UNCREATION "THE HUNGER TWINS" Staring Aubrey Rose Nicolzah

UNCREATION
"THE HUNGER TWINS"

The hidden family secret that mysteriously transformed into the most powerful divine safeguard of a quaint medieval town.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yd7i4LiGWkw

A novel by,
Aubrey Rose and COUNT: V V Nicolzah
Novel #2 (clue 10)

Consecration Prayer
I rededicate my body and all its parts to the loving rule of Jesus Christ; I dedicate and consecrate my body to him in every way. I ask for the blood of Christ to cleanse my body and make it holy once more. Holy Spirit, come and fill your temple now; restore my body under the complete dominion of Jesus Christ.
“Lord Jesus, I’m a sinner. I believe You died for my sins so I could be forgiven. I receive You as my Lord and Savior. Thank you for coming into my life. Amen.”
Valkyrie Vladimir Nicolzah & Davie Owen Mathews

Prologue:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4HMJRlLOMfw

On the evening of December twenty-first, twenty twenty-one, a seasoned crime scene investigator successfully located the victim's missing journal.
At this moment, he possessed all the evidence required to support his case.
This is a copy of the document that was submitted as exhibit one in the Supreme Court proceedings.

Exhibit A-
"MAGGOT BRAIN"

My redemption's ascent and descent is playing out before my eyes.
Everything around me is terrible. I was hoping for some lightheartedness, but unfortunately, it's just the usual routine.
What a heartless bunch!

No, not again; I need to experience the disease in you before I can understand why it's leaving me. The more I feel the flesh, the worse I feel.
It's not what it seems.

I can't stop thinking about you. You need my fix as much as I do.
In an effort to get me noticed? For you, what does it signify? How would you describe it? Other than "FEROCIOUS."

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i-2eYF0QYZ0

As far as I'm concerned, it's something I do because I desire it so much that I cannot have it.
(The real reason is because it's slipping away from me, and I need to feel the illness in you.)
It won't happen.

It's not what it seems.

The more I feel the flesh, the worse I feel. I can sense the cause as it fades from my life.
It won't happen.

It's not what it seems.

The more I feel the flesh, the worse I feel. I can sense the cause as it fades from my life.
It won't happen.

It's not what it seems.

Considering how horrible I feel about my flesh. Does that make me a bad person, for Pete's' sake? I can sense the cause as it fades from my life.
It won't happen.

Is it terrible of me to feel this way?
While I'm experiencing negative feelings about my physique, am I evil because of it?
It's not what it seems.

I must go, Babe; I am not feeling well again. I am very confused at this point. Please go safe and always treat others with kindness and good will. It's to late to save me, but don't you dare turn your back on the people! They need you now more than ever!
Oh yes... and do not be fooled by shear nonsence. One can "NOT PARDON" someone who has "NOT" already been "CONVICTED" of a "CRIME" yet! This would be considered "NON-BINDING" and another line of pure nonsensical BULLSHIT!"
My love for you will endure through all of time, my charming husband.
Signed,
Sophia

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JgulTrunNw0


Chapter one
Do not poke me again, KARMIC FOO!

act I

A kaleidoscope of fall colors swirled across the vast hilltops at this time of year, making Esbjerg (Aye-sah-yerg) an absolutely stunning sight.

All the radical villages ever wanted was unconditional love and light. Life itself is a gift to an eternal love.

The historic east gate tower of the ancient Danish fortress showed a time of shortly after 7:30 in the evening of October 12th, 1986.

Four handsome military guards in full dress paced back and forth, their eyes scouring the surroundings for any indication of the remaining Cosmo collective operatives, who had been ordered earlier to find another jail escapee. This is something they never intended to reveal to the world.

'Maintain discretion and refrain from divulging any information when approached by the audacious.'
The weathered sign on the covered bridge read.

"I have a really bad feeling about all of this."
Said Shaw-Kasjan (Caus-yawn) Loreal-Bach as she removed an all-metal flashlight from her jacket.

"Just avoid any eye contact, and we should all be fine."
Insisted her twin, Shaw-Cajun (Cau-yun) who was situated only a few feet behind her.

The scene seemed somewhat hopeless as a thin layer of hazy green began to cover the poorly lit air.

"Are you certain that this is the standard course of action for the average peasant from this region?" Shaw-Kasjan was experiencing an escalating sense of self-doubt.

"How am I supposed to know?"

"What do you suppose the Alabaster intelligence agency might say on all of this?"

Laughter escaped the thirteen-year-old cosmic spiritual BLOODLINE bounty hunter assassins. The offspring of Boba Fett himself!

"I dread the thought!" Shaw-Cajun snickered with a lascivious grimace.

"Nok kidding! Daddy shall straighten them out as well!"

A slight twinkle appeared in Shaw-Cajun's right eye! "Yeah, I know! Nobody messes around with him!" She chuckled.

On the opposite side of the long, dark red wooden shingled roof, two vehicle bridges were an open meadow with green far-off hills. The color of blood, mine you.

Sixty-three kilometers along this ancient, nearly desolate road lies the obscure and haunting Danish ghost palace, known solely as Kilohertz.

It stands resolutely on its firm foundation amid the terrible grasp of the 'Heartfreezer Valley of the Damned' remaining vacant and solitary, detached from the rest of the enigmatic world.

And what a dreadful axiomatic world it is.

This is the dwelling place of the condemned demonic spirit guide known as 'Regal Barrenzbach'—the dreaded "Revezty Warrior."

The memories of him linger to this day. Oh, how bloody the situation was!

"He is bound to arrive! This much I can guarantee. Here is the beginning of everything... in Gieverdaji's (Gee-veeyer-da-zah) graveyard. Beyond that door! I swear! He's waiting just beyond Nemesis's door!" Declared Shaw-Cajun stressed and in a near panic!

"I am aware of all that, sis! Well, kind of!" Answered Shaw-Kasjan. "Yet another season has passed, and I am feeling really... I'm not sure... maybe a bit concerned! He must die this time! It's written! Daddy says, 'This shall be done!' you know!"

"Yes, I know what Father said."

"But there's a dirty bomb right under the human coning!" Stressed Shaw-Kasjan nervously. "And there is a timer on the clock! Daddy said...!"

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a2iqG-CfPLQ

Shaw-Cajun's gaze looked downward. "I know. Seven... maybe... maybe up to nine of her. Them. Not sure at this point. This is all Lindsey's fault, ya know! He threatened Daddy, and now... well... here comes his end!"

There was a slight pause, then Shaw-Cajun continued.

"In spite of it all, it will be a dangerous, dearest sister, but it is our only option at this point in time if we are to stay on his trail. This shall be our choice! We can't turn back now!"

