As night lengthened, four unhappy beasts of magic grumbled their way around greater Winchester.
Two moved away from the Northern Highway, their noses tracking unseen currents of energy deeper into the forests.
The stone beasts made for excellent trackers. They did not need strong arguments to do what they were requested. Nor did they care about the weather or require rest and feeding. Like the golems that they had been mischievously likened to, they were brutishly single-minded when given a task.
Uwain and Galahad were commissioned to find the magical “guards” that their master had indicated were buried on his lands. Even if they told him they knew where most already were, he would not allow them to rely on the fragments of memories they had obtained from the remains of the souls buried in the earth. The master had said that the shape of the land continued to shift and that the knowledge they drew from could hold errors. They did not argue with the master for arguing was not in their nature.
They were diligent as they went about their way. They kept their backs to the elven road and moved in opposite directions from one another. Each step, each foray into the trees and brush taken by the creatures was an attempt to refamiliarize themselves to this new world they had woken to.
One broke ice several times, trumbling through a creek that zigged and zagged in a westerly direction. The other creature retraced its steps through the estate and beyond the slopes that defined its posterior, moving gradually downwards towards a series of rocky ledges.
They moved with enthusiasm, But Uwain and Galahad would have gladly exchanged places with their other two companions who were to keep an eye on two of Winchester’s current residents.
Humans were a novelty to these beasts. They were frail and weak, unpredictable and oftentimes irrational. And yet, two of them had laid their hands upon their cold surface and breathed figurative life into them. There was a profound attachment on their part to these humans. It would be near impossible for any of the four wakened beasts to simply ignore the whereabouts of their benefactors.
One of four such lions was crouched behind a bush gathering snow (by the inch) many yards from the home of Elanore Redley. He had not been able to march right up to the backdoor and present himself for petting and adoration as he had hoped. An owl had taken up position on a tree that overlooked the home. Had it been an ordinary owl, the lion might have come closer and pounced on it, but there was something preternatural about it. Every few minutes the bird’s head swiveled around — its bright eyes circling the darkness with purpose.
The lion dared not move, dared not test whether the bird knew it was there. Gawain waited and watched.
As for the other lion, Lambegus, he was a bit more fortunate in that there was no such pesky interloper blocking his work this gloomy night. The magic creature stood and peered over the window sill and into Edmund’s room. He was not as impulsive as Gawain and would not have tried to push his way inside the house. All he would do is observe, for his master had made it clear that was all they should do for now for the boy.
The master’s order did not sit well with the lions. If they had been permitted to act according to their own instincts, they would have dragged the young man back to the estate. They offered no explanation for the necessity for such an action to their master. He could only guess they had formed some incorrect impression regarding the young human. He warned them that humans would not appreciate being treated like their own cubs.
The creatures were full of contradictions like this. They could show traits that would make knights proud before reverting back to wild, inhuman behaviors. But it was to be expected — for they were made up of things not of the living world.
Their nature gifted them with powers of perception that mortals lacked. Among the things they had observed was the silvery line of fate that connected the boy to the girl.
For now, Lambegus paid no heed to the thin silver thread. Instead he sat on top of what, in other seasons, might be a very pleasant flowerbed and studied “friend Edmund” through a small opening in the heavy curtains on the window. Although the master had forbidden him from speaking to the boy, he had not said what protocol to follow if the boy should notice him. The mischievous beast breathed heavily on the window, attempting to shake it and force the boy to look up.
But the young man continued to read by the dim light of a lantern. Pages of a book flipped back and forth between his fingers.
When a new look crossed the human’s face, the beast was puzzled. The meaning of subtle expressions of living creatures puzzled the lion. He did not easily comprehend human feelings and emotions and could only guess what lurked inside Edmund Ormond. The person did not turn up his mouth like when he was with the girl. The expression was more like what the master did when they did not follow his instructions.
The stone beast tilted its head as it understood the look reflected something humans called displeasure. Why the Edmund person was not happy was not evident. Lambegus watched for a while, wondering if it might be the fault of the book. Then he noticed the young man idly drop the book in favor of a small pouch sitting on the bedside table. The young man fumbled with the pouch a bit before withdrawing an object from it.
To the creature, the object appeared to be like a strange nest of metal, emptied of something important. As the young man continued to look at the object with that same gloomy expression on his face, the beast noticed strange threads slowly uncurling from the metal object.
