Ondine ~ Selkie Fantasy and Myth or Reality Movie

Ondine

As a fantasy writer I am always looking out for new fantasy movies. I have my classic favorites Legend, The NeverEnding Story, The Witches and Time Bandits. As well as new favorites The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe, Spiderwick ChroniclesHarry Potter series, Lord of the Rings series and Legends of the Guardians: The Owls of Ga’hoole. Still it always seems that there are not enough of them and to much of other movies that I cannot believe even get made (such as Couple’s Retreat).

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I was thrilled when I heard about the movie Ondine about a fisherman (Collin Farrell) who rescues a woman from the sea who might be a Selkie. A Selkie is a shapeshifter that can be human or a seal. The myth orginated in the Orkney Islands. My current story and work-in-progress has a Selkie as one of the main characters. Selkies in mainstream movies are rare. The last one I know of was The Secret of Roan Inish. With Ondine being head-lined with a major actor I felt this was a positive move to spark more interest in Selkies. Neil Jordan directed and wrote Ondine, along with some of my other favorites by him The End of the Affair and The Crying Game.

Happily I went to the local Redbox and rented it. Overall I enjoyed the movie. It was well acted and the story line was interesting and full of conflict. Many comments had been made that the accents were hard to understand, but I did not have a problem with it. Typically Irish the story itself is heartbreaking. Divorced parents, one sober, one not, are raising an inquisitive child named Annie who needs a kidney transplant. One day out at sea the girl’s father, Syracuse, pulls in a woman up with his daily catch of fish. She tells them her name is Ondine which she says means from the sea. She is strange and beautiful. Syracuse and Annie, along with a few others, are convinced she is a Selkie who has run away from her Selkie husband.

Do not read further if you do not want a spoiler!

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Throughout the whole movie I was rooting for Ondine to be a Selkie. I wanted that fantasy story to be part of a complex contemporary story. Unfortunately at the end, Ondine confesses that she was really a drug mule who was thrown over board in a drug deal gone bad out at sea.

The build up of her mysterious story leads the viewer depressingly back to reality. I understand reality, it is the world we live in. There are no monsters of the deep, there are no elves in the forest, there are no trolls in the mountains and there are no fairies in the flowers. As a lover of fantasy I do not need a reminder that these things do not exist. If this story had taken the next step and actually set the stage to have the real world collide with the world of myth and legend the emotions, transitions and conflicts would have heightened the elements of the story. Wouldn’t it be more fun to force characters to recognize that the world they live in is much bigger and more mysterious than they thought?

The Vanishing Island ~ Chpt 6 ~ The Request of Empress Water Lily ~ Audio Book Podcast

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The Vanishing Island Audio Podcast

Chapter 6 ~ The Request of Empress Water Lily

Emperor Wei Shu has found the magical vanished island, but his journey is not over. To receive the gift of True Sight he must return Empress Water Lily to the Land of Eternal Light.

The only way he can accomplish this task is to find true love with a woman from the world of Larithria. With the help of a magical ring he searches the library. What secrets does it hold and who will be a worthy bride for an Emperor?

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The Vanishing Island ~ Chapter 6 The Empress Water Lily ~ Fantasy Novel

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Empress Water Lily’s Request

(Full Chapter)

The island sensed Wei Shu’s innate good nature and willingly gave herself to her new master. The curse which had incapacitated the island for many years relished in the attentions being thrown upon her. The Golden Palace held many ancient secrets. It was as if every room, every corner held some mystery. Dusty rooms were filled with items from the previous Emperor. Everything had been left as if it was waiting for Wei Shu to come and revive them. Searching through the rooms he was very methodical turning over every object large and small. Discovering everything would take more than a few days. It would take weeks or months.

The rooms on the upper floors were spacious living quarters with attached smaller sitting rooms. Large carved beds were covered with brightly colored silks and fabrics. Some drawers were empty and some contained small trinkets and jewels. The Emperor’s room had a study with a large intricate desk. The top was black, green and red marble. On the legs were fierce dragons carved into the wood. Finely woven rugs carpeted the floor. The rooms on the main level near the entrance were very large and spacious. Rows of seats lined walls while others remained bare. One room in particular had a large golden chair with a high back. On the back were two wavy lines with a dot above and below. Encircling this design was a dragon with his forked tongue sticking out. A large red tufted pillow rested on the seat. Two smaller chairs were placed to either side and were just as beautiful, but not as ornate and did not have the design. Weapons of all kinds hung on the walls and long heavy curtains blanketed the windows.

