Serial: Lost Rainbows Chapter 15 – The Leprechauns Win

Lost Rainbows by Connie Cockrell

Lost Rainbows by Connie Cockrell

Chapter Fifteen – The Leprechauns Win (Lost Rainbows – Serial)

By Connie Cockrell

Shamus O’Malley is on a quest to recover the Leprechaun Kingdom’s magic rainbows and gold before the rainbows are lost forever. To do so he must travel to the new world where he finds the evil wizard, David Bannon, intent on using the magic from the rainbows and the gold to conquer the Leprechaun Kingdom. He also finds an ally, Becca Bannon, the wizard’s niece. Can Becca and Shamus recover the rainbows and gold and defeat her wizard uncle?

This entry is part 15 of 16 in the series Lost Rainbows

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The Leprechauns Win

It was then she realized she and Shamus weren’t alone. Beside them marched tall people, dressed in armor that looked as ancient as her own. They carried lances of blue flame and shields that were so bright white that Becca couldn’t look at them.  She looked into the face of a woman warrior passing by. “She looks like me! Shamus…” She turned to her protector. “They look like me!”

He watched the newly arrived warriors pass them by. Becca saw his face fill with wonder. “Attack!” he screamed as he waved his sword around his head. “Attack and win this day! The Tuatha De Danann are with us!”

The leprechauns charged forward with renewed energy through the dark, the freezing rain and across the cracks in the earth. Becca could see all along the ranks, the tall people, grim-faced and fearsome, charging forward with them.

The companies hit the robots hard. The clash of metal on metal carried across the battlefield to her. She saw the leprechauns race through the robots and charge the wizards. Now a fierce wind blew, icier even than the rain had been. Becca leaned low over the neck of her pony who had put his head down into the wind. It was hard to see what was going on at the front line. She and Shamus picked their way across the now ice-covered meadow to where the King was fighting. The tall people were at the front and surrounded the wizards. A glow appeared from the tall warriors, golden against the darkness the wizards were throwing.

Becca sat up as the wind died down. There was tension in the air, like the way the day felt as a thunderstorm built up. The golden glow grew brighter and the darkness increased around the wizards until she couldn’t see them any longer. With a huge thunderclap, the glow sparked outward and the darkness disappeared. The rain and wind and darkness vanished and the day was again sunny and warm. The tall people were gone, too. Becca searched all around the meadow but they were nowhere to be seen.

The companies stayed two days in the meadow, nursing the wounded and repairing the damage done to the land. Then they moved through the ruined castle’s gate and back to the sidhe. The next day the Princess met Becca at breakfast.

They ate in the rose garden. The morning was full of sunshine but still cool. The scent of the roses filled the garden. “You have recovered well, Miss Becca.” Princess Lyeen buttered a scone and spread honey on it.

“I’m still a little tired, but yes, thank you. I have recovered.” Becca nibbled at a fresh strawberry. “How are the wounded soldiers?”

“They are well. Our physicians are treating the broken bones and the frost-bite.”

The two of them listened to a bird-song. Becca thought the song sad. They hadn’t been able to find the soldiers that had fallen into the earth. “I’m sorry about the soldiers who died. I wish I could have done something.”

“You did what you could with only a month’s training, little one. Their families are being cared for and the soldiers will be named among our honored. I’m sorry about your uncle.”

Becca put down her scone and wiped her hands, a faraway look in her eyes. “He was a good uncle. I’ll miss him.”

Lyeen reached across the table and patted Becca on the shoulder. “I understand. No one is all good or all bad. I’m just sorry he didn’t come to us in friendship.”

Her eyes began to tear up and Becca quickly wiped them, turning to a new topic, embarrassed to grieve for the man who would have destroyed her hosts. “Were those really Tuatha De Danann?”

Lyeen spoke softly. “It’s all right to grieve, little one. He was your family and you deserve time to remember him.” She took a deep breath. “To answer your question, I believe so, from what you have all told me. There is a legend that they will return to fight beside us in a just battle. I envy you, Miss Becca. The Tuatha De Danann have not returned to fight among us in all of our long history. I wish I could have been there to see them.”

Becca reached across the white linen tablecloth to take Lyeen’s hand. “The battle was horrific, Princess. I would not wish for anyone to have seen it. But I am sorry you did not get to see the ancient gods among us.”

Princess Lyeen smiled. “Thank you, Miss Becca.” She took a deep breath and grinned. “Let’s finish our breakfast. We’re preparing a welcoming home feast for the returned warriors. There hasn’t been a feast like this in many a year.”

