PHOENIX RISING Starring "Aneeka Altmaier Nicolzah" (19)

On the cover is my amazing daughter,
BLOODLINE FOURTH COUNTESS:
DEACON
Lady Aubrey Rose Nicolzah
(Awe-Bee-Whoa, according to Maxine at two)
"Aneeka Altmaier Nicolzah"
PRIMAL MASTER AT ARMS
HEAD WSO
(SEATED)

Aubrey Rose Nicolzah https://www.facebook.com/

My Dad's 1st attempt at poetry truly...! What do you's tink?

I STAND ALONE
A poem by COUNT: V V Nicolzah

"As I stand upon this stage of life, a solitary figure with a head full of questions and a heart ablaze with fire.
In the depths of my soul, confusion reigns supreme, as I ponder the enigma (pro·nounced ennema foe you white folk) that is my very own being.
Oh, the symphony of madness that echoes in my mind, a whirlwind of thoughts, a tempest so hard to define.
I scratch my own forking head, bewildered and amazed at the twisted, tangled path that my existence has paved.
Like a thunderous... "SHITE-STORM!"

(ROFLMAO! Wha-tah Dork!)


"WARNING!"
This kid here is a lil... "BRAT!"
Written all over her... "FACE!"
(Just look at her sarcastic expression in dah darn photo! She be all... PROUD OF HER-SELF-EN-CHIT!)

No sir, she is not my offspring! She belongs to that Kalispel "TROUBLEMAKER" tribe, cross-dah-way! Yeah, good ole Awe-Bee-Whoa can communicate in TWO languages! Fluent English in addition her Native Ameican tongue,
"SH... MACK"
Awarded, "Instigator of the Month!"
"I'm not lying to ya! It's written all over her... FACE!"

The poor thing came home from work last summer, just crying her little heart out!

What a pity!

"Wud ah mabber, Nee-kee?" I asked taking her shaky body into my warm, loving arms for comfort.

"I got fired today!"

"WHAT?" I exclaimed in near shock! "HOW? What happened, dear?"

"I gave up my seat on the bus to a lil old lady... and... and my boss fired me for it!" She whimpered.

Then it occurred to me! OH YA! She's one of my pupils! This is to be expected!

"WOW! I'm sure it'll be in the paper tomorrow...
While still on probation, "DIETZEL FRITZ" student driver hands over her driving privileges to a lil ol', fricking... lady, while operating the county's lil ol', fricking... SHUTTLE BUS!"

I shook my head in awe! "ARE YOU... FRICKING KIDDING ME, AUBREY?"

I then congratulated her with a HIGH FIVE!
"YOU ARE SO... FRICKING-STEIN COOL, DUDE!"
Nee-kee has made her poppa very, very proud!

PROUD FATHER OF SEVEN, BY GOLLY!

(Yo! They like, wanted tah throw my "*SS in the KAN for that chit!)

YA, I'm perfectly aware that I could have something to do with it! But we ain't talkin 'bout me, either! In this narrative, she's the one with the attitude problems, not I!

"NAH DAH!" Just haven some fun with a very old joke!

(The little fart is sitting right next to me on this love seat laughing her butt off as she watches me write this nonsense!)
"OH, HOW I LOVE THIS TREASURED DARLING OF MINE!"

"Got MILK?"
Nope! So far, just a ton of spare time!
A typical day at the Nicolzahs!








PHOENIX RISING
A novel by COUNT: V V Nicolzah
Novel #64
(unedited/unabridged. Copywrite protected)


“What time I am afraid, I will trust in thee.”
Psalm 56:3
(KJV)


Prologue

Most old-timers thought that the Valkyrie: Drakkatorreah Pheonix was from Serbia, while some claimed Norway.

H*ll! To tell the truth, no one ever knew!

It doesn't seem like much now, but it was a big deal back in the day!

Gee, Willikers! I must agree that radiant, dedicated little warrior honey was quite the spectacle on the front lines.

