Reminiscent Awakening: 1 -Beyond our Boundries

Reminiscent Awakening: 1 -Beyond our Boundries

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How did they all come together from the different corners of the earth? Where did the adventure begin?

It could be said that it all started to come together in the Occident, as they traveled for the exotic land of Twarlot

Twarlot; a nation once lead by their Priest-King had rejected industrialization and the use of fire-arms to live in commune with their pristine wilderness. As the rest of the world is destroyed by consumerism and conflicts, Western Imperialist nations saw this as prime source of resources and set to conquer it. But rumors say that with their advantages of terrain and arcane arts, it is one of the only nations to maintain its cultural heritage and sovereignty against the Imperialists.

However, when a tenacious young Twarlotion girl ventures from her family ranch into those Western nations on a quest to find her father to help her prepare for her Coming-of-Age Ceremony, she becomes the target of a Dark Cult.

She is rescued by an altruistic Scholar and a playful Merchant; uncertain of what they got themselves into providence provides guidance under the occult Priestess of the Sacred Fire. They take the airship to the far off mysterious land of Twarlot, with their pursuers not far behind them.

On their journey they all learn to appreciate the world through different points of views, reflect on their place in it, and invoke a greater power from within.
The altruistic Scholar realizes that he must be stronger to protect those in need. To be that voice for the voiceless, that light in the darkness, he must pay penitence to cut ties with the mischievous malevolence distressing him. Only through atonement may he realize his dream of becoming a true Knight of Righteousness.

For the tenacious Twarlotion girl she realizes things are not what they appear and her family faced many challenges to raise her in these uncertain times. Along the way she comes to accept more of her mixed cultural heritage; the family traditions of her mother (and her espionage skills), while understanding more about the spirit of the Occident, where her father hails. Unfortunately she learns the hard way about the consequences of her actions in a world bigger than she grasped.

Despite the addling difficulties, the playful Merchant struggles to stay faithful to his friends, brokering deals and gambling on his charm along the way; still hoping to find the next big financial opportunity so that he may someday be with his bedazzling beloved.
Through trials and tragedies they traverse, pushing themselves, beyond their boundaries in a struggle to survive.

** This series is Educational Fiction; learn more about your own world and its multitude of magnificent and mysterious ancient and modern marvels. Inspired by real life; all characters are fictiously superior to most people and to think that they libel you is pure vanity. Paradoxically everything is from the author’s imagination, to protect the author. **
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Summary

How did they all come together from the different corners of the earth? Where did the adventure begin?

It could be said that it all started to come together in the Occident, as they traveled for the exotic land of Twarlot

Twarlot; a nation once lead by their Priest-King had rejected industrialization and the use of fire-arms to live in commune with their pristine wilderness. As the rest of the world is destroyed by consumerism and conflicts, Western Imperialist nations saw this as prime source of resources and set to conquer it. But rumors say that with their advantages of terrain and arcane arts, it is one of the only nations to maintain its cultural heritage and sovereignty against the Imperialists.

However, when a tenacious young Twarlotion girl ventures from her family ranch into those Western nations on a quest to find her father to help her prepare for her Coming-of-Age Ceremony, she becomes the target of a Dark Cult.

She is rescued by an altruistic Scholar and a playful Merchant; uncertain of what they got themselves into providence provides guidance under the occult Priestess of the Sacred Fire. They take the airship to the far off mysterious land of Twarlot, with their pursuers not far behind them.

On their journey they all learn to appreciate the world through different points of views, reflect on their place in it, and invoke a greater power from within.
The altruistic Scholar realizes that he must be stronger to protect those in need. To be that voice for the voiceless, that light in the darkness, he must pay penitence to cut ties with the mischievous malevolence distressing him. Only through atonement may he realize his dream of becoming a true Knight of Righteousness.

For the tenacious Twarlotion girl she realizes things are not what they appear and her family faced many challenges to raise her in these uncertain times. Along the way she comes to accept more of her mixed cultural heritage; the family traditions of her mother (and her espionage skills), while understanding more about the spirit of the Occident, where her father hails. Unfortunately she learns the hard way about the consequences of her actions in a world bigger than she grasped.

Despite the addling difficulties, the playful Merchant struggles to stay faithful to his friends, brokering deals and gambling on his charm along the way; still hoping to find the next big financial opportunity so that he may someday be with his bedazzling beloved.
Through trials and tragedies they traverse, pushing themselves, beyond their boundaries in a struggle to survive.

** This series is Educational Fiction; learn more about your own world and its multitude of magnificent and mysterious ancient and modern marvels. Inspired by real life; all characters are fictiously superior to most people and to think that they libel you is pure vanity. Paradoxically everything is from the author’s imagination, to protect the author. **

Chapter1 (v.1) - In Thought and Deed

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Submitted: March 26, 2017

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The earnest youth awakes from his vivid dream with a gasp. His heart was pounding; a flood of emotions; he was disoriented [“What? Where am I? Why am I here? Is this right? Such a strange foreign place, am I dreaming? I was not here a moment ago.] His head was swirling as an anxiety grew in his chest to figure out where he was and how he got there? “Where are you?” he mumbled faintly calling to someone. But as he observed his surroundings different memories came flooding back inside of him. He grew anxious and trepid as the memories he just had seemed to slip away in obscurity. He grasped at the fading memories, the afterimages and echoes of what he used to remember. But he could no longer see or hear them, they were right there, but now they were hidden behind a mental wall and he couldn’t find the door to open them back up again. All he could remember now was that he had forgotten something, something very important!