At first, the beast did not think it an unusual sight. Inanimate things often had memories or feelings associated with them. In particular, old objects with long histories could have thousands of threads in many colors. But, as the threads begin to twist and wrap around one another, growing thicker and blacker as they did so, the lion began to growl. The threads began to resemble vines, curling about the room inside, and wrapping inky fingers around Edmund Ormond.
The lion tried hard to tell the young man to cast the cursed object away. However, through the window and the haze of despair that surrounded that metal object, Lambegus’ tones were nothing but howls of a winter wind.
And so the roars of the lion went unheard. Slowly, the boy began to disappear under a twisting dark mass of threads.
A strange sound emerged from within the room, a sound that violently shredded at the threads. To the lion’s relief, the dark lines began to dissolve.
The darkness cleared and a woman stood beside the bed, her hand outstretched. The young man cradled his cheek.
An iridescent dust clung to the woman, signaling to the creature that she was a being of enormous magical power. The dust moved outwards from her like a gentle cloud, settling over the metal object and flickering while it smothered the remaining quivering threads.
The beast watched as dust floated towards the boy. His curiosity turned to unease as he noted the particles coalesce into a small, white thread that connected the boy to the woman.
The lion shifted on his feet uneasily, wondering what he had seen. Lambegus wanted to run back to the master, to ask him and warn him of this strange magic he had witnessed. But his movement had drawn the woman to the window. She pierced through him with her pale colored eyes as she thrust the window open.
The poor creature tried to look away but could not. It was said that the lion could only obey one master, one King. And yet this woman’s terrible gaze pinned him to this spot and kept him from moving. It was as if it were she who was his master and not the Count in his castle.
“Do not speak of what you saw to anyone,” the woman said in a different tongue, the one that the lions only used with one another. “Do not tell your master of me until I release you to do so. Leave now. I must have more time undisturbed with this boy.”
She reached out to touch his head. He prepared to be obliterated into dust and returned to the ash that he once was. But, to his surprise, he did not cease to exist.
Her fingers were not rough or cold but were not kind. She was not giving him punishment or reassurance. Instead, she was showing him the proof of her authority — and why he must obey her orders above even his master’s orders.
Surprised by what it revealed, the lion turned on its heels and ran.
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Yay! More time with the stone lions.
More mysteries to keep us busy also, very well done.
I have a devil of a time keeping them off screen. They seem to want to get into everything! 🙂
Glad for your assessment. It’s been a quiet few weeks in the peanut gallery and I’m wondering what’s going on and if everyone is now sitting in corners rocking themselves miserably while they try to figure out what’s going on Dx. (Puzzling since stats seem to show people are reading, but it could that everyone is either really shy or perhaps secretly robots in disguise.)
Not a robot! 😀
Hmm…I wonder how the woman is connected to Edmund…I think the object he was holding maybe wasn’t cursed so much as held the bad memories of what happened to Edmund’s village. Or at least I think he was given something from the priest…
But I like robots! 😀
Yes yes, wonder about how she’s connected to Edmund or intends to connect to him. *muahahaha*
As for the object, yes that is a very good theory regarding the weird things the lion saw while looking at the object!
not a robot, just dont post much. I will say that this is one of the better written online stories that i have read and i am very much looking foward to seeing how it turns out.
ah thanks! Are you someone who looks for stories or are you more of a comics person? I’m curious as to how you find new stories? Most other folks have come in through here from webcomics, not other fiction… so definitely interested in your input.
hi! um, not a bot either 🙂 I really like your story so far (and when I found it I was praying it was complete because I’m truly terrible about waiting for stories.. or webcomics.. or anything I like, really.) I got here from a webcomic, and was expecting more pictures, honestly, but I can’t say I’m disappointed that it’s mostly story. Keep it up, I’ll be checking back frequently for new installments 🙂
Yeah – you know I had hoped to keep the ratio of pictures to story pretty even, but it has not worked out that way at all! I’ll hope to eventually have more pictures to create and add whenever I finish this particular “Book.” Glad you’re enjoying it regardless and continue to do so. If you ever have suggestions for illustrations for specific sections let me know too . Definitely want to hear peoples’ thoughts on this.
I Cat not bot. Came here from comics but like books better. Feel like most comics have many links and book sites may not have any or few. You link to 3 of them I think and I am reading 2. SadCat
A few years back, there really was a lot more fiction online, but people seem to have drifted away or perhaps are just less connected. I think you’re right about booksites. I think it’s easier to network as artists b/c most of them actually interact at conventions and such and also have time to read other projects. I find that I can only keep up with a handful of fic works myself while I seem to be following 25 webcomics xD.
