudolph. Now that the servants had disappeared, he thought that their real names could be used. His partner looked very angry at him; she looked to be ready to give him a punch. Before either verbal or physical attacks could be made the Wilhelm figure raised his hand.
"Enough now!" he said. "We did not come here to argue but to discuss our situation. Otherwise you might get a new body," he concluded soberly.
From nowhere came a blond and pale man behind Wilhelm. Rudolph immediately exclaimed when he saw the figure.
"A servant creature! In here! I thought they were gone," he shouted in disgust.
"Calm down Kemzar," Wilhelm said softly. "This creature is my little agent. It can end the two of you "- he pointed to the squabbling couple -" if you do not stop fighting immediately!" Kemzar that was called Rudolph said nothing and the combatants ceased to quarrel. Kemzar now waved under his nose with the hand not holding the plum.
"Let go then Rhag'Zeq. But remove it now I do not want a servant creature listen to what we say. In addition, it stinks," he said, and snorted loudly. The same moment the blond was gone and Rhag'Zeq chose to speak.

"Even if you are a bunch of troublemakers, it is good that you could take yourself here. Now I wonder where are the others who happen to dwell in Europe? This terrible country where they are arguing like servant creatures. Even worse than you two!" It was a long silence and the first who broke the silence was the young woman whom Rhag'Zeq had called Margarethe. The shyness she had shown earlier was now blown away.
"As you said, this country argues enormously, it is precisely because of that not everyone could come. I think that at least two others are in places where they fight against Charles V," she said. Rhag'Zeq just shook his head in despair and Kemzar shouted something about that it was typical.
"Do you understand now why I've had enough of these cages, we dwell in?" Said Dariana sarcastically and watched Rhag'Zeq. The man with goatee gave her against all expectation a simple smile. The man whose cover name was Martin began to laugh at the response Dariana received. The widow creature was on the point of attacking him, when she remembered Rhag'Zeq's warning.
"As you all know where we were this Dominion Forces at one time. We shaped the world together with the Dominion Forces. But ...," Rhag'Zeq was interrupted by the young woman who had a very deep voice.
"Yes, we know all that. Do not stand here and lecture!" Then Rhag'Zeq looked really murderous when he glanced at the woman.
"Let me talk to the point before you open your speaking organ, Yazshama", he said treacherous and considered strongly to call upon the agent. No one said anything.
"Unless someone else has an excuse I continue," he said and the guests watched him with suspicion.
"We had unlimited power and could just enjoy the world's miracle. Unfortunately, some of us were brainless enough to get a bit too much fascinated by the Kernel's newest creation. Those disgusting and furiously hopeless humans. I do not understand what made some like them so much. They are so terrible and so physically dirty that I am disgusted by just thinking of them. Well that was the downfall for all Forces in this Dominion. The other Dominion Forces survived. This foolhardy abomination did result in that we lost our powers. We were placed in the physical shells whose death means rebirth in another random body. But I do not understand how Dariana and Qmalieh always got bundled up together," said Rhag'Zeq and pointed to the grumbler and her partner.
"Certainly I feel that not all power is exhausted, but much of our power is gone. I have started experimenting with different methods to strip off the body without having to be reborn. Unfortunately, it has always resulted in only short periods of time." Now everyone stood gaping around him with amazement, without word out of surprise.
"D-do you mean that you have succeeded?? It's incredible!" said Kemzar shocked. Rhag'Zeq nodded in response and everyone asked him in chorus:
"What do you want us to do?" Now all were very eager to know the secret. Rhag'Zeq began to speak softly and quietly.
"The reason I called you here together was that together, we'll probably be able to figure out a solution. A permanent solution and thus regain our former greatness," he said.
"You must swear to keep this secret from the others before we get to a solution. The guardians are as you know very zealous. When the solution has arrived we can spread the word," said Rhag'Zeq seriously and raised one finger.
"Remember this may take hundreds if not thousands of years before the solution is, but we must solve the mystery. Now we swear! Say after me," he continued.
"I swear" - all said after him - "the oath to keep our experiments secret for other Forces. Although the solution may take a hundred years and another one hundred years. It is in truth a miracle that the truth can be revealed. Hail Therael!" The whole party applauded to Rhag'Zeqs grand plan, and joined Kemzar at the long table. All took a wine goblet and lifted it up.
"Here's to freedom!" All said and drank plenty out of the goblets. Then Rhag'Zeq said that tomorrow would their joint experiments begin and they would last for a few months. Then they would think on their own and meet every 50th year. For evaluation and commence common experiment again. When the goblets were emptied all withdrew to the beds they have been distributed. Once in the dormitories they thought of what had been said in the throne room. An era of freedom was soon to begin. The freedom of man's plotting and physical shapes. Sleep grabbed their shell and they drove away to the dream world: One thing was now certain The Gods would wake up again!

A Dark Sun That Dawned Ch. 1 Ch. 1

2011-08-04T18:43:00.003+02:00

Another story and this is a suspense/thriller based on the movie V for Vendetta. This is only the first chapter and many more will probably follow. I am currently writing at the second chapter.

Blockenberry street at the corner of Hamston road." The man with the slouch hat
placed a small bankroll in the hand, which was stretched out. He took seat in the left corner and sank down immersed into other thoughts. The taxi driver did not turn around but in the rearview mirror the eyes showed a strong fear or caution. He refrained, the warning and instead said simply:
"'Tis ur unwaytick bus," the voice suggested an origin from District 14. But it was difficult to be sure. In the window of the car was a portrait in fabric of Laolin. It was a very skillful reproduction of the painting that hanged in The Dwelling Of Liberty. Similar representations could be found in many homes in the vicinity of the famous residence. During the rest of the trip no words was exchanged between the two men. Due to they did not know each other. Nothing else.