"Nok kidding! The world is a vampyre!" Sighed Shaw-Kasjan. "And just think! They still believe that they cannot be saved!"

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ET3w3vzQW6g

"Listen! We are both going to be okay. With God's aid, we'll make it out of this dreadful nightmare." The beautiful young teen's eyes looked upward. "Please... save us, God today! We need you now, more than ever!"

"And if we are caught by the dark society, we are basically dead! Yah-CAH kan (Yaw-sake-yun)?"

There was a pause.

"Yah-CAH kan. It's getting late in the hour. Shall we pray?"

"Shaives-tah!" (F*CK you... figure it out yourself! Ha, ha! Just kidding! Shay-vez-tah)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rBGtouiBLjg

As the alien twins exited Norman Park's east side, the village limits were almost devoid of vivid colors and the delightful fresh perfume of summer. Unfortunately, this occurs every year in these places.

"We will be under a lot of judgment, you know!"

"The snowstorms will render those malevolent individuals who remain isolated and vulnerable amidst the blizzards, ultimately leading to their demise. Please get saved wicked ones! 1 Corinthians 15:1-4!"

Now, nothing more than nothingness. And this time, the mess was really bad.

"Shaves-tah. I am quite conscious." Replied Shaw-Kasjan. "I showcase it on a non-netmatrix platform!" She said with a slight smirk as she stared at the dark, depressing horizon via her ATN's PVS7 lenses. "Understand the meaning of JELLY BEAN?"

Shaw-Cajun slowly shook her head. "It's... 'Catch my drift, JELLY BEAN?' Yer so stupid! Besides, what an incredible situation! I’m not quite sure what you’re getting at, but it still sounds absolutely amazing though!"

Shaw-Kasjan did a little spin and transformed into Shaw-Cajun. "Do you think this reader is, like, completely lost in the sauce by now?"

Shaw-Cajun peered into the lens of the studio camera and flashed a grin that could light up a whole room! "Well, I certainly hope so!"

They both chuckled heartily as they pressed on with their wild adventure to no man's land... and beyond, tossing around a variety of mysterious finger, foot, and buttock gestures... just for kicks!

(LMAO! Sorry, dude...I'm frikken weird! Pretending to act my age is, shall we say, really challenging for me. A Taygetan thing! Nothing toxic, ya know!)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Nttp8K5FPOk

Shaw-Kasjan dropped her goggles and immediately placed them back in their black leather case. "Somebody is watching us up ahead, you know?"

Shaw-Cajun looked over. "Can you physically see him or sense his presence?"

"I imagine both, I guess. difficult to tell at times." She pushed back her delicate shoulders. "We simply have to keep pressing on. We will find out soon enough, I am sure."

"You alway's say that!"

Shaw-Kasjan halted abruptly! The youngster was immediately disturbed by such a deceptive reality! "DO YOU RECA...! Do you recall what transpired the last time you addressed me in that manner?" She snarled, leaving Shaw-Cajun , perplexed.

"Why father put you in charged, I shall forever have no clue! Let's go!"

Shaw-Kasjan roar! "Just kidding!"

As kids traveled along the empty road, the rich vegetation gradually changed from a light green to a medium sienna, and the mist engulfed everything even more.

Dormant forces lurked inside the mist, ready to express themselves. In the near future, they will be.

Suddenly, the unsuspecting young teens halted their antics. "You can't be serious!" A bewildered Shaw-Cajun grinned, nearly chuckling to herself.

"OH WOW!" Laughed her twin in sheer amazement! "NOK KIDDING!"

"Hey, just because a book looks like it’s been through a tornado doesn’t mean it’s not a page-turner!" Demanded the ancient Danish leprechaun hipster named Fling Heimler sporting a quirky grin.
"Now that would be as wise as asking a squirrel to manage your nuts! Ha, ha! Just pulling your leg, girls!"

"A positive outcome! I agree!" Shaw-Kasjan snickered. "There is hope; don't give up now; have faith, ole boy!"

The old leprechaun laughed and said, "SHIT!"

The girls found it irresistible, and both started to laugh.

"What caused the holdup for your turkeys?" I have been here for nearly four and a half hours now."

When it comes to Danish spiritual guides these days, you never know who the divine could assign to you during trying times.

"Shaw-Kasjan was crying for one of those nasty cheese puffs and stuff thing a majiggers—a hotdog." Explained Shaw-Kasjan with a pondering mug expression.

"OHTHEY'RESOGOOD!"

"NO! They should be outlawed!"

"SHIT"

"Well, haven't you ever had one of those sudden impulses, Fling?"

There was a brief halt. "No way! Not since I gave up selling shrooms dressed as ah.... frikken nun!" 

"Nok kidding?"

"That's so despicable!"

"Nah, that's the damned truth!" Admitted the old fart with a snicker!

"Did you bring Blizzard, or was he left at home during this outing?" Inquired Shaw-Kasjan.

"YA, YA... think he's still in the bush, taking healthy combat... SH...!"

"GROSS!"

"Those of us who have the patience enough to wait will discover just how everything came out in the end." He chuckled.

By now the lateness of the day pushed the sun down and the moon well on its way up.

Fling grabbed his black nanny goat bag and slung it up and over his left shoulder. "I want you youngsters to be cautious and close to me and Blizzard from now on, aight?"

"No problem, uncle. Say, Are we walking in as a single or double spirit?" Asked Shaw-Cajun. "It took us nearly twice the effort the last time we had to deal with the Elven Gate hitman demons."

"We grow much more powerful the greater the hate our enemies have for us. Jesus gave us our natural divine shield. Keep in mind, my little Taygetan turds." Declared the elderly leprechaun, finishing with a wink of his orange right eye.

"Speak what?"

"And there you have it, straight from the mouth of Doctor Dagwood Duall-88, the man, the myth, the questionable haircut!" He laughed.

Suddenly, the twins found themselves in a confrontation, akin to two pistols facing each other at high noon!

At long last, the perplexed kids found their voices! "SHIT!"

Well, that was the grand finale, folks!


end of act I



act II

"AWARENESS!

Please be advised that doorways do not constitute a secure substitute for Golden Stargates." Warned Fling as he read the notice while flipping his right hand middle finger.

Unexpectedly, circumstances took a convoluted and detrimental turn for these specific girls.

"I must have missed that clause in my spirit and beyond, contract—maybe it was in fine print!" Yelled, 'Toss with a Buzz,' the one-toothed spirit guide alley cat in an attempt to occupy someone's space.
A no joke ghost, man!