 

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Lost Rainbows

To be continued…

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Monday Blog Post: Memorial Day Weekend

 

Gisela Memorial by Randy Cockrell

Gisela Memorial by Randy Cockrell

So how was your Memorial Day weekend? Do anything fun? Go camping? Have the whole family over for a BBQ? My town’s Farmer’s market opened for the first time this season on Saturday. Mom and I went early, saw all the stalls, some new, many returning again. She bought a huge cinnamon bun from the local bakery and we both bought tamales from the tamale lady to eat for breakfast. I had the green pork and she had the red pork tamale. Yummy in my tummy. On Sunday, hubby, me and my mom went to the Pine Craft Fair. Randy had the Navajo Taco to eat. One of our hiking friends was a volunteer making them. So that was fun. Then we had what hubby and his brother call a Taco Feast on Sunday evening. The two brothers had fun reminiscing about taco night when they were boys.

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Flash Fiction Friday Post: Loathsome Sport

Polo, Horses, Mounts, Men, Players

The Polo Player by SAMLIM via http://www.DeviantArt.com

The air was just breathable.

Captain Jenkins and I stood at the side of a large field, the aliens arranged in ranks around us as though at a soccer match. Not that they had jerseys. Their scales changed color, apparently at will. On our side the natives had all changed to a purple-fuscia color that rippled from dark to bright and back again as they gurgled and hissed in rhythmic ululations. The opposing side was in lime green and lemon color. Their sound was of the ocean, a low rumble that morphed into a hissing crash. Danged if I knew how they did it.

The Captain pressed a finger to his ear piece. “Keep a scan on the whole crowd. I want to know if anything seems wrong.”

I felt the sonic vibrations of the two sides. It was as though they met in my chest and churned. I asked, “Sir. What if things go wrong?”

He snorted. Not a good sign as far as I was concerned. “Then we’ll take it like men, Jordan.”

Since I was a bit behind him he didn’t see me roll my eyes. Always the drama queen, the Captain was. I didn’t really fear. The security force hovered above us in stealth mode. These aliens didn’t have a clue that they were there. But the chanting from both sides seemed intense and, to be honest, my last visit home for the local soccer team championship sounded quite a bit like this. Twelve people died in the rioting. I didn’t want to be an alien statistic.

“Jordan, keep an eye on the other side. The Most Holy told me in audience today that there might be trouble.”

“Aye, Captain.” What else could I say? The Most Holy seemed to me to be a psychopath. Last news I had was that he exterminated then burned the northwest quadrant of his land because he thought there was an earworm invasion. I wondered what story we’d have heard from the Premier on the lime green-lemon colored Teepar continent. After all of the reports, I’m thinking we should have landed in the other hemisphere.

After a long interval of confusing parades and discordant horn blowing, the teams lined up on opposite ends of the field. Each alien was astride an eight-legged beast that looked all the world to me like a cockroach. They held mallets that were curved, quite elegantly to say the least, and ended in a cupped blade.

It looked to me as though the cupped blade would hold a ball quite well. Hence, when the Grand Marshall trotted to the middle of the field on his cockroach painted in red and black, I was unprepared to see a lime green and lemon colored ball tossed onto the middle of the field.

The Grand Marshall rode up, bowed and pointed his spear at the Captain. There was some squeaking, the Captain’s translator must have handled it because I saw him go pale.

“I’m sorry,” he told the Grand Marshall. “That is outside of our mandate to refrain from interfering in other planet’s politics.”

The Grand Marshall hissed. I don’t know how that translated but the Captain turned to me. “Jordan. I have to do this. Turn on your body camera if you haven’t already done so. Record everything and get back to the ship, no matter what.”

Well that didn’t sound good. But I watched him take a cloth, purple-fusia, from the Grand Marshall and put it on. He hauled himself onto the cockroach with no elegance but once atop the beast looked as though he’d been made for the task.

I double clicked my tongue against my upper pallet to activate the recording. My Captain was being brave beyond the call of duty and as second in command, it was up to me to document every moment.

He kicked his mount in the sides and with awkward sawing, managed to get the beast to the correct side of the field. The Grand Marshall sounded what looked like a conch horn but to be honest, I was too far away to see clearly. Captain was trying to control his beast when there was a horn blast fit to blow out the ears of any creature.

The cockroaches, and really, I have no other way to describe the foul creatures, leapt forward. The Captain was nearly unseated but managed at the last second to right himself and lean forward, low over the carapace of his mount.

I saw the lime-lemon ball being batted with those hooked sticks, back and forth at the far end of the pitch. It rolled erratically. Under inflated, I thought. Captain began to maneuver his mount with some skill. He was a horseman on Earth. I suspected he was bringing to bear some of that skill though how a cockroach compared was beyond me.