"Press Date: 31st day of the month Ammon, 4 years AL
Report issued by: Brian Jackson Kustler Chief of the Domestic Security Department at the Ministry of Security, 1250 Laolin Square, District 1, Staosopolis, Freedom Republic.
Object: # 312
[...] It should be shown extreme caution when approaching this terrorist. Absolutely no unplanned action without direct decree from L. or the Ministry of Security is acceptable. # 312 is a major threat to our internal security. His inflictions of unrest in the outer districts are not to be tolerated. Therefore, I Kustler believe, we shall as soon as possible arrest this person.
[...]
With the greatest respect:
Brian Jackson Kustler (severely unclear signature)
Laolin, the semblance of peace and tranquility we greet you as our Savior. "

Pauline put down the paper on the desk and did let it lie down for a while. She looked at the paper stack she had just skimmed through with certain awe. When she began reading, she thought it was impossible to get through the entire stack. Much proved to be immaterial. That, she could easily ignore. Some on the other hand appeared to regard information that was important to her. If you are the clerk for the Party top, that was the case. Not much to do about it. It was not even an active choice that led to she ended up here. One of her lecturers from the university had made sure she got it. The lecturer promised a well paid job near the elite. Pauline did not even have to take her degree. Show only your usual charm, he had said. Well well, she get well paid, but worked just as hard and as her father at the factory, thought Pauline. If I resign my life will be wasted. I have not even taken bachelor at the University.

She sighed about how her notary job affected her family relationships. Last week she was forced to leave her cousin's birthday celebration. Just because she had to attend an appointment with the elite. It was not so much fun for either her or the family. But work was work and it required a constant call-outs. Even worse was when her partner would give her the engagement ring and Carrey, right hand of the Minister of Foreign Affairs, called on her. Her boyfriend accepted it, but it did still hurt. The engagement was later reality despite the mishap, and they now lived together. Pauline waved away the privacy while returning the paper stack to its rightful place on the other side of the desk. Just as she put it back the glass door to her right opened. A handsome and well-dressed young man, not much older than she, entered.
"Oh!? The most senior clerk in the country snakes in the Ministry of Security's papers. It was not good. Oh my goodness! It'll be the bag for you; I think ...." The man closed the indictment by adding a wicked smile on his lips. Pauline got up from her chair and gave him a sour look.
"Very funny. You know as well as I do that Minister Berryblock ordered me to investigate the report and take copies of it. And remove that smirk, you look quite ridiculous." The smirk was replaced quickly by a laugh and between scoffing the man spoke.
"Haha, of course, I just make fun of you, beloved Paulie. I even agreed to your little "interference" in my office." The youth made a break. " It's good you take care of your job. You are the most important to us all. Your position is the finest in the country. Shall we sit in the cafeteria for a while? You seem to be quite exhausted. "
I hate when he calls me Paulie, thought Pauline. The minute later she pulled out the whole stack of paper and pushed it into the young man's stomach. He uttered a groan, but said nothing.
"Gladly Rossi," she said triumphantly "if you first help me to copy this in three copies". Rossi gave her a confused look, but pointed to a small copier in the corner of the room. Paul knew what he meant and started copying. Behind her stood Rossi. He stroked his fingers through his lion's mane.
"I think it will take time for that. So we can let it work alone for a while. In the meantime, we will take a couple of strengthening cups of coffee," said Rossi again laughing.

After this both led their feet out into the corridor. The corridor where the country's internal security was monitored around the clock. The whole hallway was lined with doors that hid offices. Repeated pushes on keyboards were heard behind each door. Some raised voices oozed out of some doors, too. Rossi's office was farthest away from the lift so they had go through the entire corridor. Halfway to the lift, a muffled hiss was heard behind a door. On the door was the name plate "Walter Burns". Shortly after the hiss, the door swung up with a bang. The owner of office next door was heard muttering curses as a result. Out through the half broken doorway came a man in black shirt and a green tie. The slightly sunken eyes expressed great confusion. As soon as he had eye contact with Rossi he started talking.
"What were you doing anyway? You cannot just disappear like that! In the middle of the accounts even. To have you as superior is a pain ..." Burns now noticed Pauline who was behind Rossi.
"Oh, hello Zullyiabi!" He said cheerfully 'I did not know you were here ". Pauline gave away a cautious hello to answer. Shortly thereafter, the bull known as Rossi slid up in front of her. Rossi grinning again and began talking to Burns half-sleazy voice.
"I had to check Miss Zullyiabi who studied some important papers. She was admitted to study them in place. In my room that is." Rossi fell silent for a moment. Shortly afterward, he realized that Burns did not plan to answer. So he continued.
"We were just going to the cafeteria for some coffee. The documents are copied at this time in my room. Want to follow us to the cafeteria? You look like you need it." The last thing he finished with a dazzling smile. Burns saw his superior above the edge of the glasses. The glasses were for the moment out on the tip of the nose. He sighed, for he understood that the presentation would not take place today. Rossi was and is always the world's annoying superior. In all cases, the most moody, he thought. Despite his melancholy he looked up again. This time he had put a simple smile on his face.
"No thanks. I have a lot to organize for tomorrow. Sorry, I would like to follow you, "said Burns. Rossi grinned after which this was said and replied calmly.
"You may do as you wish Burnsie" Rossi continued to grin. With this, he gave Burns a hearty pat on the back. Burns gave away a muted cough before he said goodbye.
"Well you two can have fun! And Miss Zullyiabi?" Pauline turned cautious.
"Greet Uncle Billy from Walt! Hahaha" Burns laughed hilariously and walked into the room.

Pauline was so sick of that joke about Uncle Billy. It was not funny. The joke came out to Pauline's family came from the same country as the Kenyan dictator. Or President Emperor William Nblenko Sawazi, lion of the wilderness, as he wanted to be called. In fact, the family fled to the West when he seized power. Pauline was only five years old then. Therefore, she did not remember much of it. All she remembers was that the grandmother and aunt were left behind. They are well dead by now, she thought dejectedly. With this background, one can understand a thing or two. In Pauline's family the little joke was very sensitive.

The Life in Kenya was something everyone in the family tried to forget. The war on Uganda and the Civil War had brought the country to the limit. Both Pauline's parents fought in the wars and brought many horrors with them. When Sawazi began taking control the escape was inevitable. The Kenyan origin was initially a disadvantage for Pauline. Harassment from peers came very often. During the fourth year of primary school she revealed her sharp intellect. The result was that the small African made a meteoric rise in primary and secondary education. The university went as it went. And now I stand in the same elevator as the Minister of Surveillances Vincenzo Rossi. How did he end up here anyway? An chaotic Don Juan who is also a spoiled brat. Padre Giuseppe really knew whom he was bribed. Lille Cento got a new chance to row a boat too big for him. Well, well, rich parents make everything apparently. Or a fawning lecturer for that matter, she corrected herself.