"OH, HEY... what's going on, TB?" Cheered Shaw-Kasjan with a huge, bright smile!

"You already know the outcome! Same old litter box, just with a new fragrance; that's about the wift of it!" He boldly admitted it with pride.

"SHIT!"

"GROSS!"

"BARK!"

Shaw-Cajun slowly rolled her big brown eyes in disgust! "For real, guys? How far down until we reach the Passion of the Rose path?"

Fling pivoted and propelled himself ahead, as if reviving his aching bones. "I would say about 17 kilometers. The air down there is so much nicer at this time of year."

Shaw-Kasjan adjusted the collar chain of her purple chimere to retrieve her Belhedah blade, which was well concealed behind her black attire.

"Let's hope the evil ones cannot capture our blessed powers!" Muttered Shaw-Kasjan with a little anxiety and concern. "Ya know?"

"Do you not trust our Jesus?" Question Shaw-Cajun.

"Yes, of course I do!"

“Then I recommend that you contemplate your words before speaking next time, lil miss... Betty Boop! They can never usurp our abilities!"

At this point in time, the sun had set, casting a pale emerald haze and a light mist in its wake. Then, from within, a subtle aroma of a rainy day emerged.

"Lacking faith in our blessed Lord Jesus will end you up in a prison within your own mind." Reminded Fling over his right shoulder.

"That's a fact, my friends!" Blizzard, a Cane Corso/Chihuahua mix, shared his thoughts on the matter as he followed the march of holy warriors. "You're going to meet your death, Antichrist."

After climbing up and over a hill crest, the desolate road eventually came to an end in a low region where there were pools of black pungent scents that were unnerving.

"This is really despicable around here! The curse, I assume!" Declared Shaw-Kasjan as she covered her dainty nostrils.

"Why does it stink so bad around these parts?"

"Well, Shaw-Cajun," said Fling, pointing northward. "Mostly due to the light layer of sulphur that emits from the ground by that pond out there!"

The poorly lit area at night revealed to everyone that something was awry. It was just that strange sensation that everyone seemed to experience.

"We definitely want to steer clear of that abstraction, you guys!" Advised Blizzard with a shake of his head. "Grey Adezha ghosts lie someplace between these sections. So I have heard."

"Who are they, Fling? I have never heard of them before."

"They have a deep connection to this place because of the fight of 1218, when the Danish army faced off against the Imperial Marantan troops from Germany. What a nasty fight that was."

Shaw-Cajun swiped her light beam from left to right, unsure of what may emerge from the shadowy foliage all around. "That's so eerie!"

"Nok kidding! Well... I'm not going to put up any of their infantile nonsense! I'm not sure about the rest of you!"

Fling let out a mild chuckle, but other than that, he said nothing.

A resonant outcry from TB emanated from an indeterminate location within the oppressive gloom.

"That is an undeniable fact; however, it would be prudent for them to maintain their distance from me!" Then he revealed his true nature! RIP! "CONFIRMATION FART, HUT!"

"OH YA, PUPPY "MOON!" Laughed Shaw-Cajun! "NICE ONE!"

Around the year 1630, a number of entities from nearby regions used the badly kept route to transport their goods. Most notably, the Khans Justine dynasty.

An important group that accomplishes several goals but is primarily known for the dangers it causes.

The other kingdoms experienced more than just a slight annoyance as a result of the group's heavy reliance on a form of influence that was never in the best interest of the countries that they were joining.

However, King Tzedakah, a green-haired hipster, was not the type of royal figurehead who would tolerate such extreme absurdity. Not only that, he did not!

{{{ SHOUT OUT TAH "KING TZEDAKAH!" FOE-KIN "A"! Ha, ha!" }}}
(Sorry, stupid chit seems to just pop into my head out of nowhere!)

Located in the valley of "Anti-Witchcraft Desires and Acts" was an excellent auditorium built as a home of the Lord. Wow, such a breathtaking scene!

The Khans Justine dynasty had no idea that there were more powerful people hiding in the shadows than a cat at a laser pointer convention! Ha, ha!
(See what I... frikken mean, dude!?! No wonder my kids refer to me as "Vladimir dah Dork! Chit sux, man! Nok kidding!")

Count Tydus, "Golden Eye," was the only nobleman who would give the other royals half a second of his scrutiny, realizing that his clan's modes and strategies were less than noble or honorable.

And that is exactly why he had decided to team up with his heavenly neighbors in a grand mission to liberate all desire and control over the valley, along with the neighboring towns filled with them... funky wankers and those cheeky peasant squatters.

Around 3:30 a.m., the little, non-demonic party arrived at the "Button Hook cutoff," the single way to Kilohertz.

A plum-colored mist shrouded the path going into the gloomy, scary cave known locally as Hellas. As an extremely calm and remote location.

"We must remain silent while we are in the depths of this cave." Warned Fling.

“What is the reason?” Shaw-Kasjan inserted a sour apple hard candy melt drop into her mouth. "I am unequivocally unafraid of any foolish old lion."

"If you provoke a slumbering lion with stones, do not be surprised if it awakens with a roar that exceeds your capacity for bravery."

Shaw-Cajun twirled dramatically, as if being personally insulted. "Don't be clueless or critical, sis. I mean, "very dead" is a genuine possibility. If we are discovered, we might find ourselves in a difficult situation! Are you getting the idea yet... BETTY?"

"Whatever!"

"You little cheesehead, do not act like a complete fool!" Included TB for added assurance!

"Your one tah talk, TB... ya "Radio Shack" reject!"

"Absolutely, I couldn't agree more!" Confessed Blizzard with a hint of remorse, like a kid caught with their hand in the cookie jar.

"DANG! WILL YOU GUYS... SHUT UP! GOT IT... AIGHT, AIEDY!"

The old leprechaun kept going with a faint breakout in quiet laughter.

"Well then, quit channeling that pint-sized rascal from down under that you seem to adore so much; why don't you, huh?"

That comment truly resonated deeply with Shaw-Cajun! "Who in the world?"

"THAT... THAT CHEEKY FELLOW... 'PECKER-NECK#4' THAT'S WHO... BETTY!"

After that said, the little crowd became silent. "Oh, him. Well, he needed a companion to talk to, and I felt sorry for him! He only wants his hair back! I declined to talk to him at first... but he pays well... give me a break!"

From the depths of the damp darkness, a mysterious man's voice emerged from far off in the distance, sounding like it had just rolled out of bed after a long night of questionable drinking! "WELL... FOLK YOU TOO MATE!"

The small audience exchanged eyes for a time before moving on. "What a feisty little chap, wouldn't you say?" Fling responded with a sneaky grin.

