WHEREFORE SACRED CHIMES HAD RANG (Story by BoSt, 2025)

 WHEREFORE SACRED CHIMES HAD RANG

(A Christmas story by BoSt, 2025) 

All acts of kindness however minuscule do not escape the notice of Heaven, even though they may go unnoticed here on Earth.

Once upon a time in a far-off land there was a magnificent spiritual temple set on a hilltop. Though the mortal beings that inhabited this region (all the myriad beings) worshipped many different gods, they still respected each others religion and at times even actively participated in the other’s celebrations. Christmas time being one such.  

01- WHITE CHURCH -JP

This spiritual temple in particular, its congregation called it the White Church, for the outside stone was exactly that, was magnificent. The tall stained-glass windows, placed specifically to catch best angles of the sun’s rays, depicted angels and brilliantly executed religious scenes praising God Almighty’s power and extolling the virtues of the Christian saints. Pious carpenters had painstakingly carved magnificent wooden reliefs above and to the sides of the main entrance. The Church’s most prominent feature however was the white stone tower with ivy growing over it as far up as the eye can see. In the steeple an array of Christmas chimes was housed.

Every Christmas Eve many inhabitants of the city, re-enacting an old tradition, flocked to this church bringing with them many offerings to their savior, the Christ Child. Legends told of a time when, after the greatest and best offering was laid on the altar, there arose above the voices of the choir a beautiful sound, emanating from the top of the tower the most divine music of the Christmas Chimes.

Some claimed it had to be the wind that rang them, while other more pious ones believed in their heart of hearts, and exclaimed loudly so, that it had to be the angels that set the bells swinging to produce that heavenly sound.

Then came a time when, however great the offerings were, the chimes never again created blissful melody. As a result, the pious group belonging to this church were saddened, feeling there must be something amiss. Yet many Christmases came and went, and no chimes (no heavenly music) were ever heard.

02- WARRIOR ERLAND

It so happened that there was a disillusioned, recluse warrior called Erland, his name meaning, aptly, an outsider or foreigner. He was of about thirty-five years old, height over six feet tall, burly physique (muscular, strong, robust body) with long blond hair that cascaded down his shoulders.  Erland had never been married, he lived a solitary life, by choice, with his dog Longze as his sole companion, in a ramshackle hut at the edge of a dense forest, not far from the notable church.

This once a mighty warrior had a deep scar, from his eyebrow to chin, on his left cheek, which in part spoiled his very handsome features (face). He had many more scars under his tunic and on the rest of his body that told of many fought battles won or lost.  At the end of one such fierce battle, when the crimson ground was strewn (spotted) with dead and dying warriors, Erland searching for his fallen friend, had instead found Longze, a tiny little whelp no more than three months old, curled up beside a bloody corpse of a warrior; the puppy was cold and frightened, but refused to leave his master. Such resolute loyalty had tugged at Erland’s heartstrings, and he’d reached to pick him up. The puppy, despite its size was fierce and fought him, even bit his hand, which had made Erland love him all the more.  In time Longze, the name that had come to him in a premonitory dream shortly thereafter, and upon waking he’d called him by that name and the little puppy had responded to his call. Gradually Longze had accepted him as his new master and the two had since then had become basically (essentially,) inseparable.

03  PUPPY LONGZE 2

Erland, sometimes visited the local tavern to have a pint or two, always seated in a dark corner, rarely accepting company, with Longze always by his side.  Once or twice, Erland had acquiesced however, needing contact with another human soul and it had happened to be at around winter solstice and Christmas. On that particular night, feeling unusually sentimental, and thinking he had the other’s ear (that he was being heard), Erland, had reminisced (recalled) a time when his mother had spoken to him of hearing the chimes when she was but a little girl. In her waning years, always a devout Christian, she had mourned the fact that lately people had become more selfish and grown less generous in their hearts with their donations for the needy. That the last five years love and compassion for a fellow being had gradually diminished, in some cases had been entirely nonexistent; pomp and ceremony, hand in hand with greed and ambition taking root instead. As a result, when an offering was made without the purest heart and intentions and it had become only a show, it did not move the angels and justly did not merit the music of the chimes.

Erland stopping at this point, had quaffed (guzzled) a swig (mouthful) of the barely tolerable brew, for he’d imbibed better spirits in his heyday, then nodded morosely and then asked, not really expecting an answer, “As testament of these demoralizing times, when was the last time anyone had heard of the chimes?”

Even though wars had ended and on the surface, subsequent six or seven years, all seemed peaceful, there was a hidden coercion (undercurrent censorship) in that realm; and certainly, no one wanted to hear the truth; and so, the person seated across from Erland had typically fidgeted, blinking first with fright , then furtively casting  his stone gaze about him, to ascertain that no one had heard Erland’s rebellious tirade (rant). But Erland had kept his voice low, he was simply letting off steam, not a shout certainly that could be overheard amidst this drunken cacophony (discord, noise) of patrons (regulars) of the tavern. His burly companion, seeing he was safe, exhaled in relief as he, same time lowered his head and said nothing.

“Why did he bother?” Erland inwardly scoffed; angry that he was a wolf still living among sheep.

Swallowing his irritation however, Erland simply (bolted) rose to his feet, and with trusted companion dog Longze, wagging his tale, happy to be at last leaving this loud, stinky environment, trailing him, left the tavern.  

Subsequent winter had been particularly harsh for those living on the fringe (peripheral, the outlying areas). Snow and ice had permanently for months, covered the entire region. When the warrior Erland, having stayed out in the woods longer than he should, hunting for game, and later still chopped some wood, hence, was beset with fever, burning up in his bed, his exasperated dog Longze had finally on the third day left his side to go fetch him some help. But owing to the frantic, festive time, help was not that easy to get. Still, Erland’s faithful companion Longze, had unrelentingly tried and tried, seeking help, trying to fetch anyone, without avail, for his master.

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04- TAZA AND KALEN'S PARENTS

In a remote country village, several miles from the capital city Mortak, meanwhile, there lived a boy named Taza and his little brother Kalen. Their parents had once belonged to an indigenous group that had been systematically hunted to near extinction, because they had refused to forsake their heritage and conform to the rigid rules of this present regime.  Taza and Kalen’s highly educated parents who had chosen to live on the fringe, had always fostered tolerance of all spiritual beliefs and traditions; however, they had same time maintained their heritage (birthright) ideologies and different sort of religious beliefs... One embracing warship of Sun, Moon, Sky and the nature spirits.