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Several rooms on the west side of the main level were filled with various scientific items. Huge metal animal cages of all sizes, large glass tanks, bottles with dark liquids and herbs, unusual instruments and large working tables with scribbled pieces of parchment all added to the mystery. To Wei Shu’s delight the eastern corner of the Palace held a vast library. It was immense and filled with hundreds of books, scrolls and parchment from floor to ceiling. Two long windows allowed natural daylight into the room. When Wei Shu stepped into the library the smell of ink and parchment transported him back to happier days. Closing his eyes he imagined sitting on a soft pillow listening to his tutors while his grandfather nodded approvingly near by. For Wei Shu this was his most prized room and for days he could not bring himself to leave.

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In the middle of the room was a soft leather chair. The brown leather was supple to the touch from many days of use. A small leather foot stool sat in front of the chair and two indents were lovingly pushed into its soft leather. Next to the chair was a small table with an oil lamp and a small wooden box. After lighting the oil lamp Wei Shu carefully opened the box. Inside was a large golden ring. The front of the ring held an oval shaped red gem stone with a wide knotted band. Putting it on his right ring finger he admired the fit and sparkle.

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Satisfied he walked over to a shelf and picked out a medium sized book to read. A small layer of dust came forth causing Wei Shu to crinkle his nose. The leather was well worn around the corners but overall the dark brown cover was in good condition. Bringing the book over to the light he inspected the front cover. Flipping through the book his heart sunk. He could not understand any of the words written in the book. Wiping his right hand tenderly on the cover he hoped that this was the only book written in a strange tongue. When the ring touched the book cover it flashed a brilliant red. As the ring changed to orange he saw the letters on the book shifting to letters he understood. Amazed he flipped through the pages. All of the ineligible letters he could now read. The words changed his life forever.

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The library was dedicated to a world called Larithria. This world was part of the world of man and magically kept itself hidden. The books detailed the lives of unique and fanciful creatures living in the sea, in the air and on land. The more he read the more enthralled he became. This must have been the knowledge the previous Emperor had been given. He spent the next several days reading long into the night. Row by row he worked his way down. Daniil and his advisors brought him his meals and refilled his oil lamps when they became dim. At night when he tired they would wrap a warm blanket around him as he slept on the pillowed benches underneath the windows. As soon as the dawn light warmed his body he would return to his chair to read. He wanted to know everything.

One night when the moon rose high he blew out his oil lamp and nestled himself onto the soft pillowed bench. The moon was shadowed by clouds making the library dark. Only the smell of snuffed oil wafted through the room. Closing his eyes he tried to imagine the world of Larithria. Everything he had once believed was changing with each word he read. The world was much bigger and more wonderful than he had ever imagined. As he lay there he heard a faint flitting noise. Opening his eyes he peered into the darkness. When his eyes adjusted he noticed a bluish light flitting about the room traveling in his direction. His heart began to race as he waited. Impulsively he held out his hand when it was within his reach. Bringing his hand to his face he peered down upon a dainty butterfly. The outlines of its wings were blue and purple and its furry small body was light lavender. It moved lightly on Wei Shu’s hand staring back at him. So lightly he could barely feel its movements.

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Suddenly he heard a beautiful soft voice filling his head, “Follow me. In the meadow the Empress awaits.”

            The butterfly spread its wings and took flight heading out of the Palace with Wei Shu close behind. Following the butterfly he soon found himself standing in large glade filled with lilies. The butterfly ceremoniously touched each flower causing the lilies to illuminate with the same bluish hue. Soon the whole glade was filled with light. The light lifted off the flowers and formed the shape of a very regal looking woman. Her robe was long and light lavender. The dark purple cuffs of her robe hung low almost touching the ground. Embroidered on the cuffs were lilies of varying shapes and sizes. Her face was as pale as the moonlight, oval shaped and slender with almond shaped sad eyes. Her long black hair was piled up in billowed tuffs and on either side of her head and held by yellow water lilies.

            Wei Shu got down on his knees, bowed and said, “Empress Water Lilly.”         

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            Water Lily motioned with one dainty hand for him to stand. As he did two curious otters stepped out from behind her silken flowing robe. In unison they said, “We speak for the Empress.” The one on the right bowed and said, “I’m Rumi” and then the one on the left bowed and said, “I’m Russi.”

            Russi was slender and dark brown. His whiskers were full on his chubby cheeks and his black round eyes sparkled. “The Empress’s vow of silence in the monastery has made her mute in the spirit world. Therefore she has asked us to speak for her. The island has found you worthy of its knowledge and secrets out of all the men under heaven. The Empress is pleased you found the Deciphering ring so soon. Your first task as Emperor of this island is to return Water Lily’s spirit to the Land of Eternal Light where she will join her sisters,” he said.

            Rumi slinked past Russi to stand slightly next to him. He was very thin and lean. His face was long and his whiskers twitched as he talked. His eyes were black and sparkly as well with two tuffs of hair for eyebrows. Taking a couple of steps forward again he stood tall placing his hand on his light brown belly.