 He reached for his waist, but found only his leather woven belt. He felt around his body looking for something, or realizing something. He felt his wallet and keys in his pocket; he felt the rings on his finger. On the tall finger of his right hand he bore a silver ring of a wolf’s head coming forth out of the hand. Its mouth was open as if howling or bearing its teeth, its ears were erect and its eyes we made of keen rubies. On his left ring finger he wore a ring with a hexagonal face, upon the face it bore an inscription, at the top were two mountain peaks shaped like the letter ‘M’. Below this mountain were three inscribed letters ‘VRM.’

 As his external hearing returned the last few seconds of Vivaldi’s “Winter” could be heard, he realized it came from the music player in his pocket; Mozart’s “The Magic Flute” started to play, he reached for it and inadvertently pressed rewind. He let the music play again as he waited for his heart to calm down and to reorient himself.

After taking in a few deep breaths he realizes that he has fallen asleep outside. Not the best thing to do in the end of winter. Yet the temperature never got much lower than freezing at night because he was in the middle of a concrete city, in the middle of the desert and he was well dressed in his black leather coat so it was not so bad for his health.

Despite the clear winter sky the glittering stars could scarcely be seen below, for all the decadent city lights that gleamed brightly throughout the city. Light pollution was really the least of the cities looming troubles, compared to global problems of the contaminated drinking water, climate change, and the brewing of global war. Yet, people found it easier to ignore those troubles if they could. Especially in places such as this, the Snow Capped Meadows, the top resort city of the world. Deltrion was a superpower built on plutocracy, though they liked to call it a democracy, for truth had long ago worn out its welcome. Non-stop parties were always available, not for people to forget the global trouble, but because for most they did not exist here, or were at least not their responsibility.

The dance of the four elements gives rise to a variety of different habitats on our Mother Earth, but in none is the fire element of the sun so great as in the mighty deserts. The moon of the night is a true respite as no place is the rain so missed as the desert. The city survived because of a giant man-made lake that damned the once mighty river, so they had plenty of water. But excess soon leads to extravagance and the luxuries of The Meadows soon lead everyone to forget the value of water and even that they were in the desert. Thus the water on which the city survived had become very polluted, full of trash and chemicals.

Staring up at the sky the young man missed his mother’s home on the edge of the city. For the only celestial body that smiled down upon him that night was his trusted friend the Selene-light. He hoped somehow that it would help him to recall what had just occurred and for a few more moments he could not believe that it had all just been a dream. But as the memories of his dream seemed to pass beyond his grasp he recalled that he was at a university house party with his two best friends Requen and Koray. The three had become close friends in their early teens while attending the International Science Academy of Peace-Meadows or ISAP. A name the students often made fun of for their Academy was far from peaceful, with more drama and intrigue than the “Bard of Avon”. All of their classmates were well versed academics but these three especially were noticeable for their proto-renaissance men like talents.

Now he recalled that earlier he had stepped outside to cool down after nearly getting in a fight. Racial and religious tensions were on the rise not only on the streets but amongst university students as well it seemed. Just last week three men had been brutally assaulted for simply wearing a turban. At the party some people were demeaning others for their religious beliefs and cursing god. Growing intolerant of their belligerence and ignorance he had begun to argue with them, but when they became physically aggressive, he chose to walk away rather than give into his anger.

The tedium of being surrounded by people who could feign little more than an insipid intelligence plus putting up with their pompous posturing had likely given inspiration to find a short respite in the more refreshing evening air. Still, no longer able to capture the imperativeness of his dream the youth stands up and looks through the glass sliding door. He scans the room for his friends. University students lounged around the various furnishings holding plastic cups of beer and other liquor, in the distant corner a number of scantily clad girls were contorting in a lusty manner considered dancing, but many people were simply standing in pretentious dialogues of awkward circles barely able to hear each other at times over the clanging and rumbling of the primordial musical beats. It was a typical party for people of that time certainly lacking in any elegance or mannerisms of something begotten by Jane Austin[1].

He opens the door. The pungent odor of tobacco, liquor and sweat assaulted his supra-sensitive nose as the clanging music and foul dialogue pounded into his ear-drum. At least the song was soon over as the mix began to play a different tune about loneliness. Though not of his taste he did feel some identification with the lyrics and ponders, [How many people came there to escape loneliness? How many people found that just like a cigarette craving, coming to such places only spurned more loneliness?]