The ball bounced downfield toward our side’s goal. The alien crowd made sounds like the hissing of an overheated tea kettle. The Most Holy stood up in his box as the ball crept ever nearer to his team’s goal. I worried for the Captain, involved in a game he didn’t expect to be playing in. What if the team lost? Would the Captain be blamed? I muttered quick instructions to the cloaked ship above.

At the end of the field, near the Most Holy, I watched as the ball neared. Several hard blows had sent it my way. As it rolled to a stop, the coverings came undone. The ball was the head of the opposition envoy. I gulped. The Captain rode up and with the stick, smacked the ball back into the middle of the pitch. He signed me. I spoke quickly and with a twinkle, he and I disappeared from the grounds.

On the bridge, he still wore the colors of the Most Holy. “Jordan, quarantine the planet. They’re not ready for admittance just yet.”

“Yes, sir.” I jotted notes on my epad. I wrinkled my nose. The Captain smelled of cockroach.

The End

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Serial: Lost Rainbows Chapter 14 – The Battle Goes Poorly for the Leprechauns

Lost Rainbows by Connie Cockrell

Lost Rainbows by Connie Cockrell

Chapter Fourteen – The Battle Goes Poorly for the Leprechauns (Lost Rainbows – Serial)

By Connie Cockrell

Shamus O’Malley is on a quest to recover the Leprechaun Kingdom’s magic rainbows and gold before the rainbows are lost forever. To do so he must travel to the new world where he finds the evil wizard, David Bannon, intent on using the magic from the rainbows and the gold to conquer the Leprechaun Kingdom. He also finds an ally, Becca Bannon, the wizard’s niece. Can Becca and Shamus recover the rainbows and gold and defeat her wizard uncle?

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The Battle Goes Poorly for the Leprechauns

Becca shut her eyes and tried to block the screams from her hearing. What did the Princess tell her about calling lightning? Becca took several deep breaths. She thought about a stormy sky, how the clouds turned black and blended together. Twice she lost her concentration as the screams broke through her focus. The third time, she had the picture firmly in mind. She raised her hands and visualized lightning streaking out of the sky and hitting the robots. Over and over again, she pictured the lightning falling from the sky onto the robots.

Like the time she did this magic with the Princess and the Advisors, she felt her fingertips tingle. Becca took another breath and as she flung her arms forward, fingers outstretched; she screamed a word she didn’t know. Lightning flashed down from the sky and the robots in front of them began sparking and exploding. The leprechauns that were still standing dashed away from the fires and watched as the robots fell.

“You did it!” Shamus screamed as he controlled the rearing pony and his own horse, both animals frightened by the electricity.

Becca dropped her arms and slumped in the saddle. She was so tired.

Horses under control, Shamus jerked his water-skin from his side and raised her chin. “Drink, regain your strength.” He poured water into her mouth.

She didn’t think she had enough energy to swallow. Half of the water ran out of her mouth onto her armor.

“Becca! Drink!”

She swallowed a little, then a little more. “Enough,” she said weakly. “I’m fine.” She pushed the skin away and struggled to sit up. “How are our people?”

Shamus surveyed the field. “The robots are down. The soldiers still whole are running to the King’s side. It looks like about fifty are still able to fight.”

“What about the other companies?”

“I can’t tell, Becca. They’re behind the ruin.”

She took a breath and rubbed her eyes. “That was very hard.” Becca spotted the King. He and the remaining soldiers were near. The wizards had retreated behind the ruin. “Uncle will have a plan, Shamus. We need to join the King.”

When they reached the rear of the King’s remaining company, Becca could see that the Captain’s company had the same kind of trouble as the King did. She stared. “Shamus, there aren’t as many robots here. I know I saw two companies of them march around the ruin.”

“The leprechauns made them disappear. We have that much magic at least. The problem is that they’re so large, it’s hard to do. Like you, Miss Becca, magic drains our strength.”

As the two of them watched, they saw the Commander’s company working its way toward the King. The wizards were nowhere in sight. The fighting was difficult. This part of the terrain was overgrown with trees and thickets. Becca watched as many a leprechaun soldier tripped over a bush as he tried to fight. The robots also found the terrain tough going. “Look, Shamus!” She pointed. “The robots are having a hard time moving along the uneven land.”

“Good eye, Miss Becca.” He left her alone and rode up to the last line of fighters, pointing at the robots and waving his hands. In a moment, the leprechauns surged forward, swarming a robot and tricking it into tripping over fallen pieces of castle, bushes, and downed trees. Shamus returned to Becca. “That helped.” He wiped his face with a handkerchief. The early summer sun was beating down on the fight, making it hot. He drank a swallow of water. “Are you recovered, Miss Becca?”

Becca felt light-headed and too hot. What she wanted was to lie down and take a nap. “I think so, Shamus. Look, the companies have joined, now they can eliminate the robots.”