            “To accomplish this first task you must find true love with a woman from the world of Larithria. This maiden must truly love you, as you love her. She will be crowned your only wife and Empress,” Rumi said. Looking at Water Lily he ran back to her. Sweetly she reached down and ran her hand along his back. As her hand moved soft traces of light moved with her.

            Russi not wanting to be left out glided over to her free hand. Gently she ran her hand across his head and over his whiskers. Satisfied he looked at Wei Shu and said very seriously, “If you find true love with one of our kind you will receive the gift of true sight. A gift the previous Emperor had. With true sight you will be able to see the world of Larithria at all times. No magic spells, nor charms or enchantments will block your vision. This gift is great, but sometimes a burden. We will warn you only once, so remember our words. If you use this gift to cause harm, if you become consumed by its power it will lead to your demise. Protect and guard this island and all that you cherish with your life for your life now depends on it.”           

            Russi nodded at Rumi to take the lead. “If you succeed it has been written that your union will create a reign of peace in the world of Larithria and the world of man for many years. It will shed light where there is dark. Men will seek your allegiance, scholars will seek your wisdom, monsters will be made meek and your kingdom will prosper. When you are taken to the Land of Eternal Light you must have sons to take your place. Your sons must be raised to rule wisely and kindly. If they do not they will be banished from the island forever. Remember our words young Emperor,” he said.

            A sudden wave of uncertainty about the future consumed Wei Shu. He had thought once he arrived here he would be able to put his plans for destroying Li Long into motion. Now to keep the island he must put that on hold and marry. He had not planned on not marrying for some time. He could hear his heart beating loudly inside his chest. Closing his eyes he remembered he was chosen under all the men under heaven and cleared his mind of any doubts. He would do what he had to. Opening his eyes he gazed upon the Empress Water Lily. She was looking at him with a sad knowing look. Rumi and Russi circled about her once and then returned to stand before him.

            “If you do not fulfill your destiny as Emperor of the Golden Palace Empress Water Lily will forever roam the island and you will one day find yourself out at sea banished as those from long ago. To show you the truth of our words the Empress will bestow upon you the temporary gift of sight. Are you ready young Emperor?” Rumi asked.           

            “Yes, yes,” he said unsurely.

            “Close your eyes,” Rumi said.

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            A single butterfly that had been resting on Water Lily’s shoulder flew over to Wei Shu. Gently touching his eye lids a brilliant light flashed behind them. Opening his eyes he could see the world of Larithria. Empress Water Lily was surrounded by dozens of butterflies with small female shaped bodies. Fairylike creatures and strange lights flew in and about the trees all around him. He swore some of the trees were walking about the forest creaking and groaning as they went. A butterfly flew past him and a dainty woman looked right into his eyes, waved and smiled. Wei Shu was in awe. He could not believe the world was so full of wonder and beauty.

“This gift will last for one hour. You have one year to build up your kingdom and then one more to complete your task. We will return when the time has come,” Russi said. With that being said Empress Water Lily turned and began walking slowly towards the woods very regally. As she went all the creatures of Larithria in the glade turned to watch her. Amazed Wei Shu stayed in the glade. The world was so alive and vibrant.

When his sight faded he quickly returned to the library to peruse the books for a worthy bride. He found a thin book titled “Selkie.” As he read the pages he was fascinated by a creature that could live on land as a human or swim in the ocean as a seal. Duality in ones existence was a connection he understood. He had been shifting forms ever since his uncle overthrew him. To survive he had become a Mongol warrior, but underneath his Mongol appearance he was still the Emperor. Reading on he found out that Selkies often lived in small clans guided by one chief with a larger Council that ruled over all the villages. They had strong family bonds, shared tasks and chores and took daily swims together. Sons and daughters were taught to fight starting at a young age with short swords called dirks. Flipping further into the book there were anatomical drawings and a map of known Selkie villages. What really caught his attention were the descriptions and drawings of Selkie women. The women in the drawings were muscular and strong their faces delicate, but steadfast. Their hair was long and hung loose about their shoulders unless posed to fight and then it was tied back. One particular drawing showed a woman ready for combat. Her legs were gracefully braced as her arms wielded two sharp dirks beside her. Her look was fierce as if she would fight to the death. He was instantly captivated. Closing his eyes he remembered his years with the Mongols. Mongol women were also skilled with the bow and blade. Often on raids the women would be left to defend their families and old ones. They relished in a chance to use their skills. He had always found their strength of character and level headedness very appealing. Looking back at the drawing he hoped Selkie women were the same. The remaining pages of the book were blank and Wei Shu desperately wished there was more.

