“You know why I am here.” He kept his smile plastered to his face as his chubby paw opened to reveal a tiny blue glass ball.
Upon seeing the ball, Amana began to scream. Her voice pierced the night sky like an ice pick through the heart, drowning out the sickening call of the drums. Hysterical and screaming wildly, she began to cry as she ran blindly for the Allerton Circle just twenty yards away.
“No!” Sarah cried out as she reached behind her for the place where Amana should have been.
But she was too fast and Sarah fell hard as she tried, in vain, to snatch Amana’s coat sleeve.
Just as Amana leapt for the Circle, Orono threw the glass ball toward her and its blue stream of light suspended her body in mid-air before releasing it to collapse into a lifeless pile of parts, very much like a sack of potatoes, to the dead ground.
Where Amana’s honey brown eyes used to be were now empty black sockets.
“For the heavens, no!” Sarah screamed as she raced to the spot where Amana’s body lay. The hated green coat now covered a mound of vacated flesh…emptied of a soul.
The blue glass ball pulsated with an eerie pink color as it returned to Orono’s sweaty palm through the crisp air.
“Back to the cages with you.” He laughed as he pointed at the ball where Amana’s soul was now trapped. Gently placing the ball into a velvet red bag, he removed another blue glass ball from the sack.
Smirking under his giant cheeks and puffy pink lips, he said to Sarah, “Your turn. Back to the soul cages!”
Just as the blue glass ball warmed to a soft pink, in Orono’s grubby paw, Sarah felt a rough shove in her back and she fell instantly to the unyielding ground.
A towering, broad man wielding a metallic shield with a raised silver ‘M’ stood over her. The glass ball’s pinkish stream smashed against his shield and reflected back into the blackness of Solis’ night sky.
“In to the Circle!” he ordered. The commanding voice did not seem to come from the massive man, but rather from the heavens. Indeed the man could have been a young god; his eyes covered by opaque glasses; his head devoid of hair and his skin the color of warm cocoa. As he defended her, his full lips were pulled back into a sneer, revealing clenched white teeth.
Scrambling to her feet, she slipped on the slick surface, scraping the delicate skin of her knees in her hurry to reach the circle. Orono directed the glass’s stream towards her, not to be outdone, as she hurried and slipped towards the freedom—toward escape.
The man in the black leather pants threw his shield in front of her and the light’s stream was again deflected. He was saving her again in less than a few moments. He raced over to her and retrieved his shield. She stood up, just as he joined her.
“MOVE!”
She did. Running along side her, the mystery man was the only thing between her and the soul cages.
Cursing, Orono adjusted his bulk and like a slow moving train lumbered towards them. Heaving and huffing, he muttered curses as he hurried towards Sarah and her dark knight. His fangs ready to tear through the stranger’s flesh.
“Whoever you are, you will surely despise the day you crossed me,” he spat and swung a tight right fist towards the man.
Orono’s fist landed squarely into the shield, knocking the man awkwardly and hard onto his back. He crawled on top of the man’s shield, crushing the man beneath it with his extremely monstrous bulk, his fangs closing in on the man’s exposed neck.
“For the heavens, into the Circle!” the dark man ordered once more as he lifted the shield with ease as Orono went flying into a patch of grimy soil.
With her heart thundering in her ears, Sarah raced to the flickering glow and with one giant leap, was embraced by the tickling, dense feeling of the Allerton Circle’s entranceway. She turned to look behind her and saw the massive mysterious man running towards the Circle.
Breathing heavily, he lowered his shield as he, too, entered the Allerton Circle.
Behind him, Orono cursed all the more as he, too, tried to enter the Circle. As soon as his foot slipped across the magical threshold, smoke hissed and curled into the air. His face twisted in pain and mounting anger. He quickly retreated from the circle and growled in fury. The foul smell of burnt flesh floated into the Circle’s ring.