They saw the King directing the soldiers as the Captain and the Commander’s companies merged. They were nearly in battle order when the wizards appeared around the ruin from the direction the Commander had come. This time, they all had staffs.

“We were afraid of that.” Shamus reined in his excited horse. “If they all have staffs, they must all have magic.” They heard the King’s signaler blow the horn blast for retreat. “We’re going back to the meadow, Becca, where there’s room to fight.” They wheeled their horses around and raced back to the meadow where they’d started.

The King stayed in the rear guard and Becca saw him fighting off the remaining robots so that his soldiers would have time to get to the meadow. The soldiers raced past the fallen robots and their friends who lay wounded on the field. There was no time now to provide aid.

The leprechaun army formed up at the far end of the meadow, where they had descended the hillside behind them earlier in the day. There were only half the soldiers forming up compared to how many they had started the day with. Becca and Shamus joined the King when he arrived. She asked, “Can you make the wizards disappear, like the robots?”

The King shook his head. “Not living beings, no. More’s the pity.” They watched the robots form lines in two groups, one group on each side of the wizards. The wizards began to pound their staffs on the ground.

“What are they doing?” Becca had to sharply rein in her pony. It began to rear and squeal.

Shamus was having the same problem with his horse. “I don’t know, but the horses don’t like it.”

Soon the leprechauns could hear the pounding, a low rumble at first, then growing louder until it sounded like thunder. The companies grew uneasy. Then the ground began to shake.

“Earthquake!” Becca screamed. Her pony reared and whinnied.

“Charge!” The King waved his sword over his head and pointed it forward. The soldiers charged. Before they had gone fifty feet, the ground opened up in great yawning cracks. Several of the leprechauns fell in, screaming. The sky grew dark and lightning began to strike randomly among the charging soldiers.

Shamus held Becca at the rear of the charge. “Can you do something?” He had to yell to be heard over the quaking and lightning and now, a torrential rain.

Becca had nothing. She’d only studied for a month. There was no way for her to counter the magic of one hundred well-trained wizards. It was all lost; her uncle was going to win and conquer the leprechauns. Tears began to fall, mixing with the stinging, cold rain.

 

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Lost Rainbows

To be continued…

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Monday Blog Post: Updates for May

Bird, Rufous-sided Towhee, Randy Cockrell

Rufous-sided Towhee by Randy Cockrell

This month’s challenge is called May Story A Day, May SAD and I committed to write 10 stories for the month and actually shoot for 12. As of the 16th, I have 6 stories written, 5 flashes and a short story. In my other writing group I’m in a 5 minutes per day writing challenge. I’m supposed to write at least 5 minutes per day. I’m keeping up with the 5 minutes of writing per day pretty well. I have missed a day or two but I’ve been diligent about putting something on the screen every day.

Our illness appears to be over. There is still some coughing but we felt well enough to go hiking last Tuesday. Probably not our best move. We hadn’t fully recovered yet and the hike wiped us both out. We’ll be better on this Tuesday, really, we will.

Last week I mentioned that I’ve upgraded my newsletter. I’m also upgrading my website. I now have a basic site up and running at www.conniesrandomthoughts.com. Notice there is no more wordpress in the URL. I’ll be closing down www.conniesrandomthoughts.wordpress.com. Go check up the new site and follow that before you lose out on weekly stories and my writing updates!

I have finished content editing Eavesdroppers  but the problem is the story ended up 600 words too long. I’ve been cutting words without cutting the changes however I still have 150 or so words to go. The editors at Silver Jay Media have offered to help me with it and I think I will. Then I’ll go to the line edits.

The Payson Book Festival is now hot and heavy into finalizing author lists and starting up the production of a print program for the event. We have so many great authors, sponsors, and vendors; we hope to get a great program that attendees will treasure for a long time to come. Want to help the book festival this year? Buy an ad! Mark your calendar to come to Payson for July 25th to meet us. We’d love to chat with you.

Today’s picture is a rufous-sided towhee sitting on top of the metal hook that holds the hummingbird feeder. A handsome bird.

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Merry-Go-Round Blog Tour: May – In Memoriam or My Favorite Books

Books, Connie Cockrell

Books by Connie Cockrell

I was a pre-teen when I discovered science fiction. I was a reader before then and not the easy stuff either. I read Gone With the Wind when I was twelve. I wonder now what the librarian who checked out the book for me thought but she never said a word about the appropriateness of that title for a 12-year-old.

My first SciFi authors? E.E. “Doc” Smith, Robert Heinlein, Issac Asimov, and Arthur C. Clarke, all sadly gone now. No one told me that those books were for boys. I read through them avidly and reread them over and over. If you haven’t read Doc Smith’s the Lensman, it can be kind of dated but the last book in the series really shows women in a strong light and the ultimate conclusion must have been controversial at the time. Probably still is. No spoilers, read the series.

