Almost a month later, and I’m BACK!


Hey all! It’s been a while, but I’m back with a blog update for you tonight. I’ve had so many things going on in my life including a temporary relocation, school, and a lot of emotional unbalance that’s trimmed down a lot of my writing time in favor of responsibilities. On the plus side, things are starting to slow down quite a bit and I finally cleaned up enough of one of my projects to post tonight.  If you’re not already please give me a follow on twitter @WiLDPalazzo I respond to most of my mentions unless of course you’re going to like send me a bunch of ads..then of course we’ll have issues lol.

 

Other Things:

-video blogs will be coming back.

-haven’t forgotten the pursuit of happiness vid.

-going to change a lot of things cosmetically after my class ends June 15th.

-working on something I can use to better interact with you all.

 

kk. Here’s the literary update I’ve been working on, hope you all enjoy this snippet from the long awaited Defending chapter 2.

 

Jameson Smith stood before the Ancient One on a morning so rainy and dark, it seemed like night.

 

“Smith, my pupil—you have done well,” began the Ancient One.

 

“I’ll pay, Natalie, jus’ don’ hit…” muttered Jameson.

 

The Ancient One blinked. Jameson’s comment had nothing to do with his, and unless he was mistaken, Jameson had not suffered a psychotic break, which could only mean one thing. A snore confirmed his guess.

 

His apprentice was asleep.

Standing up.

 

The Ancient One snapped his fingers under Jameson’s face. The young man came to with a shout of “struck by lightning” then blinked confused. “Where the hell am I?” he muttered.

 

“My throne room.” replied the Ancient One calmly.

 

Jameson gave a dull nod. “Uh-huh. And how did I get here?”

 

The Ancient One nodded. “I called you, Smith.”

 

Jameson nodded again. “I see.” He glanced around, slightly tense. “That’s right. Sorry. A bit tired is all.” He gave a nervous laugh. “Must be that last twenty hour lesson on alternate consciousness…” A rather forced grin came to his face. “So what’s up today? Walking on hot coals? Moving through walls? Holding a 100 ton weight over my head through the sheer power of my mind?”

 

The Ancient One shook his head. “No.” He patted Jameson on the shoulder. “We are not studying today.”

 

Jameson blinked twice then laughed. “Really? Well, that’s great. I’ll just be in my quarters recuper—I mean, meditating…”

 

The Ancient One calmly shook his head. “No, Smith. Today is not a day of rest and contemplation. Today is a day of endings, and partings. Your lessons are over. I am sending you forth.”

 

The look on Jameson’s face was the sort that’s usually reserved for reacting to people who claim they pick up radio broadcasts from Mars on their fillings. “But… it’s been a week.”

 

“Yes” said the Ancient One, in horrifically calm tones. “And you have learned all you need to.”

 

Jameson stared at him numbly. “In a week?”

 

“Yes”.

 

“And now comes the ‘fighting horrific hell beasts intent upon destroying the world’ part?”

 

“Yes.”

 

Jameson gulped. “Umm—are you sure there isn’t another lesson I could work on? Like that whole bit where you throw knives at me, and I try to stop them in midair? I really don’t think I’ve got that down just right…”

 

The Ancient One gave a troubled sigh, that naturally managed to embody mystic wisdom. “Honestly, Smith, there are none so blind as those who will not see…”

 

Jameson coughed. “Except of course, the—you know—actually blind…”

 

The Ancient One blinked. “Well, I suppose in a way, but—”

 

Jameson shrugged. “I mean, I don’t think you can get more blind than having the actual disability…”

 

“I was speaking metaphorically—”

 

Jameson glanced at him, worried. “I thought that, at first, but then I figured the Ancient One would be much too wise, and sensitive to make comments about a genuine handicap, for the purposes of saying an aphorism that sounds like it came out of greeting card, or a fortune cookie.”

 

The Ancient One rubbed his forehead. “Smith, forget my earlier comment.”

 

Jameson nodded. “It’s out of my head, as if it was never spoken…”

 

“My point was,” the Ancient One continued, “you are far more qualified then you imagine. You possess already the powers you need in your quest. I can help you no further. Any progression of your abilities you will have to do on your own.”

 

Jameson shut his eyes. “As the demons are trying to rend me limb from limb…”

 

The Ancient One nodded. “If needs be, yes.”

 

“Would you give me a moment?” asked Jameson, his expression drawn. “I need to—express my joy…”

 

The Ancient One gave him a silent nod. Jameson left the room.

 

Five seconds later, the Ancient One heard a long, inarticulate scream of terror.

