Where are our dragons to be slain?

Where are our lands to be conquered?

Where is our honor to be found?

The battles we face are of trivial ascent

We scrounge and scrape

Holding fast to the fading belief

That the storm will cease

 and the Sun will shine

We dig our heels in the mud

with back bent, we push slowly forward

only to be thrown back to where we started

where are our dragons to be slain

where are our lands to be conquered

where is our honor to be found

With our backs bent, we push slowly forward

Only to be thrown back to where we started

 Susan slowly made her way through the damp cave holding the lantern out in front of her. The walls were covered in ancient script, an Archeologists dream. None of this mattered to Susan. She was looking for something different, something that would turn her fortunes around.

Ever since college, Susan struggled to find steady work. It was always an odd job here and an odd job there. Enough to meet her particular lifestyle for a couple of months, at least until the next job came along. Susan knew that eventually she would have to find something steadier, something permanent. This is why this latest job was so important. It was the last chance that she had to prove herself- to herself.

Walking around bend, Susan’s mouth dropped open in shock, a wide-open cavern lay in front of her. Spaced roughly four feet apart, altars consisting of gold and silver hugged the walls of the cavern. In the center of the room, stood a hand carved red diamond throne. On either side of the throne, stood a massive book its pages sparkling from the paper-thin Gold Leafs, that held strange encryptions. Stepping into the cavern, Susan failed to notice the pressure plate that lay hidden beneath the debris that scattered the caverns entrance.  

Boom!

Susan jumped at the sound of the crumbling stone as the entrance to the cavern came tumbling down. Turning around, she saw that she was for the moment trapped in the cavern. “Well, I might as well make the best of a bad situation.’ Susan grumbled. Stepping further into the room, she looked around again, but her gaze kept coming back to large book that stood in the center of the cavern

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Why can’t things work out? Why does everything seem to go wrong?

I’m fed up, I’m tired. I was hoping that maybe for once things would be easy…

I guess this kind of thing is not meant for someone like me

Perhaps I’m just tired and need some rest.

But that kind of thing doesn’t pay the bills

It doesn’t bring peace to those I care about/Those I love

I know that I’m tired and need some rest

How can I, when all I hear is loud angry voices

Yelling at each other….

Yes, I am frustrated, very frustrated

But I’m not going to give up

I can’t

To many are relying on me

My family, my work, the government who believes they need a portion of everything I make, buy, and breathe…

How do you thrive in a system that is designed to keep you down?

I don’t know, but I know that all of this will not last forever

For now though, I am tired and need some rest.

What do I want this new blog to be about?

It should be mirroring the current novel I’m working on. But what do I want to do? And will it be successful?

That last part is a toss-up. I’ve had blog series that turned out successful, whereas I’ve had other ones that completely fell through.

I think that part of it, is finding the time and dedication to do this. If, I’m invested in writing these stories, then they come easier.

Now this story should have things dealing with bondage, mysticism, Babylonian themes etc. Perhaps the writings of a priest or priestess, mystic…that kind of thing…and their stories are what is happening in the novel- to an extent.  

Perhaps, I can have an archeologist find the scrolls or tablets that record these stories of the priest. Though, I believe that I would want to make it relevant to the story- that is I believe that I would want to have one of Fatheriam’s clan or brotherhood telling the stories? Perhaps it is a little of his back story as well. Though, I really don’t want to make this too difficult.

All of this of course will be decided once I actually start working on this blog series.

Sincerely,

Richard Polk

(Fatheriam High priest) Jocren come to the top of the mountain, come to where the moon meets the earth

Embrace Ava, while the moon is full. Take her into your chambers

(Jocren) I will go to the top of the mountain, where the moon meets the earth

There I’ll embrace Ava and take her into my chambers

I lay down my bow at the door

For the elk is far from here

(Ava) I wait for you my love at the top of the mountain, where the moon meets the earth

Embrace me, when the moon is at its fullest, take me into your chambers

Leave you bow at the door

For your doe is waiting for you here.

(Fatheriam) Gather Oh People of Crow

To the top of the mountain, where the moon meets the earth

Bear witness to this Holy Ritual, of the binding of two souls, into one

(People of Crow) We gather here oh priest,

To bear witness of the binding of Jocren and Ava

Let them go into the chambers and become one

(Fatheriam) Two enter, one emerges?

A willing sacrifice demanded by Crow.

(People of Crow) Two Enter, one emerges?

Willing sacrifices, to appease Crows lust.

(Jocren) Come my love

Let us enter into the chamber

Rest in my arms, as our binding falls

we will become one

As the moon meets the Earth

(Ava) I am with you my love,

We will become one with the moon

As its’ crest touches the earth.

Taking a moment to let his words sink in, I realized that I didn’t have much of a choice. Standing up, I walked over to the table where Koschei was sitting. Stoping in front of him, I requested permission to join their organization. Koschei looked up at me from his seat, “So, I see that you have gotten off of your high horse and have decided to mingle with us riff-raff.”

Trying to think of a way to apologize without coming across as rude pompous ass, I replied, “To start off with sir, I’d like to apologize for taking your food. Without paying for it. I was hungry and desperate. I’d be honored if you’d allow me to join your organization and though I don’t much about the art of thievery, I’m willing to learn.”

Koschei frowned. “First off, lower your voice when speaking about our trade. Secondly, I care less about you taking the food and more about you getting caught. To top it off, you wasted what you took.  Don’t let me catch you, getting caught again. Now, we will teach you everything that you need to know and who knows, possibly within time, you will rise in through the ranks. For now, though you will start out as an/enforcer. Kneel and kiss my ring”

Getting down on one knee, I kissed the ringed paw, that was held out to me.

***

And that my dear friends was how I got started in the cat Mafia. Koschei was right, within a couple of years I worked my way up through the ranks. I had left my old life behind me and I was better cat for it.

The End