She was definitely rocking in her California summery battle outfit, drinking on that Frikken MAI TAI! Quite an exciting sight one may say!
HEY! How on earth can she keep that d*mn thing on?
Isn't it unconventional and unjust to fight on an all-male battlefield dressed as such? What a naughty little fart!

HOLY CHIT was Europe ever in disbelief! She certainly helped raise the enemies' spirits though! Among other things.

This is especially noticeable when she dismounts her armored horse. The blonde beauty looked to have a black Playboy Bunny tattooed smack dab on her right tushy! WHOA! WELL, HELLO THERE! AIN'T YOU AN ADORABLE LITTLE THANG!

I guess that was her rank! Nevertheless, given the present conditions, that remains just theoretical. STILL...!

Later, records revealed that Drakkatorreah Darva Phoenix was born in the magnificent Abbey Carta Monastery in South Central Transylvania, Romania, in the Year of Our Lord Sixteen-Sixty-Six.

They assumed Drakkatorreah was born right under the Diazinon Cross, at the renowned Abbey Carta, but that was a complete farce! She didn't even belong on this planet!

Yes. The reality is that she was born in the year 1666, but not on Earth! She was born in the historic city of Saint Bethlehem on Titan, one of Saturn's numerous and magnificent moons.

Drakkatorreah was a full-blooded, hot-tempered Titanian with a pessimistic attitude! What a charming disposition!

Darva was transferred from the heavenly, fifth dimension to the less extreme three-dimensional world of Abbey Carta few hours after birth by Saint Catherine of Alexandria.

An angel of Christ brought a unique communication to Sister Clara of Transylvania, penned by Saint Catherine of Alexandria herself, emphasizing the importance of the Abbey Carta sisters accepting the task of nurturing this critically endangered Royal Offspring.

Suddenly, after reading the message, a small newborn emerged in Sister Clara's loving, warm arms. The startle nearly dispatched the old lady!

"Oh, my! Oh, dear! What on earth... do we have here?" She chirped. "HEY! HEY WHAT'S GOING ON?"

Realizing this, she swiftly examined an unclothed child before covering her with the top layer of her coif. Sister Clara gave the child another short glance.

"Oh, my goodness! You are about the tiniest of little things, are you not? And those gorgeous, big blue eyes... THEY'RE HUGE!" she said with a giggle. "OH MY! I'm going to have a blast adoring you, little one!"

Sister Clara then spotted two tiny fangs coming from either side of the infant's little mouth. "HUM! What have we got here?" She looked closer, considering the bizarre apparition. Only now did she comprehend the gravity of the unusual circumstance. The infant responded with innocent eyes.

"Either Saint Catherine has sent me an adorable alien to somehow raise... or...!" She held the infant up. "Or... you are a teeny, weeny demon." She gave out a worried sigh. "Which is it, lil pooper!"

Darva Phoenix's weak, unstable existence began much like this. Doomed to never experience love and have nowhere to call home.

The church allowed her to face the truth on a daily basis. Some would label this an act of wickedness, while others thought it was just Darva Phoenix's fate. Shameful, certainly!

Darva was a very smart youngster growing up. She learned at an early age that no one beyond the monastery's holy walls could be trusted. And how correct she was!

Darva was not to blame for her anxieties or her unexpected emotional outbursts. The majority of these psychiatric illnesses may be attributed to her bidimensional/dual split personality mentality.

When her multidimensional personalities clashed, she would often have intense episodes that were difficult for her to deal with. Frequently leaving her horribly unwell once she returns to her shared 3D reality.

Darva suffered from a severe and uncommon personality condition known as INFJ (Introversion-Intuition-Feeling-Judging), which frequently left her depressed and confused. Like a lost soul struggling to overcome her anxieties and waves of rage on an eternal figure-eight cycle.