He unhappily walks back in to the smoky room after a few agile steps around the crowd he finally spots his friend Requen, a large young-man almost as tall as him with brown wavy hair and a pleasant swarthy complexion. Standing beside him was Koray, a slender young-man of medium height with red curly hair, freckles and eyeglasses. Several people had gathered around the two listening to their various exploits and listening to their opportunities to demonstrate their intellect. He wonders what his friends are talking about but is unable to hear them over the loud music that’s sheer loudness make his ears wince in pain.

Upon approaching the crowd he can make out Koray reciting “Zero, three, four, eight, two five, three, four, two, one, one, seven, zero, six, seven nine.” When he stops spouting out numbers the people around him begin to clap, some of the bystanders however were rolling their eyes unamused. Koray had just finished showing off one of his dreams, to be able to recite pi to the hundredth place.

One of the girls beside him with pigtails of conservative dress yet lacking in conservative body language leaned in asking him “Can you actually calculate that far? Or only recite it?”

Koray’s smug look softly shifts to a more serious one “I can only calculate it to the about the sixty-ninth place but someday I will be able to calculate to the hundredth place,” he stated so as to look humble and hardworking. “Perhaps you could help me learn another ten digits.”

“Really? How can I help?” she asks intrigued.

“You can help me learn the ten digits of your phone number” says Koray, she smiles rolling up his sleeve and writes it on his arm for him. She leans in closer as she is writing, after she finishes she strokes her hand up his long tie. He places his hand intimately upon her and tickles her shorter hairs as they lean in for a kiss.  But having been successful he takes notice of his previously absent friend remarking to the girl, “This is not really the place for me to explore your mean value, perhaps I can call you later tonight about our intersecting derivatives? For now I have to go on a tangent to check on my friend I came with.”

Koray was of a choleric[2] temperament being very ambitious and excitable over his intellect and passions.  Everyone believed that hidden behind Koray’s red curly hair and freckles was the cunning brain of an exceptional intellectual who would become some brilliant engineer or high ranking politician. Currently he was interested in becoming a chaotician[3]. He walks over towards his friend having to adjust his tight jeans as he walked, calling out “Hey Montriéll what are you doing out there? We were wondering how long you were going to stay out there?”

“Oh I just wanted some fresh air; I guess I got a little rest too,” Montriéll responds to his friend showing he was displeased.

Requen who had been busy edifying his friend Koray now turned to his friend Montriéll as well, “Why did you come if you are just going to sit out there most of the time?”

“Because you invited me and to improve my social network as you said,” replies Montriéll.

“Then why don’t you socialize more? Those people were wondering if there was anything wrong since you are so quiet.” Requen retorts.

“No, I just don’t have anything to say. Besides those guys over there were just trying to start a fight,” says Montriéll who was not keen on small talk.

“I know I can’t believe you bore that type of humiliation dude,” express Koray with disgust.

“Things were getting really heated, when you just went outside like that. Other people started questioning your reputation.” Explains Requen “But don’t worry I set them straight. I let them remember that the cops would probably come, and you are not a simple brawler, but a refined man who avoids hurting others, but I did tell them the story about last time.”

“Was that really necessary?” Montriéll scolds.

“It’s a good story. And you staying out there so long made you look cowardly,” says Requen.

For Montriéll was no stranger to getting in fights. Since he was young he stood out amongst other children for his mature behavior and bearing. Never yielding to peer-pressure nor finding much interest in the pop interests of his schoolmates he was a constant target of shunning and harassment.  Even at a very young age he was confident in his ethics and values, so he reacted very little to others taunts, with little more than a smug grin at their ignorance. Though even many adults thought him weird he was often a teacher’s pet, yet his intellect sometimes earned him to be a teacher’s contempt.

Additionally it was becoming a growing trend to bully and harass those of a religious stance. When verbal abuses seemed to unfazed the youth, his aggressors grew frustrated and turned to physical abuse.

According to his religious precepts Montriéll always tried to avoid fights so as to at least stay out of trouble, but he often encountered no choice but to defend himself. What a horrific surprise it was to his assaulters  when they discovered that his intelligence expanded into the martial-physical applications. This encouraged even more confrontations as the taste of defeat by such a ‘weirdo’ was too bitter for them to stand.

With each new school or neighborhood he became active in harassment was there. These encounters finally climaxed on the streets outside of school during his sophomore year, one day when he was walking with two of his Jewish friends. Ironically they had been discussing how the harassment and abuse they endured was mostly evoked by the adults; the teachers, administrators and law makers themselves. When a large group of gangsters attempted to assault them all at once, Montriéll defended his comrades earnestly throwing off his their assailants with graceful ease. Aided by Requen’s talking skills, he gained a reputation through the city that even the strongest jocks and gangsters were afraid to insult him to his face. Thus combined with his aversion to violence he had not gotten into any physical arguments since.

Even so this did not stop harassment, persecution, and censorship from some of his teachers and despite his academic prowess; anything that did not conform to the parroting of the school system was often frowned upon and he narrowly managed to pass certain classes. Certainly writing any papers with a pro-religious stance was frowned upon. Many students who cared more about their grades and who could not protect themselves as well as Montriéll continued to endure religious prosecution and had felt forced to hide their belief and simple acts of praying.

