DIE BÈRENGERS

DIE BÈRENGERS

A novel by
COUNT: V V Nicolzah
Novel #2
PG-13

KARRATHA MONASTERY
We are anointed Danish Christian guidance counselors.
We wish to make new friends in this world. We want to help in any way(s) that we are capable of.
Our goal.
We provide this service to those displaced mothers/mothers with children, and battered women, for free. This will include food, shelter, safety/protection to the best of our abilities.
We are currently building our staff.
And most importantly, "ALL RACES ARE MOST LOVED AND WELCOMED! GOD'S CHILDREN ARE ALL OF US!
We are non profit.
We accept no donations.
We love and care for all of you!
In the faith, spiritual guidance acts as a means to discern thoughts and purposes, while also nurturing the journey of devotion. It may be sought from a guide in the faith, a shepherd of the flock, or a minister of the Word. A minister of the Word, a shepherd of the spirit, or a guide of faith can all be the source of it.
Love.
Light.
Peace.
Just how OUR Father wishes.


SUB-DEACON: 6th Countess Lady Dana Alexa Nicolzah

DEACON: 3rd Countess Lady Corriana Juleya Nicolzah

DEACON: 2nd Countess Lady Teri Heather Nicolzah

SUB-DEACON: 7th Countess Lady Leanna Eileen Nicolzah

DEACON: 5th Countess Lady Nai' Shara Raymien Nicolzah

DEACON: 4th Countess Lady Aneeka Altmaier Nicolzah

DEACON: BLOODLINE PRIMAL COUNTESS:
Lady Bathory Draculliah Barthenheier Nicolzah

ARCHDIOCESE: BLOODLINE COUNT ROYAL:
Valkyrie Vladimir Nicolzah





Conceived over a month of investigation, ascribed to an extraordinary ability to communicate thoughts through unique forms of media and diverse discourses from the ethereal realm, a 5th density M45 star system crossover, I must admit that my perspective has altered slightly since then.

I am concerned that I might have unintentionally created an unusual literary phenomenon instead of merely honing my skills. All capabilities. Even the concealed ones that those in power prefer you remain unaware of.

This serves as a warning from me. There is no need for further deception from the hidden powers, of which I am not a part.

I am here to provide insight and understanding, emphasizing the critical significance of sharing genuine love with others and employing my highest capabilities.

Engagement in the acquisition and exchange of soul contracts. Guided by a higher purpose and fortunate in endeavors.

I invite you to engage with my manuscripts.

Untypical telekinesis manifestation at the fifth density, through the subatomic consciousness. 

Panpsychism. I am a walk-in soul.

In a most curious vision, I beheld a most unlikely alliance, where Tucker Carlson and Old Mother Hubbard joined forces to present a comedic spectacle of their own making!
Named it the "MOTHER TUCKER SHOW!"
I was suddenly roused from slumber, a cry escaping my lips... "TRULY, MY BROTHER! GOOD GOD, HOLMES!"

UNITE THE CLANS, ONE NATION UNDER GOD the ALMIGHTY.
I assert that our country has a moral obligation to provide reparations to all ethnic communities, including African Americans and Chinese, who were unjustly displaced from their native lands and endured the horrific practice of slavery.
Those righteous families impacted by such a grievous act shall receive the rightful rewards of their noble forebears that were unjustly withheld! In light of the prevailing hourly wage rates.

By the divine authority of our Lord and Saviour, Jesus Christ,

THIS SHALL BE DONE.
FORE I HAVE SPOKEN.

C/R VVN MENE for DOM



Chapter 1

Those Saints Among Us

Blessed is the one who trusts in the Lord, whose confidence is in him.
Jeremiah 17:7

act I

In the year of our Lord, 1847, GG-Pa lived in Arkadelphia, Arkansas.

From the Louis XVI grandmaster cabinet beside him, he removed his old black and white churchwarden pipe from its padded redwood box.
He slowly and methodically filled the bowl with Captain Black's Ol' Timers Whisky Sour pipe tobacco. This always brought on a broad, satisfying smile.