Meanwhile, as the information about varied different religions were readily available at libraries and schools, Taza and Kalen had been drawn, especially at Christmas, to the religious practices of Christianity.  There were many beautiful aspects in that religious teachings (doctrines), and profuse (abundant) lessons and stories that had captivated their young imagination; hence, at Christmas time, they were as excited in their hearts and were eager to participate in copious (plentiful) religion’s traditions and festivities.

05- TAZA (22) JP

This winter marked the time, which their parents had been dead for over three years; fever had claimed them both, and Taza now at sixteen years old, as the sole provider, had done his best to in all that time, provide for his little brother Kalen. This was no small feat, for Kalen with his boundless exuberance, was a handful.

As education was widely available and was free (state funded) to all citizens, Taza and Kalen had continued with their schooling, and with their eager mind and insatiable appetites for acquiring new knowledge having never waned (diminished), each day they had borne (endured, weathered) the difficult terrain (topography) and at times harsh conditions of climate (weather, temperatures), and walked quite ways to attend school. It was during an ordinary school day that Kalen had overheard a group of kids that were eagerly discussing all the elaborate preparations their families (more than that, the whole congregation) had accomplished (fulfilled) for the upcoming Christmas celebrations.

Intrigued by all that he’d heard, Kalen, who was six years in age, later that day, had pleaded and pleaded with his elder brother Taza to take him to that particular spiritual white temple, the White Church. His curious nature demanded that he experienced it firsthand, for only then he would understand what all the fuss was about.  It was a perfect time to do this, as the school would be closed for ten days to also accommodate the winter solstice revelling, and other such, with groups rejoicing, with their own brand of festivities all over the region. Kalen had looked up at his brother with those wanting, puppy eyes, that always tugged at Taza’s heart’s strings. How could Taze say no?

06- KALEN (14) JP

This was also a particularly somber time for Taza and Kalen, as they watched joyful family interactions (exchanges), knowing they were all alone in the world; nevertheless, they did their best to celebrate, finding solace in the fact that they still had each other. They also carried the unwavering hope that Heaven would provide them with whatever they needed.

After a long consideration, Taza had answered yes, to Kalen, and watched him do a joyful dance, as he with his open palms reaching up to the sky, twirled about, elated, anticipating the thrilling adventure they were about to embark on.  

Always the responsible youth, Taza woke up at first daylight the following morning and bundled some dry rations, mainly two hard boiled eggs, half a loaf of bread, a clump of hard cheese, strips of dried meat and some seasonal berries, in a cloth and tied its ends. Leaving it on the side table, Taza then gently woke Kalen from his deep slumber; they had a quick breakfast, then Taza picking up the already prepared bundle, slung it over his shoulder and both exited their humble abode.

The days preceding (prior to) Christmas were always bitterly cold with frigid temperatures plunging below zero and made worse by thrashing winds that whipped and punished any wayward souls who dared venture outside.  Knowing this, they had set forth on their adventure with skins of water that hung at their waists and, both already dressed in several layers to escape the bitter, bone chilling hoarfrost (rime frost and ice).
For untold hours the boys trudged to cover the great distance to the place where the White Temple stood. Huddled together, they walked hand in hand bending their backs to brace themselves against the strong winds. The icy drizzle still however, mercilessly chilled them to the very marrow of their bones. By dusk they were tired, famished and exhausted, almost unable to take another step, yet the lights of the big structure now visible, perched on a hilltop, just ahead, egged them to soldier on.

At dusk, panting, they at long last approached the gates of the Temple ground; their eyes assessed the long gravely, icy path, configuring the steps they would still have to take before reaching the Temple’s doors.  From the look of things, the afternoon prayers had already been concluded; however, there was the evening prayers and activities yet to transpire, so the gates had remained wide open for the anticipated congregation (worshipers, flock, churchgoers, parishioners).

Taza and Kelon, though extremely tired, without stopping passed through the iron gates and began walking the long path; just then however, Taza spotted off to the side something dark on the snow and he veered off to take a closer look. It was a poor dog who had obviously suffered a mishap, some trauma and fallen into the shallow ditch. Stranded, he lay there practically half-dead, too sick and shivering with cold, to rise up and seek help. Rushing over, Taza knelt beside the poor thing, and carefully examined his injuries, paying particular attention to the incapacitated leg. Thankfully the bone was not broken but there was a deep slash (tear, cut) into the muscle, though not too serious and the wound was fresh. It had happened recently, for the blood was congealed, frozen but not black, the laceration not angry, therefore, no infection had set in.  Taza heaved a deep sigh of relief and before starting anything, checked the dog’s name tag, to find out his name. Longze was his name. Just then Longze had opened his eyelids and looked at Taza, his eyes searching, wanting something; next he then with some difficulty lifted his head, whimpering, nudging his nose on Taza’s hand and same time, strove to get up.

07- LONGZE INJURED AND IN DITCH

“Take it easy boy; I mean you no harm. Be still Longze… stay put, I’ll do my best to help you.” Taza talked to the dog soothingly as he, same time stroked the side of Longze’s keck.  He was good with animals that way. The poor thing was shivering, he was certainly freezing; without another thought, Taza took off his outer layer and wrapped it around the dog, to allow him some warmth. Understanding that he was also dehydrated, Taza fetched his waterskin; intelligent animal that Lonze was, he opened his mouth and allowed Taza to trickle some water down his throat.  

Taza next began tending the injured leg carefully as if he had all the time in the world. Fortunately, Taza had also packed some salve (lotion, ointment, balm), a healing liniment, which he carried in his pocket for just in case they got scraped or injured.

First, by rubbing some snow on the area, Taza carefully cleaned the laceration (slash) on the leg, then applied the salve on it. Next, he cut long strips off his tunic and used it to bandage the wound.

While he’d done all that, Kelan had stood by patiently, watching him intently, though he registered deep concern and impatience in his eyes, for they were in a snowy field, some ways off the path.  Kalen feared that when darkness descended on them, no one would know they are there. The sky laden with clouds and this, coupled with the diminishing light of the setting sun, would soon shroud (blanket) them in pitch darkness and invisible.