"Folk it!" Declared Shaw-Kasjan with a smile as they went on. "This is getting more bazaar by the day."

The cave entrance was predominantly sandy, but deeper down, the terrain transitioned to mounds of shale and crevasses.

"Keep your guards up, kids." Whispered the old leprechaun in a quiet gesture as he progressively sank into the wet darkness, with TB following close after.

"Ya! This could turn out to be quite a shocker in the end!" Added Blizzard.

"Say a little prayer for us, Pumpkin, will you?" Asked Fling from over his left shoulder.

With that said, Shaw-Kasjan grinned. "Ok. How about John 15:11?"

"Perfect kiddo!"

She cleared her throat. "I have told you these things so my joy may be in you and your joy may be full. John 15:11."

Shaw-Kasjan shrugged her shoulders. "Sorry. I don't remember the correct King James Version."

"You nailed it, "TOYS-R-US" kid!" declared TB with a grin that could scare a crow, all while missing a few key players in the tooth department.

Then TB began singing a wonderful southern song from the past.
"Away from Mississippi's valley. With my old hat as a sail, I sailed on a cotton bale to the Rose of Alabama."

Shaw-Cajun chuckled and participated in the fun.
"I arrived at the far sand bank. I sat on the hollow board and played the banjo for the Rose of Alabama!"

TB sang in a manner that was exceedingly noxious.
"My goodness, Rosie of Alabama! The posture of delicious tobacco posey! She shall be me stinky, Rose of Alabama!
Yeah, that's me karmic Bea-yacht of Alabammy!

Shaw-Kasjan let out a laugh! "I CAN'T DO THIS!"

"Go ahead... try!" Pressured Shaw-Cajun with a big encouraging grin.

"Kay! WELL... I done toad her to sit where she wanted, and she leaned over my leg. Kneeling is helpful.
Me Rose of Alabama did say!"

Fling abruptly turned around. "Nah-dah, Kids! Yawl suck worse than ole... Big-Al! Or is it frikken... Bi-Gal? Keep get'n dat chit mixed up-ted!"

"Silence, you antiquated curmudgeon!" Barked TB while gesturing with his middle finger. "You fail to recognize the value of fine art!"

"And it appears you've overlooked the fact that I'm pack'n a frikken HK USP WITH "ANTI-GHOST" 45... ya little clearance rack special!" Replied the cheeky old leprechaun with a playful flip of his own middle finger, all in good fun!

"OH SHIT!" Was all that Shaw-Kasjan managed to escape before roaring hysterics with her face buried deep into her sister's right shoulder?

"I need a break, Lord! Please?" Muttered the old man. "I mean... fer real?"

In the distance, there was an aperture barely larger than a conventional doorway, radiating orange beams of light and shimmering starlike particles.

"What's that sweet smell, Fling?"

It seemed like nobody was paying attention to the renovating happening up ahead.

Blizzard came to a sudden stop. "Holy smokes, folks... hold up, yawl!" He issued a warning and remained motionless.

Fling's arrival from behind made the female in the distance mumbling more audible from an old VHS player. "I know that woman's voice." He said that with a troubled expression.

Blizzard held on but turned his head. "Who do you suppose she's talking to, Fling?"

Just then, the elderly leprechaun crossed his arms with caution. "I know who it is. I am certain of it!" He confirmed it with a swift movement of his fingers.

Fling turned to is left. "TB. Go into the room and show us."

"Be back in a flash, boss!" Acknowledged the ghost.

From out of the darkness, a vision of a woman dressed in black suddenly materialized, seated and conversing with a man barely recognizable on a monoscopic screen in front of her.

"DADDY!" Whispered Shaw-Cajun as she took her twins right sweaty palm in hers. "Why is she talking to our dad for Fling? What's her name?"

There came a protracted silence. "She went by Sophia Claire-Lorraine. The vanishing woman." He answered.

"I'm puzzled." Shaw-Kasjan responded.

"Listen up, kids!" Barked Blizzard.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2D5PcUSvltM

Shaw-Cajun slowly turned to face her sister, her expression one of sheer surprise. "Why is she looking for dad, Fling?"

"Ya! What is she getting herself and Daddy into?" Asked Shaw-Kasjan. "Beautiful girl, though!"

At this time, the elderly leprechaun recognized that the game's regulations had altered without his knowledge. "I am confident that we will all discover the truth the difficult way." He shrugged his shoulders and smiled knowingly at Blizzard.

"You thinking the same thing I'm?"

Fling let out a near silent chuckle. "I think so!"

TB chose to interrupt the gathering, adding a unique perspective to the conversation! "And the some-bish is just standing there, cracking up!" He confessed to folding his tiny, fluffy arms and giving the old man a direct stare that could melt ice. "FER REAL, DUDE?"

"Well, what do you want me to say, Brah?" Laughed Fling shaking his head for no apparent reason.

"So, boss, what's the game plan here? Should we make a surprise move? Like... pull a wabbit out of our asses?"

"Stop right there, TB!" Barked Blizzard, showing a touch of annoyance, like a straight-tom cat stuck in a gay dog park. "Well, now that we've taken on this delightful burden, let's dive back into our shenanigans!"

"What the hell does he mean by that?"

Fling turned around with a gnarly grin. "Shut dah fug up, maybe?" He chuckled. "Just kidding, ole boy! Show us the note in her diary... why don't cha?"

In a flash, the wall read...!

"I never thought I would feel such a strong desire for it all. Just as I am doing to you right now.
Despite the drop, my efforts did not cease.
Look at me right now.

My answer is yes!
I merely wanted you to go!

I am free from the shackles of a restrictive brain diet, I swear!

Truly, I would abstain from engaging in such behavior!
You are someone I despise, and I will keep my distance from you!
I will finally discard you tomorrow!

At least until I stopped crying!
Oh, my goodness."

Shaw-Kasjan appeared to be a tad bit baffled once again as she shot a quick gaze at her twin. "And dat chit means what to me?"

"She is rather a challenging one for you, kids!" Smiled Blizzard with a wag of his stubby tail.

The girls found this trip to be more perplexing than they had anticipated. "Why then did she write Daddy the note?" requested Shaw-Casjan to stroke her golden head top.

"The Count wrote the memo, not her. It was a note from years past extracted from your father's medical records. She continues to try and use it against him when ever she can."

Shaw-Cajun clinched her fists in the air as she stood still. "Now I am absolutely dark!" She reacted with a hint of sadness. "It seems like she's trying to reconcile with our father!"

"Oh, yeah! She is referred to as a slut, man! I am under the impression that it is the same as her previous behavior."