Then I found Andre Norton and Anne McCaffrey and Mercedes Lackey, who is thankfully still with us. As a retired USAF Master Sergeant, military SciFi really appeals to me and Elizabeth Moon’s books are a delight to read as are C.J. Cherryh’s. You can tell from the author list that I’m as comfortable with the hard SciFi as with the softer SciFi and fantasy. I love them all.

But it’s not just SciFi, mystery is also a favorite. Who hasn’t read Miss Marple by Agatha Christie, or Ellery Queen or Dashielle Hammett or Raymond Chandler, even Issac Asimov wrote mysteries. Modern mystery authors range from Dan Brown and Steven King to Mary Higgins Clark and Robin Cook. So many delicious tales from cosy’s to hard-boiled detective stories.

There are so many books out there and really, so very little time. I hope I’ve mentioned an author or a book that piques your interest. Go to your library and pick up something you haven’t tried before. I think you’ll like it.

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The Merry-Go-Round Blog Tour is sponsored by the website Forward Motion (http://www.fmwriters.com). The tour is you, the reader, travelling the world from author’s blog to author’s blog. There are all sorts of writers at all stages in their writing career, so there’s always something new and different to enjoy. If you want to get to know the nearly twenty other writers check out the rest of the tour at http://merrygoroundtour.blogspot.com!  Up next: Jean Schara

Friday Flash Fiction Post: Binary Hands

Borg, Lanasy

borg by Lanasy via DeviantArt.com

The bandages were removed, one pass at a time, the nurse rolling them up as she went. When she finished, she held a ball the size of a fist and Robbi’s hands were revealed.

“Hmm,” the doctor took each of Robbi’s hands in turn, inspecting the index finger on each. “The skin has healed nicely, just a little redness there,” he looked Robbi in the eyes. “That will clear up in another day or so.”

Robbi looked with the Doctor. He’d wanted this operation, the first of its kind. It would make him one of the best computer jocks in the world. His right index finger had a jack on the end. He would be able to jack into the access port of any modern computer and be able to interface directly, machine to brain. The left index finger had an access port. Others, once they decided to join him, would be able to interface with him, directly, brain to brain. Of course standard portable data devices could also plug in, giving him rapid access to that data as well. Both fingers were the last of several operations.

“Let’s give it a try, shall we?” The doctor handed Robbi an electronic pad. It had full WiFi access and if Robbi’s multiple operations on brain and body worked, he’d be the first to surf the web through his brain.

“Wait,” Robbi’s mother, Doris, held her hand over the pad. “Are you sure? You don’t know what this amount of data will do to your mind.”

“I’ve got this,” Robbi grinned at his mother. As an eighteen year old, he had full adult rights. He’d made the decision for himself. “I’ll be fine.” He poked his still sore right index finger into the data port on the pad and held his breath.

“Anything?” the doctor asked.

“A little tickle in the back of my mind. I expected…,” with that his eyes rolled back into his head and his entire body went into a spasm.

The doctor yanked Robbi’s finger from the data port.

“What’s wrong?” Doris cried out.

Nurses surrounded the young man, stiff on the bed. The doctor jerked his head at the mother. “Take her out.”

Two nurses ushered her out of the room. She was yelling. “I told you this was a bad idea. I’m suing you and the hospital. Robbi!!” The door closed behind her and her wailing was silenced.

A crash cart was brought in, an oxygen mask placed on his face. Varying amounts of stimulant were administered. Robbi’s eyes closed and his body relaxed but he didn’t regain consciousness. After six months, he was put into a hospital that cared for the comatose.

Doris, went home but she visited him every Thursday, the day he’d become a vegetable. That was her name for it. The doctors and the hospital gave it some fancy name but she knew her son was gone. Doris went on to sue the Doctors and the Hospital. The courts agreed that it was human experimentation despite the fact that Robbi had signed all of the required waivers. On visiting day she read to him from the most recent computer news. Three years later she was finishing an article on artificial intelligence. “I don’t know, Robbie,” she said as she closed the file on her pad. “Sounds a little scary, machines having a mind of their own.”

The speaker next to the bed, connected to his vital signs monitor, gave a sonic flutter. She got up to look at the speaker and the monitor, she saw nothing. Doris sat back down. “Your sister is going to get married. You remember I told you about Ernst, the young man Tonya met in Norway on her internship at the International Space Agency. Anyway, it’s…,” The speaker fluttered again.

Her gaze went to the monitors. Was that a bit of a change on the brain activity? “Robbi, can you hear me?”

