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Alex  The Inventor  and  The  Ghosts  in  The  Glass  Tunnels

From faraway homes,
Two brothers must search,
The answers to atone,
For the ancestors of each.

For, while the Nethlin,

Prowls the portals her people created,
The torment for the ghosts,
Shall continue, unabated.

Time and space are swiftly traveled,

Among the ancient pillars,
Made of chandelier crystals.

Dreams intertwine,
And dimensions are joined,
By the turning of the compass design on a coin.

And what a mother may lose,

A lost father must gain,
So two worlds can be bridged,
So that peace may reign.

For there are the Others,

Who would invade both worlds,
And trickery and deceit,
They wait at the portals,
Plotting everyone’s defeat.

So, if you dare to, now read on,

And discover another father’s son,
Who began his journey,
Up through the ages,
To save the present,
Within these pages.

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– G. F. Brynn


Chapter I…Of Lineage and Tokens of Manhood
     When the boy and his large companion arrived on what became their new Homeworld, they had to learn to survive and adapt to the new environment as best as they could.  The boy was fit and hardy though and he had the good sense to pack what provisions he thought were necessary before he began his lone journey from one planet to the other.  He first saw his new Homeworld from afar only a year before – that being two of our years.  His father, King T’eir of the Valley’s southwest shore, had taken him to the highest tower of his palace on a dark, clear night and pointed up at the tiny blue dot nestled among the stars.  It did not appear to be very interesting to the boy at first – it was just a pale blue speck in the darkness and looked too distant as well.  Yet his father told him that this dot in the night sky was a very interesting place indeed. This blue dot was actually nearer to their Homeworld than even the brightest of the stars which turned in the black velvet dome high overhead.  How could that be, the boy wondered.  It was only a little blue dot in space.  There was no other place which could possibly match the beauty and wonders of the boy’s own Homeworld.  The valley he lived in was a full, rich, and wild country all by itself.  It was the envy of the Plains People who dwelled and roamed the cold and dusty steppes beyond his home.  In the Valley there were thick, lush wilderness forests and orchard trees which were laden with fruits of all kinds.  Rich and bountiful farmland stretched for hundreds of miles along the banks of the mighty River Styx.  Then there were the Strand Villages which were clusters of huts that stood upon tall, erosion-carved sandstone pillars.  The pillars were situated throughout the entire length of the endless river valley.  The Valley did seem to be endless, so far did it stretch from East to West, from horizon to horizon.  The village pillars all stood a full two miles above the thundering river.  A boy, such as he, could run and explore from village to village for weeks on end because each was inter-connected, one to the other by long rope suspension bridges.  A boy could meet new and interesting people all along the way and would never go hungry because the food and bounty from the valley floor was shared freely among the villagers.  No, there was nothing, the boy was sure, which could possibly compare with the splendor of his Homeworld.  True, there were a few worrying signs of troubles ahead which the boy often heard his Royal parents discussing with various diplomats and “High-War Moderators” during evening meetings.  The meetings had something to do with “accidents” involving the “Moon-War” machines which were somehow reaching the surface of his world and causing serious problems, even fatalities at times.  But Halden, the son of King T’eir was not afraid of such problems as these.  His father would make short work of those nasty little robot Flies, he was sure.  No, there was no world as wonderful nor any people as powerful as his race, that was certain.
     “Come, look upon the yonder distant Waterworld through the lens of my Aetherglass”, Halden’s father said as they stood together atop the tower of the Royal Palace that cold, clear summer night. 