"And I am under the impression that you need to clean that language of yours up, Shaw-Kasjan!" insisted Fling with a slight frown. "You know better than to talk that way!"

"WELL... she is so mysterious to me; she must be the evil character from his past that he was afraid to bring up with us. Beside... she's to insistant! She must resume her control, I say!"

"Oh, Daddy would sure enjoy teaching her that!" Snickered Shaw-Cajun.

"And that's how the dip chit ended up in this delightful mess!" Fling was added with all the subtlety of a ninja in a library.

"What was that?" Inquired of Shaw-Cajun is just hanging around, eagerly anticipating some delightful disaster to make its grand entrance. But alas, it chose not to.

"Oh, don't you worry, your little head champ!" demanded Fling.

For some reason, the cozy little room was morphing into a charming harbor where guests could wave goodbye, complete with plastic seagulls and a cake that looked like it had seen better foe-king days!

"Let's quickly leave this place!" The cheeky old spirit cat TB wasted no time in reminding everyone that the welcome mat was definitely not rolled out for the mysterious guests lurking about.

"Ya! WOOHOO! Let's go!" Agreed Shaw-Kasjan doing the funky chicken twist.
"I gotta pee! Okay, let's roll out like a bunch of caffeined squirrels!" She bellowed, looking nervously around every corner and into nothingness each time! "Absolutely, no question about it! I'm in a difficult situation that requires immediate attention!"

"FER REAL?" Teased Fling. "You sure?"

As Shaw-Kasjan cautiously made her way back through the cave entrance, her sudden metamorphosis was impossible to ignore.

In the nearly black darkness, she skillfully dove and dodged strange objects, all the while dropping her flashlight like a hot gredade.
"WOOHOO!" She laughed loudly. "MADE IT YAWL... STAY BACK THERE!"

"Absolutely, sis! Give it a whirl!" Acknowledged Shaw-Cajun recognized her sibling dilemma. "She has incredible bladder control!" She reported as the others drew closer from behind her in the dark.

"That's ahhh...!" Fling was instantly dumbfounded as he heard the good news. "That's an incredible gift! That kid is simply amazing at times!"

"Well, color me impressed!" Added TB with a smirk that could rival a cat who just knocked over a catnip bank!

Many individuals were unaware that this hunt will surely affect the life of a specific individual. Mostly the leader of the militant "Serpentine Cult."

At this point in the game, Fling and the others were certain that the quest was about to end for those ruthless pricks.

"Enough of your bullshit, Mark! GOT IT? NOW... LET US BEGIN DOING THE RIGHT THING FOR YOUR CUSTOMERS, SHALL WE?" A powerful voice was heard speaking from somewhere in the night air.

"I AM DONE TOYING WITH YOU! THE CHANGE OF COMMAND IS A TRAP, AND YOU KNOW IT!"

Shaw-Kasjan was on the verge of exploding! "HOLY COW!" She yelled from the entryway. "WHO... WHAT... WHO THE HECK WAS THAT, FLING?"

There was a slight period of reflection.

"The High Priests refer to them as the 'Wanderlust Spirits,' girls. And they are nothing toy with." He gave a firm look. "DO NOT EVER FORGET THAT, KIDS!"

Shaw-Cajun's own astonishment made her eyes pop open like she just spotted a ghost in a gumbo pot. She clearly understood the situation! "Yo! So, like... what makes these chumps any scarier than the rest of the spooky crowd... dude?"

"Well, Granny's tiny treat?" And so Fling commenced! "I've had the delightful experience of a sneak peek at the Briviarriah Scrolls, and from what I gathered in the ancient scribbles, the head honcho of the Hashiras, Kagaya Ubuyashiki, is leading the show, Sherlock!"

Blizzard took one quick glance at TB and then zoomed back to the spirit guide like a kid avoiding broccoli! "You three sheets to the wind, there... Fling?"

The elderly leprechaun reversed direction. "Speak what, mutt?"

"Forget about it; your channel's not quite ready for a rerun!"

"DOH!" Barked Shaw-Kasjan with a laugh!

"Excuse me, did I just hear your single brain cell is still on vacation?" Fling had a point at this stage of the game.

"OH MAN! THE TRUTH IS TOLD!" Shaw-Cajun exclaimed, her eyes filled with tears as abundant as a leaking faucet.

TB burst into fits of giggles, rivaling a hyena on a sugar rush. "Looks like your 12-step program encountered a minor setback, my old friend?"

The old leprechaun was as confused as a cat trying to figure out why it’s in a dog park for the umpteenth time. "What on earth are you two refugees babbling on about? I performed flawlessly at my program. Thank me not!"

There was an opportunity to decelerate and allow the mind to perform a brief dance. "Hell, I made it at least 30 feet out the back door in 12-steps, didn't I?" Fling looked up. "Spotlight is back on you two skid marks! Heard that stupid one from an old comedian from New Dork City!"

"Rise up, you guys! What complete idiocy! We should leave immediately!" Shaw-Cajun hooted. "Besides, I'm getting a touch chill!"

Fling paused his laughter. "Okay, sweetheart! Come on, let's go fools!"

After just one hour, the divine warriors had arrived at the base of the Gertrude Fez-Paw rope foot bridge, which was found to be in extremely bad shape, making a crossing impossible.

It was debatable whether to utilize the robust, two-inch-thick brazenly rope because it was almost melted and tattered. Grey in color and quite questionable.

"HOLY COW!" Barked Shaw-Kasjan. "AH HECK, NAH! The mere sight of that POS frightens me greatly."

"Whoa there, partner!" Confirmed TB! "This is a plot twist I didn’t see coming!"

Peering back over his fluffy shoulders at the rest of the gang. "Hey Fling, have you had a chance to take a peek at this yet?"

At that moment, the old leprechaun popped onto the scene, and to his complete astonishment, he too was left scratching his head at the whole spectacle.

"Well, would you look at that? I see your concerns, young one!"

With that, he gave a good scratch to the top of his fabulously grey/purple hair, as if trying to unlock the secrets of the universe hidden within those vibrant strands.
"My, my! Looks like we’ve uncovered the mystery of those skid marks left by the last fella who dared to cross!"

"SHIT!" hissed TB with a nappy grin.

"Precisely!"

You could practically wade across the river and still have time for a snack on the other side. The width of the river, however, was a bit more of a challenge, approximately twenty-five feet, allowing for slight variations in measurement.

The sight of so many dangerously delightful Infinity fish swimming around was reminiscent of a comedy sketch gone awry!

"Well, would you look at that!" exclaimed Fling. "Look who's back for another round of seasonal mishaps and missing people!"