She had never experienced the warmth of genuine friendship, nor did she know any of her true family. They imprisoned her on Earth, alone and in pain, with no quick way out.

Darva met an eccentric and rather elegant Danish lad named Shannon Casper Christensen at the Oakcrest High prom 10 years prior, when she was eighteen. Uninvited?

"PARTY-CRASHER!"

First and foremost, Sister Abigale and Sister Kimmi had to slip Darva out of the dormitory after the final muster at eight, instantly realizing how difficult the escape would be! There were village and courtyard guards everywhere.

It was then when Darva received her first taste of true independence on April 29th, 1684, as she couldn't leave the convent premises until she was an adult.

Oh my gosh! This may be difficult for you to accept, but I assure you that what I am about to tell you is legitimate!

Allow me to recount the events, my new friend!

Chapter 1

When Nightmares Come to Fruition

act I


“This is such a stupid idea!” whispered, Sister Kimmi. “I think we should wait until after lights out! Much wiser strategy!”

Sister Abigale whipped around with her right index finger smashed hard against her closed lips. “DO YOU MIND!” she hissed loudly. “I’m trying to eavesdrop right at the moment!”

Just then footsteps approached from somewhere near the old spiral staircase, which was the only way up or down the east-end watch tower of Abbey Carta.

“PSST! Abbie! Someone coming!”

Old rusty door hinges slowly creaked, breaking the moment of silence. Sister Kimmi froze with bulging eyes, shifting rapidly from right to left, listening diligently. The sentry knocked over a box of old, dusty books, as there were many in the room. Then came a shuffle and the old, heavy door re-closed.

Sister Abigale paused, heart pounding. “Just the east-end guard making his rounds is all.”

“YEAH RIGHT!” Sister Kimmi acknowledged in a hoarse murmur. “And about this room! HUH?”

Sister Abigale’s expression went sour as she slowly turned. “You took the only key off of the master ring that opens this door ... ASS-MONKEY! Now shut the hell up, will yaw!”

Sister Kimmi glared but remained silent. Many thoughts were racing through her mind at that point!

The brass doorknob of the room rattled. Nothing! The footstep backed away, eventually disappearing completely.

“Oh, my God! Like, that was so freaking close, it's not funny!" Sister Kimmi exclaimed. "We are dead meat if they catch us in here... yaw know!"

“Ya-Ya! Shut up!” Once again Sister Abigale pressed her ear tightly against the vent pipe that led to the East-End library, where the meeting was being held.

"They would band me to the darkroom for like three whole days if we were caught!" Sister Kimmi frets in a quiet whisper.

Sister Abigale was quite the nuisance around the monastery grounds, and everyone knew that Sister Kimmi was the innocent one. "It seems more like they would prefer to burn our lazy butts at the stake, or worse!"

Sister Abigale looked around, agitated! "Will you shut up, yaw Seabiscuit? I can barely hear Sister Augustine speak!"

Sister Augustine went over everything in next week's schedule, however, she had not yet mentioned anything regarding the upcoming Oakcrest High prom in Jahar, in the suburbs of south-central Transylvania.

“Well?” demanded Sister Kimmi. “Who will be Darva's escort?”
Sister Abigale flung her palm around, frustrated. "She hasn't covered that, yet!"

Sister Kimmi paced back and forth awkwardly. "We need to hurry! I smell sumpn! Sumpn is pretty horrible this time! I'm afraid to know."

"Yeah, yeah! Hold your horses! The meeting is almost done!"

Finally, Sister Augustine turned to the youngest of the nuns present at the meeting, Sister Pandora Eilean Dillinger, and her midget twin, Pantera Irene Dillinger.

"Sister Pandora, Sister Pantera. You young ladies will be Darva's escorts at the Oakcrest High prom." She joyfully declared, clapping her hands loudly. "Now won't that be such fun!"

"NO!" Pandora gave a quick glance at her sister.