Montriéll had long participated in various volunteering organizations for the improvement of society, especially to protect nature and as such joined the Lagape, a religious based group that allowed for the discussion or religious teachings and actively supported charity works for international humanitarian aid. So when Montriéll with his reputation, became the leader of the Lagape, the Lagape ranks grew greatly feeling it as a place of sanctuary where they could discuss the religious teachings more freely and even talk about how to practice them.

“I had my reasons; you know I don’t really care what they say about me. Still, why do I have to tolerate people cursing God, but I am not allowed to speak positively about God and his/her teachings?” replies Montriéll.

Not sure how to respond Requen slightly shifted the point, “You know, its fine you don’t want to start a fight but why are you always so taciturn at these party’s?”

“They don’t really talk about anything interesting, I don’t see the point,” states Montriéll.

“Well that guy works at that suit store and the girl is pretty cute and friendly; they might be able to give you some hook ups,” replies Requen pointing out people in the room.

“I strained my conversations as far as they could go with people; they think they are so smart but just ignorant and apathetic to me. It gets pretty mundane just sitting and watching everyone act the same drunken way all the time. Make money, by fancy clothes and fast cars so they can have fast sex in those fancy cars. It’s like they don’t care anything beyond that,” comments Montriéll.

“I prefer it nice and slow, but otherwise what is wrong with those aspirations?” asks Requen.

“I am not saying anything is wrong, I can enjoy all those too, but there is way more to life than that. And they just don’t seem to care, what is going on around them, in the world, in the city, in the environment. They just don’t seem to care about anything else beyond their own vanity. What more can I say to people who just don’t care about these things,” explains Montriéll

“I know you are the leader of the Lagape, but can’t you ever just talk some nonsense and have some fun,” suggests Requen.

“Bettering the world is fun. Caring about others is fun.” replies Montriéll.

“But you can talk about a lot; at first you impressed them with your broad knowledge,” encourages Koray.

“Yeah, but they never moved on from those mundane things; I saw no purpose in continuing in such an unproductive dialogue,” says Montriéll. Really he loathed wasting his time at most of these parties; the smoky air, infernal beats, and general drunken stupidity. But this was what society had taught the youths to be successful. ‘It doesn’t matter what you know, but who you know’ was the saying. It didn’t matter the profundity of his understanding, of the kindness of his heart. All that mattered in that world was how big your social network was and how cunning you could be. Montriéll tried to play along by comforting himself with the thought that he could outreach to people at different levels of life.

“You can’t expect everyone to care about the same things you do,” says Koray.

“I don’t. I just expect them to care about something other than their own vanity projects. Even their own health they don’t care about beyond their looks. As you said I could talk on many broad subjects, but they are all so shallow,” says Montriéll.

“So you got to get over it if you really want to make more connections,” Requen replies. Though quite popular now, Requen dealt with weight issues and had been socially shunned when he was a young skater. This motivated him to becoming considered quite humorous to people, and to be accepted he learned to play both sides, he did not believe in having enemies. This eventually led to him being very charismatic, being able to talk his way through or out of anything with his charming smile, swarthy complexion, wavy brown hair, and chocolate brown eyes.  Overall he was very sanguine in all that he did.[4]

“Look I feel you, like that guy I was hanging with doesn’t really know about craps at all. The random process of the die is independent of the previous trial,” stated Koray adjusting his glasses.

 “Yeah at least when we show off we know what we are saying.” Montriéll jokes “I don’t really think I will meet anyone extraordinary in such an ordinary place.”

“Well except for us,” chuckles Requen.

“I think we have gotten enough shallow flattery for tonight don’t you think? As for connections I would prefer some more interesting ones in a place that doesn’t give me a headache,” Montriéll says, then softly to himself, “If we are so extraordinary why do we waste our time in such an ordinary way?”

 “Well I hooked up with that pigtailed girl, so if you wanna go it’s fine, I had my fun” said Koray loosening his tie which she had tightened.

Koray attended one of the top most renowned universities in the world, the mere mention of the name bedazzled people and won him instant admiration, especially young women of his interest. But so as to seem humble he would never mention it and would only have his friends mention the ‘A-bomb’ for him. ‘A’ for the name of his university and ‘bomb’ because the name has impressive effects on people especially vain young women. He had come back to visit his friends for winter break and was now contented from another night using his ‘A-bomb’.

“Alright, I thought this party would help you take your mind of Victoria, but apparently not,” says Requen.

Victoria had been Montriéll’s special love interest for several years and now that they were in university he finally thought he had a chance with her. Working part time at a health clinic and in the school’s anthropology department he had at last moved out from his mother’s, and most of all his acne was clearing up.  Only one internal struggle remained in his way, but he was determined to no longer let it stop him. He finally had a date with her! Sort of…

But he had just found out that day that she would be moving far away because of an internship with U.S.R.A., the United Scientific Research Association. It was a prestigious position, nothing less for the tenacious Victoria, the academy valedictorian and tennis ace.

“Do these parties help you take your mind off of Fanny?” retorts Montriéll. As those two girls were the reason they had become friends when they were volunteering together on a youth program in a hospital bonding over sharing their dreams of love. 