The speaker fluttered again. Almost a laugh, Doris thought. Her heart rate sped up. “Nurse,” she called out. “Nurse!”

The floor nurse walked in. “Yes, Doris. What is it?”

“I think Robbi is waking up. Look,” she pointed at the monitor. “His brain function is changed.”

The nurse looked at the monitor while she checked his pulse. “Hmm, it’s within normal variation for someone in his condition.” As she put his hand back on the bed the speaker made a sound much like air being released from a balloon. She stared at the monitor, then at Robbi.

“I told you.” Doris grabbed Robbi’s hand on the other side of the bed. “Talk to me, son. Wake up!”

The speaker chattered, then sputtered, making every sound the speaker was capable of. The nurse rushed out of the room. Half an hour later, the unit’s doctor was in the room. He listened then told the nurse, “Call his doctors.” She rushed off.

“What is it?” Tears streamed down her face.

“Let’s wait and see.”

Six months later, Robbi was sitting up in bed, pad on his lap, finger connected to the data port.

Bigger, better speakers were mounted on the corners of the hospital room. A dozen monitors were mounted on the wall in front of his bed, all of them playing something different. He spoke to his mother. “Sorry, mom. It just took me some time to get a handle on everything.”

She smiled at him. “You scared me, son. When can you come home?”

“I need some time for physical therapy but I should be at Tonya’s wedding.”

She patted his arm. “You’re a good boy but what will you do now?”

“Mom,” he laughed. “I’m working for over a dozen companies. Money will never be a problem. And I’m in the books as the first ever human-computer interface.” He leaned over to kiss her on the forehead. “Thanks for your support.”

She smiled, trying not to notice all the wires coming out of his head. “That’s good, son. That’s good.”

 

The End

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Serial: Lost Rainbows Chapter 13 – The Battle Begins

 

Lost Rainbows by Connie Cockrell

Lost Rainbows by Connie Cockrell

Chapter Thirteen – The Battle Begins (Lost Rainbows – Serial)

By Connie Cockrell

Shamus O’Malley is on a quest to recover the Leprechaun Kingdom’s magic rainbows and gold before the rainbows are lost forever. To do so he must travel to the new world where he finds the evil wizard, David Bannon, intent on using the magic from the rainbows and the gold to conquer the Leprechaun Kingdom. He also finds an ally, Becca Bannon, the wizard’s niece. Can Becca and Shamus recover the rainbows and gold and defeat her wizard uncle?

This entry is part 13 of 16 in the series Lost Rainbows

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The Battle Begins

The soldiers rode off, the Captain of the Guard to lead his company to the right and the Commander to lead his company to the left. The last company remained with the King, Shamus and Becca.

Becca leaned over to pat her pony on the neck. She hoped her uncle would retreat, but she didn’t think he would.

The company with the King, in the center front line, broke from their cover and rode down the hill. Shamus and Becca were at the rear. Becca was near enough to use what magic she had but was as safe as being on a battle-ground could be.

As they charged down the hill, an alarm sounded from the ruins. From two directions, men in long robes exited the ruins, flanking the mechanical men on either side of the formation. One man lifted the tent door drape and strode with purpose out of the tent. He marched to the front of the mechanical men and waited. He wore a sword belted to his right hip and in his left hand he carried a staff.

Shamus recognized the staff from his last encounter with the wizard.

“Is that your uncle?” he asked Becca as they rode forward.

“There’s a lot of dust, but yes, that looks like Uncle David.”

“The other wizards, do they look like him?”

Becca shaded her eyes and stood up in the stirrups to get a better look. She sank back into the saddle. “Yes. They look like clones of my uncle.”

“Clones?”

“Yes, copies of a living creature.” She sighed. “I don’t know how he did that.”

Shamus nodded. He and the King, with the Commander and the Captain, had been planning for a month. He hoped the–he wrestled with the new word for a moment, clones–didn’t have the power the original wizard possessed.

The King rode to within two hundred yards of the wizard and held up his hand for the company to halt.

“Wizard Bannon,” the King called out across the meadow. “I’m King Mac Shadenan, King of the Leprechauns. Return to your own land.”

The wizard laughed. “I will not. I will claim this land for my own and recover my kidnapped niece!”

“The girl came with my representative willingly, wizard. We do not kidnap children.”

“You’re a thief, King. You stole my gold and rainbows.”

“I recovered what was rightfully mine, wizard. Return to your home.”

Bannon waved his staff, and the mechanical men’s eyes all began to glow red. “No matter, King. Soon, the whole land will be mine.” He pounded the staff on the ground. The mechanical men began to march forward.  The wizard hurried back to his tent where the clones surrounded him.

Shamus frowned. “We cannot tell which of them is the true wizard,” he told Becca. “He will be hard to stop.”