"You mean they eat people?" Exclaimed Shaw-Kasjan as she shuffled a few feet further from the river's edge.

"NO MY DEAR!" Barked Blizzard just now on the scene with a wag of the tail. "They devolve them down to the last layer of flesh!"

As Shaw-Kasjan swiftly turned around, this aroused an ambiguous curiosity in her. "They eat humans? Did he just say that?"

"Sure is!" Acknowledged her twin with a puzzling expression on her face. "DESOVED AN ALL!"

"He didn't say that, girls! Those things simply fry a person down to the raw muscle. The victim then bleeds out from there."

"GROSS!"

"You're kidding!"

"NAH, that's a fact!"

"WHY THOSE DIRTY ROTTEN... FOTHER MUCKERS!" Snapped TB just being a smart, aleck-possessed kitty!

As the gang stood on the riverside, something very substantial suddenly dropped with a splash that could only be described as a heavy thud—like a hippo birthing an impressive-size cannonball!

A message was somehow shoved too the bottom of a nasty old, clear Danish "E"-bit Shi-bit beer bottle, decided to take a scenic cruise down the river's narrow neck, as if it were on the ultimate float trip, complete with a leisurely vibe and a splash of adventure!

"WELL, THIS IS GREAT!" Following her now-soaked sibling, Shaw-cajun unleashed a fierce cry as she plummeted to the ground. "I mean, really! This is just hilarious... WHOMEVER YOU BE!"

While TB and Blizzard hurriedly crossed the river to investigate, Shaw-Kasjan cautiously bent down and grabbed the object.

"WATCH THE GIRLS, FLING WHILE WE CHECK THIS OUT!" A black ghost dog with a stocky build barked.

The well-worn leprechaun shuffled over to Shaw-Kasjan, his hand extended as if he were about to propose or unleash the most dubious "Pull my finger" gag ever seen!
"What shimmering gem do you possess, oh radiant star of splendor?" He inquired with a grin.

"YO, Fling! A little surprise lurking at the bottom! She replied, handing over the questionable item. "Good luck with that!" She added with an ornery giggle.

"Ah, yeah... thanks, kid!"

Fling suddenly realized that the letter was probably penned by hand and not by trying to express its subtle feelings either! Now that he noticed the evil sign of Heedful the demon!

It could also be some sort of trap as well! He had no idea what the letter contained, so he pretended he was blindfolded! This was the main reason for his brief pause for dramatic effect.

"Oh, come on, chicken little, just go for it!" Yelled Shaw-Kasjan as she and her twin scooted back like they were in a three-legged race and the stupid thing suddenly goes kaboom, like last time!

"My most recent attempt at such an absurd stunt resulted in the loss of a half-full Reinhardt beer bottle and a gold tooth." He let out a painful growl. "And that some-bish up there just floated around laughing!"

TB said not a word! Just flashed his ridiculous-looking one-tooth grin.

"Oh my goodness, that was absolutely hilarious!" Cheered on Shaw-Cajun with a playful chuckle.

"Ah yeah... thanks, kid! Hey... which team are you girls on, anyway?"

"Just consider the possibilities! Fling!"

"Excise me, Shaw-Kasjan?"

"YO BRO! You're going places, boo, boo!" Chuckled TB as he shot back across the other side of the river.

"OH YIPPY! Whatever blows your skirt up, TB," Muttered the old leprechaun as he gently removed the nearly fresh corn cob plug.

Fling's grip turned into a bit of a circus act as he hoisted the bottle up to his face, trying to yank the plug out with his teeth like a demented monkey on a mission.

To everyone's astonishment, the cob decided to make a grand exit with surprising ease!

"Well, would you look at that? Ole boy's got a pair of bulls that could rival a Pygmy rodeo!"

"No kidding! That's definitely not a common occurrence!" Agreed Blizzard, as he tilted his head like a confused puppy. "Hold your horses! That plug ain't done playing hide and seek quite yet!"

Fling somehow wrangled his skinny, senior finger down the bottle's stubborn neck and fished out the mysterious message like a magician.

There was a tie wrap that held the thin rice paper stationary together tight and secure. With a gentle tug on the tie string, he gradually unrolled it enough to read the first few paragraphs aloud.

"Shiezvastah Fevein Tyresense
A distinguished heritage that captures the very spirit of enlightenment is the Order of the Blue Rose.

The esteemed heritage can be traced back to the time when the venerated figures of Mary Magdalene and Mother Mary first shared their insights with others, leading them along the virtuous journey."

Fling stopped at this point. "Heads up, kids." He announced. "This is going to be a long one!

With a grin and a wink, he continued.

"The most loyal adherents of the Sacred Kin formed the Brotherhood of the Azure Blossom, motivated by the honorable mission to spread the pristine and unblemished teachings of the Messiah, Christ Jesus!

They accomplished this not just by repeating the words of others but by embedding it into their very essence, evolving into a living embodiment of profound affection.

To embrace the essence of humanity is a journey illuminated by the Teachings of the Blue Rose, demanding the embodiment of one's authentic self, a sacred alignment that unfolds within the depths of the heart.

As we unite as one, embodying a collective essence, we harness these rejuvenating energies through our impeccable accord and "can inspire hearts towards virtue," as the Sage once articulated.

A gathering of valiant hearts, inspired by the spirit of the Blue Rose, shall now ascend to lead the charge. Should you decide to tread this noble journey, wisdom shall be bestowed upon you.

The captivating tune of the cerulean blossom will echo deep within your spirit. Words falter for those who embody this spirit, finding it challenging to articulate the emotions it stirs within.
Recognizing that we represent the core of affection, a cohesive and strong spirit, along with an earnest and open heart, are the avenues through which it reveals itself.

This signifies a profound understanding that by welcoming our own fragility and letting a higher love flow through us, we can heal the hurts of those around us and shine brightly in the world.

This journey is filled with trials, yet it remains the only path we have come to know. Therefore, I express myself with the highest degree of reverence and deference that one can muster.

Throughout my very essence, I have traversed the hallowed journey, both as a devoted member of the distinguished Order of the Blue Rose and as a venerated Priestess of Avalon.

As you traverse the annals of history, keep in mind that the lessons and insights of the Blue Rose dwell profoundly within your cherished spirit.

On this noble quest, I will guide you through the annals of history. As I advance on this journey with grace and dignity, I shall share the knowledge and insight that I have embraced.

As you set forth on a quest to discover the latent power within, embracing your authentic self and savoring the deep blessing of life, rooted in your own revered spirit, I will remain steadfastly by your side, driven by unshakeable faith.