According to this old southern fart, they discovered the first badly beaten body in the fall of 1843.
"I don't remember exactly which month it was, so don't ask!" He warned his Lake Faerie great-granddaughter triplets.

Suddenly, a match flashed in the old log cabin's darkened great room. As GG-Pa spoke, a thick bellow of white smoke enveloped the air in front of his face. "The only thing I remember about that girl was her waltzing into town wearing that dusty black Kodiak hat!"

Then he frowned. "Suddenly, that girl flung those darn ole saloon doors open! Nearly toppled their hinges!" he chuckled.

Thrusting his massive arms outward as if shoving a dead ox off a cliff, GG-Pa said, "Frightening! I just sat there, right next to lazy old man Pete and Master Derby!"

"NO SHITE!" shouted Selena Rey Bérenger in her sour Arkansas drawl.

"Mind your tongue, sweetness!"

In a graceful gesture, Selena Rey slapped two fingers across her lips as her slight smile faded. "I'm sorry, GG-PAPA, it slipped! I promise, never again!" Her quartzite-tinted Lake Faerie wings cloaked her face as a chorus of laughter erupted from her sisters.

"YOU'RE SUCH A LIAR!" Barked Cortina Aaliyah. "You're lying right this blood moment, retard!"

Since her birth, they knew Selena Rey as Little Liz. Who initially gave her that nickname? No one could remember! Whatever it stuck!

GG-Pa shifted his weight on the old, padded black leather master's chair. "Yep! She was quite the oddball! All dressed up in dem black leather chaps!" He sighed, "AND! AND! With a leather stock rider duster coat!" GG-Pa grinned. "It must have been over eighty degrees out there that day! The little turd was plumb crazy! Yes, Sir!"

"Was she as pretty as the book portrays her to be?" asked Cortina Aaliyah Bérenger as she combed her fifty-two-inch-long, glaze-black hair like her sisters.

"Yeah! Did her strawberry blonde hair hang past her butt?" asked Selena Rey.
A cute twinkle twinkled in Sabrina Anette Bérenger's glistening eyes as she giggled. "Those dusty old hats and dusters are too hot for that noise!"

"It was long ago, my sweetheart!" replied GG-Pa. "The accuracy of the artist's drawings quite impressed me in the old book."

The old family grizzly rug was Little Liz's favourite spot in the entire log cabin mansion; she shuffled her weight, snuggling into its warmth. "If the Archdiocese wanted her head on a silver platter, why did she stay in that dusty old town?" she requested.

GG-Pa didn't respond. Just sat there fiddling with his pipe.

Little Liz struggled not to lie as she faced GG-Pa's question, "Did you read the old book, young lady?" he asked.

No matter what, GG-Pa always saw the truth. This old man was quite wise!
Little Liz constantly complained about GG-Pa being tough on her, which is why she fought back so emphatically, telling him where to stick it!

Little Liz muttered, "The rest of the world seems to get a break. I've read some writings, but not much," she confessed in an uncomfortable tone. "But I studied all the lithographs, though... oh, they're my favourites!"

That answer did not satisfy GG-PA in the least. "Sounds like something a teenage tomboy would say about reading!"

GG-Pa slowly folded his arms across his rather enormous stomach as he said, "Well, why are you struggling to comprehend this book? The manuscript contains some of the most fantastical fairy tales ever compiled!

GG-Pa developed a sour expression. "You remember how to read Danish, don't you?" he asked, making Little Liz slightly nervous.

"Well... ah ya. Kinda, sorta," she replied. "However, my reading speed is slow, GG-PaPa."

"Nice try, twerp."

"NO, No! I mean, it's likely prolonged!"

"YEAH!" squeaked Sabrina Anette with excitement in her somewhat higher-pitched voice. She almost sounds like she is speaking through a lung, expelling helium. "Whenever she reads aloud, she kind of sounds like she has DOWN-SYNDROME or sumpin!" Cortina Aaliyah instantly rolled to her side in hysterics.

Little Liz shot Sabrina Anette an evil glare. "Enough out of you, squawky little toad!"