 Retiring to his bed with the book in hand he gazed out his window. The moon was a quarter full and silvery clouds spread across the sky in patches. Thoughts of marriage raced through his mind. For several months now his advisors had been reminding him that if his life had gone as planned he would already have been married. He knew his advisors had good intentions, but they seemed to be reverting to the old ways. They longed to recreate what was left behind in that burning city and Wei Shu wanted to create something new. Until that moment Wei Shu had willingly ignored their comments. Now his mind was set. With the gift of true sight he would have the upper hand in his battle against Li Long. If he found a Selkie woman that he could not only rule with, but love, their union would create years of peace and prosperity. Surely, that meant he would be the victor against Li Long. Smiling to himself he fell asleep with the book in his hand.

The next morning the sun woke him. As he got out of bed he felt more certain than he had the night before. He immediately called for Daniil to discuss his plan of action. As always Daniil listened and offered his advice. After the details had been thoroughly discussed his plans were put into motion. First would be the restoration of the Golden Palace, then the reconstruction of the burned homes. Mainlanders would be offered homes and fields if they choose to live under his protection. A fleet of ships would need to be built and horses bargained for. As progressed his band of men quickly grew to a small army as rumors made it from village to village about the Emperor of the Golden Palace.

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Time passed quickly and soon the day had come. Daniil rounded up nine of his men and brought them to the Council Room. Sitting in the head chair Wei Shu brimmed with confidence. Each man took their seat at the long table. Seeing that their Emperor was in such high spirits they began to wonder what they had been summoned for. Standing up Wei Shu could barely contain his excitement. He wore a long embroidered green tunic that stopped at his knees. Underneath he wore tight silk black pants. His hair usually in a long braid was set free to fall about his shoulders. His eyes gleamed as he looked each man in the eye.

“I have a very important task for you. You will be going on a mission on my behalf. As my respected and trusted men you will represent me and my kingdom,” he said. Reaching for a parchment he unrolled it until it was completely spread across the table. Pointing to black marks on the map he said, “Each one of you will be sent to a Selkie village marked here on this map.” Looking confused the men looked at the map and then back at the Emperor. “It is my desire to marry a Selkie chief’s daughter. As my messengers you will announce this to their village,” he said. Their confusion turned to smiles.

            “Yes, yes, I thought you all would like that. Now, the journey may be treacherous and long. I’m giving each of you almost a year to make it there and back.”

            Looking up Wei Shu saw one of his advisors standing at the door looking pensive. “Sorry to bother you, but there is a matter that needs your attention with the Forests of Turrin,” he said.

            Nodding his head he put his hand out. “Always keep in mind the impression you make on these villages is of the utmost importance. Selkies are wary of humans. I would go myself, but as you can see,” he said motioning to his advisor, “I have a kingdom to run.” Motioning for Daniil to stand he said, “Daniil will go over the details. Everyone must leave as soon as possible. Have a swift and safe journey my friends.”  

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            As soon as the Emperor left Daniil took over the conversation. He described what he knew about Selkies and spotting their camouflaged villages. The villages could be hidden in various ways each site specific. From a distance a doorway might appear as a large rock, a roof like a sloping grassy dune, the sides of a house as a log jam or a hidden entrance under the water. There was to be no pressure put upon them to send their daughters. They must go willingly and with the blessing of their people. They would need to return by mid summer to be part of the selection. His advisors would help make the final choice. Once all questions were answered Daniil gave the men their routes and sent them off to prepare, pack and say their good-byes. Everyone would leave tomorrow as time was of the essence. Daniil would also be going. He was excited to be entrusted to such an important mission. He hoped his village on an island in the North Sea would have the maiden Wei Shu sought.

The Vanishing Island ~ Chapter 5 The Enchanted Box Audio Podcast

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The Vanishing Island

Chapter 5 ~ The Enchanted Box Audio Podcast

Emperor Wei Shu and Daniil travel to a remote eastern seaside village in search of the descendants from the cursed and vanished island. A young noodle shop girl named Blossom leads them through the windy streets of town to her family home. Inside they have the answers Wei Shu seeks.

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A Writer’s First Fantasy Novel

A Writer’s First Fantasy Novel

The journey to writing my first fantasy novel started much like many writer’s do, with a dream. I dreamt of a red-haired Selkie maid holding onto the furry and scaly neck of a Sea Dragon as they plunged through the cold ocean. Arriving at her destination she walked down a long hall very proud of who she was. Long draperies billowed around her as the breeze traveled through the windows. Entering a room she took a seat at a long table and respectfully put her head down. At the other end were several Asian men who began questioning her about being a Selkie. A comment was made about her being half human and therefore having to hide her true Selkie nature if the Emperor chose her as his Empress. Angered she stood up to defy them saying she would not hide from anyone and if the Emperor did not like her as she was then she was not the right wife for him.