In the esteemed assembly, I shall welcome you into a revered domain of respect as we explore the mysterious realities of the blue blossom, the insights of the esteemed individuals, and the journey of challenges and hardships.
Advance with valor, Sister!

Your arrival is anticipated with immense enthusiasm. Let us embark on this noble journey together, bound by our shared ambition!

As the rare blossom that thrives within your esteemed essence reaches its pinnacle of magnificence, the time for judgment has arrived."

The old leprechaun was quite baffled as well as alarmed by now. "Holy smokes pilgrims!"

Shaw-Kasjan faced her sister. “Did you perceive that? He proclaimed, 'The moment for adjudication has come!' Do you share my thoughts?"

"Child of the cosmos?"

"Now, ladies! Simply slow down a little." Fling was cautious now!

Shaw-Cajun's beautiful grey eyes glowed with recognition. "I think so! Daddy?"

"Hey, children!" Blizzard attempted to shift the conversation by barking. "Things may seem different... ah, than they should!" He was able to stammer.

At this time, TB believed that he had a duty to assist with the current problem. "YO, Shaw-Kasjan. What is the number of monkeys required to break a two-headed horse?"

"SHUT UP, TB! YA... DIP-SHIP!"

The two heavenly siblings were often able to solve a great deal on their own, but sometimes certain expected influences were able to evade the obscure channels of their reasoning and steal real insights into a number of untold tales.

Shaw-Kasjan seized her sister with her left hand, drawing her away slightly. "Are you contemplating the same matter as I am?"

"I think so! Granny, Hebe Jebe! Python spirit?"

Shaw-Kasjan instantly shrugged her little shoulders, responding immediately. "WELL... what the hey? Just give me a break, okay? Which one would you say?"

This chat had Blizzard shaking his head in disbelief as he turned to face TB. "Did you catch how she just dropped that last line?"

TB seemed to be stuck in a riddle wrapped in mystery, still scratching his head in confusion. "I sure did! That was totally... frikken rad, man!" declared the demented karmic kitty!

A gentle wind began to sway through the underbrush, appearing unwelcoming and unpleasant, as if someone had been present to welcome it.

"Father talked to us long ago about the Blue Order, Shaw-Casjun! Recall, will you? In GG-Pa's old hardwood log cabin!"

Even though it was only a few years ago, Shaw-Casjun's memory was so short that it felt like it was stuck in a never-ending cycle of forgetfulness!

"Choo talk'n 'bout, foo?"

TB swatted Blizzard on the buttocks. "HA! She say, "Foo!" He laughed.

Shaw-Kasjan stomped her foot hard into the grass. "During our excursion at the cabin, GG-pa remarked that all manner of treasures may be found within the three sacred camel-back trunks nestled in the cellar of mother's old domicile."

Shaw-Cajun was praying she would never hear this once more. "Honestly! 207 Ruggles Avenue?"

https://www.facebook.com/watch/?v=950412252171942

Her head dropped gently in a small amount of dread. "I remember now. Newport, Rhode Island, scares me!" The cherished child's hands started to sweat, and her thin, tan legs would gently shake from approaching tears.

"Don't you dare cry, Shaw-Cajun! I WILL SLAP YOU SILLY IF YOU DO!" Bellowed Shaw-Kasjan in a feriosious demand.

When Blizzard heard, he crashed the girls' conversation. "HEY YOU TWO! Knocking that chit off!" He delivered an uncharacteristic frown of warning.

"And he means right this moment too, girls!" Added Fling; he seemed somewhat irritated.

"And you may mind your own business, Blizzard!"

OOPS!

"YOU TALK TO ME LIKE THAT YOUNG LADY, AND I'LL KNOCK A FART RIGHT OUT OF YA! BETTER THINK TWICE, CHILD!"

"No chit!" Confirmed TB!

"SHUT UP, TB! SUCH AH DWEEB!"

TB understood that his comeback needed to be impactful! "LARDY McFLABBER PANTS!"

Fling's jaw suddenly struck the ground! "Well, it’s clear I should have put on my reading glasses for that contract fine print!" He mumbled with a chuckle.

"How about we take a tiny adventure, my little sidekick?" Blizzard took a dramatic plunge from the rock outcrop, landing on the cool ground.

"NAH-DAH... I've got my own top-secret mission happening right now... just wait, TB! One of these times!"

"Some memories endure, akin to a stubborn friend who persistently reappears at inconvenient moments to serve as a constant reminder of their presence." It crashes in like a surprise party you didn't want, stirring up a tornado of thoughts that seems determined to stick around forever.
Now how ridiculously heartbreaking! To be leveling up in the game of life!
How utterly soul-crushing is that?"

Shaw-Cajun giggled. "Fling! You're talking to yourself again!"

https://www.youtube.com/shorts/iNx8d4-RP5k

"WHOA! Hold on tight, cowboy! Could you identify the individual who has recently embraced the exciting world of dairy farming? A delightful cascade of milk tumbles down to greet the earth, as if the cows decided to throw a dairy party! Being at a dog park with a cat is like bringing a piñata to a baseball game—it's just a recipe for chaos and a whole lot of wide-eyed panic!"

"Valkyrie! Your'e talking to yourself again!"

("AH CHIT!")

Unexpectedly, Shaw-Kasjan conceived a concept that could elevate their situation to unprecedented heights. "Blizzard. Do you recall that elderly priest that we met in Montaigne, behind the Hennessy church? Can you remember his name?"

"The one who resided in the old white house of worship? The Danish gaurdian keeping watch over the 78 unfed, unled dead?"

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lUxJPFQoH8c

"Yes!"

"Guþi Blodudløber." Bellowed TB. "Now, that ole boy's the biggest ath-hoe, ifen I ever know'd one!"

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JWGcTT6W4jw

Fling abruptly raised his gaze with a mischievous grin. "TB?"

"Greetings, boz! Sup?"

"Kindly shut dah puck up! Please, of coarse!"

"Roger that!"

Shaw-Casjun roared with laughter! "I need a free root beer!"

"Make that a 12 pack!" Insisted her irritated sissy!

end of act II

Act III
Pathway Prayer


"Mister Emendation! Correction, sire! They told everyone else that I was diluting." Cried twenty-four-year-old Jewel Susquehanna (Sue-kwat-yah-ha), in near panic.

"Relax sweetie. Don't you know which way to go?"

"But... but there was no indication of who I needed to submit to. So much shame and misery have not yet left me."

"I realize that punken... just hold tight! Your'e not finished with them yet, by golly!"

"I've always favored without pyrotechnics! So, are all of these insults intended at me?" She plumb lost it, dude! Broke down and everything!