"Can't talk, only squawk!" teased Cortina Aaliyah.

"POO ON YOU, CORTINA!"

"Girls! Pay attention," called GG-Pa. "Then what is the answer, my great-granddaughter?" asked GG-Pa in a sterner tone. Little Liz felt jittery as her eyes widened. Slowly lowering her head, she replied, "I do not have any, GG-PaPa."

"I'll get back to you as soon as the three of you have finished reading."

“GG-Pa, she's not to blame!" Sabrina Anette responded. "She has been quite busy these last three days because of me." Her expression changed to one of seriousness. "With cutting wood for the winter and all for you!"

The eyes of GG-Pa turned sombre. "Then I assume you want me to read it for you."

end of act I


act II

Because of the old book's large size—a little over three thousand pages—the thought was appalling. Having so many pages had always been a struggle, as they feared they would exhaust themselves.

He waited patiently... Then he said, "Let's not just sit there! Let's run and fetch!"
Little Liz bolted from her warm spot on the rug. After stumbling down the long, dark passageway, she realised there was no candle in the colossal room. As a result, she turned to return to the front room in frustration.

She giggled shyly, re-entering the room, grabbing a candle and a fruit from the lazy stand and yelling, "GG-PaPa!" She sank her tiny fangs into a ripe red apple; closing her petite mouth, she mumbled, "Can't see in the dark very well."

Sabrina Anette followed up with, "GG-Pa, how many tales are in the old book?"

“Countless!" cried Cortina Aaliyah brightly.

He said nothing. Just sat there alone in his mind, cherishing the beauty of his ever-so-precious great granddaughters and feeling so grateful deep down in his elderly heart.

Flames engulfed several half-burnt logs in the stone fireplace as he silently studied them. Eventually, her grandfather answered the young southern belle, Lake Faerie. "Despite what you might think, there aren't that many! I can assure you of that. There is one thing that each of the stories has in common: a life-changing experience for the characters involved."

Sabrina Anette glanced at her triplet sister with a slight expression of confusion.
Cortina Aaliyah laughed warmly. "I guess we should get cracking then!" she giggled. "WOW! That's what I figured!" Sabrina Anette laughed.

"What of that story? You know, the one with the mystic Norse princess and her grey timber wolf?" she asked.

What GG-Pa saw in Sabria Anette's eyes made him smile; as he remembered, it captivated the triplets, pages after pages of breath-taking stories.

"In that story, it thrusts the reader into a fast-moving adventure high in the Russian Ural mountains in a scary, foreign environment. We seldom see the eyes of the average man in this hidden place and a place where a child should never, ever go. Later, it became known as the Great Marbella Wonderland Effect, although that doesn't mean it's perfect!

"NO!" grunted GG-Pa. "I forbid you youngsters to read that particular tale without my present!"

Sabrina Anette slowly turned to Cortina Aaliyah with a sorrowful look, then back to GG-Pa. "Oh. I forgot."

GG-Pa hesitated, "There are many other, safer tales to discover in the old book. I doubt you should have difficulties finding one encouraging you, girls."

And GG-Pa was right. Although the old book is pure vampyer fantasy adventure, many fables are nothing less than regenerated myths of true-life events and occurrences.

But was it just the works of pure fantasy fiction, or could it be something much more sinister? That answer lies within the grasp of each reader. Sadly, some people emerge from the depths of an old book only to discover, years later, that they have brought a fragment of that book's negative aspects.

When Selena Rey returned, they heard her struggling with the heavy book. After a long day, she gently laid it upon the bear rug. She complained, "Pulling a full manure cart with my teeth would have been much easier!" The whole family laughed, even GG-Pa.

"Don't make light of it, my sweetheart. Once again, you have done a wonderful job!" he said kindly. She flopped herself on the rug, flashing a slow smile.

"SO!" Little Liz shouted. "Where have we headed this time?"

"I would like to join you on this adventure!" Cortina Aaliyah said, raising her right hand. Then, turning to Little-Liz, "The last one didn't impress. Thank you very much!"