"We are definitely going to get into some trouble! I mean... I just know it!" Pantera cautioned, shaking her little blonde head.

"I take pleasure in the same thing!" She acknowledged her doppelganger with a nasty, shite-eating smile.

In the little concealed chamber just above the conference, the air was dense with expectancy. "Who is it? Who is it?" Sister Kimmi demanded in a whisper. "Please avoid from saying "Sister Ruthy! Please!"

Sister Abigale turned a second later, beaming brightly. "The twins!" she said with a grin. "OH SHITE!" Then abruptly chuckled.

"Hot doggery!" Sister Kimmi cheered and slapped her hands on her knees. "Darva's goanna flip out!"

"Ya, she is!”

"We need to shag-butt and get her a decent prom dress!"

Sister Abigale looked confused. “She already has a blue one! Since last week!”

Now Sister Kimmi was the confused one. “Really? Where the hell was I?”

Sister Abigale quickly shuffled to her feet. “I do not know, but it’s time we get the hell out of here before we get caught!”

With that said, Sister Kimmi pulled open the old oak door and popped her head out into the narrow chamber way. After a quick glance in both directions, she reported back in a whisper. “All clear! Let us go!”

Sister Kimmi threw the door fully open and shuffled to the small spiral staircase that led from the fifth floor, which Sister Abigale and herself were on, and the only way down to the ground floor.

Within minutes, the two Sisters headed out of the east-end tower, scampering in the dark across the new soccer field, tripping over each other along the way.

"WALK ON YOUR OWN FRICKEN FEET!" skewered Sister Abigale, who was now nursing a sore right foot little toe.

"Wanna tell Darva the good news now or wait?" Questioned Sister Kimmi over her left shoulder.

"What do you think?"

The twins dashed to the last gas streetlamp, which lit the east end of the enclosure. It revolved gently on a continuous swing, affording a good view of the home team end of the soccer field, where Darva's dorm room was located.

The rotating lamp engineering was quite crafty, gaining its mechanical dead weight power from a regulated waterfall design, which was brand new science and technology for sixteen eighty-three. “Simply amazing!” most of the Abbie’s Sisters would express.

They waited until the dark shadow of the streetlamp re-emerged and blended in and following it until reaching the red brick wall of the dorm.

Sister Abigale balanced herself on a large field stone just below Darva’s room window. She reached upward a little and tapped her diamond ring upon the glass, sending out a loud metallic tick.

Nothing!

She tried once more, this time just a tad bit louder.

Still nothing!

“WAIT!” Sister Kimmi bellowed in a low voice. “What day is it today?”

Sister Abigale looked over her left shoulder, “Thursday!”

“CRAP!” Sister Kimmi chirped, snapping her fingers loudly. “It’s eight O'clock... right?”

“Eight-thirty! Why?”

“She’s still at swim practice! She won’t be back here until eleven, or so!”

Sister Abigale quickly slipped off of the large stone and brushed off the front of her coif. “You sure?”

Sister Kimmi shot her a ridiculous, dorky expression. "What do you think?"

Sister Abigale quickly whacked her in the back of the head! "DON'T BE A SMART-ATH!" she warned.

"ALRIGHT!" Sister Kimmi yelled, scratching her head. "That hurt!"

"YA! So be careful what you say to me!"

Sister Kimmi withdrew, too frustrated to think clearly. "OH REALLY! Ya know… you are the reason they invented French doors! Thank you, they are really convenient for us... SLENDER PEOPLE!"

Sister Abigale slowly twisted around and collapsed over, shouting with laughter! A second later, she lifted herself up from the grass. "I LIKE!" she said with a thumbs up. She enjoyed fat jokes, despite her obesity! "Thanks!”

Sister Kimmi giggled, taking ahold of Sister Abigale’s right forearm. “Come on! Let us go!”

The two Sisters ducked through the shadows until finally reached Abbie's court, where it became light again with another gas streetlamp. “AH!” Sister Kimmi cried loudly! “Watch out... rose bushes!”