“Fare thee not so well.” The man smirked as the image of Orono faded. The sheen of sweat glistened from his brawny shoulders and powerful chest. Hairless, his chest rose and fell in a hypnotic rhythm as he tried to regain his breath.
Sarah tore her eyes away from his torso and moved them up to the face of her rescuer.
“You had better hold on,” he ordered as the whirling of the Circle began.
The mournful landscape blurred as the twirling increased, growing faster and making Sarah dizzy. Grasping for something, anything in which to hold on, she tried to stay awake and to keep her bearings. But the accelerated speed of the Circle grew to be too much.
It spun her into darkness.
* * *
The crisp, wintry air penetrated Sarah’s lungs, icing the bronchial tubes that limited her breathing. Gagging and clawing for air, she awoke up fighting.
Motionless and seemingly unaffected by the chilly air, the knight, as Sarah decided to call him, squatted not far from where she had slept. The somber world of Solis had vanished and in its place, a bitterly cold world.
Goosebumps blanketed her arms and legs. She glanced around her new environment and noticed that in place of Solis’s moons was one full moon tinted the shade of purple. The sky, too, held tones of lavendar in varying degrees, and the vegetation presented a mixture of colors from lush, bold greens to gloomy grays scattered amongst the white, snow covered ground.
She heard loud chirps and looked above as large winged birds flew over them.
“Those are Wrangler birds.” The dark man gestured to where the birds once where. In the distance, she could hear other birds squawk amongst the chirping of the wrangler birds.
No, this was not Solis, but where had the Allerton Circle taken her?
“You can stand now,” The knight suggested in the same commanding tone in which he had ordered her into the Allerton Circle. He watched her from his crouched spot and he did not remove his glasses.
“I need to get my bearing.” She drew the terry cloth blanket tighter around her shoulders. “Give me your name.”
“I am Marion,” Marion smiled. “And this,” with his arms opened wide. “…is Veloris.”
“Veloris?” Her breath caught as a bubbling started in her stomach. Surely it couldn’t be…but what if it was Veloris?
Veloris was known throughout the secret circles of the galaxy as the Savior’s Planet. It was the only planet from which Valek could not harvest souls due to Veloris’s location and powerful protectors. The route to Veloris was extremely dangerous; it involved travel through several rocky asteroid belts and past the Pixlis galaxy, which was also known as the Graveyard, the home of many pirates and thieves. If one got past those things, Veloris itself had a legendary navy and defense against any intruder.
“I am one of the Queen’s Ministers.” He turned and showed Sarah a tattoo on his left bicep. In a scripted “M” with a sword slashed through it, the tattoo labeled Marion as a Minister Knight of Souls.
She had heard of the Queen’s Ministers of Souls. Everyone in the cages had heard the myths, legends and rumors that abound throughout about who they were and if they even existed. Valek could not be stopped some had declared, but still others believed and spread whispered tales about the battles the Ministers of Souls waged against him.
And won.
Marion moved closer to her and squatted down next to her; the leather stretched taut over his shapely, hardened thighs. She could smell a floral scent about him that reminded her of her childhood.
“It’s freezing here.” He reviewed her short blouse and shorter leg coverings. “Does the blanket not warm you?”
“Yes, a little,” she stuttered and pulled
the blanket closer. She felt awkward with his masked eyes on her. “No, not much.”
“Come, we will start towards the castle.” Standing, he offered his hand; he lifted her to her feet and she fell in step behind him. His stride took three steps of hers to keep up.
They walked for a few miles; she could not stand the silence. He marched on without stopping or even talking. It would seem his mind was elsewhere. She wondered several times if he had forgotten that she was even there.
“I thought you were a myth,” she said as she rushed to catch up with him.
“I assure you; I am very real.”
She waited for the dark Minister to continue.
He did not.
“My sister, Amana, she was recaptured…back at the Circle…”
“Yes, I am aware of that,” he interrupted.