"Chicken!" sassed Little-Liz.

That angered Cortina Aaliyah, "Well, who wants to read a stupid ol' story about a three-headed goat anyway? NOT I!"

"I KNOW!" shouted an excited Sabrina Anette! "Let's find one with Jesse James! He's my favourite fantasy outlaw lover!"

That struck Little-Liz as quite odd. "You are so weird!"

"Enough, you three." GG-Pa interrupted. "Sabrina Anette! Pick a number from one through one hundred."

"Why?"

"Perhaps, because I told you so! Does that answer work for you?" GG-Pa growled.

"Oh. Sure! HUM! OKAY! How about three hundred and eighty-seven?"

"WHAT!" cried a startled Cortina Aaliyah as she turned to Little Liz with a queer look. "That made absolutely no sense!"

"Yeah, I know! Right!" Little Liz responded, tickled. "I don't think she quite understood the question, GG-PaPa!" She replied, supporting a broad grin.
GG-Pa? Well, he had no words. Then, scratching his head, he turned to Little Liz. "Slick, would you like to try your hand at it?"

end of act II


act III

GG-Pa grunted impatiently as she batted her ankle-length velvet dress with her hand. Same style of dress as that of her sisters, and asked, "Why me?" Little Liz laughed out loud."She's just like any other airhead teenybopper, you know!"
GG-Pa waited impatiently, rattling off the arm of his chair loudly.

"ALRIGHT!" Little Liz fussed back. "HUM! How about...! Ah...! HUM! NINTY-SEVEN!"

GG-Pa was delighted with that number. "Very well then! Then! Now. Ninety-seven, you say." GG-Pa cocked his head to one side. "You sure you don't mean ninety-seven and a half, or something as that?"

Little Liz giggled, blushing. "Nope!"

"Alright then! It's settled." GG-Pa clapped his chubby hands together, "Selena Rey. Turn to chapter ninety-seven. That will be you girls' read for this week."

Little Liz gently turned the endless pages until, finally, she had located page one of chapter ninety-seven. Suddenly she froze as her eyes slowly met GG-Pa's.

"Chapter ninety-seven... is 'Raven Birth,' GG-PaPa." She waited patiently for his response, and he remained silent until he finally broke the silence.

"Sounds interesting. It should be a pleasant read! Would you not agree?"

"But GG-PaPa! It is a level...!"

"I like it! Sounds interesting to me!" agreed Sabrina Anette, interrupting Selena Rey. Little Liz quickly shot a glance at her sister.

"But... it's a level...!"

"Sounds good, to me too!" added Cortina Aaliyah, cutting Liz off.

GG-Pa clapped his hand once again. Loudly this time. "Enough! You girls take the old book down to the east wing parlour and get to learning."

"BUT GG-Pa!" shouted Little-Liz.

"Do not argue with me, Selena Rey!" He said it firmly yet gently.
The girls quickly gathered their belongings and the old book and shuffled their tiny feet down the long, dark corridor leading to the east-wing parlour.

"DANG!" Little Liz complained in a loud whisper. "He's getting ornerier by the day! I swear! "she shook her head in disgust. "Wouldn't even acknowledge what I had to say!"

"Oh, that's right!" agreed Cortina Aaliyah. "The elderly individual lacks patience," she chuckled.

"You two better watch your mouths! That kind of swearing will get GG-Pa's tongues in the air!" Sabrina Anette warned.

Little Liz barked, "POO! He takes my tongue, and I'll have his ass!" Cortina Aaliyah chuckled. "It's a great place to grab onto! For sure!"

The vampyer tennies were warned to re-stoke the east-wing parlour fireplace as soon as possible because the smouldering logs were almost out.

"DOH! We've got problems if that thing blows out, chaps!" exclaimed Little Liz.