“There’s so many pretty girls why fret over just one. Gather ye rosebuds while ye may[5],” smiles Requen.

“Say what you want, I know what lies behind that façade. But let’s go,” he says ponderously concerned.

Requen gives him a wink, then noticing the look on his face asks “What’s up?”

Montriéll scrunched up his face “Something strange happened out there.”

“On the balcony? With who?” questions Koray.

“It’s complicated, but I really feel like I need to get out of here,” he says.

 “Where do you want to go?” asks Requen

 “How about the park?” Montriéll suggests hoping to close the night with a more scholarly discussion with his friends as he recalled a treatise by Zhuangzi.

Requen suggests, “Give me fifteen more minutes. Then how about we go eat?” Requen had become the most popular and loved student in the entire city for his seeming kindness and charisma, as he valued love and friendship and aspired to have a large network of people who loved him. Doing well on the wrestling team and marksman club, he was also captain of the debate team. Now he needed time to make some friendly farewells before departing.

Requen was always looking for his next business deal; he was already busy working hard for two businesses and taking a class here and there at university.  One of the businesses he had recently joined was a large company and by enlisting a few investments from his friends and family he became the quickest and youngest person to ever be promoted to a team manager. At the other he became the top seller for pewter timepieces in his company maximizing upon his profits that he negotiated for when he aided his company negotiating the contracts with two large mining companies of tin, silver, and gold. His business skills were so good most people did not even realize that he was the one usually getting his way. Those close to him all expected him to be a powerful C.E.O. before thirty.

Montriéll suggests they go to a restaurant that he frequented and was on good terms with the waitresses, called Sushi Hachi. They all agree and Montriéll eager to breathe some fresh air says he will wait for them outside.

As they were walking to the car together, beneath the bright city lights Requen asked, “Oh by the way how was the Lost World Convention?”

Montriéll starts, “I enjoyed learning about the various ritual and customs of these lost civilizations and understanding the deeper context behind them. Modern media sure has corrupted a lot of those ancient stories for sensation and intrigue it seems. So it was pretty great.” He was relieved to be outside again with some fresher air, but their clothes still smelled a tumultuous mélange of smoke and cologne, especially Koray, who always used strong luxury brand cologne.

 “Yeah it had some interesting points, but archeologist must use some crazy chemical, some of them were very weird,” Koray agrees.

“Just as weird as everyone else,” says Montriéll.

“You would know,” jokes Requen.

 “Too bad some of the booths seemed to be missing though,” says Montriéll.

 “Too bad I was busy with work, but what were some of the things there?” Requen asks.

Montriéll the scholar of biology and anthropology proclaims, “As mysterious and intriguing as you could expect when talking about ancient and lost civilizations. At one country’s booth they were showing the recent excavations of the city of Troy. That used to only be mythical twenty years ago. Oh and Gobleki tepi a 12,000 year old temple. I know Koray enjoyed all those ancient pyramids around the world; and how with all our technology today we still cannot replicate them.”

Requen asks, “I thought they were just made with hammers and chisels by slaves.”

Koray laughs, “Ha-ha, any historian will tell you that slaves would not be the ones building them. But it is debatable about the technology. I mean I get the whole circular argument point, which we think they only had the simple tools and it was built so it must be possible to build it with simple tools. I grant that’s not very convincing, but I still don’t see how they were able to make such precise calculations even related to the circumference and celestial movement of the earth and magnetic north back then.”

“Obviously they were more knowledgeable three thousand years ago then we were one hundred years ago. It just proves that our modern society’s conceit in their technology doesn’t mean that we are superior in anyway, especially looking at our moral decay,” states Montriéll.

Koray replies, “Well I wouldn’t say that either. But it was interesting to see the uses of Pi & Phi in the different pyramids around the world.”

Requen asks, “Then how do you they think did it?”

Koray continues, “Well there is a lot about the world we just don’t know. Like how to rebuild the pyramids or how the Moai statues were moved. But that doesn’t mean it’s magical or we can’t figure it out someday.”

“Indeed. But you can’t find the truth in the mysteries if you are not really looking for it,” insinuated Montriéll.

“What is that supposed to mean?” retorts Koray.

“That no one can learn anything new if their erudite arrogance already puts limitations on what they will accept to learn,” says Montriéll.

“So we should just accept any theories?” questions Koray

“No that is the problem! People just accept what they hear that matches what they want to hear. But they put it under very little examination especially in relation to their own bias,” states Montriéll.

“And you don’t have a bias?” questions Koray

 “We all do, but at least I try to see from different views,” says Montriéll as he thinks he hears a familiar voice calling in the distance and catches something in the corner of his eye. “Hold on! Look at that,” Montriéll signs to turn to look at the action. Across the parking lot beneath the multilevel concrete parking garage that served the hotel-casino they see two uniformed men chasing a young girl.

“That doesn’t seem right,” Montriéll mumbles beginning to walk in that direction.

Guessing his friends mind, Koray calls out “Those are probably the police, It’s probably just some shoplifter, why bother?”