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Selkie Fantasy, Myth and Legend

It was then I woke up and began the routine of my work day, but the red-haired Selkie in my dream had captivated me. She was strong, yet vulnerable. All day long as I looked out the window from my desk, which by the way overlooks the San Juan Islands and Guemes Channel, questions kept circling around in my mind. Why was she there?  Who was she? Who was this Emperor? Why did she travel so far to meet him? Why did a human want to marry a Selkie?

Selkies and Shapeshifting

Over the next several days I researched Selkie myths and began noticing a repetition of certain numbers. An example being if a human woman shed seven tears into the ocean a Selkie man would appear to comfort her. Often their meeting would beget children. Variations of the number seven, either in days, months or years, determined when a Selkie could shapeshift into their seal or human form. The rules about their shapeshifting intrigued me. I kept wondering why their existence was tied to such rules. Did they always have these rules or were they created after some unfortunate event? Did the rules somehow stop the same event from reoccurring? It was from these questions that the “what if’ seeds” of my story about Emperor Wei Shu and Aine the Selkie began sprouting in my mind. Their story which would start off as a happy one would end in death and destruction causing certain rules to become part of everyday life for a Selkie.

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Chapter 5 ~ The Enchanted Box ~ Emperor Wei Shu and the World of Larithria

 

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The Enchanted BoxU (Excerpt)

     The pair traveled as fast as they could making it to the village within five days. Both men had eaten little and were famished as they rode into the central part of town. Stopping at a noodle shop they ordered a warm meal for their empty bellies. Within minutes bowls of steaming broth with dumplings and fatty pieces of meat were set before them. Hungrily they gulped it down without lifting their heads. With their stomachs full they sat back to looked around them. Everyone in the shop had stopped what they were doing and was staring at them.

     Since Wei Shu had left the Khan he had grown his hair long and wore it in a single braid straight down his back. His face had been cleanly shaven when they left but now tufts of stubble showed on his square chin. Daniil wore his dark brown curly hair loose with a tight-fitting cap lined with fur. His beard was full and his whiskers were covered with dust. Seeing all eyes on them the two looked at each other. Gazing back at them were two dusty and dirty faces. The only clean spots were their teeth when they smiled. Laughing they asked the shop girl for a bowl of water and a couple of rags. Once their faces were clean they did not look so frightening and the noodle shop customers warmed up to them.

     Not wanting to waste any time Wei Shu asked if anyone knew where to find the descendents from the vanishing island. Silence immediately fell over the shop. The shop keeper stared at them for a moment and then whispered to the wide-eyed shop girl standing next to him. Setting down her towel she walked slowly towards them ushering them out of the noodle shop onto the street. Believing he had offended the townspeople Wei Shu humbled himself before the young girl apologizing for any infraction he might have done.

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    The shop girl, who was called Blossom, eyed the two men curiously. They looked very strange to her. Her grandfather had told her this day would come, but she did not actually believe it would happen.

     “Why do you seek this family?” she asked. Her features were delicate and her dark eyes were large and almond shaped.

     “Within the month I will set sail to find this island. I need to know how to find it. Do you know anything about it? I have money. I can pay,” he said.

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     Blossom nodded her head softly and looked out towards the water. Of course she knew about the island. It was all her grandfather ever talked about. He told her to listen for one day someone would come looking. If he was gone then she would have to give them an answer. That is what he used to say, but since his health was poor he refrained from talking much at all. Shaking her head she thought the curse of that dreaded island would find him even on his death-bed.

     Setting a grim face she looked at the strange men before her and said softly, “Follow me. I know who you seek.”

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      Wei Shu and Daniil followed behind the girl through a maze of streets. Her long black hair swayed back and forth as her small frame hurried along and headed up a hill towards her home. When they reached the top an old gated house with views of the ocean stood before them. Turning to her companions Blossom asked them to stand outside the gate while she went inside. Listening to her run off they were unsure of what was going to happen next. After several minutes Blossom opened the gate.

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     Leading them into an older section of the house they walked by a beautiful garden courtyard. In the garden the air was warmer and humid with colorful flowers already in bloom. As they entered a dark wooden hallway the strong smell of incense hung heavily in the air. Opening a thick wooden door Bosom entered into a dimly lit room. When their eyes adjusted they saw an old man lying upon a large bed. His small frame withered with age was propped up on several white pillows. His long grey beard draped over a maroon colored quilt almost reaching the floor. A sad looking middle-aged woman was feeding him broth from a wooden spoon. She kept to her task and did not bother to look up. 

     Standing next to the bed Blossom said, “Mama, grandpa, these are the men I was telling you about.” 

     Speaking softly to the woman next to him the old man said, “Leave us daughter.” The woman nodded and set down the bowl of soup on a small table before she left the room.

     Blossom arranged two stools at the end of the bed and took the spot next to her grandfather. Looking at them she said, “This is the family you seek. Although the wisest and dearest of us all has been sick for some time.” Gently taking a hold of her grandfather’s hand she smiled tenderly at him.