“Thanks!”

"RIGHT!" Sister Abigail acknowledged. "Needs a bit of serious trimming, I'd say!"

That work fell to Abbie's elderly gardener, Sleepy Joe. Sister Kimmi referred to him as Rumpel-Foreskin. He would just chuckle along, since he had no idea what she was talking about! Thank goodness no other nun shared her joke!

Eventually, the ladies made the way to the gray stone walkway that led to the gym and swimming pools, hoping that Darva was still there.

Sometimes Phoenix would escape the world and find herself a dark, quiet place to meditate in the presence of our Lord, Christ Jesus, in the fifth dimension.

“Thanks!”

The front entrance of the pool yard swung open just as Darva appeared, nearly hitting Sister Kimmi in the chops!

"YIKES!" Screamed Darva. "KIMMI! YA SCARED THE HELL OUT OF ME, YA LITTLE TURD!" She scolded, loudly.

The Sisters laughed in unison! "You go in back to your room now?" Sister Kimmi inquired with enthusiasm.

Darva tilted her head and gave a strange look of uncertainty.
"Yeah. Why?" she said, her tone somewhat suspicious. "What are you two shenanigans up to this time?"

Sister Kimmi got hold of Darva's left forearm. "Come on! "Let's go!" she said. "We've got an enormous surprise for you!"

Darva snickered as she wrapped her virtually naked, dark olive-shade body in a thick beach towel.

"What is this!" Sister Abigale howled, staring up and down Darva's moist body.

"What? It's my swimsuit!"

"It seems like barely wrapping your young tush! That is what it looks like to me!"

Sister Kimmi paused. "Hello! Where is your one-piece? We aren't permitted to wear two pieces!" She shook her head and waved her right index finger, which nearly touched Darva's nose. "Sister Augustine is going to heel and hide you behind a barn door, missy!"

Darva stomped her foot in contempt! "YA! AND I SAY THAT BIG TALK IS WORTH DOODLY-SQUAT!"

Sister Abigail laughed. "Come on! Let's go! Who cares what she's wearing!"

In an instant, sister Abigale turned around and faced the opposite direction. "No young men lurking around anywhere I can see!"

Sister Kimmi joined in the fun by quickly slapping her handmade invisibility binoculars up to her squinty brown eyes. "No old fat ones needed!"

Darva closed her pearl essence eyes and imagined opening them someplace far away from this particular monastery.

"NEVER WORKS!"

"What dear?" Asked her stunted sister, Kimmi.

Darva wrapped herself up, and the three young girls proceeded quietly to the dorm's east-end entrance.

“So weird!” Came a mutter from within the darkness.

The passageway was poorly lit making it more difficult locating the stairwell. It was a slight task, as nobody ever used this end of the building. Eventually, the three found themselves on the seventh floor, where Darva’s room was on.

"You have your key, do you not?" Sister Kimmi was asked with worry.

Darva paused at the room door and slowly turned. "You are such a dork sometimes!" she said in a whisper. Only Sister Augustine and a few other chosen ones could place a lock on their chamber door.
(The Sisters had to rely on their own honesty to secure their costly and personal items.)
Darva flung the door open and groped for a leather cord hanging from a pulley-controlled apparatus on her right. When she got to the end, there was a loud crack, forcing a striker to bang a flint stick and throw sparks into the oil-soaked wick. "WA-LAH!" she exclaimed.

Sister Abigale exclaimed, "HOLY COW!" at the inexplicable trick. "You's an alchemist, bib-itch?"

Darva laughed. "NO! Mr. Clydesdale created it for me! "And installed it!"

Sister Kimmi's jaw dropped wide at the unexpected apparition. "Simply amazing!" she said. "I have got to get one of those!"

"Cool, huh?"

"WAY COOL!" Sister Kimmi corrected.