“What about the robots?” Becca had to be firm with her pony to stop him from marching forward with the rest of the company.

Shamus stared at her.

“The mechanical men. Another name for them is robot.”

“Ah,” he shook his head. “With luck, the company will be able to knock them down.”

As they watched, two companies of robots marched forward, toward the King. The other four companies of robots turned around, split in half and began to march in opposite directions around the ruin.

“They are preparing to meet our other companies.”

“Uncle studies battles,” Becca told him. “He understands troop movements.”

Shamus sighed. He hoped the King’s plan would work.

The King rode forward, a mounted bodyguard on each side of him. Right behind the King was the standard-bearer. The King’s standard, a triangular pennant, bore a bow crossed over a pot of gold with a rainbow over all on a background of clover green. It snapped in the breeze of the noon day and the ride into battle.

Becca listened to the horses neighing with excitement. The leprechauns were chanting and pounding their swords on their shields. Dust rose from the company and drifted to the east blurring her vision of the mass of wizards behind the robots.

Her mouth grew drier as the two forces marched toward each other, the tension drawn tight as she waited for the groups to clash. What would Uncle do?

It seemed like it took forever for the leprechauns and the robots to meet. At the first clank of sword on metal, the whole thing went too fast to see. Leprechauns and horses screamed. Metal screeched. She could see dust rising from two locations behind the castle ruin. The other companies of leprechauns must have also begun battle.

“Look.” Shamus pointed at the clones. “There’s the staff in the middle.”

Shamus was right. Becca could see her uncle’s staff raised high. She saw a flash at the top of the staff and the robots began to get larger. “Oh no,” she whispered as the robots towered to twice the height of the leprechauns. “Shamus, their chests are out of reach!”

Shamus led her pony with him toward the rear of the leprechaun company. “What other powers did you learn?” he yelled over the sound of the clash in front of them. “What can you do to help?”

Fear of the fight wiped her mind blank. Think, she scolded herself. Do something! “I was able to make a breeze. I could make fire. I did lighting once.” Her eyes were wide as she focused on the fight in front of her. Only a few of the robots were down. She could see many of the leprechauns were on the ground, legs or arms broken and screaming in pain. “Lightning. The robots work on electrical power. Maybe I can overload their circuits.”

Shamus drew his sword. She could see from the look on his face that he didn’t understand what she’d said. He asked, “How close do you need to be?”

“Close! But what about the soldiers?”

Shamus grabbed the pony’s reins. “I don’t know. Do what you can. I’ll control the pony.”