 

Ten minutes after that, Jameson reentered the room, breathing heavily. “Okay, got THAT out of my system.”

 

“Are you ready now to disembark?” the Ancient One asked mildly.

 

Jameson sighed. “Well, I might as well get things done with…”

 

“Then you will need your mystic talismans, to aid you in your quest…”

 

“Because of course, any dignity that this endeavor might possess must be beaten out of it, as forcibly as possible,” muttered Jameson.

 

“What was that?” asked the Ancient One, as he walked to the back of the chamber.

 

“Just contemplating my place in the universe!” replied Jameson loudly.

 

The Ancient One nodded. “Ahh. Good.” He pulled out a certain length of cloth that Jameson recognized immediately. “First of course, your Cloak of Levitation,” the Ancient One said calmly.

 

Jameson took the cloak with an expression that suggested boundless enthusiasm. “Why my beloved Cloak! How good to see it again! I had wondered so where it had gone to!”

 

“I found it in a canvas sack that had been buried six feet beneath the ground, under a rock,” replied the Ancient One.

 

There was an awkward cough. “Well, that explains things,” said Jameson, his expression changing to one of utmost loathing as soon as the Ancient One’s back was turned. “I will destroy you, one day,” he muttered to the Cloak. “Mark my words.”

 

“Secondly,” chirped the Ancient One, “the Eye of Agomatto! A talisman that will allow you to see into the souls of men—and further!” He produced a large golden medallion that would have gone well with the outfit of any 70s’ lounge lizard. “Also,” he added, “it’s very useful for fastening the Cloak of Levitation.” He tossed it to Jameson.

 

Jameson caught it gingerly, and then gave it a rather distasteful stare. “Might as well complete the ensemble,” he said in a tone that was starting to sound rather disheartened.

 

The Ancient One next pulled out a very large crystal ball. “And this is the Orb of Agomotto! Using it, you will discover the location of mystic threats to this world. In time, you will learn to use it to spy on any time, place, or dimension you desire.” He tossed it at Jameson, who missed it, and fell to the ground with a gasp as it struck him straight on in the chest.

 

The Ancient One was continuing, heedless. “And finally, the Book of Vishanti, which I entrust to your use and safe-keeping. The spells in here are your hope for salvation, but realize if it should fall into the hands—”

 

Jameson was slowly straightening himself. “Would you wait just a moment? I’m still recovering from the Orb…”

 

“Oh,” said the Ancient One quietly. “Certainly.” He waited for Jameson to finally stand up, and then handed him the Book. “Jameson, listen to me. You must trust in your magic. It will lead you on the path of your destiny. It will gather allies around you, and show you how to best develop your powers. Never forget that.”

 

Jameson gave a dull nod. “Right.” He lugged his various accoutrements awkwardly, as he exited the room to get his luggage. “Well, it’s already doing a bang-up job…”

 

The Ancient One watched from afar, using his mind as a telescope, as Jameson struggled with his luggage getting into his ship. Despite himself, the Ancient One smiled slightly.

 

He wondered if he should tell Jameson exactly how powerful he was. How he had managed to bend the Book of Vishanti to his will on his first try—a nearly impossible feat. That in a week he had gained powers that took others years to aspire to.

 

But he would probably not believe me, thought the Ancient One. And besides, perhaps the world needs a sorcerer supreme that can doubt himself. A worn look came over his weathered face. After all, we’ve had too many who couldn’t and look where that led us.

 

Elsewhere..

 

In a place that really could say it wasn’t a place but a state of mind, IT stirred. There was something IT wanted. Something IT needed. Something—glowing. IT whispered to those minds most closely attuned to IT, and then waited. IT would be free in a little while. But IT had been free before and that hadn’t lasted. This time, though—this time everything would go according to plan.

 

IT was certain…

 

On the ship

 

Jameson stood out on the deck of the ship that was taking him to Tokyo. He took a deep breath, enjoying the salty air. This was, he thought, the first time he’d ever been on a ship, and not been violently ill. He liked to think it was a symbol of some kind, but most likely all the vertigo from his flying lessons had probably given him sea legs.

 

Still—he was starting an adventure. An insane, horrific adventure that probably prove fatal in very unpleasant ways—but still a long way from the state of utter despair he’d been in two months ago. Now he was going to amazing, improbable things.

 

Despite himself, a grin broke out on Jameson’s face.

 

A few feet away, a child burst into tears. Her mother comforted her. “Don’t worry dear. The scary monster man won’t hurt you…”

 

That’s it for now! Please leave feedback folks!

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    • Thomas G
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