The elevator ride downhill continued with various job talks that were not really important. Just a way to keep the claustrophobia in check for Pauline. Once down in the cafeteria they met various staff at the Ministry. Many of them tried to summon Rossi's attention on reports, presentations and more. The overgrown boy just dismissed questions. As the teenage scoundrel he really was.
"Yes, it sounds great. I can check on it tomorrow ..." he told nearly everyone they met. Some began against expectations to object and say it was several hours left on the day. Then Rossi only jerked casually on his shoulders and stopped listening to them. When they arrived at the queue they had to wait obediently until it was their turn. Rossi offered coffee and paid with excessive change. All this to show his disgusting wealth. In the booth they talked about the report and a bit of humor and gossip about the elite. Too coarse jokes were avoided however. They could lead to jail otherwise! Pauline still thought about Kenya and its mad dictator. The moron Rossi did not even notice that she did not listen.

The First Party Session

2011-08-04T17:32:00.003+02:00

This is photos taekn for one of my last photo projects at high school and these are taken at a party in May 2010

Emptiness Session II

2011-08-04T17:22:00.006+02:00

These images was taken for the same project as the last ones but this isnt the basement. Instead this is an engine shed that is situated close to my former home up in Kiruna

Emptiness Session I

2011-08-04T17:15:00.001+02:00

This is photos i took for a project at high school one year ago. All here are taken in the basement of the high school.

Metaltown 2011 session

2011-08-04T16:50:00.006+02:00

Here is pics from my visit to Metaltown 2011. These pics are showing the backlights at the concert Arch Enemy had. But the band pics are too bad to be uploaded in my opinion.

The AIrport of Horror

2011-08-04T16:33:00.006+02:00

It's been a long abscence from this site but i mostly post my stuff on my deviantart profile silentartists.deviantart.com nowadays because i think its easier to post there. Anyways here is a new story that its based on a dream i had as a kid. The Second Part of my space dream is still in making and it will probably be at least three parts of it. So hold on!

The Airport of Horror

Everybody was gathered in the assembly room, all eyes were fixed on the television on the trolley. The tough guys of the class were sitting on the sofa which was in reality meant for three people. Now it was occupied by eight obese boys with baseball caps. Lisa and her friends sat in the other sofa that was slightly larger. The rest of the school class sat on the cold floor, but the cold the floor gave did not concern them in the least. The television showed pictures of an airport which suddenly flared and caught fire.
"You surely remember these pictures; the airport that inexplicably burned up. The mystery remains to this day. The rumor that the owner was the arsonist still circulates widely ..." said a voiceover from the scratchy speakers. Now the airport returned back and the narration continued. "... But now we have rebuilt the airport! Exactly as it looked just before the fire. Come visit the new and exciting Pyre Airport!" bellowed the narrator excited. After he finished talking, it flew up fireworks from the back of the airport, which rattled and exploded in many colors. Credits began to roll and a click was heard, a moment later it flickered and the lights were lit. Britt came into the room wearing her usual shirt and knitted wool dress. She went up to the TV set and pushed the mute button. An electronic tweak was heard and Britt started talking.
"Well? What do you say, you want to go to this?" She said happily and looked at the children's eyes that sparkled. All the children gave away a very exuberant "Yeah!" in chorus. Unusually fast, all the kids dressed and after a short wait outside the school a chartered bus came up. The bus was the dominantly red and had yellow stripes along the sides. On the page it was written in golden letters "Hörvalls Buses". The doors opened with a sharp hissing, and up popped a staircase with several steps behind the front door. As usual, Tobbe and Karl tried access it at first, but Britt's voice calmed them down to such an extent that everyone went in calmly.

The bus driver was none other than Johnny Usher. Now that when he was the driver he had taken off his denim jacket and assumed a black windbreaker with a "Hörvalls Buses" - logo on the left breast pocket. The Cap with the text MTAB had he however retained. Johnny was as always in a good mood and said hello to everyone, pupils and teachers alike. Bastian had difficulties getting up the steep stairs, but Eva and Johnny helped him. After he emerged, he sat almost at the back next to Johan. The baseball cap adorned boy smiled gently when he saw that he had been joined. Behind them sat Karl and his companions and discussed loudly the igloos they had built on the schoolyard. The girls sat further down the bus and discussed the games they would play. At the front sat the two teachers Britt and Eva and chatted with Johnny. Bus trip lasted a good while and it was well into the afternoon when one of the girls cried out that she saw the airport.
"There, there it is!" She cried, excited, pointing through the window. Sure enough, there lay the purple building the children had seen on the videotape. Above the rest of the building towered a copy of the control tower up. The large windows on the tower looked like a pair of compound eyes checking out their prey. From nowhere appeared a short road snippet that led to the airport. Johnny was not puzzled by the sudden appearance, but turned onto the road as it had always been there. When the bus stopped outside the main gates the most rushed out immediately, but Johan and Bastian was left on the bus for a while. When even Johnny jumped off the bus the two boys went out.
"I want us to meet here at 8 o'clock sharp!" Shouted Britt over the child crowd and then added that they could to do what they wanted until then. A moment later, all the children was gone and the driver as well. The adventure could begin!

After a few hours had passed Tobbe and Eric sat in one of the bars at the airport. They had their own milkshakes in hand and discussed. Eric looked very thoughtful and Tobbe seemed to be less worrisome.
"I think there is something mysterious about this place ..." said Eric quietly. Tobbe took a sip of his milkshake and looked at Eric.
"Why do you think that?" He said anxiously. His companion shook his head in concern.
"I do not really know ... This place seems just too good. The drinks are free of charge and all staff is behaving very strangely.
"Yes, that's true. I have not thought so much of it himself. But you're right!" Said Tobbe in an equally troubling manner that Eric had spoken earlier.

Bastian was in a large room with lots of mysterious figures. Some seemed to dance and others seemed more to spin around on the floor. Many of the characters were far from human, but they did not see Bastian as a stranger. None of them emitted, however, a sound while they performed their mysterious movements. Bastian's classmates had he not seen a trace of after leaving the bus. One of the creatures began to slither towards Bastian and expressed almost human syllables. Then it dawned on Bastian; the creature cried "Help!" backwards! The creature itself was a broad flattened man's face with hand-like outgrowths on opposite sides of the head. Behind this facade appeared a rear body similar to a lobster. Bastian was horrified when he saw it slowly pulled towards him. Suddenly the whole floor began to spin in an uncontrollably high speed. Everything in the room was drawn into the spin and the creature who cried for help went out of sight. Other creatures moaned in pain while the floor was spinning. In the corners of the room fireplaces appeared out of nowhere, the fireplaces served as powerful vacuum cleaner and sucked the creatures. One of the fireplaces got hold of Bastian and he fell down a hole in the floor just below the fireplace.