The ground crunched beneath their feet as they walked on towards the northern part of Veloris. If the tales were true, they were currently in the Northern Forest. Once they were through the forest and on the other side, they would reach the Queen’s castle.
The Northern Forest had been almost completely cleansed of wildlife due to hunting. However, Queen Zoë had forbidden any more hunting some three hundred rotations prior. Now, Marion explained, there were all sorts of wildlife, from the wrangler bird, Sarah heard earlier to the doggets with their packs of pups and den mothers. The forest was alive despite the icy temperatures and frozen lakes.
To the southeast, in which the Circle of Allerton had delivered them, was the Southern Forest, which had been decaying for years in part to the widening of the Circle. The Circle of Allerton’s widening had begun only a hundred rotations prior but had ate the vegetation and the surrounding wildlife in order to sustain its growth. It drained all life within its grasp. He predicted that once the Circle reached the beginnings of the Northern Circle, Queen Zoë would have the Circle destroyed, which meant no others would be able to arrive via the Circle of Allerton.
Barefoot, Sarah walked slower than Marion, who wore boots of polished leather. The scrapes on her foot bled and left red footprints on the white, soft snow that peppered the ground. The cold numbed her toes and she could barely wiggle them. Marion’s stride left her far behind, so far in fact that she could no longer hear his voice. Out of breath and tiring, she had to push herself to keep up despite the dizzy spells and her weakened condition.
“Then you plan to rescue her, too?” Sarah asked wearily, but loudly calling to him, drawing him back to the previous conversation before he changed it to Veloris’s landscape.
“No.” He stopped abruptly and turned back to look at her. He closed the gap that had sprawled between them.
“What?” She stared into his blackened glasses. “But, but…”
He wasn’t going back for her sister?
Removing the tinted glasses, he revealed his pale gray eyes. The pupils were almost clear except for a shadow of gray. They were disconcerting; out of place among the smooth creaminess of his caramel-colored complexion.
“No. We are not planning to rescue your sister,” he restated deliberately and firmly.
“Then take me back!” She pointed to the direction in which they had come. “Take me back right this minute!”
“No.”
“I don’t care! Take me back to Solis; I will get her back!” She yelled as tears gathered in her eyes. They did not spill over. She was determined not to let them fall. Life had taught her not to reveal pain. She had learned that lesson well. He was not worth her most precious tears.
The forest fell quiet as if listening to the debate between the new arrival and the Minister. The sky had flushed to a deep purple, almost black, as night approached leisurely from the West.
He slapped down his glasses, turned around and marched forward. His pace quickened and Sarah’s slowed. She stopped several times and searched her surroundings. She knew she was too weak to go back on her own, but Amana needed her. And if he was a Minister, he could help her.
Suddenly, he turned around again and walked back to her. He smirked.
“You will learn to trust me.” He smiled again for just a moment. Then his face turned serious when he said, “But it was I who rescued you. Do not forget it.”
“And you can not do the same for Amana?” she pleaded. Her little sister, the only family she had left thanks to the slaving of the soul cages, her soul had been claimed by Valek’s evil.
He solemnly shook his head no.
“Then I will do this on my own,” she swore defiantly as she dropped the blanket and took off running towards the south. She had very little strength, but she must try, even if it took her life.
As she raced south, she passed dense masses of evergreen trees that populated the southeast section of the forest. To the west, more trees of every color: blues, red and several shades of purple.
She had to get back to the Circle. The frosty air rushed into her lungs as she fled the presence of Marion. Looking up, the sky above had deepened even more as night crept closer.
A shadow suddenly appeared out of the corner of her eye and she almost collided with Marion who had flickered past her in a blur of black and walnut brown.
Her eyes grew wide in disbelief as he raised a black tiny glass sphere, no larger than a plum, towards her face and said, “Sleep.”
Chapter Two
“What happened to her?” Valek roared causing the hair on Orono’s back to crawl and slither down his back. This made each and every strand on his fuzzy back ripple in fear.