Which two are you reading btw?
Memory and Activated. Hope they both can keep updating. Nice worlds to visit but not sure I would want to live there. SadCat
Oh you should of pointed up to the “topwebfiction.com” as one of your listings of better reads. You do not control the list and some are NOT work place friendly but I have found a few Good Ones there. SadCat
Activated’s next installment is updating, although not consistently. The author is back in a crazy job situation but I saw she just posted the other day! Memory of AUSOS is on hold while the author finishes another book… but I”ll poke her. I think she’d be encouraged to know you enjoy reading the stories 🙂
And yeah – topwebfiction is really interesting in what it reveals.. I haven’t worked my way through that list yet but will!
I am a robot…. No, I’m just kidding. 🙂 I haven’t had a chance to read the update until today, but it is a really good one. I love the lions, and this chapter was all about them. Its interesting to see the characters from their perspective, especially Edmund and the little metal thing. Neat observation that objects have memories attached to them, and I certainly wonder what exactly the metal object had. Something personal or something village-wise, I can’t wait to find out. 🙂
The weird thing is as soon as I made that crack about bots, I got 14 spam messages from apparent bots. *sigh*
And I do like the lions – they have a completely way of viewing people and categorizing them and their interactions with one another and objects.
As for the metal thing – I think some of your fellow commentors are pretty close to explaining what the reason/cause is for the black threads associated with the object. You are too 😉
Poor Lambegus. Hmm, I wonder if the woman is the Swan Queen? I can’t quite figure out if she’s going to bring harm to Edmund and Elanore or if she’s helping them in some way. She’s too suspicious…But now I’m really curious at just who or what is Edmund?
This one I _can_ answer… definitely no. The Swan Queen hasn’t been described too much but the artwork I did gives it away. Our Queen is a brunette with green-blue eyes and quite far away at the moment.
As for her intentions — yes, suspicious. We’ll see what you guys start thinking after the next few chapters. xD *rubbing hands together*
My intuition is that this mysterious lady is the Snow Queen. As to why she has a connection to Edmund, I’ll chalk that up to that she either has a history with his people or she’s a bored immortal or some combination thereof. I’ll be happy to be right or wrong, I think. I’m just along for the ride.
🙂 More likely Snow Queen vs. Swan Queen, but only time will tell xD.
oh i forgot: “yes robot”
Well, it’s hard to tell when people use some funny email addresses :p
I love the mental images I get in every chapter.It’s like my own personel movie.There a rare spring of snow where I live so I’m getting the “Stone Lions Playing In the Snow” vibe,unfortunatly it’s almost all melted away.I had my money on the swan queen as the mysterious lady…but I think this just makes it a little more mysterious.It’s not fun If I already knows what happens.
FYI — The Swan Queen and Snow Queen are two different entities. The Swan Queen actually is more of an allusion to The Six Swans and the principal character there while Snow Queen is the troublemaker described so aptly in Hans Christian Anderson’s work :).
Glad the story is invoking strong pictoral elements for you! As for snow – I wish we had snow here… it’s hard to channel thoughts of snow these days as it’s been an unreasonably balmy winter with mostly 50-60 degree temperatures. I miss my days of living up north…. to a point xD
Have I missed the update for the 20th? I keep looking at the chapter que and not seeing anything. I look forward to it each Monday 🙂
Nope – I had family in this weekend so am finishing up the edits to Monday’s update right now. I hope to have it up in a few hours. Thanks for your patience!
Thought I would de-lurk and compliment on the effort and dedication that it takes to write a serial novel in real time. I’m estimating that you post fifteen hundred words a week, plus or minus a few hundred… (except for some of those longer posts, which felt like several thousand words.) I’ve tried some writing, and know how difficult it was for me to generate volume of output, much less quality! Keep up the good work, and I hope that someone is actually willing to publish you!
Thank you! It’s been a lot of fun for me to write. I enjoy this weekly word masochism too much, methinks.
I actually do plan to publish even if it means foregoing the traditional route. I’ve really been interested in the ebook universe and tapping into the ereader market. (In fact, I’ve been chomping at the bit to find a good place to “break” this story so that I can start this process of putting together the electronic book format together and tapping into a new set of readers.)
That said, I know where I want to take that pause and I do not know yet when this will be. So until then, hopefully I will be able to maintain this pace to everyone’s satisfaction 🙂
Thanks for delurking, Mr. Ninja! I enjoy meeting all of you and appreciate folks taking time to let me know that you’re out there.