After a brief fall, he landed in something green and paper like. When the boy recovered after the fall, he began to study his surroundings. The green he got into turned out to be one hundred dollar bills in millions and once more millions of copies. The entire vault, he landed in was full of banknotes. Then it rustled behind him and another person had fallen into the cash pile. Bastian went to see if it was perhaps a classmate or even Britt. It was not a classmate. And it was not Britt. Although it was a human male who fell. When Bastian came close enough, he saw that it was a corpulent middle-aged man with a big walrus mustache. Immediately he recognized the face.
"Pat Hingle what are you doing here?" Said he confused. The man turned his face towards him. The gaze that met Bastian was very glassy, but Pat replied as best he could.
"I-I do not know it, my boy. To be honest I do not even know where I am. I also get a nasty feeling of this vault ..." Before he Bastian ask what he meant the rustling began anew. Now nothing fell down, instead a menacing shadow was painted upon the wall further down in the vault. Just where the vault took a swing to the right. Immediately Bastian and Pat tried run away from the shadow. Their speed, however, was hindered by the huge cash pile, but soon it was full speed in their legs. The owner of the shadow growled and started running himself into the pile of money. After a while they had entered a dark tunnel without any apparent end, but the creature behind became quieter and quieter. Much later, it seemed an end in sight and Bastian only increased the pace. Quickly, quickly, he wanted away from the monster Indeed, it was an exit and the boy jumped out into freedom. Then he noticed that he jumped straight into a snowdrift. He quickly began to freeze, and then he turned suddenly on the cave he fled through. No trace of either Pat or monster they encountered was in sight.

"There you are!" Shouted someone in the vicinity. Bastian did not at first recognize the voice, but when it cried again it became familiar.
"Come soon, we got to get out of here," cried the voice again, which belonged to Britt. The boy ran up to Britt and took her hand and then both started to run as quickly as possible in the snow.
"What happened to the others?" Bastian asked anxiously. Britt shook her head and said that she did not know. Behind them explosions was heard and then culminated with a huge explosion. The whole airport had exploded and left was a sea of fire with lots of flaming rubble. In the middle of the fire was a sinister smile, but it did not see Britt and Bastian, as they were struggling to escape. The rest of the class' fate would surely be uncertain for all time. The actual airport fate would also be hidden by the haze of age. All of this did not the survivors consider when they left the airport, running in the snow...

A Most Peculiar Wind

2009-09-17T17:40:00.005+02:00

This is a poem for my girlfriend and this time it is not a pic by myself. Hope somebody else will find this one good also but i am qutie satisfied.

You were out in the dark
Without lantern nor guide
Suddenly a light was there not afar
A wind blew up behind onto the light
Curiously you rode the wind not reluctant
As you rode the wind whispered in your ear
“Follow me, follow me”
Another light ignited when the first got near
The wind brought you the smell of sea
In the dawn you came to sea
Landed on a gilded ship
Your wind blew in the sails
The wind had captured you on its ship
A ship that voyaged on the sea of love
Unto the abode of the wind

The River

2009-08-25T14:03:00.007+02:00

Steps of the figure draws down

Down to the river

A river so powerful

Even hate dies

Since dawn of time

The river has cleansed

Dirt away from knowing

Figure stares down

Down to the waterrush

Elderly as he is

Legs do not bear

He falls and washes away

Far far away

Even by daylight

2009-08-05T17:39:00.005+02:00

Even by daylight

This forest is brooded with evil and darkness

Even by daylight

Creatures of the void beyond lurks around

Even by daylight

Long forlorn echoes from the past still echoes

Even by daylight

Cold winds of the wintertime still chills

Even by daylight

Spectres of the dead

2009-08-03T15:22:00.010+02:00

Behind every tree and every rock

Spectres of the dead await

Utters a call to be buried down, down

Not left to rot on the surface

Lest to be ravens prey

Six feet is enough so get your effort

And dig down our bodies

With your bare hands

We beg you let us rest

Alone and to be not defiled

Aid they get and doth finally find peace

Darkness of the Well

2009-07-30T19:55:00.011+02:00

Alone the steps of the man echoes in forest

Daren't look behind he strode onward

Shelter or refuge may be found

Deep in the forest

There, far away a well

Maybe it give shelter to

A soul distraught as mine

Slowly the well aproaches

Climbing down he sees

A darkness invaluble

His grip looses and he falls

Into the Darkness

Embrace of the forest

2009-07-30T10:42:00.002+02:00

As we walked 'long the path

The forest came to talk

With a voice so serene yet majestic

"We share ye heart and soul

just you submit unto the oak"

Then it came to us

The woods has been willing

To embrace us, though we denied it

Therefore, we have never been accepted by it

So why this another chance?

Before further thinking our feet paced away

Never to return

A General From Yrolon Ch. 1

2009-06-24T18:01:00.008+02:00

This blog entry is a rewriting of a dream I had many years ago, I have added many things to make to a good story also। I hope you will find it interesting =) After a while I find it too long to write the full story in one post so I decided to split it into at least two parts। Here is the first chapter

I was in the velvet smooth sand in this beautiful sand forest and was about to fall asleep. Just then there was a mechanical bellow somewhere in the vicinity, quickly Hypnos released his reins on me and allowed me to use sight and hearing. Just then it was not fear which had taken its abode in me, but rather a child-like curiousity spirit. This strange creature soon took refuge when the origin of the bellowing appeared behind the plateau about 30 feet from me and uttered its bellow once more. The origin proved to be an orange bus-like creature with red sirens on the root and completely without windows or doors. It crept threatingly closer just one inch above the hot sand. Fear swallowed me now, but my body would not obey the orders sent out from my brain. A strange light lit above me and slowly I felt a force that drew me up just before everything went black.

Unknown perioids elapsed before my eyes would be opened again. I saw whilte walls and heard voices, even though it was all blur and the voices were hard to identify and Hypnos drew me back. After what must have been at least 3 hours I woke up again and this time succceded, I expressed the words: "Where am I?" Somebody seemed to hear my question for a girl's voice cried out: "He has woken up now!"

Steps approached quickly and I sat up in the direction I thought they came from. "Excellent that you have woken up, friend," says a hoarse voice. Suprised I turned my head to find its origin, before I finally understand it came from the other side. There in a doorway is an elderly man with two girls and a boy in the lower teens.