"Oh, yeah!" He also built me a nice small toy that I can play with in the dark!"

There was a long, silent pause. Then, “Say what?” Asked Sister Kimmi.

Sister Abigale froze when the room grew quiet. "You are you kidding us? Right?" Astonished and a little embarrassed. "He made you one of those!"

"YEAH! Want to see it?"

"FORK… NO!”

"Sister Kimmi?"

"FORK…YOU!"

Darva gave them both a queer expression. "No problem."

Sister Kimmi shakes her head. "I am so confused!"

"At what?"

"Well... so like... how did he know…!"

Darva grinned. "He measured it! I let him in my room!”

Sister Abigale swiftly turned on her heels. "Oh, my goodness! She's definitely headed for trouble, no doubt about it!"

“WHAT!” hollered Sister Kimmi with a roar of hysteria.

It took Darva a few moments to realize what the two Sisters were talking about, and when she did, she almost choked! "GROSS! CERTAINLY NOT THAT! I STAY AWAY FROM THOSE AWFUL THINGS!"

With disgust, Darva shook her head. "I got a torch light from him! Ya fools!

It took some time before the two Nuns could gather their thoughts.

"All joking aside! You two need to get a life!"

Sister Kimmi lifted her head and grinned enormously! "I believe you're right!"

The Sisters took a seat on the lavender floral upholstered Old English settee. Darva brought out her new torchlight with alarming delight!

"Pretty awesome! Aye!" Darva inquired as she gave Sister Abigale the bulky, odd-looking device.

The fat nun yelled, "GOOD-GOLLY-MISS-MOLLY! This Frikken tang weighs a ton!"

Sister Kimmi snickered. "Looks fork... kin awkward as hell, too!"

With her hands firmly on her hips, the young lady argued, "It's not that bad!” Darva grinned. “You two are acting pretty weird and a bit shady!”

Sister Kimmi gave a big clap of her hands. "So, let's look at your prom dress! Abbie says it's the most beautiful! Even on you!"

"DOH!" Barked sister Abigale with a smirk.

Darva could only close her eyes to calm the hysteria that was rising deep inside.

The concept of the outfit excited Darva as she assisted Missus Parkens in embroidering the full Royal blue velvet cloth. Darva was quite pleased with her focused, sensitive work! Missus Parkens participated as well!

Darva swung open both doors to her gigantic solid black wood cabinet, revealing it in all of its majesty and specter. The continuous flicker of the gas lamp made the garment look much more unique.

"OH MY GOD... DARVA!" Sister Kimmi yelled. She stroked her fingers through the extremely silky material, relishing its incredible softness. "Oh, this is so exceptional!"

"Piping took long! Was a terrible bitch, that is for sure!"

"Who did all the embroideries?"

"Mostly Missus Parkens. But I did provide a help, kind of."

"Abbie! Will yaw look at this needlework? Amazing! Is it not?"

Sister Abbie smiled proudly, as she was all thumbs with sewing or any other type of hobby or craft. "Such intricate detailing! Quite impressed, Darva! Quite impressed, indeed!"

Sister Kimmi drew closer, running one finger around the edges of one of the purple embroidered flowers. "Are these daffodils?" She held the fabric closer to Sister Abigale.

"Ya!" answered Darva. "Daffodil's on the front, and on the back, Rhododendron's!"

Darva gently returned the gown to the armoire, re-closed the closet door, and made her way to her tall wooden desk.
In the center, top drawer, she retrieved three long black sticks of delicious homemade licorice, handing one to each sister.

"NO PROBLEM!" said Sister Kimmi, looking excited. Her all-time favorite candy was black licorice.

"Holy cow, Darva!" Sister Abigale said, cheerfully taking hers.
"Who on earth made these delightful charms?"

"Journey's grandmother. She came to see me yesterday after school."

Sister Kimmi shot Sister Abigale cast a harsh glare! "She did, did she?" Sister Abigale replied, surprised and slightly irritated.