     Patting her hand he said with a smile, “You are a good grand-daughter.” Looking at the men his eyes sized them up. “I have been waiting for you a long time. I feared I might miss you,” he said.

     Shocked Wei Shu and Daniil looked at each other briefly. “Waiting for us, old one?” Wei Shu asked respectfully.

     “Yes, yes. My time is running out you see. I feared you might not come before I leave this life. I have been waiting since I was a young boy for this day. Please, sit closer this voice of mine cannot carry so far,” he said waving his hand.

     The two moved their stools closer and anxiously leaned forward. “Yes, old one. We are listening,” Wei Shu said.

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     “I was told you were coming in a dream many years ago by a beautiful sea dragon. He told me to wait as long as I could. I kept waiting and waiting even though my body began failing me. Now, here you are and soon I will be able to rest,” he said. Immediately he began coughing and Blossom offered him some water.

    Refusing it he continued. “My ancestors were there the day the island turned on them all. That day was filled with turmoil as houses fell apart, clothes disintegrated before their eyes and the fields and meadows turned brown. As they hurried about a strange frantic melody filled the air as they rushed to pack their belongings and head out to sea along with everyone else. That would be the last time they saw their home for right before their eyes the island vanished. When they reached the mainland and opened their bags they found that all of their treasured belongings had disappeared. They too had vanished along with the island. They were left with nothing to remind them of the happy days they had lived there. That is with the exception of my ancestor. He was left with one object. One he did not pack. It was a plain ebony box that he could not open. Nervous he hid the box away and lamented with the others. It was then that the people decided to split ways. Some went north, some went south, some went west and some went east. My ancestor came here to this village and built this house. From that day on the box has passed from father to son for many generations. My father gave me the box and if you had not come it would pass on to my only grand child Blossom.” Looking at Blossom he gave her a tender smile. Looking back at Wei Shu and Daniil he said, “Now it is time for you to have the box as the island is calling for it. A few weeks ago I dreamt of the same dragon and ever since then the most pitiful wailing has come from the box. I cannot bear it any longer. It is time for silence.”

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The Vanishing Island ~ Chpt 4 To the Sea ~ Audio Podcast ~ Emperor Wei Shu

 

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 The Vanishing Island Audio Podcast

~Chapter 4 ~To The Sea ~

Traveling to the Sea of Okhotsk Wei Shu is reminded of his past when they approach a burning and destroyed village. Helping take a young child to the cemetery he meets Daniil, a villager whose life has been utterly destroyed. Offering him a place with him the group sets off to the Sea of Okhotsk.

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The Vanishing Island ~ Chpt 4 ~ To the Sea of Okhotsk ~ Emperor Wei Shu Selkie Fantasy Adventure Book

 

The Vanishing Island
Emperor Wei Shu and Aine the Selkie
Chapter 4
 

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 To the Sea

    The band of men traveled easily across the plains. For miles and miles they did not see anyone until they crossed into the northern mountains. There they came across  small mountain villages which were part of Emperor Li Long’s provinces. Sometimes they slept under the trees with leaves piled around them for added warmth and sometimes they paid for cheap beds at cottages. When they stopped to eat at noodle shops Wei Shu listened intently to the discontent of the people. Li Long had been over taxing the peasants to pay for his war mongering. This had left the people poor and hungry. Only the deceitful officials and their unruly cronies kept their families well fed. Seeing their misery Wei Shu’s mind was greatly grieved. He could not wait for the day he was able to help his people and stop Li Long in his tracks.

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      The mountains soon gave way to new territory. The land had become flatter with many farm fields and green grass prairies for herds to graze on. Large trees dotted the landscape in patches along with small brush wherever there was water. The air smelled earthy and the sun shone brightly.

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    One afternoon the smell of burnt leaves and wood filled their nostrils. As they rounded a low hill they could see a smoking village ahead. As they approached the devastation turned their stomachs. Many buildings and homes had been burned to the ground. Amidst the char and smoke women swayed back and forth crying over their dead children. Solemn men with sooty arms and blackened clothes piled the dead into large wooden carts hauling them off toward the town cemetery. Wei Shu’s heart when out to these people. The smell, the sorrow, the devastation, reminded him of the day he fled his burning city. That day everything precious and comforting to him had been destroyed.