- Welcome to the craft Aetós 1.5 and I am its captain, the name is Mu Inonos," says the man with the hoarse voice. Not fully understanding I look at the crowd standing in the doorway and the captain chooses to speak again. "You have. to excuse us for the harsh abduction, but you was about to suffer a terrible fate Come; follow us to the dining room so you can get food for you need that! Where I also shall tell you what is in the works and answer your questions as best I am capable. ”

Without thinking so much I get up and follow captain Mu with the young in close entourage. The door leads out to a corridor that is very different from the room we just left. The whole corridor was in warm colours with beautiful tree walls, a red carpet is running down the hallway and beautiful paintings accompanied with mirrors decorates the walls.

After a walk of a few meters we enter a room to the right which is just as powerful as the hallway. In the middle of the room is a table with space for many people and cabinets full of drinks of various kinds, and beautiful porcelain stand with the walls. Mu smile when I look big eyed into the grand dining room and waving at me and the other to sit us down at one end of the giant table.
"Sit down, please sit own! I will return with food for our new friend. You can introduce yourselves meanwhile," says the captain cheerfully and run through a door to which most likely lead to the kitchen. The two girls sit on the right side of the table, the boy takes place at the seat at the side and my place is on the left side.

In a few minutes no words are uttered, and the girls look curiously at me while smiling a strange smile that is difficult to decipher. Beside me sits the boy cockily in his throne-like chair and seems to look at some invisible spot just above my head. When the silence reigns, I wonder if they are waiting for me to introduce myself or if their shyness is more antagonism than curiosity. Quickly I decide to demise the silence by I pronounce myself which I do.
"My name is Sebastian M. and is 14 years," I say reasonably timid. The result is that the young ladies on the other side turn their faces against each other and continue with their so perplexing smiles. First out to give me the response is the boy who starts to speak without looking me in the eye.
"Which planet then?" He says with a shuffling and almost superior voice. What is the kind of question?, I think, but I tell him that I derive from Tellus. A smile spreads over his thin face and he is pulls forth a thin hand. "A human face is seen every day!" He says in a much warmer tone, without any sign of superiority and he even look me in the eye. "Oberoni Makelivich is the name but you can call the Ob, if you desire so. The planet I come from is Eimhlav as you can see by my ears. "- He folds away a lot of his dark brown hair and shows an elongated ear that is sharpened at the top. - "One thing you may not think of but still worthy of mention is that female eimhlavs is often more robust and the men are very slender.
The talkative boy finishes his presentation of himself.

The girl with the different coloured eyes changes position on the chair and lean forward. "Elena Erie from Aegyptia. I am actually the daughter of the templelord Ihmuhmis, "she say neutrally, although I do not know what a templelord is, it is probably something to be proud of. "Pull up your hands and put them on mine," she puts her olive-coloured hands on the table. Despite my uncertainty, I do that Elena asked me to do. That moment she closes her eyes and chants in a for me unknown tongue.

"So!" Chirps Elena and open her eyes quickly while she corrects its tiara, The tiara looks to be in a material resembling the gold with hieroglyphs engraved and at the very front is a cat's head in miniature. A beautiful stone in green is the cat's eyes and the teeth gleams in silver. "Now we have officially met," Elena smiles sincerely and leans back. The beautiful head adornment captures my gilmpse and I declare my admiration. The remark is answered by a flattered giggle.
"Oh, this tiara did I received of my father on a harvest festival the other year. Very beautiful, but not so valuable. If you follow me to Aegyptia some time, I can buy one for you too." The last sentence makes me blush, which probably is noticed by all. Ob start grin behind his thick bang and the unknown girl next to Elena looks to be about to trigger a laughter of strong force but maintains it elegantly inside.
"It was nothing romantic in my offer; I just wanted to be nice." Elena gives a sharp look at her comrade, but takes no notice of Ob’s behaviour.
"It's probably best to present you now," says Elena, and gives the pale girl a friendly pat on the back. Only now I notice that how much longer the pale is in comparison with Elena.

Not just on her skin is pale, but her whole body is white as a ghost - and even the eyes has a light grey tint.
"Lektras," she says in an almost declining voice "from the planet Bleesho, above the clouds." Lektras stretches out her left hand and sign for me to do the same. We shake hands and I ask her what she meant by "above the clouds." Without considering for a long time she says calmly.
"Well, you understand Bleesho have two dominant races, the one that I belong to and another one. My race is often called the Ghostpeople because of our pale bodies and ability to travel between planets and dimensions without crafts or dimension chambers. Above the clouds means that our home is mostly above the high clouds that separates the habitable zones of Bleesho.
The second race however, is known for its shipyards and its tendency to be bolder than their intelligence in various situations. What they call themselves is unknown, but the nickname most often heard is “the shipbuilders”. These ship-builders live on the lush fields, which covers most of the planet’s surface. Often, there was serious conflict between them and us the Ghostpeople and the origin is hidden in the mist of history. Right now there is an unstable ceasefire imposed by the widespread sanction issued by RPISS and my mother is a diplomat to ensure that peace remains and hopefully stabilize. Oh, you might wonder what CPISS is, right? "- I nod -" Well, there is an abbreviation for the Council for the Planetary and InterStellar Security and consists of over 500 representatives from different planets that are replaced after about six years and will see that conflicts do not flare up and calm is maintained in the inter-rigid teachings corridors - which is much as the highways on your planet. Otherwise, this is the advice a subset of the Galactic Commonwealth and Federation for all Systems, abbreviated GCFS. "Lektras gives me a simple nod to show that she is finished.

After all have presented themselves the mood becomes much easier, we are talking about almost everything and it is me who ask the most. Nobody seems to be disturbed over my curiosity. After a while, so I come to question why they know so much about Tellus and I do not know anything about them. Oberoni is the first to decide to answer my a little bit special question.
"You have to excuse me but it is very difficult to explain but I will do my best ..." Ob gets interrupted when the kitchen door opens and the aged captain enters with a large tray in his hands. On the head he wears a hair-net, which looks extremely misplaced on his bald head and above the pastel-blue uniform he has a brightly green apron with the phrase "Miniklos Asteroid Custodian" flashing.
"I take it another time," says the elf boy and sits properly in his chair.