Sister Kimmi stepped back. "Why! That little TWERP! She could've at least said "Hello!"

Darva chuckled. "Sorry! I had no idea."

Sister Kimmi and Sister Abigale identified Journey T. Rossignol as a very important young lady! Journey was more than just a close friend; she also supplied the nuns with weed (poor-nouns-ted… Mari-Ju-ana foe you RICH white folk.) Most people believe it is the greatest in the valley!

At the age of twenty, Journey began growing her own little crops. Experiment with different breeds and seeds, as well as dose the potting soil with Delmarie 12, an exceptionally harsh nuclear planet fertilizer!

Then it happened!

After her third hit, Journey let out an enormously loud bark. "WOW! NOW, THIS IS WICKED… SHEE-YACHT!"

Her bellow could be heard 500 yards beyond the old decrepit red dwelling.

A few seconds later. "WHOA... I'M TALK'N BOUT... WAH... WAH... WICKED!" She lost her equilibrium and slipped slightly; her brain spun like a drunken, out-of-control top! "Talk about a rocking head rush!"

Suddenly, the obvious struck her like a ton of turds! "WHERE IS THE WHITE FISH IN THE CUP? There is no black fish in the cup!" She laughed out loud! "Madder Fac... WHERE DAH FUD'S THE CUP?"

The buds all had the same distinct, hairy texture, and the dominant hue was dark green with purple and orange stripes. Strange looking certainly!

Journey sold her work under the name "JOURNEY AND BEYOND," which is a rather creative business name, and it sold like crazy! Until she was caught, that is!

It was unbelievable as hell! North Region Watchmen (constable) searched the Oedipus Valley, where Journey lived with Great, Great Grand mammy, and Grandpappy Bone-knocker from on her mammy's side of the family.

The elderly old folks were decent roommates to share the home with were, mainly deaf and dumb! I mean, like... REALLY DUMB!

One rainy day, Journey invited her best friend, Courtney Bum Kraker, over for the first time; she had never met Journey's family.

Journey slowly opened the front door, and there stood great Grand Mammy with her left breast hanging out, pulling vigorously on it while pointing at the clock. On the other side of the room sat Great Grandpappy flipping her the bird as he poured a pitcher of water over his bald head.

Bum Kraker's mouth dropped wide open! "What in the hell are they doing!"

Journey let out a giggle. "Well... as you already know, my Great Grandparents are both deaf and dumb... right!" Darva was struggling.

"Well... Mammy is telling Pappy it's time to milk the cows! And Pappy's saying, FORK YOU... IT'S POURING OUTSIDE!"

Bum Kraker's eyes widened as she gasped for a breather of air! "OH... MY... GOD!" she roared, nearly falling over backward, laughing!

Courtney was from Bacova, Romanian, a region just northeast of Transylvania.

Darva rarely visited the old village because of all the witchcraft and wizardry that was consistently practiced there. The people were awful to one another there, despising visitors or any new settlers.

Even an unknown creature roamed the deep woods they know only as Petrusic. One could describe the mammoth hairy beast as looking much like the Northwest American Sasquatch.

"Well, I'm about ready for a hot cup of Black tea," Darva announced. "Would either of you care to join me?"

Sister Kimmi's eyes lit up. "Oh! Do you have any Crazy Raspberry?"

Darva smiled warmly as she adored Sister Kimmi very much. "Ya! Want that instead?"

"Oh yes, please... and thank you!"

"And you, sister Abigale?"

"Please! Black! Thanks!"

A short time later, Darva reemerged from her tiny kitchenette with two hot minor copper pitchers of delightful tea.

Setting the silver serving tray onto the lounge table, Darva spun around and grabbed her Boada Bong from the top of her oak desktop. She gave the sister a teasing smirk. "Care to indulge, ladies?"

end of act I








(Picture #12 below shows Eilean Sorrow Osbourne)