“I-I already had the one,” he hissed and sputtered. “Then this enormous dark man emerged from the Circle.”
Valek slammed his skeletal fist into Orono’s brunt nose, causing an outburst of pain from Orono and producing a splotch of blood.
“And you let him take her!” Valek slammed another of his pale, bony fists into Orono’s floppy left ear, causing Orono to let out another howling shriek of pain and another shot of blood.
Valek spun around and went behind his gold desk. Dressed in a burgundy robe, ornate with hand-sewn rows of gold thread and hand-trimmed silver petals, Valek sat down gently in the desk’s matching gold chair. He placed his burgundy leather boots on top of his desk as he watched Orono rub his injured nose and ear.
“You know I hate violence.” Valek said softly. “I really hate violence.”
Valek reached into the pocket of his robe and retrieved an orange rectangular box. It was a rare piece in that it was orange, not the slick, black lacquer of Solis.
No, this box was the last piece of Veloris Three that remained throughout the galaxy. The remaining evidence that there was ever a planet called Veloris Three.
Valek’s slender fingers racked through the dried herbs gingerly as if cooling down from his anger sphere. Orono began to slink backwards towards the door—Valek’s temper was legendary throughout the galaxy. Like the time Valek beheaded the servant wench on Earth 3012 with his sword because she clumsily stepped on his foot.
“I am not done.” Valek calmly closed the box and turned to contemplate out the window.
Orono froze, and then dropped to his blubbery knees.
“Valek, I am sorry for –”
Whirling around, Valek’s blonde ponytail slapped him lightly in the mouth. A mouth pulled back into a sneer that exposed two pointy teeth surround by even white teeth.
“Get up you sniveling maggot!” Valek ordered through clinched teeth. “And find her!”
Orono slobbered and scurried out of the office.
Valek sighed then turned his chair to face the window where outside the three moons of Solis were barely visible through the blackening clouds and billowing smoke. He hated Solis. The dreadful stench of the rank atmosphere only reminded him of how very much he hated it. From the dirty slick rocks and stony surface to the bleak, dreary days followed by the bleak dreary nights. Valek really, really hated Solis.
It was not the fact that Orono had lost an escaped soul. Orono frequently failed to recapture sou
ls on the first try, on the rare occasions when one managed to escape. There had only been one other who had departed and had never been returned. Orono failed to recapture her as well and she, too, disappeared through the Circle of Granda exactly perpendicular to the Allerton Circle.
At the time, Valek had decided that Orono’s talents and resources could be used in the capturing of more souls, but he probably should have tracked that one down.
Besides, he destroyed the Circle of Granda right after the soul escaped.
Perhaps he should have searched harder for the other Circles on Solis. Her escape was an omen and he had foolishly ignored it.
Now this new girl, too, had been rescued. He would not allow the matter to be unresolved, tempting others to try to escape. That would hurt business and business was the only thing that brought him pleasure.
And if that sorry sack of danker dung, Orono, was correct, the shield not only reflected the orb’s power, but it also had a raised ‘M’ on it. Rumors from the cages of a group called the Minister Knights of Souls had such shields. The so-called saviors of souls. Rumor. Valek had initially denounced it as just that: rumor. He had now decided this rumor had its roots in fact.
“Manola, come here.” Valek ordered to the seemingly vacant quarters.
Manola appeared from behind the shallow divider that separated Valek’s office from his personal quarters.
“Yes,” she slurred between rich red painted lips.
Valek smiled greedily as Manola made her way to his desk.
“Manola.” He opened his arms wide as the heels of her thigh high boots clicked on the stony floor. She strutted over to him slowly at first, but the rhythm increased as she picked up her pace from a strut to a trot.
She reached his desk and hopped on it, pressing her naked buttocks against the cool, smooth surface of his golden desk. She crossed her legs and flipped back her red hair exposing full breasts partially contained by tight black velvet straps of her mini-dress.
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