Just then, as if reading his mind, Taza suddenly looked up and addressed his little brother, “It’s no use, Kalen; I can’t leave Longze in this condition. You go on ahead to the church, without me.”

“Alone?” cried Kalen in a fearful voice. “No, I can’t. I can’t let you ... miss the Christmas Festival.”

“You are brave, just go on by yourself. I’ll be fine and, I’ll be right here when you come back. I must tend to his other needs; there is still more to be done.  I know he’s starving.”

Taza then questioned the canine: “How long has it been boy, since you’ve eaten?”  He asked the poor thing, not expecting any answer. He looked at those soulful eyes of Longze, who lacked (human speech) vernacular ability to communicate something that was obviously vital(critical)… That of which wasn’t about him…. It was something imperative, something else.

“How horrible it must be, to be without the faculty of human speech?”  Taza pensively nodded his head and then turned to look at Kalen, who remained reluctant to leave, and pleaded.
“Go on Kalen; please don’t make things any harder, I can’t leave him in this state!”

Kalen knitted his brows and pouted; then, with certain resignation, turned to go.

“Oh, wait…”  Taza suddenly urgently cried out, remembering something.  He then quickly reached deep into to his inner pocket and withdrew a treasured object for his little brother to take.

“I’d done some preliminary reading on this religion; offerings could also be made at this particular time for the souls of the departed; it will bring them apt solace in afterlife. If you get a chance, little brother, to slip up to the altar without getting in anyone's way, please take this little wooden angel (which I’ve carved) and (the copper  coin) the two pence, and place them all down, as our offering, before the icon (image) of their deity, for our parents’ sake, when no one is looking. That way it will be the same as me going there. "

08 -KALEN HOLDING ANGEL AND TWO COINS (15) JP 2

Kalen had simply nodded and then with a heavy heart left Taza; someways down, he looked back over his shoulder and saw that his brother Taza was now feeding the strips of dried meat they had taken along, to the one that needed it the most. Kalen smiled in approval, thinking how fortunate he was to have such a kind, loving brother, which made him feel that instant, warm and safe all over.

“You can do this; you are no coward!” Thereafter, sticking his chin out, he hastened his steps, to reach the procession of the people, that had alighted (descended) from their posh (grand) carriages and were presently ascending (climbing), the stairs of the Temple.

The decked-out interior of the great church was truly a magnificent place that night. The decorations, lights and glitter, all the displays, riches he’d never seen the like of before simply took his little breath away. A small urchin like himself was virtually invisible amidst the procession as they took their gifts for the Christ Child to the altar.
Some worshipers laid down wonderful jewels; some gave baskets with massive amounts of gold so heavy they could scarcely carry them down the aisle. A famed author laid down his prized work, a book he had, after many years, just completed.

09- FAMOUS AUTHOR OFFERS A BOOK

Then the King and Queen appeared in all their majesty, hoping, like the least petitioner, to win for themselves the music of the Christmas chimes. A great murmur rippled through the church as the people witnessed the King, additionally, taking his priceless golden crown, set with diamonds and rare precious gems, from his head and laying it to gleam on the alter as his offering to the Christ Child.

“Surely, “They intoned in unison, “Surely we shall hear the bells now.” But the chimes did not ring. Not even a whimper was heard.

When the gifts were all on the altar, prayers uttered, long sermon ended and finally, the choir began the closing hymn…. And still no chimes manifesting…. By degrees, the disappointed crowd, murmuring under their breath, slowly but surely, began to disperse.

Suddenly however, the organist had abruptly ceased (stopped) his playing; and everyone shocked (holding their breath), looked aghast at the old Priest, who was holding up his hand for silence.

“What’s this?” A hushed murmur rippled through the air.

For unmistakably, when the people strained their ears and listened hard, there came at first a manifest unearthly sound of akin harp; but then, resonating through the air, softly but distinctly, ensued (materialized) the heavenly music of the chimes in the tower!

The divine music seemed so far away and yet so clear. The notes were so much sweeter than any sound they had ever heard. Melody rising and falling in the sky was so entrancing that the people in the church held their breath and stood perfectly still.

Then they all stood up together and stared at the altar, wanting to see what great gift had awakened these long-silent chimes. But all the nearest of them saw was the figure of Kalen, who had crept softly down the aisle, perfectly unseen and placed Taza’s little wooden angel and the two pieces of copper on the altar. He’d then quickly left, never realizing the miracle he’d gifted to the people.

 

MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!

 The story could well end here, but not just yet.

 

The two brothers, Taza and Kalen, had followed the guidance of the Longze, part carrying him, part following him, that night, to finally, after a long trek, they had reached the wooden cabin at the edge of the forest.

Inside, they discovered, the ailing Erland, still in the grip of fever but stubbornly hanging onto life.

 Longze, with renewed strength had rushed to the side of his master, nuzzling Erland’s head and whimpering to him that help was there, to hang on. The warrior Erland seemed to understand his dog’s urgent pleas and forced open his eyes to take a good long look at Taza. He nodded his head and closed his eyes, though temporarily.

Taza, despite his young age, knew exactly what to do, for after his parent’s demise, he had diligently studied and acquired the amassed knowledge of how to cure this terrible fever which had taken so many lives.

He had been motivated since that time, with strong determination not to have this sickness rob anyone else of a loved one, not if he could help it. He’d poured into books absorbing, learning every bit of knowledge that provided the cure and moreover, he had sought the help of homeopathic healers nearby. And learned to identify the key plants that was helpful in eliminating some of the symptoms.  These accrued (combined) information permanently committed to memory; he set to work at once to help cure this ailing solitary warrior Erland.

As Taza tended to the sick warrior Erland, little brave Kalen and Longze proved two useful assistants in foraging (finding) the necessary herbs, which was essentially easy feat, once one knew where to find it

Local physicians could not have achieved what Taza did after a week; for he had put his heart and his very soul into curing Erland.  Taza during that week, many a night loosing sleep, had worked (diligently) tireless, long laborious hours, to diminish Erland’s fever and afford him comfort. Then as his condition began to improve, Taza nursed him back to health by providing him apt nourishment and allowing warrior’s own natural immune system to also assist in speeding up his convalescence. 