“What if it’s not? I’m going to check it out? Bring the car and meet me,” Montriéll replies.

“I thought you don’t like gawkers.” accuses Koray.

“I’m not going to gawk” said Montriéll as he ran away, he understood his friends warning but he felt something unsettling seeing the young girl running and could not ignore the possibilities so he ran to investigate. If Koray was correct, there would still be no harm in confirming.

“What's he doing?” asks Koray annoyed.

“It’s Montriéll man,” states Requen bluntly.

“Those uniforms are strange yes, but how’s he know? Maybe it’s just a disobedient child. Why’s he getting involved?” grumbles Koray.

“It’s Montriéll; he always pays attention to those sorts of things, hidden cameras, and all the exits. Besides I thought you like getting involved in intriguing things,” Requen teases because while he was the least confrontational he knows Koray was inclined to more worries and fears.

“Intrigue yes, but not involved in undercover police or something; well come on let’s get him if we can” begrudges Koray.

The three had been on the cross-country team together but Montriéll was the gifted athlete, with his long stride he had always been a master of sprinting. Montriéll was tall and robust with a good bone structure and light skinned that burned easily in the desert sun. Unfortunately his face was pockmarked and scarred from dermal infections suffered since adolescence. Despite his sometimes aloof nature he often stood out especially with his natural long golden hair that he wore parted down the middle in the shape of an ‘M’, which had a streak of red that showed with the right angle of the sun.

 He was quite phlegmatic[6] valuing virtue and friendship highly. Although his ethics and spiritual maturity had lead him to becoming isolated, he was always open to friendship so long as they did not compromise his ethics. But with the exception of a few classmates from his martial-arts temple he never had any friends until he really tried to more to fit in at the science academy. He thought he could do it without compromising himself too much. As a result people still found him aloof, taciturn, and proud; but his calm, thoughtful and steadfast demeanor attracted a good number of friends and he was always willing to help them with their problems. Nevertheless it proved quite difficult to hold on to his morals which had become far too malleable with the bombardment from the lite morality of society.

Indeed despite people’s ignorance about the term, he was a true lone wolf, just like the ring on his finger. Somehow the term meant a solitary usually self-reliant person. But certainly wolves are the ultimate testament to teamwork, for it was they who first taught men how to hunt. Many things people believe about wolves are all wrong, even the science, as much of the popular science is on captive wolves, not truly wild ones. A wolf like a man goes through stages in life; they obviously start as doted cubs in a family unit. Once they reach maturity they are often forced out where they have to survive on their own until they themselves find worthy companions and establish their own pack. Then once in a pack they take on the roles and responsibilities of taking care of everyone in the pack, where their survival depends on each other.

Although Koray and Requen were his best friends sharing a mutual fondness and intellectual curiosity; they did not share the same ethics and purpose of life and knew at this point they would have to achieve great things separately rather than united. Sure he was leader of the Lagape, and they shared a more similar ethical drive but he found them far less understanding and not as broad-minded. He longed for finding some true companions that he could save the world with.

 He quickly caught up to the fleeing young girl and shouts, “Hey what’s going on?”

“You stay out of this kid, unless you want to go to jail.” At that point in time, it was probably the Police that made Montriéll heart pump the fastest, especially when he sees one while racing around the city. But this time he was angrier when he saw the girl had been knocked down. He jumps in between them, “I don’t care who you are, that’s no way for cops to act, to an unarmed little girl.” The girl looked about 12 with mid-length brown wavy hair flowing about her, sticking like the dirt, to the sweat on her face. She was on the ground holding her left arm, but she had a clear passion burning in her eyes. She wore some strange foreign dress and a large backpack.

Montriéll takes a quick stride standing between her and the men, she quietly stood up behind him. “When news thirteen hears about this, they’ll have your badges!” he threatens.

“You don’t know what you are getting yourself into kid, scram and we’ll let you live,” the man replies.

Montriéll was trained to avoid fighting, but this occasion had him too annoyed and so insulted “Humph, you are just a bunch of thugs as I thought, with puny threats no bigger than your IQ.”

Koray’s car pulls up, and Requen screams out, “What’s going on? Come on!”

The uniformed man annoyed began to pull out a gun as Montriéll pushes the young girl towards the car. Having a gun pulled on you is always very dangerous. People often die just trying to get away from an armed assailant. Fighting back often makes things worse with a lower chance of survival. If someone has not been trained in the military or with extensive martial arts specifically in disarming it is always better to simply do as they say, short of getting in a car with them. But they didn’t seem like the mugger sort out for valuables, if they were nothing is more valuable than your own life and Montriéll may have given in to them. But their menacing demeanor made it seem that their own lives were already in danger. They were hoping to run away, but it only takes a second for a bullet to do permanent damage.