 

~~~~~

 

Lost Rainbows

To be continued…

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May Story A Day 2015

Mom, Daughter, Me, Randy Cockrell

Mom, Daughter, Me by Randy Cockrell

This month’s challenge is called May Story A Day, May SAD. I do not try to write a story a day. But I do commit to 10 stories for the month and actually shoot for 12. It’s a good number since my general routine is for 4 flashes per month. It gives me something to polish up and send out to contests and magazines. As of the 9th, I have 4 stories written, 3 flashes and a short story. In my other writing group I’m in a 5 minutes per day writing challenge. I’m supposed to write at least 5 minutes per day. These two challenges work really well together because when I sit down to write, once started, I don’t stop until I have some sort of story or a good story start. A couple of the flashes have already appeared on the Friday Flash posts.

So last week I mentioned that I had been diagnosed with bronchitis and hubby had a bad cold. Update. I’m still coughing though all my meds have been done for nearly a week. Hubby is coughing up phlegm.  Yep. We are not a pretty couple right now but we are getting better.

I spent some time over last week updating the look of my newsletter. If you’re interested, click here to sign up for my newsletter. I make special offers to my newsletter people that I do not make on the website.

No gardening this last week. I feel guilty about not getting the peas and beans planted. We did get some rain, unusual for this area, over the weekend. Maybe it’s the bronchitis recovery. I just haven’t been in the gardening mood.

I finished my 2nd round of edits on Mystery at the Fair and on Sunday sent it off to the editors. This is the first time I’ve shared a first book of a series with them. I’m asking for extra heavy content editing. It would seem if I’m going to have editors, I should use them to full advantage to kick a new series off right. I am content editing Eavesdroppers right now. The editors sent me back a good content edit and I’ve been doing fixes. Problem is the story ended up 600 words too long. I’m now trying to cut words without cutting the changes. When I finally get done with the cutting, I’ll send it back to them for line editing.

The Payson Book Festival continues to look for Sponsorship support. I purchased a $25 business card sized ad to go in the program. Quarter page ads are also available. Want to help the book festival this year? Buy an ad! Mark your calendar to come to Payson for July 25th to meet us. We’d love to chat with you.

Today’s picture is of me, my mom and my daughter. Daughter came to visit us on Saturday as a Mother’s Day visit. I hope all of you had a great Mother’s Day with your families.

Thanks for stopping by my blog today.

Lost Rainbows released January 25th! I’m pretty excited about it. You can buy it and my other books at: Apple, Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Kobo, or Smashwords today!

Flash Fiction Friday Post: Book Child

Purple, Dragon, Incarnum Dragon, Ironshod

Incarnum Dragon by Ironshod via http://www.DeviantArt.com

“She’s doing it again,” Marcus complained to his father.

“Doing what?” Earl Stapp was watching football, beer in hand. He didn’t take his eyes off of the TV.

“Reading.”

Earl snapped, “So what?” The quarterback threw the ball, it spiraled down field to an interception. “Damn!” He took a long pull on his beer.

“Dad!”

The game went to commercial, Earl looked at his son. “Go get me the bag of orange puffs. Make yourself useful.”

Marcus huffed. His father made a move to get up. Marcus hurried to the kitchen.

He handed his father the half bag of puffs and went back to his room, passing his sister’s room. His sister, Ruth, was lying on the floor, her feet up in the air on the bed and her head resting on a stuffed dragon. On the bed, a similar looking dragon opened one eye. It stared at him. Marcus hurried past.

How does she do that? He wondered as he shut his bedroom door. Once a whole parade of tiny dwarves came into his room. Now he kept his door shut. His parents didn’t believe him. Marcus threw himself on his bed. No matter what she was reading, some version of it came to life and prowled around her room or the hallway. Why his parents never saw these things was a mystery.

He rolled out of bed and pounded on the adjoining wall. “Wake up, Ruth! There’s a dragon on your bed!”

Marcus put his ear to the wall. He couldn’t hear anything. “Ruth!”

A few seconds later, she knocked on his door. “What?” she said when he opened it. He checked the hall for the purple dragon. Nothing.

“You had a dragon sleeping on your bed. It looked at me.” He let her in.

“He won’t hurt you.” Ruth leaned against his dresser. “You’re still mad about the dwarves. They just wanted your legos to build a castle.”

Marcus rolled his eyes. “You don’t get it. No one else can make story people come to life. How do you do it?”

She shrugged. “I don’t know. They just seem real to me, is all.” Ruth looked at him, her head tilted. “How come you can see them? Mom and Dad can’t.”

He stopped, mouth open. “I don’t know.”

“Maybe you can make stories come to life too.” She went to his desk and picked out a book. “You really like this one. Try it.”

Marcus did like that book. It was about a boy, Tony, on a quest to find his father. He’d read that book at least ten times. “What do you do?” He took the book from her hand and sat on the carpet, back against the foot board of his bed.

She dropped down beside him. “I focus on the story. I think about the characters until I can see them in my head. Then, everything they do in the story, I can really see.”

“Hmm.” It sounded kind of vague to him. “I’ll try.” He flipped to his favorite part. Tony was on horseback, riding through a forest. He was about to meet a wizard and change Tony’s whole quest. Marcus began to read, doing his best to really visualize what Tony looked like, the dirt, the greasy hair, the smell of the horse. He concentrated, forgetting that Ruth was right next to him.

Ruth whispered, “Marcus.”

Marcus was well into the story, she had to whisper his name three times. “Marcus, you did it.”

“Hmm?” He looked up, tearing his eyes from the pages. “What?”

She pointed.

In front of them, in miniature, Tony was sitting astride a roan horse with black mane and tail, trotting around the carpet. Tony waved.

Marcus waved back. “Hi, I love your story.”

“Thanks,” Tony yelled back.

Ruth grinned. “See. You can do it too.”

Marcus grinned back. “How do I put him back?”

“Just stop thinking about him.”

Marcus nodded and turned to Tony and the horse. “Sending you back. Bye.” He waved. Tony and the horse disappeared. “That was so cool!”

“We can’t tell Mom and Dad, Marcus. They’ll think we’re crazy.”

He closed the book. “OK, but what about our friends? Do you think they could do this?”

Ruth got up. “Maybe, if they’re readers and can get lost in a story. But you’d have to be careful. If they can’t see your creatures, they probably can’t. You don’t want them to spread rumors.”

“I hear ya.” Marcus got up and put the book back on his desk. “This is going to be fun.”

They turned at a knock on his door. “Your father said Ruth was doing something.” Ann Stapp leaned against the door frame. “What’s going on?”

“Nothing,” Marcus said. “Ann was helping with a book.”

Ann stood up, an eyebrow raised.

“OK then. Dinner in an hour you two.”

“Sure Mom,” he answered.

“OK,” Ruth said.

Their mother left.

The two children laughed and high fived each other.

 

 

The End

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