     Jumping down from his horse Wei Shu helped a very thin and weary looking woman who was trying to carry her child. Full of pain the woman told him with vacant eyes that a band of marauders from the next province held the town hostage for days demanding money and grain. They gave them all they could afford without starving through the winter, but that was not good enough. The marauders burnt their homes and warehouses without as much as a blink. Now they all would starve. Their homes were burned, their children were dead and their granaries were left with only a few burnt kernels of rice. Looking at Wei Shu with sorrowful eyes she asked what there is to live for without the sound of a child’s laughter. Shying away from her pain he looked down at the child he was carrying. The child was young maybe seven or eight. He lay limp and pale in his arms. His eyes were closed as if sleeping peacefully and black smudges traced across his face under his nose where he had tried to wipe sooty air away so he could breathe. This boy’s life had ended too soon. In the back of his mind he suspected Li Long. If his troops were as hateful as the last villagers had said his ruffian soldiers were bent on violence not mercy. He wondered how Li Long could be so careless and heartless. His grandfather had always told him it was better to have your people love you than hate you. If they love you then they will do anything for you. If they hate you then they plot against you.

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     As they walked into the cemetery he watched as men carefully lowered their dead into the freshly dug graves. Walking up to an empty hole Wei Shu gingerly transferred the child into the arms of a teary eyed gray-haired elder. The man thanked him and lovingly wrapped the boy in a white cloth. He wondered if that was his grandson. Looking around Wei Shu noticed a tall, forlorn man staring off towards the direction they were heading. He like many of the other villagers had a particular look with paler skin, rounder eyes and light brown curly hair. A tattered doll dangled in his hand almost as if he was repulsed by it. Something about the man compelled Wei Shu to walk over to him. When he was standing next to him the man turned to face him. His eyes were grey with touches of dark brown. They were filled with anger and sorrow but Wei Shu saw an intelligence there he had not expected to find. On the left side of his head was a large gash about four inches long. His hair had been sheared on either side of the wound and large black uneven stitches laced it together.

     Looking at Wei Shu he said angrily, “Everything is gone. I fought until I no longer could. Now there is nothing here for me but sorrow.” He let the tattered doll fall to the ground without so much as a look.

     Wei Shu understood. He offered the only thing he could. “Come with me, my friend, we are heading east to set up camp on the shores of the Sea of Okhotsk,” he said.

     “Ay, I know those shores well,” he said shaking his head thoughtfully. Placing his hand on his chest he told him his name was Daniil.

     Repeating the same gesture Wei Shu announced his name. Looking to the east he continued and said, “You will be of no burden to us friend. We travel light and eat what we can along the way. Join me. I could use someone like you.” He could see Daniil considering his proposition. Patting him on the back he said, “I search for a cursed island. When we find it, who knows what happiness it will bring.”

     It did not take Daniil long to decide. He truly had nothing left. His entire family had been slaughtered; his parents, his sister, his brother and his niece had all died. If he stayed he would only be bent on revenge and that would surely only get him killed and Daniil was a survivor. Wei Shu introduced him to his men and told him about his plans to find the vanishing island. He could see a spark of hope rekindle in Daniil’s eyes as he spoke. A village farmer walked by with several horses and he willing overpaid for two. As they mounted their steeds and headed down the road towards the sea Daniil did not look back. The only thing he carried with him were his memories and the clothes on his back.

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      The smell of fall had returned to the air when they waded through the wetlands which bordered the land before the sea of Okhotsk. The addition of Daniil to the group had proved fruitful. He spoke the local languages, was extremely strong and knew the area well.

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     He led them to a protected treed area several feet above sea level close to the beach, but far enough away the waves and winds would not bother their camp. The spot was surrounded by a group of large boulders which formed a circular pattern around the center of the site. Weather worn trees scattered the perimeter and a small trail led down to the rocky beach. Their six gers fit easily in the space and there was enough room left over for an outside cooking area as well. Taking their time they readied their camp for the months of winter ahead. They spent the first few days riding to the woods a distance away and hauling whatever wood they could find back to camp. Fish and meat were caught and either dried or smoked for those days when fresh food would be scarce. A small corral for the horses was built on the backside of the camp in order to protect them from the winter winds.

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     With the camp organized Wei Shu and Daniil set off to make their introductions to the neighboring villages. At first the villagers distrusted the pair for in the past foreigners usually meant trouble. Wei Shu tried to ease their minds with his kindness and confidence. It took a few weeks but with Daniil’s gentle prodding and understanding of their customs and language their unease waned. They helped by putting out calls to the local and neighboring ship builders. Soon boat builders began coming to the camp one after the other. There were so many that Wei Shu could only retain a handful. He arranged for their quarters on site and the planning phase for building one large ship began.

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     Over the next several months everyone diligently worked from sun rise to sun down under their instruction. In the darkest winter months only a few hours of day light made work possible. When they were not working Wei Shu was planning for their days out at sea. He understood his men were horse men not boat men. So on warmer days they trained in smaller boats on the water learning the intricacies of sailing. Wei Shu also hired a tailor along with several women to sew the sails and new clothes for everyone. The money he had left camp with was dwindling. He was glad when winter was almost at an end and they could finally see the fruits of their labor.