And yes, Erland finally recovered; he was so filled with gratitude and loved these two boys, understanding how very heroic, self-sacrificing, stoic, precious things they were, that he later, formally (legally) adapted them as his children. And so, a loving family (of four) was formed, including Longze of course.  Longza lived to a ripe old age (dog’s years), contended and never lacking for anything.

Erland was also, for the first time ever, was at peace with his past; he  spent the rest of his life protecting, nurturing Taza and Kalen and bringing them up proper and later still, passing on his warrior skills onto them.

 

The End

ENDURING FRIENDSHIP OF STEVOR AND THE INTREPID DRAGON LONGZE (PART 2)

(BoSt Original Story)

 

(PART 2)

 

After his eighteenth birthday, when his father passed away Stevor, now the master of the house, gave full reign to his suppressed, but no less diminished passions for the literary arts, and began composing (writing) a fantasy novel. Still fondly remembering his once longtime friend Longze and his wonderous accounts, the title aptly became: “The Adventures of Intrepid Longze from Lake Taho”

01- FANTASTIC CREATURES -JP

Stevor’s published book became an overnight sensation; everyone wanting to acquire (obtain) a copy. Bookstores could not keep it in stock. Children and adults alike loved the colourful exploits of Longze, triumphing over fearsome, fantastic creatures with inconceivable (incredible) supernatural powers when they threatened the mortal world, an altruistic kingdom, gallant warriors, righteous heroes or pitiable beasts or beings. These valiant and sometimes hair-raising accounts were often read out loud to captive audiences in teahouses or in private homes, with families seated by the hearth (fireside, in centre of home).  And yes, even Longze managed to obtain a copy, that quickly became his favorite book, as it was so vividly written by his secret, beloved human friend Stevor.

02- LONGZE READING BOOK

Stevor, possessing an innate, savvy financial sense (ability), frugally invested the gained income, in sound ventures, which within two years exponentially grew.  Thence (thereafter), unwittingly, he’d also become very rich and influential; this was not his life’s ambition however, he overall preferred a plain and peaceful existence.  He so abhorred (detested) his present circumstance, where which many rushed to befriend or ally with him, he was beset with so many requests, so many people fawning (toadying), that he became literally (factually), physically ill.

03- STEVOR  ( AT 21 YEARS OLD)-JP

After much consideration, selecting to live anonymously, he sold most of his assets and changed his name to Bo (which meant wavelike). He reserved only a small portion of the capital gains for his use and then incognito dispensed the majority funds to charitable organizations, therefore, bettering countless lives, man or beast.

His present modest residence was now at a remote countryside; nevertheless, he often frequented the isolated shoreline of Lake Taho, hoping to meet his friend Longze, but alas, never did.

05- -HEALING RESORT NEAR LAKE TAHO

After his twentieth birthday, having set aside some money, he undertook a journey to the healing resort at one of the remote, private islands within Lake Taho, that his present trusted associate Zoir had told him about. While staying there, Bo made the acquaintances of a very distinguished looking literati named Rennis, the only one whom he had inexplicably been drawn to (intrigued by).

06- RENNIS (LONGZE  LOOKING PURPOSELY YOUNGER)

Rennis was actually a taciturn (reticent) scholar often accompanied by a stern-faced, stout steward (custodian), who seemed more akin his jailer. Rennis had conceded (agreed) to an invitation to tea, only after his guardian’s discreate inquiry revealed that Bo was safe (risk-free), and that he was there seeking much needed mental solace and recovery from a minor, raspatory ailment, resultant of a recent ordeal, the specifics of which, however, had remained a mystery.  

07- DEPICTED RAVEN SPIRIT (GUARDIANS OF LONGZE (14))

As it was lonely in that healing place, Bo befriended Rennis (Longze) and, finding much in common especially their mutual love of Lake Taho, they spend every available free time enjoying each other’s company. They often took long walks, conversed over game of chess, indulged in nutritional drinks (a concoction to renew vitality) which was the specialty of the spa, participated in composing prose, painting and calligraphy, shared several evening repasts and so forth.

During their time together, Rennis’s companion Chemosh always vigilant, kept his aloof distance, never smiling, never actively participating in any of their activities.  Chemosh, both intrigued and same time, inexplicably, threatened Bo.

Then, one night Bo taking a solitary walk under the moonlit sky, he happened to spot Chemosh, though from afar. Bo’s eyes in that instance, had been inexplicably drawn to other’s raven pitch black hair that was unusual in sense, that it shone with silvery sheen, particularly under the rays of moonlight.  Moreover, astutely observing him, Bo (Stevor) could not shake the uneasy feeling that he’d sensed Chemosh’s presence, long before this, back at his mansion once, then in the city street, hovering within the shadows.

Just then, another revelation dawned on Bo; yes, he’d also seen Chemosh’s spitting image in an ancient painting at the Dragon Temple, depicted as an avenging, warrior raven spirit!

08- CHEMOSH -GUARDIAN  OF LONGZE (9)

It was pure coincidence. Bo (Stevor) shook his head, quickly dismissing that notion as preposterous; and thence (thereafter), he also quickly dismissed the encroaching, foreboding feeling gripping his heart. However, reluctant to return, from his hiding place, he continued to spy on Chemosh. 

Chemosh, standing by an ancient tree, was partially concealed in that semi darkness; however, he seemed to be engaged in serious conversation with an invisible entity. He looked as though he was rendering a report of some kind, to his contact.

At that juncture, however, sensing Bo’s presence, Chemosh abruptly turned, and even though Bo (Stevor) had nimbly (adroitly) retreated behind a huge tree trunk, Chemosh pinned his burning gaze on the very trunk, as though he could see right through it, and frowned.

09- LONGZE'S VULNERABILITY SHOWING

Bo’s (Stevor’s) heart skipped a beat, for he was suddenly gripped by a menacing foreboding; nevertheless, as he’d climbed under the covers later that night, he’d already made up his mind not to say anything about this to Rennis just yet, though from then on to more astutely observe (monitor) Chemosh for any indication (sing, clue) of treachery.  