‘The greatest victory is the battle not fought’ and to avoid risking one’s life by avoiding fighting at all costs were key concepts he studied in his martial arts. Studied being the appropriate word as originally martial arts at its core was a philosophy, a lifestyle where the greatest enemy to fight is the one within. It taught lifestyle that emphasized virtue and the refinement of one’s mind, body, and spirit through martial practice.  He had taken several different types of classes, but was not satisfied with them. For in these schools they may have emphasized the physical sport, they were usually too light on the mental health and spiritual training. And schools that only taught for the sake of combat were far too unrefined for him. This drive to find a complete system eventually lead him to the school that he most identified with, the internal martial arts. When he was younger he had studied at the now destroyed Bagua Temple, thus he had some meager skill in the combat art of Wudang-quan.

He had also recently become a member of the RAMMA (Renaissance and Medieval Martial Arts), society where he was beginning to learn the martial arts of his cultural heritage. Indeed a chalice bearing the family coat of arms from their Knighthood still stood in his mother’s display cupboard. Unfortunately these disciplines of the west were not held on so dearly as they had been in the east and much of the wisdom has been lost with only a few remaining manuals for scholars to derive their knowledge from. This was largely due to the military and social changes that occurred in the last few centuries making close quarter combat less important especially due to firearms and mass standing armies.  But now thanks to certain scholars, the martial arts, the arts of Mars; the Roman God of War was making a revival.  Still he could not rely so greatly on this recently acquired knowledge as he could on his strong foundation from the Bagua Temple.

Montriéll notices the man grab his gun and manages to grab his hand before it had been fully pulled out of his breast. Montriéll pushes it towards the man’s chest, and uses his left elbow to strike the man in the nose, grabbing the man’s wrist he pulls it back in attempt to disarm him. But the man punches with his other arm, while the other guy comes up from behind. Montriéll deflects the punch with his right arm, but the man gets him from behind and tries to strangle him. Montriéll smiles as he thinks this is such a typical move to someone who doesn’t know martial arts, and simply flips him over his body into the other guy. Indeed it was a move he usually used on his simple brawling foes. The others as usual let Montriéll do the fighting, but Requen had gotten out of the car to help the injured and exhausted girl along. He grabs her left arm in his frantic state and she lets out a cry. Montriéll turns to look, and feels a sudden punch in the back of the head. “Agh” the guy cries, shaking his hand upon hitting Montriéll’s hard and rigid head. He turns around and punches the man to the floor, and is grateful he didn’t get shot yet. When he noticed the other man crawling to the gun on the floor, he dashes and jumps on the back of the man, pinning his arms to the ground, the guy tires to head-butt him, but the man only hits Montriéll shoulder, while Montriéll retaliates with head butting the man in the right temple, the man releases his grip on the gun, and in a semi summersault, Montriéll gets to the gun and kicks it away, not wanting to risk his prints getting on it. He proceeds to kick the man in the face covering it in blood.

He goes for the other guy, when Requen calls out “Come on man! Let’s get out of here!”

Montriéll gets in the passenger door which Requen left open for him and Koray is freaked “Oh my god dude, did you just beat up cops? Do you know how long we can all go to jail for that? Especially we are not miners anymore!”

“You are going to be so damn popular man! fighting off the abusive fuzz. I am so glad I could witness it,” gloats Requen

“Are you kidding, he would be safer if he was a drug dealer than he is assaulting a cop,” worries Koray “And we are accomplices!”

“Relax Koray they weren’t cops; just get us safely back home,” Montriéll commands rubbing the side of his eye.

“You ok man, how do you feel?” asks Requen.

“Out of shape, but my blood is pumping with adrenaline it’s been a while since my last real fight,” replies Montriéll.

“So who were they dude?” eagerly asks Koray.

“Probably just thugs, but you called me away before I could find out.” He looks back to the girl who had remained quiet. “Can you tell us? It’s ok now”.

“No, dude, we`re all in deep ---- if they were cops,” persists Koray “You can’t get us in this kind of  trouble until I am member of the club dude.” He was referring to the Continental Gentleman’s club. Though already an art critique and an upstart in the young liberal society at his historic prestigious university, he had been fervidly pursuing an invitation for this club as a way towards gaining some powerful ends for its ranks were full of prominent judges and politicians.

“Shut up Koray, they weren`t cops, but that was some uniform” Turning back to the girl, “My name is Montriéll this is Requen, and the understandably fearful one is Koray.  What is yours? What can you tell us about what just happened? Or where are you from, so we can get you back safely?”

Hesitantly and with pain in her voice, “Dewadelger… I... don`t know why, but thank you so much. When they grabbed me I was calling for help for so long, but no one helped, even after I broke free. Until you.”

Koray is shocked at a new realization, “Whoa, dude so we may have just stopped another child abduction? I just saw a story about that on the news. I can’t believe no one stopped to help you.”

“If I had not taken the initiative we were almost those people Koray” criticizes Montriéll. “And we would have never known.”

“Well we didn’t hear her call for help,” defends Koray.

“So if you did, would you have done anything?” Requen asks.

“I might have called the police, but I thought they were the police,” winces Koray.

“Maybe I would have just expected someone else to help her,” admits Requen lowering his eyes.

“Well, I might of missed the chance also. But I just had some feeling to find out, better safe than sorry,” says Montriéll.