Without hesitation, Cortina Aaliyah bolted through the parlour side door. They kept the wood and gathered three small logs to rekindle the fire. Selena Rey grabbed the dusty old goatskin fireplace below from the side of the oversized marble mantel. She forced several large puffs across the soft coals, bringing tiny embers to life.

end of act II


act III

In the large parlour, Sabrina Anette shifted the massive manuscript onto an ottoman as she still held the heavy leather-bound book. She squealed, "GOOD GOLLY! OH, MOLLY!" She panted. "I think I strained my back carrying that heavy object!"

"YEAH... I know you're kidding, right?!" shouted Little-Liz. Imagine... thirteen more volumes of the same size!

Cortina Aaliyah kicked off her clogs and snuggled warmly into the softness of the long-haired black Icelandic sheepskin rug that engulfed it. "What's the title of tonight's tale, again?"

"The Ravens." Little Liz promptly answered, sitting next to Cortina Aaliyah on her right. Then, struggling, Little Liz carried the old book to the centre of the small group and gently opened its heavy front cover.

"WAIT!" Sabrina Anette hollered emphatically." I will need popcorn and root beer!" she demanded. Little-Liz and Cortina Aaliyah stared at one another, wordless, as Sabrina Anette disappeared from the large parlour.

"DON'T FORGET JERKY TOO!" Little-Liz instructed.

Cortina Aaliyah slowly shook her head. "GADS! It's like... her stomach is in total control of her entire body! Like... constantly!"

"Yeah, I know... right!" Little-Liz mildly thumbed through the first five pages of various admiring fantasy etchings. "This one here is my favourite!" she exclaimed, pointing to a pair of red dragons in a brutal mid-air fight. "His name is Judo, and he's one badass dragon too! He shaw is!"

"I know who he is... silly! We read that tale just two weeks ago."
Little Liz looked up. "Did we?" she asked, scratching the top of her head.

"MAN! Like your memory is all haywire if you can't remember that story!" Cortina Aaliyahre was marked with a bewildered expression.

"Yeah... I know, right!" Little-Liz laughed. "I pay little mind to most everything... ya know!"

"OH...don't I know!" They giggled together.

A few moments later, Sabrina Anette returned with a massive bucket of freshly buttered popcorn and a single excellent beer growler full of the girl's favourite root beer and caramel soda.

"OH, MAN! I'm in heaven!" Little-Liz announced, hastily gathering three beer steins from the old rustic oak liquor cabinet.

Sabrina Anette cautiously filled each stein to its fullest without spilling a drop, topping each off with a delicate head of delicious foam. "There! That should do it!" she happily declared.

"By golly! I tell you, I could live off this diet!" Cortina Aaliyah blissfully confessed.

"YEAH... I know... right!"

"SO! Shall we get into the tale!" asked Sabrina Anette.

"YEAH... YEAH!" roared Little-Liz, opening to faerie tale ninety-seven. "Ready?" she asked cautiously.

Just then, GG-Pa stuck his head into the large room. The girls turned to listen to his final words. "I know well that this is level twelve, children. And I am so sorry for having to force you into reading it." He paused briefly. This is the only way for you to learn the truth about Lake Faerie and its existence. He departed the area, closing the large wooden door as he left. And he was sobbing inside.

"Do it!" responded Sabrina Anette.

"WAIT!" hollered in her sweet southern belle accent. Sabrina Anette. "Pray first!"

"Oh, yeah! Sorry." Little Liz apologised. They all bowed their heads as little Liz continued.

"Grant me protection, O Lord, Thy protection, and in protection, strength, and strength, understanding, and in understanding, knowledge, and knowledge, the knowledge of justice, and in the knowledge of justice, the love of it And in the love of it, the love of all existences, and in that love, the love of spirit and all creation," they all ended with a soft, "Amen."

Little Liz cleared her throat and began. "Alright! Faerie Tale ninety-seven! THE RAVENS!"

As each triplet prepared for an extensive reading session, they snuggled into the enormous black sheepskin rug.

The old leather-bound book contains a unique power that engulfs the reader in hypnotic trances as the reader progresses through the book.

This phenomenon drags into the story readers and listeners, which involves them as active participants in the tale. It has to be magic! So here's what happened to these three Arkansas teenagers.

Let's move on... Here's what happened.

end of Chapter I