Subsequent night, after repast while Bo and Rennis shared the rare jug of spirits (wine), this time, fortunately without the presence of the guard, under the moonlight,  Bo (Stevor), ceasing this chance, delicately broached the subject that had been praying on his mind, and asked Rennis, “Your companion with his haughty(derisive) manner seems to be more  an overseer (supervisor, boss)  than a steward (custodian, protector); as your affectionate (caring), true hearted  friend this concerns me deeply, may I be so bold as to ask, what kind of hold does he have on you?”

At first, Rennis (Longze) in answer, had pensively looked away; he seemed as though he wanted to unburden himself, however just as quickly, his face became taut, and instead he, smiling, had (ejected) responded, “As per your characters in your books, you have quite an imagination. Are you surreptitiously composing another supernatural tale, which I will be represented as the tragic hero?” He did not know why he had said this.

Bo’s head was bowed low, his downcast eyes pensively now for a while stayed (remained) focused on the floor tiles as he mused: “Under this new pseudo name, I have published no such books…Supernatural or otherwise? … Did he somehow discern my true identity; did he perceive that I was…? “Bo bit his lip, vehemently denying this probability; but then, he looked furtively at his friend Rennis, for his senses had just then picked up something else, something that was overwhelmingly penetrating, some unspoken foreboding…. Sense of vulnerability?

10- STEVOR IS IN PERIL

But whatever it was, the impression had vanished as quickly as it manifested; now Bo (Stevor) was left befuddled (puzzled) and totally in the dark, as though, missing something which had been prior, vital.  Meanwhile, Rennis’ features looked so hauntingly familiar; Bo (Stevor) could not place when, where or how long ago he’d met the other. This intuitive perception had gnawed at his innards, ever since of their first meeting (encounter).

Bo (Stevor) heaved a deep sigh then quietly grumbled under his breath, not intending for Rennis to hear it, “I searched for so long for my dear friend Longze, why has there been no trace of him till now, perhaps he’s perished, or is long since dead?”

“Or perhaps not.” The words had escaped Rennis’s lips, before he could stop it. Bo (Stevor) looked up aghast, hope springing anew in his heart. His searching eyes met Rennis’s, as he asked: “What, do you know of Longze? Have you seen him?”

Rennis (Longze) however, strove for damage control and smiling, shrugged, “How can I? Isn’t he a fictitious character in that famed book?”

Longze hated deceiving his friend; but he had been seriously warned that the next breach would be more catastrophic for him.  He was monitored constantly for his unusual attachment to human beings, this seen as a blight, an illness to be forced out of him, remedied (cured).

He ached to speak the truth to tell Stevor, “Yes, when we first met, I thought it was a coincidence of gaffe (slip) of fate that brought us together. I was so naïve, so gullible, as I was still young. You have no idea of the danger you faced when you followed me to my prison disguised as home. I wanted to forewarn you but was silenced on that score. I was the bate. He was my captor and harsh, exacting guard who tormented me often, so devoid of least mercy he was; long before you came along and long after, I lived precariously in the bosom of an evil spirit, that despised humans and without qualm, devoured all. You were spared for this second test, which I unfortunately, again failed to pass.”  He could not, however, utter any of this to Stevor; as it were, now that Stevor with his acute sense, suspected an irregularity in Chemosh and would not stop with his investigating (prying)him; this would hasten the inevitable. For it was Stevor’s life that was in peril, not Longze’s; and understanding this, Longze raptly searched his brain for a way to protect Stevor.

Longze’ eyes now brimmed with tears, grasping the truth,  that he’d been so properly and with guile duped into believing he’d been allowed this leeway just this once, on the stipulation that he kept his true identity from his friend, Bo (Stevor), whereas, the whole time Stevor’s sealed fate, regardless, had been placed at the periphery of peril (hazard, menace) and once again, he’d been played as the bate, the lure,  of so wicked a fate. Bo (Stevor) was sighted for punishment come what may, because of the forbidden content of his novel, where which he had unknowingly revealed many of the truths that had been forbidden to mortal realms, truths that Longze had in all innocence revealed to him in his eager enthusiasm because finally he was being heard, causing Stevor this harm. Both, back then as they had shared confidences, had inadvertently trespassed, breached, one of the ancient (unbreakable) laws of Heaven. There were so many rules and regulations, Longze could never keep track of it. This was his blunder (fault) which he’d already been severely punished for and now he would be forced (as added castigation, chastisement), to eyewitness his friend’s ignoble (mean) demise.

11- LONGZE 5 (15)

Past number of years Longze, found guilty for one violation or other, consequently, had borne (abided, swallowed) the countless unimageable torments as penances (reprimand); in truth however, all that he’d endured and would further endure, had been essentially, a veiled (cloaked),  strict, exacting schooling (training), precisely to (shape) mold his innate character before his true omnipotent power inevitably surfaced and was unleashed upon both worlds by his future self. 

The results (of his ordeals) thus far had not disappointed the Supreme power, for Longze had indomitably and intrepidly (valiantly) overcame all challenges and emerged from his practises (training, drills, performs), exactly as he was meant to be.

Longze’s supposed parents, meanwhile, were not what he’d been led to believe. His genetic factor (gene, DNA) were an anomaly (glitch, variance), his secret lineage for reasons known only to the Supreme God, was far more ancient (primordial), peerless (unique) and absolute (supreme); moreover, what Longze did not know and was never supposed to discern, was the fact he was not just a dragon; he was actually much, much more powerful than that, only by design his inner primordial powers to present, had been, methodically (systematically), deliberately and in some cases brutally checked (blocked), albeit temporarily.  Hope was that it would be forever curtailed, preventing hence, the unimaginable devastation (catastrophe) to both Heaven and Earth. 

Ancient doctrines had made mention of this prophecy (divination) and the consequential, unprecedented dilemma requiring an apt future solution. The appended amendment had a key clause, which in part stipulated that, in this case Longze, be a willing participant and be granted the final say in that ultimate outcome.

But let’s not get ahead ….

                                                                                               ~

 

During his youthful lifespan (his early lifecycle) to present, Longze had been repeatedly forewarned by his custodians (coaches, stewards, sentinels) to tame his rebel nature and not to intercede in the affairs of the mortal realm. His stringent, forceful tutors, his guardians, over the years had noted his unusual attachment to the human beings, and despite strong deterrence, he’d yet again befriended this one called Stevor (Bo). At present, moreover, he was poised to intervene either to prevent, or to alter, Stevor’s (Bo’s) portended (imminent) odious fate.