"HOLY COW! SOMEONE, GATHER UP THAT CHILD AND BRING HER TO ME THIS INSTANT!" The well-hidden voice demanded!

From his 'Shutrah' black leather rocker, GG-pa pulled the young woman tightly into his muscular, welcoming arms. "Let's go, sweetie. He wants to see you this instant!"

"I plead with you, sire, to put an end to the Kestralls' mistreatment of me. I implore with shear grif!"

Marshal Snotty Doorknocker, a KG-PG field agent, flung open the back kitchen door and stepped inside. He tossed his "Trooper snow shoes" to one side of the open closet in the pantry. "It's me, Gitmo! Come on, girl! Daddy's home!"

The only sound in the dimly lit corridor was the tapping of toenails as a 178-pound Canine Feline Torsos hound doegee waited for her master and bestfred!
(Apologies, reader, still gott'a foe-king code!)

"Remove the snake's head; it's not what it appears to be!"

Little heartbroken, GG-pa slanted his head to the side. "Just hold on there, squirt. The redactions are not what you do! Sounds good? Right now, another version of you resides in an other universe!"

"Strategically buried in a big dugout during a snowfall, sleep in a bushcraft shelter with Grady Loenly. I'm happy to say the mystery angel cleaned that mess up as well! GG-pa what is his name?"

"Now, now, little pooper! You don't mind knowing that. Okay?"

She froze. She was much more amazing than I had imagined. "Who is he, I asked?"

The poor young girl weeping halted. "You don't care! He don't know me!"

"Doen'nt sweetie. He doesn't know me is the proper speech you seek."

"I DON'T GIVE A FORKEN-HIEMLER! I am quite curious about his identity! At this very moment, you are... PISSING ME OFF!"

Materialized seemingly from thin air! "HEY... DUMMKOPF! DO NOT PISS THAT ONE OFF! SHE COST ME 150 BUCKETS OF BLACK FIBBER CLAMS THE LAST TIME!"

GG-pa's tight grasp relaxed as he hesitated. "Listen to me, kiddo." He snarled as his own tears of misery began to flow uncontrollably. "Do not allow your thoughts to return to those deep, dark holes of doubt and deception. He wants you to be present within him." The old guy was now aggressively shaking in response to everything.

Suddenly, the subtle voice announced that it was time for another solo performance! Whoa! It resembled a loud explosion!

"ELLERY! HAS MY CHILD BEEN SUBJECTED TO ANY HARM?" There was a slight pause of frozen time. "ELLERY? I REQUEST THE IMMEDIATE PRESENCE OF MY CHILD THIS INSTANT!"

Even when GG-pa released Jewel, he had complete authority over her. "NO, SHE IS UNHURT IN ANY WAY! BECAUSE OF THAT, SHE IS A VERY STRONG AND STURDY BATTLE-HARDENED WARRIOR!

It seems like an eternity of stillness! "WE WILL BE THERE IN A SECOND OR TWO, SIRE!"

"YA, YA! AND ALL ROADS LEAD TO ARKADELPHIA... RIGHT? ALL BUCKETS OF FOE-KING LIES, I SAY!"

"What did he mean by that?"

"He has a strong attraction to a woman named Penny Poppen-Schweitzer. I often wonder about that girl! She's quite an odd one, indeed! Another frikken fleet bubble gummier! Just what we need! Ya,know?"

GG-pa gently guided Jewel's little right hand into the lower lighting of a nearby chamber built of thick black walnut burl. "Listen to me! Kindly don't talk further. I'm trying to get you out of here straight away, fastest feasible. OKAY?"

Jewel apprehensively gazed upwards, letting out a few more well-recognized and happily veiled tears. "He's one of them, huh?"

The atmosphere remained quiet and motionless. "I said to remain silent from this point forward. Pay attention to me, youngster!"

"DON'T YOU DARE TOUCH ME, YOU... YOU... DOUBLE AGENT, YOU!" Shouted Snotty as he brah-bopped down the long, dark corridor, still chatting to his foe-king doegee. Then he observed the two.

Jewel wisely backed up with bulging bright green eyes.

"DON'T YOU DARE BITE ME... CHA... CHA... CHA... CHILD!" He laughed in a goofball manner. He looked down to greet Gitmo's tired-looking eyes.

"So what had you discovered whilst in Break Serie Pass, Marshal Doorknocker."

With that Snotty, now grinning like a foe-king Queensland beauty, although of a different type gender type, while clutching a four-leaf clover.

"The local peasants were convinced she was a vampire, and honestly, who could blame them?"

Out of nowhere, the officer, now in a crouch, performed a quick shimmy of his backside. "But let's be honest about yarn here—calling it a Vampyre is like saying a cat is a lion; it's the most far-fetched idea that most fabricators would ever dare to wrap their heads around!"

Jewel looked up to GG-pa. "I do not like that man, GG-pa. He gives me the worst of the worst willies!"

"They claimed that you said that whils...!" Out of the blue, GG-pa erupted into a fit of giggles. "I totally get you, darling. Oh, please do go on, Snotty!"

"NO! Claire-Lorraine was, not a Vampyer, nor was she any other form of the vial, distasteful evil, thereof!"

GG-pa's gaze froze. "Why would anyone accuse her of such foul being beyond me, I assure you!"

"Perhaps it was related to her fangs? Maybe they were all nervous about her keen little ears and rather blue-tinted complexion?" Jewel added, now feeling bold enough to stay.

At least for the moment. "I don't like that man!" She whispered as she lifted the hood of her all white Buttershemere hoodie that she had purchased while visiting Mount Buttersworth last winter with her best friend Patty Wagon.

"Odd, yes, but that shouldn’t condemn a fellow over! One wouldn’t think, anyway!" Now GG-pa was a bit puzzled.

"Ah, no! Furthermore, she did not emerge from this world under the macabre flag of the Red Star Rising! SO, ASK NOTHING!" Added Doorknocker with a little more oomph!

"Clair-Loraine is a blessed Saint and had been since her birth at the monastery in Steep Chapel Hills, Transylvanian, Romanian in the year of our Lord eight-teen forty. Only the Diseases of the region were aware of that fact, mainly for her protection and sobriety."

A colossal grin burst forth on GG-pa's face, as if he just heard the world's funniest joke! "Well, that's exactly what I've been sending up prayers for all these years!"

"Some would not relate her to Sainthood because of her untamed menacing beginning. Often vioelating whichever order or village ordinance she felt did not apply to her alienable rights. Wanna get drunk?"

"Let's go, GG-pa."

"NAH! Hold on pun-ken. Did you remember to meet with Carey Danial's in Peterborough, by chance?"

A sudden stillness came forth.

"Me?"





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