Captain Mu is, as usual, in good mood and put down the heavy tray right in front of me on the table.
"I see that you got to know each other very well. I am really pleased, really much." Cluck Mu. What is on the tray is difficult to say but it looks like something I'd never seen before. On a octagon shaped plate is something fishlike with a gleaming flesh and nearby lies some similar to knitting needles things but they are orange. The rest of the weird plate is covered by vegetables, which is not at the slightest earthly. The only thing resembling something from Earth is a bundle of beetroots which are blue! On the left side of the plate is a set of ordinary cutlery, which looks misplaced among all alien food. A beautiful saffron yellow bread is wrapped in a cloth napkin with a magnificent embroidery on it is nearby. On the other side of the plate, a glazed fruit bowl filled with fruit is found. The fruits would place very well in a fruit garden for kitsch freaks, although they look very tasteful. In a narrow and elongated bottle is a liquid that is bright blue and the cork is pyramid shaped. A triangular glass is just next to it. Just above the centre of the glass is a remarkable engraving with the head of an animal that looks like a cross between a lizard and a cat. The grotesque animal head is surrounded of a strange collar and underneath is a text that says: "Merike’s Breweries". My surprise, is observed and Mu says:
"I understand that all this food looks a bit strange for a earthling, but do not worry. Everything you have in front of you on the tray is completely harmless to your race. Not only that I am the master of this freighter, I am an outstanding cook, as well. You have my word of honour, so eat my young friend."

Mu takes off the distasteful apron and sits next to me shortly thereafter, I cut into the fish. The taste that overwhelms me is against perception delicious, but very difficult to place. After the little timid beginning, I really eat for king and fatherland. Suddenly the older man to speak relatively serious:
"I see that you like my food, I am very pleased. To the point; the thing that attacked you was a modified war machine from Yrolon, the death planet, the owner of the hovercraft was the warlord N'broni Ghutla. Yrolon have since the primordial times been a theatre of war on which various groups struggle for domination over the other groups. One of these factions was The Dragon’s Head, perhaps not the largest or most influential, but the most brutal of them all.

To Ghutla then: He was born about 50 Earth years ago to a peasant in the faction the Falcon’s Flight. He saw the peasant class was oppressed in the faction he lived in and wanted to do something about it. What attracted him to The Dragon’s Head is not certain, but there is a theory. In his thirteenth year of life when he was with his sister in the city closest to his home, there he witnessed the execution of supporters to The Dragon’s Head. A sympathizer last words is said to have been: 'Hail The Dragon’s Head, nation of the Free!’ This expression made Ghutla to believe that The Dragon’s Head was the patron of the weak and was safeguarding people's freedom. This was obviously not true, but young and stupid as he was he swallowed it.

Some years later he came to a terrorist movement that wanted to connect his home to The Dragon’s Heads faction. Ghutla participated on the night in raids against The Falcon’s Flight and demonstrated its slyness and workability. In just six months, he rose in the grades that nobody else had made before. Finally, he was closest adjutant next to the team leader and planned an attack that would defeat The Falcon’s Flight authority in the province. The attack was discovered, and many members were shot to death, the remaining fled into the forests. Most of the refugees was found and executed, however, Ghutla succeeded together with a companion to cross the border into The Dragon’s Head’s province. After they were discovered by some border guards they were brought to the Governor’s court. The Governor was impressed by their courage, and when it turned out that they did something for The Dragon’s Head’s sake he put them into work in his castle.

The Comrade of Ghutla was significant neither for the terrorist movement nor Ghutla himself. This story does therefore not tell much about her fate after the exodus. We know much more about Ghutla however, the governor recruited him to be strategist and head of the intelligence services in the province. Again Ghutla won and thanks to him, many provinces were incorporated into The Dragon’s Head. The power had made Ghutla so greedy now so he had forgotten his original quest.

Ghutla had become a cruel and ruthless commander not thinking about anything other than his own gain. When he reached the 27th year of life he was appointed General of the Dragon’s Eye – the ruler – personal bodyguards and field marshal in The Dragon’s Heads army. Hunger for more control was still not calmed, despite his enormous power. He planned along with a small group of the some faithful henchmen to overthrow the then ruling Eye of the Dragon. The coup was planned very carefully and many of the people were part of the bodyguard. Not surprisingly, the coup was not surprisingly successful and Ghutla had for once, a stillness in his hunger for a while.

As I said earlier The Dragon’s Head was notorious for its brutality, but Ghutla made his kingdom to a domain of horror with ethnic cleansings and massacres of civilians. The whole planet was almost in Ghutla’s hands and he required more power once again. Many had fled to the moons surrounding Yrolon, but soon, they were not safe there. In a desperate attempt to prevent the aggressive forward momentum the colonists sent a delegation to the next planet port to get to the core. The core is where GCFS and its subdivisions house. Its purpose was to end the terror reign on the planet and destroy The Dragon’s Head. In short, the delegation arrived, via planet gates the distance are irrelevant you understand, and suddenly RPISS sent a peacekeeping force. After a lengthy and bloody invasion could be peace for the first time in hundreds of men’s memories finally breathe on Yrolon again. The Dragon’s Head had dissolved and Ghutla was seen no more. "

Darkthrone - Transilvanian Hunger

2009-04-25T15:49:00.024+02:00

This album is to many Darkthrone's best and on the other side there is quite many nay-Sayers. Which side do I stand on then, maybe you wonder? Frankly, I neither say it sucks or is the best album created, I am thinking it is nearly their best album because it lack a little of variety. Now, let the review unfold in its own odd way.

This album is a little different from most Darkthrone albums instead of just handling the drums and writing lyrics bandleader Fenriz also took hold of the guitars and the four stringer also to let band mate Nocturno Culto fully concentrate on the vocals. If you ask me this is quite cool. Some may think let a drummer handling all instruments may make it just half-baked, but I think Fenriz does it very well and knows what he is doing on every instrument.

The production is the thing that has provoked the biggest deal of discussion around this album so let's take a look at it. The production is quite normal for a black metal album, but if you compare to other genres it is very rough. The vocals are low mixed, the drums do sound like the drum sound that was common in the 60's and to an untrained ear the guitars just sound like white noise. Nay-Sayers of Darkthrone and black metal in general say the band can't play and sound like they were playing in a garage. Also they do think it was unintentional, but also this is indeed very wrong.

When recording this album Fenriz and Nocturno Culto knew exactly what they were doing, this is not a rush-job in anyway; it is very well crafted and competent. If you listen to Soulside Journey which was released around 4 years earlier, the musicianship is very technical and people do not getting worse at playing over time, right? The production differs greatly from this and "Soulside Journey" (SJ have much more crisp) so that's even much crafted.