His custodians’ dire warnings, despite the consequential 50 years harsh sentence (penalty, reprimand), in which time Longze would suffer in various mortal form, enduring all manner of pain, loss and unbearable sorrow, had again fallen on deft ears. But Longze could not simply stand by and not do anything to save his friend from certain ignoble catastrophe, not when it was within his means to change it. Besides which, Longze intuitively knew that his immortal soul would somehow (persevere) survive the impending (future) harsh punishment and that he would (one day return to Earth and again) continue as before, whereas Stevor (Bo) being mortal would not; hence, Longze knew what he must do next.

“No evidence, no breach.” and so, Longze cast a spell over the entire mortal world and everyone ( all and sundry), one and all,  making everyone forgot that such a book had ever existed; furthermore, overnight, every single book, every single copy, even those about to be printed, Stevor’s highly acclaimed fantasy novel: “The Adventures of Intrepid Longze from Lake Taho”, overnight was reduced to dust. All over, in its place, literally, where the book once happened to be, now stood a clump of sand. Not a single copy survived and unfortunately, even Longze’s own copy had suffered the same fate.

Before the guards could haul him in chains up to Heaven, to answer for his most recent grievous violation, Longze paid a quick visit to his friend Stevor and teary-eyed, offering Stevor some cogent (convincing, logical) excuse, bid his dear old friend, his fond farewells.

12- LONGZE'S GIFT BOX

Longze imparted to Stevor a small box as a gift to be opened on his upcoming birthday, which Longze again surprised Stevor, by his knowing that it would be in three days time. Inside was precious gems that would sustain Nevets in comfort the rest of his natural life, never wanting for anything.

Longze left his friend’s side, with a heavy but placated heart, knowing Stevor would now live to a ripe old age, even though they would never meet again in this lifetime.

The End

 

 ENDURING FRIENDSHIP OF STEVOR AND THE INTREPID DRAGON LONGZE (PART 1)

(B0St original story)

PART I

 

01 A - GUARDIAN RORKOR

 

A long, long time ago there was a fierce and mighty general named Geron Muller who never lost a single battle. His military prowess (brilliant strategies and martial competency) rendered him invincible, so that the very mention of his name was enough to send ripples of fear through the enemy ranks. Each battle was won without fail because of his tactical proficiency, brave officers and well-disciplined armies. In his mid years General Geron Muller’s glorious military vocation (career) suffered a serious setback when he received a devastating blow from the blade of an ardent (fervid) opponent. The strike was so severe, it had sliced through tendon (like butter) and cut halfway into the bone; therefore, it crippled his sword arm and put an end to the legend of his invincibility.

01- THE GENERAL GERON MULLER

Forced to retire to his country estate, which was by a beautiful lake Taho, he allowed his well-meaning friends to coerce him into a marriage. The day a boy was born to him was the greatest day of his life and filled his heart with hopes and dreams. The son named Stevor, bereft of his mother at birth, was still projected to fulfill Geron’s great aspirations. Hence, at barely five years of age the boy was subjected to gruelling military discipline and tutelage.

“I’m greatly disappointed in that boy.” Geron Muller confessed to a confidante one day at dusk as they shared a fine wine out on the veranda under the fool moon’s gaze. “What would it take to turn him into the kind of a warrior which would make me proud?” Geron lowering his gaze, heaved a deep exasperated sigh. “I’ve tried everything without much success; no amount of threat, pressure, or coaxing will deliver the result I seek. He is intelligent enough, physically fit, and agile enough in wielding the sword,” he shook his head grumpily, “but just doesn’t have it in him to be a fine warrior.”

02- NORSEK

“Do not lose heart my friend.” The confidante Norsek reached over and placed a comforting hand on Geron’s shoulder,” The boy is only five years in age after all,” he paused for emphasis, “and he does have some mighty boots to fill. Perhaps he will surprise us all by sprouting martial wings in his subsequent years.” He chuckled as he swallowed another mouthful of the fine wine.

“No. I have always been farsighted in such matters. I can see the writing on the wall. He will always be a disappointment to me.” Geron Muller shook his head morosely.

True enough, the subsequent years proved him right. The boy, Stevor, showed more inclination towards the literary arts (calligraphy, still life painting, prose, writing fiction) and excelled in them with the least effort whereas he struggled to achieve more than a mediocre rank in every aspect of his military training. As a result, Geron Muller refused to have anything to do with the boy and spent his days drinking and carousing with his close associates. However, the boy had more in common with Geron than his father had realized; for one thing, Stevor was courageous, passionate in his pursuits and rather strong willed and as hot tempered as his father. To blow off steam (to vent his amassed rage), he often took long, meditative walks along the shoreline of the lake Taho.

“There is no denying it; I have a father that hates me.” He would often grumble and stomp his feet hard on the ground, periodically kicking up clumps of sand. “Never once has he tried to see things my way…. Heaven knows I’ve tried and tried to appease him but his expectations are far too unrealistic. How can anyone achieve those high standards of his. Why should I hang around only to be berated from dawn till dusk?”

Consequently, the dejected seven-year-old Stevor simply seized the opportunity one day when his father was away and fled his despised circumstance. At daybreak, while the servants still were asleep, he took with him only a few of his prized possessions, a small knife, some dry food and the water skin, then quietly snuck through the back gate without anyone knowing it.

“I will take my chance in the outside world. How much worse can it be?” A coward he was not.

03- THE BOY STEVOR -JP

Subsequently, launching the small boat (dinghy) into the water, at the narrowing part of lake Taho, he rowed and rowed riding the waves and soon reached the other side. He climbed ashore, carefully concealed the dinghy amidst the tall bushes, then following the various goat-paths he began ascending (climbing) the tall mountain, to make it much harder for his would-be pursuers to track him. In his seven-year-old heart, meanwhile, he carried the unrealistic hope of reaching the summit, possibly in one day, so as to enjoy the much-anticipated panoramic view. But the arduous (challenging) topography, wilderness (backwoods) and the dense forest did not make things easy for any robust seasoned hiker or hunter, much less a naïve, though zealous minor; hence, Stevor soon came to regret this decision.  Meanwhile, halfway up the mountain, his meagre dry rations long gone, for he hadn’t planned too wisely, he had begun to subsist mainly on berries and roots, as his compassionate heart was acutely averse (opposed) to hunting.