“Yeah, how could we know if it’s real or not? It could just be a prank or bratty kid. You have been deceived before due to your eagerness to help others,” reminds Koray.

Requen noticing Dewadelger’s posture once more he asks “What’s wrong with your arm?”

“They hit me badly and I fell,” says Dewadelger looking dirty and exhausted.

“Let me take a look at that arm, I have some medical knowledge,” Montriéll says in honest humility as he was studying to be a doctor and worked at a health clinic. He leans between the divides in the seat and gently grabs her hand with his right hand while softly feeling up her arm with his left hand. He was not able to roll up the girls garment and he did not think it appropriate to ask her to take it off. She seemed in great pain from her upper arm, but their seemed to be no cut or bleeding, it could just be a bad bruise, but he realized the ways she was holding her arm so lifeless and in an awkward position. “Can you raise your arm?”

“No,” she replies.

“As I thought, Koray we should probably take her to a hospital,” comments Montriéll who ironically never liked going to the hospital himself unless he working there.

“No. No you can’t! Please just take me someplace safe. Please I just need to sleep and I’ll feel better, but promise me you won’t take me to any official place,” She begs as the guys all share an awkward and suspicious look.

“So what’s really going on? Why you don’t want anyone to find you?” Requen asks but with no answer.

“So what are we doing dude?” Koray questions.

Montriéll lowers his head down to ponder for a second “Well I might be able to help you. Requen can we stay at your place tonight?”

“Sure you know my house is always open,” replies Requen

They get back to Requen's place, and Koray tells them he has had enough fun for the evening and has to take the car home so he can’t spend the night anyway. He wants to get home as quickly as possible, just in case the men were police. ‘Better safe than sorry’ he reminds them then he glances down at his arm and drives away.

Requen’s house had cool tile flooring that lead to a very large central space filled with two long pleather couches above which hung a large carpet with Vaquero herding some longhorn steer.  On the opposite wall stood a large entertainment system for the boys of the house to watch sports and play video games of football and boxing.  Waiting there on the glass dining table were some tostadas that his mother had no doubt left out for him. Behind the table was a sliding glass door that lead outside. Requen quickly went to close the blinds just in case, but not before grabbing a few chips to chomp. He looked out to the backyard but it was mostly concrete and barren rocks, except for a grill and patio table, no places for someone to hide.

 The little girl Dewadelger goes to wash herself with a cloth in the bathroom, while Requen brings her some food and painkillers, while Montriéll reads up on something. He tells the little girl to hold on to Requen's hand, and to bite down on the piece of corn Requen had given to her. “Is it going to hurt?” she asks.

“Yes it might,” Montriéll answers.

“Wait,” she says and takes a stuffed dog doll out of her bag. She squeezes it tight and says “Ok I am ready.”

With a sudden jerk; pop! He had put her arm back into the socket, but at the same time she bit through the piece of corn, and Requen screamed in pain, “Man! For such a little girl she sure is tough,” whines Requen.

“She sure is, since you are the one that cried and not her.” Replies Montriéll as they take a seat on the couches. The couches were quite cold to lay on, but Requen brings them out some blankets with Dine-Navajo patterns on them. Dewa has already fallen asleep and they carry her to Requen’s bed.

While throwing out the blanket over him in his sleepiness Requen knocks over the portrait of His Lady of Guadalupe that stood on a small dresser with a crucifix in the corner of the room between the two couches. Fortunately he manages to catch it on time.

The two young men lay down talking to each other in the dark sleepily trying to figure out everything that had just happened dreamily coming up with fantastic ideas of what might be going on. But in the end they simply agree they won’t know much until she trusts them enough to tell them. So they fall asleep and dream. Only slightly aware that what was going to happen, would be even more fantastic than any dream they had or thought of that night.

 

[1] English novelist known primarily for her six major novels (Pride and Prejudice, Northanger Abbey, Emma, etc…) which interpret critique and comment upon the British landed gentry at the end of the 18th century.

 

[2] One of the four personality type of ancient Greek Medicine: choleric, tend to be egocentric and extroverted. They may be excitable, impulsive, and restless. They tend to be task-oriented people and are focused on getting a job done efficiently. They can be ambitious, strong-willed and like to be in charge.

[3] Mathematician that studies of iterative non-linear systems in which small variations in initial conditions become magnified over time.

[4] One of the four personality type of ancient Greek Medicine: sanguine tend to be lively, sociable, carefree, talkative, and pleasure-seeking. They may be warm-hearted and optimistic. They can be flighty and changeable; thus sanguine personalities may struggle with following tasks all the way through and be chronically late or forgetful.

[5] From the poem, "To the Virgins, to Make Much of Time" by English Cavalier poet Robert Herrick from the 17th century.

[6] One of the four personality type of ancient Greek Medicine: phlegmatic may be inward and private, thoughtful, reasonable, calm, patient, caring, and tolerant. They tend to have a rich inner life, seek a quiet, peaceful atmosphere, and be content with themselves. They tend to be steadfast, consistent in their habits, and thus steady and faithful


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