Now I suggest we skip train to the vocals. Nocturno's vocal performance differs a lot on most Darkthrone releases and the ones preformed here is my favourite. Here he put so much emotion to them I am astonished. The lyric are very sad and bleak and with lots contributions from Mr. Vikernes makes it even better. With these sad lyrics nothing else then depressed vocal delivery would fit as good. The title track and “En Ås i den Dype Skogen" has some of most sad delivery I have ever had by a vocalist and also some very bleak lyrics. Further than this is hard to explain but they are very good.

As I mentioned above the guitars can sound like pure noise if you have ears that are untrained. It is true that the guitars are fuzzy and distorted as hell, I cannot deny that. In every song the riffs are very similar and changes very little thought a song, and with the tremolo picking they create a whirlpool that drags you into the realm with there is always winter. Although the riffs have the fuzz effect all the time, a lot of melody and true emotion can be traced in almost every song. Even on the Celtic Frost sounding Skald av Satans Sol which is also the catchiest song on the album (unbelievably catchy for a black metal song).

Drums on this album are very fast, composed of simple blast beats and other simplistic beats played in a fast temp. With the dominating guitars it is hard to hear drums sometimes and the sound of the drums are really ugly. Very much similar to a band from the 60's with similar production. If the drums were clearer in the mix it would ruin the hypnotic feel and the album would not be as good as it is.

I don’t have to say much about the bass more than it follows the riffs, but is very much in the background. More bass is not needed but it would be very interesting to hear what that would sound like.

So to sum things up: this is a very good album, but when all songs sound quite similar you may get bored after a while. Apart from that this album is one of the strongest albums of 1994 by one of the best Norwegian black metal bands created.

Burzum - Hvis Lyset Tar Oss

2009-03-24T15:44:00.012+01:00

This is one of my favourite black metal albums ever released. Not many albums match the beauty of this masterpiece. All Burzum album's are all close to flawless, but this one is without doubt flawless.

First let's take a look at the album cover done by Theodor Severin Kittelsen (one of the best artists if you ask me). It depicts some kind of decaying old man, lying in the edge of a path with crows flocking around him. To me this is a really depressing piece of art, but very emotional and fits the album content very well. Some of Darkthrone's material should use motifs like this instead of the bad photographs with one of the band members in an odd pose; it would fit so much more. Anyway back to Burzum now. After this album Mr. Vikernes understood how well Kittelsen's paintings fit to his music and utilized a whole lot of them in his upcoming album which was a really nice move.

On this album we hear a really nice production, it is not really the over the top fuzz, but still it manages to sound quite primitive and nature inspired. I can say the production is the best this album could get, not crispy nor fuzzy, just primitive.

The thing that takes up most place in the production pile is the guitars, that's rather common in black metal I know but still it is really beautiful here. Guitars on this album are often heavily distorted, not many clean notes here, and play very simple but atmospheric riffs. Often is the riffs repeated for very long but this only adds to hypnotic feeling and also the atmosphere. The main riff on Det som engang var is really exemplifies this.

On this album the synthesizers are rather different from the previous albums by Burzum. Earlier they were mostly used in ambient interludes and intros (which was great in its own way), now they are used in all songs. You maybe believe that it will ruin the "kvlt" and turn it to something cheesy like Dimmu Borgir. Fortunately that's not the case, it is nothing symphonic to the synthesizers just a little folk music inspired. On the black metal tracks they are quite moody and sad also. On the instrumental "Tomhet" they are indeed sad; on the other hand they are somewhat aggressive. They really want to grab the listener to the realm where gloom and emptiness reigns supreme.

Now for let’s talk a little about the rest. Vocals on this album are the typical shrieks from Vikernes' throat, but he sounds even more depressed and angry. But there is one thing that differs from the past albums; they are pushed back in the mix which is great. Now you can enjoy the other instruments more when the vocals don't deafen them so much, also this makes it a lot more depressive to the nature. His whispering screams in "Det som engang Var" do apart from the aforementioned things sound like his is almost afraid. Rather cool in my opinion.

The drums doesn't need so much of a comment, they do have quite a lot prominence. Most of the time they play quite well, but from time to time they get a little sloppy. If this is because Varg's playing ability or laziness from his side I am uncertain of, but I guess the first mentioned option. To be honest the sloppy sound, is not a bad thing at all, it only increases the nature feeling I talked about above.

Regarding the bass then it is not so much to say. Very often you can hear it, but it is nothing really special about it. The bass lines follow the rhythm guitar most of the time.

To sum it up there is the finest black metal albums created, since it has all elements a good black metal album shall have. Get this album if you want to hear darkness of the north.

Mayhem - De Mysteriis Dom Sathanas

2009-03-23T16:18:00.012+01:00

One of the most well known black metal albums that were ever created I presume. Released after the band disbanded because of the death of Euronymous and Varg Vikernes being the murderer, only Hellhammer remained. If you ask me this is one of the most overrated albums in all black metal, but it is still quite good.

The production is atypical for black metal with everything heard very properly. Most black metal band strives to have as bad production as possible, but that’s not present here. I find this fitting to the vocals as Attila is so diverse and makes a very unique performance. I haven’t heard anything not even similar to his vocals here except for his other projects perhaps.

Too bad everything else doesn’t need this kind of production, the guitars is not bad but they would be a lot better if the production was a little more primitive. They have a lot of atmosphere but still they lack the emotion. The bass is very audible, which is strange since Hellhammer has said he lowered the bass parts in the mix. If this statement is true I wonder what the original recording sounded like, but I am quite sure this is just a quote from the never ending chatterbox known as Hellhammer.

Speaking of Hellhammer his drum-set is not so triggered it would be on the later recordings with this band. But funny though is that on Live in Leipzig which was released some years earlier they are triggered as hell! The patterns he play is mainly some form of blast-beats along with some fairly interesting fills. Quite different from Fenriz which more or less played the same beat for a single song or at least a larger part of it. This is half good, but I also prefer more of a hypnotic feel.

Now for the vocals, as you all know Attila Csihar of the band Tormentor was recruited to sing vocals for this album. I am a great fan of his vocals to be honest; they are unique and really diverse. Too bad they almost sound unserious on some points which ruin much of the morbid feeling I guess the Mayhem dudes wanted to achieve. The first few lines of the opener "Funeral Fog" is a great example of this. Also the "clean chanting" in the middle of the title track sound almost like a joke, especially when the lyrics are just some gibberish. It is supposed to resemble Latin, but it is just what Euronymous thought was Latin. Some of you non close-minded maybe heard of Vangelis, he uses false Latin also, but his lyrics harmonizes with the music well, here it is just random phrases.