Nearing dusk, a sudden violent gust of wind arose, billowing the clouds up into an ominous flotilla that soon swallowed the sun. The forest creatures scurried off to seek shelter and Stevor likewise sought apt refuge from the impending heavy downpours. He was fortunate to find what he thought was a small grotto (a cavern, cave). But small it was not; it seemed to reach way into the dark depths, which he decided not to venture too far into, fearing resident wild beasts, or, with his wild imagination giving reign, monsters or goblins. He was only seven years old after all.

Getting right down to business, he fetched (collected) some kindling, firewood, sticks and twigs that were strewn about at the mouth of the cave, then adroitly started a small campfire and set beside it, to alleviate the bone chilling cold of the soggy night. His interest was for a time held captive by the curtain of rain at the outside; meanwhile the fire afforded him both light and certain security from marauding (prowling) animals. Feeling famished, he rummaged trough his small bundle and finding few forgotten dried strips of meat packaged in brown wax paper which he’d placed there some prior time, he eagerly retrieved it and devoured it within seconds.  As he chewed the last bit, his ravenous hunger not at all satiated, his eye suddenly just then caught (he spotted) a coiled up white snake, who, with his head slightly raised was intently watching him. Stevor felt that this was no ordinary snake, as it seemed to have two tiny projections on his head; furthermore, he was outside of his element, shouldn’t he be swimming in Lake Taho instead of hiding in this cave? Just then their eyes met and both with certain curiosity, continued to study the other.

Unbidden, the memory of the succulent portions (morsels) of snake meat alongside specialty herbs and vegetables swimming in delicious bouillabaisse, intruded in Stevor’s mind and he absently licked his lips. This specialty potage (broth) with choice ingredients, for longevity, was always prepared without fail, on those special occasions, like his eight birthday which would be coming up in five days. Snake bisque was chef Yeru’s signature dish. More than one occasion Stevor had snuck into the kitchen and watched the entire procedure.

“It won’t be the same, just grilled over a campfire, but …. Hmmmm! “He hissed under his breath, wandering if he should make the attempt.  Reluctant though he was to skewer the pretty white sea serpent and roast him over fire, hunger pains being an apt incentive, he kept his eyes pinned on the snake.

The white sea serpent seemingly perceiving what was on Stevor’s mind, he blinked his eyes and defiantly flicked his fork tongue at him; then, the very moment Stevor shifted his stance, to dart and to grasp him, the little white serpent, poof, suddenly disappeared. A moment later he reappeared behind Stevor, and seemingly angry, raised his head, poised to strike.  But then a strange rumination (deliberation), perhaps a flicker of mercy, momentarily registering in those blazing (flaming) blue/red eyes, he halted his aim. He seemed to be rather intrigued by what he’d intuitively (telepathically) grasped from this human boy’s mind, his memories, past experiences unravelling in rapid succession, before him.  What happened next was still more unbelievable. The white snake quickly grew to a monstrous proportion, only to intimidate, but not to harm him.

Stevor who was now dwarfed by the serpent’s size, he nevertheless stoically stood his ground and brandishing his small blade (dagger), eyed those terrible fangs. The snake hesitated, and desiring not to escalate this gross misunderstanding, he shape-shifted (altered) instead, stealing Stevor’s breath, as he transformed into a fierce, mighty dragon!

04-DRAGON IN  A CAVE (5)

“You can’t eat me now!” The stanch (resolute) voice with a hint of joshing (teasing) sentiment sounded in Stevor’s head.

Just then out of the blue (unpredictably), a shrill cry manifesting out of nowhere, shook the very foundation of the entire cave and few loosened rocks and clumps of earth reigned down, barely missing them ; subsequently, the fierce dragon who looked visibly alarmed and petrified, nodded his head to Stevor and instantly vanished (disappeared) into thin air. That same instant, the ambers of the campfire had flickered, dimmed and then got extinguished altogether by the icy breeze that had suddenly swept through the cavern’s entrance, making Stevor chilled to the very marrow (core). Inexplicable fear coursing through his veins, cloaked in pitch darkness, Stevor stood perfectly still for a time, striving to understand this surging, foreboding feel.

“What was that?” Eventually he snapped out of it.

  “Blast! I could have ….” Stevor then stamped his foot in a hot fury, for he’d missed the opportunity of obtaining single verification (proof), of his contact with a numinous (mystical, supernatural) snake which had turned into a live Dragon. This uncanny experience would have proven to his father, once and for all, that he wasn’t a weakling; but now, without a shred of evidence, who would believe his intrepid brush (confrontation) with the dragon. Despondently (glumly) hence, he curled up at the corner, leaned his back to the cave’s wall and closed his eyes hoping to at least to catch forty winks (catnap, sleep).

Dawn came quickly enough, and he at once rising to his feet, beginning at the entrance, his eyes avidly searched the ground for any residue, imprints or tracks that might have been left behind by the white serpent or the dragon. By late afternoon, as his expanded quest had still not born any fruit, on the point of quitting, he suddenly however, felt a rush of crisp air that stung his cheeks and ruffled his hair. Tree limbs likewise stirred (whipped, thrashed) by the rapid air that rustled the leaves as tall grass all about him swayed violently in the precipitous, punishing wind.

“What’s that?” He rubbed his eyes in disbelief and focusing more intently, his gaze followed (tracked) the little white serpent that had just then disappeared (retreated) under the yonder (afar) shrub?

Forsaking safety, he at once rushed after it. But then when he reached the exact spot, instead of a snake he saw a little boy, much younger than he, dressed plainly, about three or four, crouching and poking the ground with a stick. He simply looked up and smiled at him unafraid. “Would you like to play with me?” He asked in all innocence.

05-LITTLE LONGZE

“Are you lost, little boy?” Stevor inquired.

The seemingly mischievous, though sweet little boy answered him with a gentle shaking of the head.