     Daniil and Wei Shu had formed a close bond. Often you did not see one without the other. Wei Shu felt Daniil understood him and knew him in a way that no one else did. Over the years his advisors had turned into old men. He still relied on them in many ways, but away from the influence of the Khan the more they returned to the old ways. The men from the Khan’s camp were loyal. He felt lucky to have them by his side, but he felt they sometimes they did not fully understand who he really was and what he was going to become. Daniil, on the other hand, saw him as a man of fortitude. He was always present and helping him in whatever way he could. Wei Shu relished their companionship.

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     As the smell of spring drifted through the air the ship was near completion. Deciding it was time to revisit the local villages along the coast Wei Shu and Daniil packed their horses and headed out. Before their questions had gone unanswered, but Wei Shu desperately needed some direction before they set sail. An invisible island would be hard to find with no directions.

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     They were at a village they had never visited before. It was a small, isolated village far along the eastern coast and consisted of only a few homes and a small shop. Luck was on his side that morning when they awoke to see the tips of spring flowers poking their dainty heads through the snow.

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      As they readied their horses a skinny, old man wandered by saying he would exchange information for food. Humoring the old man Wei Shu walked him to the noodle shop and ordered the man a bowl of noodles and another filled with succulent fatty duck. Taking the bowls he smiled a toothless grin and began slurping away. After he wiped all the grease off his chin he told Wei Shu that a village further down the coast on a small peninsula had descendents from those banished from the vanishing island. Wei Shu patted him on the shoulders and dropped a few coins into his hand. Rushing off he told Daniil and in seconds the pair were on their way. Wei Shu’s heart raced, he felt invigorated. After all this time searching for an answer one

Fantasy Adventure Novel

Finn the Selkie ~ Lost Skin ~ Chpt 3 Audio Podcast ~ Selkie Myth and Legend

Lost Skin ~ Chapter 3 Audio Podcast

Finn the Selkie

Mona has got an idea. Frank and her could adopt Finn. She knows he would love it on their farm in Indiana, just like her son Jesse had. Only problem for Finn is Indiana is miles away from the ocean. He is not sure why but, something deep inside him is telling him he cannot live without the ocean.

Fantasy ~ Young Adult ~ Novel ~ Audio Podcast

Lost Skin ~ Chpt 1 ~ Finn the Selkie Legend and Myth

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Lost Skin ~ Chapter 1 ~ Finn the Selkie Myth and Legend

 The boy awoke to the sound of the sea. He could feel the sand underneath him and the heaviness of seaweed draped over his body. He could not move for his head and side ached tremendously. Peering out the corner of his swollen eye blood trailed down into the tide. The blood looked dark and thick. Motionless he lay there smelling the air. It was thick with the smell of the ocean. He tried to remember how he came to be there. He could not but, a deep sense of dread filled him. He knew something had gone terribly wrong. Taking slow breathes he continued to breathe in the scent of the ocean for something about it eased his blank and blurry mind. The smell the sounds lulled the boy back to sleep. 

      He awoke in the middle of the night when the tide crept slowly up towards his toes. The darkness was thick about him and the coldness of night hung in the misty air. Shivering he drifted in and out of consciousness. His dreams haunted him. There was a dark figure dark, ominously looming over him. Startled he woke in the pitch black of night. Familiar sounds surrounded him and soon he felt warmth pressed against his cold skin. It reminds him of something but, he cannot remember what. Dozing he drifts back to sleep. In the morning the cold has returned. Shivering under the rising sun he contemplates how long he has been there. He is still unable move. His eyes are still swollen and his head still aches. As the sun rises its radiant heat begins to warm his body slowly. He knows he needs help but it is still to painful to move.

     Later that day he is startled by shouting off in the distance. Do they see him! Focusing on their yells he realizes that the sound is coming closer to him. Hope fills him as warm hands touch his face and peel seaweed off his mangled body. Cracking his swollen eye open he sees a figure leaning over him. Their warm fingers press deep into his neck.     “Frank, Frank, he’s alive! I think I can feel a heart beat. Faint but it is there. Look his eyes are fluttering! Oh my, look at all that blood,” a womanly voice says.     Kneeling down Frank turns the boy on his side and pats his back hard several times causing the boy cough to cough up some water and bits of sand.     “Dear Lord, Mona, he is alive!” Frank exclaims. “We have to get him to the hospital. Should we try to carry him?” Mona asks.     There is a silent agreement as the couple reaches down to move the boy to their car. As they removed the rest of the kelp piled on top of the boy Mona lets out a soft gasp.     “Well look at that! If that isn’t the most horrible thing I have ever seen!” she said.     “What the….What do we do? How can we move him with that harpoon stuck in him?” Frank said.     The boy who is in agonizing pain as they move him about hears the word harpoon. Yes…the harpoon…something dark…something evil. Oh why don’t I remember?