Attila’s performance do I even found unfitting to some of the lyrics, which is may be because that Dead wrote 80% of the lyrics for this album. Dead wrote some really unique lyrics for his time, they were serious sounding and lots of emotions put into them. When Attila performs some of the songs they lose some of the feeling Dead intended. Two good examples of this are "Freezing Moon" and "Buried by Time and Dust". The first is a very good song, but Attila doesn't really capture that sad/depressed feeling when he sings. Since the song is about suicide I think the vocalist shall sound like he really wants to do it, not schizophrenic as Attila do. On "Buried..." he mostly grunts in a quite odd way and fail to get into that aggressive feeling the rest of the instruments has. It is hard to blame him really, since I think the recording process of his vocals was done in quite a rush, along with other parts of the album as well.

If you want a Mayhem album to your collection if haven't got any before, I don’t suggest this album. Buy Wolf's Lair Abyss or Ordo Ad Chao instead, they are a lot better. This is as I said quite good album, but not worth as the first album to buy of Mayhem.

My Blog

2009-03-22T09:58:00.002+01:00

Welcome everyone! This is my first blog and hopefully only one. In this blog I will talk about about almost everything I find interesting and if you have suggestions please tell me. =) I will talk about very differing things in this blog so be prepared!

Analysis of The Golden Helmet

2009-03-21T19:04:00.021+01:00

Of all comics in the Disney universe there some who have affected me strongly, one of them is The Golden Helmet, drawn and written by the one and only Carl Barks. For those who havent read read it the plot goes as follows.

Our all recurring hero Donald Duck is a security guard atthe Duckburg Museum and in the opening window he stares at a large Viking ship. Curiously he enters the ship and on the lower deck he finds a pequiliar man apparently examining the ship. Donald aproaches him and tells that the ship is only to be watched from the outside.

Suprised the man turns around, excuses himself and tells he must have been wrongly informed. Pointing to the outside Donald dismisses him and shortly thereafter Donald finds an ancient parchment made of deerskin in one of the logs of the ship. The parchment looks like a map of some sorts with runes on the backside, minutes later Donald has taken it to the curator and informed him about the man on the ship.

Without their knowledge, he is listening on the other side of the door. After a brief translation the runes tells the story of Olaf Blue, a viking who discovered America long before Columbus. To prove that this new land belonged to him and his ancentors he made a helmet of gold, shortly after the king of Norway called him back. Angered Blue returned to Norway, but made a secret map to show the hiding place of the helmet in case he would return. The location seems to be somewhere along the 49th longitude in Labrador

After he finished reading, the curator understand to his fear what it would mean if the helmet would be found again: the finder would be supreme ruler of the whole American continent. At the same moment the door opens and two men enters, one of them being the one from the ship and the other carries a briefcase.

The man with the briefcase prenounces himself as Lawyer Sharky and the other as Azure Blue, a decendant of the aforementioned viking. Sharky demands that the map shall be given to Azure Blue or else the museum will be sued. Jumping out of his seat the curator shouts "Can you prove that he really is the decendant of Olaf the Blue?", with a sly smile Sharky replies "Prove he is not, if you can." Soon Blue grabs the map and the couple leaves the room in triumph, probably to got fetch the helmet.

Fortunately the curator has photographic memory and draws the map on a sheet of paper and makes another copy. Donald say they have to obtain the helmet, before Blue does and destroy it. Agreeing the curator suggest they shall go two different ways in hopes of finding it quicklier and bring one copy each with them. Back home Donald tells his nephews that he will go to Labardor, after a brief discussion what Labrador really is the nephews joins him.

After some weeks at sea they finally reaches Labrador, meanwhile the curator is trying to get to Labrador by plane but as the plane runs out of fuel he must go by foot. After a seemingly endless search for the helmet they finally found it, only to get it taken by Blue and Sharky mere minutes later. Blue claims America as his sole property and prepares to kill Donald and company.

The curator shows up just in time and saves them. Just as he is about to throw it into the ocean, Sharky tells him that he can become king of America instead of Blue and backs him up. From this point the helmet switches owner from all of the adults (whoever it is Sharky always back him up) and finally to be put in the hands of Sharky.

Here is the helmet in the possesion of Donald with Sharky to the left

At the end Huey annoyed by the arguments who the helmet belongs to throws a snowball on it so Sharky looses the grip of the helmet and it disappears into the bottom of the sea.

Now for the analysis:

First of all this is a very interesting story as always Barks manage to keep the reader interested with his humor and hidden sarcasm. His drawing technique is also very impressive, especially the scenes in Labrador and the Sea.

You really get the impression you are there with Donald and his nephews. The helmet the story revolves around is very similar to the One Ring in J.R.R Tolkein's works which was to be published some years after. What I mean is everyone who have the intention to destroy it becomes addicted to it in a way very closely related to the One Ring and want to use it for their own.

Even though it was published in 1951 Barks knew very early how powerful a dominion over America would be. Time has now come to talk about the most interesting aspect of this story: Sharky! At first I thought he was just a henchman of Azure Blue. But when he provokes the curator and Donald to use the helmet instead of destroying it and takes their party I begin to think differently. Why do he always take posseser of the helmet's party and who is he really? Question like this has very often circulated in my head and now I will do the best I can to answer them in my own way.

To me he is the true villain of the story, Blue may be cruel but is more reasonable, Sharky is maybe the true decendant of Olaf the Blue! More radically I belive he may be Satan or something like that, I mean he acts like a tempter, is very coldblooded and is very attached to the helmet.

Maybe the helmet is an unholy artifact and a portal to the other side? The finale when all adults are incapacitated and Sharky is last man standing is very chokeholding and almost scary. Fortunately Huey makes an abrupt ending to this shaking scene by stoping Sharky's malevolent intentions with a snowball.

Well I dont have so much more to say then, read this comic if you find it somewhere. I strongly reccomend it, it is one the best comics that has been written, ever!

If you look at the all parts you find it quite avant-garde in how it is composed, it doesn't really follow the standard pattern of how a story shall be unfold.

The drawings are as said before superb in the wein Barks always do them, but it is nature scenes in this comic that make it somewhat unique on that point also.

If you have found more interesting things I have not noticed I am looking forward to hear them.