Stevor looked about him fearfully, expecting the reemergence (return) of the white snake or the dragon but instead, just beyond the trees he spotted a trail of smoke curling up from the treetops which told of a dwelling. His eyes raised to the sky next, frowning, he considered the quickly amassing, flotilla of clouds that would make the twilight rapidly encroach on them. The recent danger still fresh in his mind, he shook his head and said, “You shouldn’t be out here at this time and all alone! Come, I’ll walk you home.” He reached out and gently cupped the little boy’s hand and together they walked towards the trail of smoke. Once they had cleared the dense foliage (shrubbery)and then the cluster of trees (small forest), the modest size wooden cabin perched solidly on a massive rock by a cliff’s edge come into view. The sheer drop of the cliff at the side of the house led to a thin margin of sandy beach down below, to an inhospitable segment of lake Taho.

As they approached the dwelling, suddenly the door creaked open and an intimidating, over seven feet tall, brawny (muscular), stalwart warrior, though he was dressed in plain clothes, with long raven black hair past his broad shoulders that filled the door-frame,  briskly stepped outside (emerged from the door); he cast a long, assessing (scrutinizing), stern look at Stevor then shifted his angry gaze to rest on the boy.

06- THE STERN CUSTODIAN RORKOR

Devoid of affection (tenderness), he was clearly not the little boy’s parent, but, as Stevor was to learn later, an unwilling custodian named Rorkor, set to the task of caring for Longze, at this desolate sector. Subsequently, Rorkor reluctantly and coldly had extended his polite greetings to Stevor; and after his perfunctory thanks for returning Longze, in safety to this abode, he had civilly invited Stevor inside to share their evening repast and perhaps stay for the night.

 Stevor, when he stepped inside, was at first bit unnerved, seeing that he was expected and that there was an additional plateful already placed at the table for him; nevertheless, he quickly took up his seat next to the boy.

Stevor, ate his fill of, strange though delicious, a varied vegetarian spread (feast) heaped on his plate, and drunk clear refreshing liquids (sweet concoctions), feeling more at ease as the night progressed. Conversation at dinner was polite and trivial (unimportant). Though at one point when, Stevor during desert decided to unburden his fear about the supernatural entities (white serpent and the Dragon) he’d encountered prior to meeting Longze, he noted Rorkor and his ward (charge)Longze exchanging a brief curious look between them. Then, after a flicker of amusement brushing his lips, Rorkor had smiled tautly, his smile never reaching his cold eyes, and waved a dismissive hand at Stevor’s assiduous (persistent) deep concern about his charge’s well being should he encounter the same perceived dangerous entities. His subsequent reassuring manner and words soon put this fear out of Stevor’s thoughts.

07- STEVOR EATING DINNER

After the meal, seated by the hearth (fireplace), Stevor learned succinctly that Longze, had been orphaned in his infancy; and that, Longze’s parents had been expunged (curious use of word for death), while he was barely a week old. His parents had been consequently executed, for their serious breach of one of the stringent laws; the custodian, however, did not elaborate on the nature of the breach, just that they had been found guilty and properly dealt with. Longze, being an innocent infant, was spared punishment and allowed instead, to grow up, though under Strick scrutiny.

After they had retired to their respective rooms, the two boys sharing Longze’s bed, had at first truly strove to get some slumber. But days exciting events still fresh on their mind, with many ideas and thoughts yet to be shared, they had instead sat up and in whispers, continued their happy banter (chitchat), which incidentally lasted till small hour of the night.

Stevor had at first landed an interested ear to the incessant rumblings of excited Longze and to his long, elaborate accounts of his past adventures, some too fantastic to believe; but eventually Stevor’s eyelids slowly but surely had drooped (sagged, then altogether closed), as he felt utterly exhausted by the culminating set of events and exchanges till then.  His earlier lengthy search of the woods prior to meeting Longze had already depleted some of his physical strength, this, compounded with taxing verbal exchange with Rorkor after repast and, the sustained lively chitchat with Longze thereon, all in all, had him utterly beat.  His mortal physique being no match to their unending energy, furthermore, the warmth of the luxuriously soft down-filled quilt that he’d crawled under, naturally induced him to have forty winks. He did not know when or how, but his mind and body had at some point surrendered, rendering him dead to the world.

He woke up at dawn with a start, at first not knowing where he was; but gradually, as the realization set in, Stevor smiled and turning, watched for a while, captivated by the peaceful, serene face of Longze whose eyelids were still closed in deep sleep. Though Stevor did not know this, but Longze’s eventual sleep, for the first time ever, had been tranquil and devoid of his usual nightmares. He woke up few minutes later, fully charged and again, bursting with zealous energy.

08- DELIGHTED  LITTLE LONGZE

Rorkor seeing that the boys got along exceptionally well, and strangely enough Longze was now well behaved, which allowed him some reprieve from his detested, burdensome task of baby-sitting unruly Longze, extended the invitation of Stevor’s stay for another week or more.

Stevor subsequently spent his days talking, exchanging stories, playing or foraging at the narrow strip of sandy shore, of the lake Taho; which was accessible, only through the precarious, winding, angular-descending path.  He would have been content to stay there forever but one day Longze, looking very said, told him, “Tomorrow is the last day I can play with you.” And before he could inquire further, his eyes tearing, he’d ran off into the cabin (chalet, lodge). The dinner was consumed in utter silence, and everyone went to bed early that night.

The subsequent morning when Stevor awoke, he found himself beside a grove of trees up on a hilltop, in the midst of a plush pile of grass that had kept him both dry and warm. Strangely enough, there was no sign of a wooden abode (cottage) or garden anywhere. Just then he heard the sound of hound dogs and then sighted numerous mounted, armed man loaded with game of the hunt, racing towards him. They had been searching for the entire lakeside, for him, having discovered the concealed boat (dinghy) amidst the tall bushes (bullrushes), for the past several days and promptly delivered him to his home.

09-  GERON MULLER

He expected the welcome he received from his father; “You ungrateful beast; how dare you be so defiant; if you weren’t my only offspring I would have had you whipped within an inch of your life then have your body torn asunder and fed to the wild dogs, for this! But don’t think your punishment will be any less severe. You deserve no leniency from me, and be assured, there are ways to make you regret your actions!”

In the subsequent days and weeks, Stevor faced the wrath of his father whose anger could not be assuaged with no amount of yelling and threats. Stevor received his punishments stoically however, enduring an even more restrictive, austere regimen than previously, one that was supposedly to build his character.

 

(END OF PART 1)