When he did look, Halden was astounded to see the blue dot in an entirely closer and different perspective.  Halden was bundled up in his warmest buckskin fur coat and leggings.  Only his head was left uncovered so that his dark brown hair-quills could move freely about, scrubbing out the oxygen molecules from the thin Martian atmosphere.  Stepping up to the Etherglass, he saw a slowly turning gem of a world lying just beneath a scant blanket of curling, restless clouds.  Within the curve of the planet’s night-shadow, Halden saw the brilliant flashes and sparks of violent thunderstorms as they crashed across a huge expanse of deep blue ocean.  White froth from thundering waves outlined the crooked dividing line where brown and green continental shores met the waters and slowly fell into them over millennia.  Once or twice as Halden scanned even further down upon that strange new world, he thought he saw huge living beings splashing up out of the deep blue seas and blowing strong, white mist from out of their heads.  Then, along the tops of the highest snow-capped mountains could also be seen other moving, walking beings who walked and leaped nimbly from peak to peak with agile grace.  Sometimes, they even could be seen crashing their curved horns against one another in violent, exciting battles.  Halden, the Royal Prince was at once enthralled and taken away by all these living wonders and each night he pestered his father to turn his Etherglass toward that alien planet once again.  He soon knew so much about, “the Blue Waterworld” that Halden told his father that he wished he could journey to it so he could explore and truly experience all there was to see there.
     “Do you think there are people like us on the Blue Waterworld, father”, he asked one night after a particularly exciting few hours of watching that world with the small beings climbing the mountain tops and the larger ones swimming in the waters.  For, at one point, Halden thought he also saw several small fires burning in the darkness of the planet’s night-shadow as well.  Was it only some trees burning from a chance lightning storm passing over them, or could they be fires which were deliberately set by intelligent hands?  Fire was an extremely rare occurrence on his Homeworld because the air was very thin and so did not allow for fires unless they were taken from the hot lava which flowed from the crater of Mount Olympia.
     “Nay, t’is a world that be too near the Centraorbal Flame, t’is too hot for ones such as us to live wi’out being baked alive, Hal’d”, his father, the King replied.  “See there, lad, only the bein’s who live in the cool of the seas or the cold of the high snows may hope to survive wi’in such heat.”  “Nay, Hal’d”, he finished wisely with a proud and arrogant sweep of his thickly muscled arm, “this be the only world within the domain of our Centraorbal Flame which may hope to sustain those such as us.”  T’eir’s long, kingly mane of greying hair-quills shivered and flourished proudly in the thin atmosphere of Mars.  As the king spoke, his young son, Halden hung on every evenly worded pronouncement.  Halden was always in awe of his father’s even-handed way of thinking through difficult problems of the State or of the individual, then solving each with fair and sensible words.  Very rarely was there the need for a heavy hand of any sort and T’eir was always loathed to see the need for such violent acts.  Still, there had been rumors of late – word of the possibility, no matter how remote, that there would come the need for military combat someday soon.  For there were some in the Guild of High-War Moderators who did not believe that the kill-signals, which had been sent to the War Machines of the two moons years before, could have shut down all the Machines so easily.  No, there was news of many unfamiliar lights sighted in the night sky that flashed by overhead much too swiftly.  They were often seen moving back and forth between the moons and even T’eir, who studied much of the astral realm, saw such curious sights as well.  And they were becoming more and more frequent of late.  Stranger still were the meteor clusters which fell from the heavens day and night.  Then, soon after that, small hordes of Flies were sighted off on the distant eastern plains and contact with some of the nomadic people was lost.  The king did not share such worrisome thoughts with his young son though and the spare time that he did spend with Halden was to enrich their bond as father and son as much as possible.  For some reason he could feel in his gut, the king sensed that these precious moments he had with his wide-eyed young son would soon be lost.  For, it was not only the War Machines that gave the king grave concerns, he also saw something else through the lens of his powerful Etherglass.  It was a shimmering, distant, icy smooth sphere which moved swiftly against the background of stars each night, and during each watchful night it grew larger and brighter before his eyes.  Being a Royal, T’eir knew of the legend of the “Great Change” which must befall his Homeworld every five thousand Martian years.  He also knew that if this dangerously closing planet was the bringer of the Great Change then the time of long winter and the “Death-Sleep” was nearly at hand.  And so, T’eir came up with a plan, a trick actually which he knew would give his inventive-thinking boy something to occupy his ingenious young mind.  It was something that Halden could build when T’eir could no longer spend the time with him that he wished to.  What he built could also become his son’s means to escape the two disasters which were soon to come.  T’eir was a Warrior-King of the Fier-waii Clan and a leader among The Royals of The Valley and he had earned much respect from them as well as the common folk.  However, he was a thinker and a planner as well who did not turn a blind eye away from the hard facts of a coming harsh reality.  Only a fool would do so and would pay for his folly.  Therefore, he faced the two dangers head-on and planned how to deal with the worst outcomes while giving his two children the best protection he could.  One, his little Rainah he would keep close to home in the family palace while the other, his adventurous older one, Halden he gave a chance to spread his wings and escape to the one other place beyond his Homeworld that he longed to see:  The Blue Waterworld.

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     “It will be a dangerous journey, no doubt, Halden but nothing beyond the safety of childhood is without risk.”

((To achieve this voyage to the Blue Waterworld, you will simply have to accept that there will be more risk, that is all)), T’ier finished with those gravely serious words from his mind.

So began Halden Fier-Waii’s journey beyond his Homeworld, and across a sea of time.