This is my first blog post in a while, but also this is my first (not so) short story. I didn’t plan it to be so long, but some things happened… and then editing took even more time.
Special thanks to Dana for helping me edit this story, and probably making it so much better, and thanks to Alicia for the conversation that inspired this writing.
I hope you enjoy reading this story even more than I enjoyed writing it. This story is actually fan-fiction, with big parts inspired by Lewis Carol, Steven Brust and Roger Zelazny. If you like my style even a little bit, try them. Try them anyway, actually, since they are way better than me.
Snow Journey
I wanted to build a snowman with my lover.
I know this doesn’t sound like a very big deal, but it is.
I have rarely seen snow in my life. I traveled around the world, and I never had any luck; it seemed like good weather follows me everywhere I go. I visited Amsterdam in November, and it was sunny. Stockholm in February was also sunny; Manchester in January was the same. (To be honest, it rained a bit in Manchester but it was sunny). The one time I have seen snow was on a vacation to Toronto in February a couple of years ago, but, once again, it was sunny when I arrived and the snow melted quickly…
Since it seemed that I will never build a snowman, I did the best next thing; I complained about it to a friend.
“You need to see the shaman!” he said.
I looked at him confused. “Sorry, I think you just said ‘shaman.’”
“Yes, you remember Storm? We drank with her couple of times.”
“Is that even her real name? She was awfully hipster.”
He laughed. “She’ll help you, man. Get her number and call her tomorrow…just not too early.”
I complained more about the perfect weather, hipsters, shamans, and other things that are worth complaining about (complaining is a basic human right after all) and then I called it a night…
The next afternoon (it was nice and sunny like it always is), I went to Storm’s building. It was an old soviet style apartment building with grey cement and depressingly uniform, small windows. Her apartment was on the second floor. When I went inside, I found a dark hallway with a flickering, fluorescent light to set the mood. I found the door with number seven on it, between apartment number six and apartment number thirteen, and knocked twice.
Storm opened the door. I was wrong; she wasn’t just hipster, she was the manifestation of hipster. She wore big glasses, and her hair was shaved on one side and dyed purple on the other. She also had colorful feather earrings reaching all the way down to her shoulders, and was wearing a US army jacket that looked old enough to have served in Korea… you get the drill.
“Hey I’m…” I started to say, but Storm cut me off. “I know, I understand you have a weather problem,” she said sternly. “I’m gonna give you instructions for a snow dance. It should not be too hard.”
I managed to hold in my laughter. The idea of a snow dance sounded ridiculous. I had no idea why I was really there except that my friend convinced me, but at the moment it seemed like the only thing that might take me in the right direction.
I stepped into Storm’s apartment, and surprise, surprise, it was hipster too. I’m not even going to start describing it. I’ll just say she had a vinyl album collection and an Apple computer on the desk. I hate hipsters.
We made our way to the couch and Storm started looking at me in a peculiar way. Then she asked me to take my glasses off, and open my eyes wide. I didn’t see the point of arguing. Storm looked into my eyes and said, “Interesting.” Then she stared into my eyes a bit more.
Then she asked for my hand. I refused to marry her. She didn’t think I was funny, but I counted it as a point for me. I finally gave her my hand, palm facing up. She pricked my finger and collected the blood before I could even react. I didn’t even see where she got the needle from. She must have really not found me funny.
“WHAT THE FUCK?” I shouted.
She gave me a smug smile (she must have thought it was funny) and said, “It’s a bit more complicated than what I thought, but that’s all the sacrifice we need from you. Go get some cigars and whiskey, and will figure this out.”
This time I did not see a reason to argue, so I went to the store.
I returned a couple of hours later with a bottle of Jameson and some Cuban cigars. I realized that the mood in Storm’s apartment had changed completely; it went from hipster to… hippy. It was dark, and some weird ambience music was playing. I could smell incense and the air was a bit smoky. The walls were covered in colorful rags. Someone had moved the table and couches out of the living room and there was Storm in the middle, painting strange symbols on the floor. I watched her for some minutes, and finally, she looked up at me and said, “You’re back just in time. Give me the cigars and the whiskey.” I handed them to her as she stood up.
Then she asked me. “Do you have a favorite deity?”
“What? I’m an atheist,” I said.
You’d figure I’d be expecting the crazy talk by then but you never really get used to it.
She kept pushing.
“It’s always wise to ask some god or goddess for assistance and protection before a journey like that.”
“Well…I’ve always liked Yemanja. She’s the Cuban…” Storm interrupted me again (I was starting to feel that she was really rude). “–I know who she is,” she said, “Spill the whiskey on the floor, and light the cigar. When you’re done, eat this.” She handed me a little piece of yellow cake.
I did what she said and I was glad that I didn’t buy a very expensive whiskey (I hate wasting a good drink). I smoked couple of puffs of a cigar. Then, Storm took the cigar from me and told me to eat the cake.
I inspected the cake. It seemed harmless; although its bright yellow color was a tad suspicious, it was mostly cake-like. It didn’t taste very much like cake though. It was sweet but disgusting, like a used gym sock dipped in honey. I really didn’t want to know what was in it, but I swallowed it anyway. Maybe I was getting used to crazy by then…
Suddenly, Storm started chanting in some intangible language. The room filled with dark smoke, and my eyelids felt heavy… the last thing I remember is the sensation of falling.
I opened my eyes. The sky was an intense blue. The feeling started to slowly come back to my body. I was lying on what felt like grass. I moved my fingers and my toes. I felt pretty fine, and then I felt a strange breeze. I could tell that I was outside, but there was a breeze tickling areas of the body that shouldn’t feel breeze.
I stood up. Sometimes you only feel fine until you stand up, but except for a short spell of dizziness from standing up too quickly, it seemed like I was okay. I was butt-naked except I was wearing my socks. I was in a middle of a big patch of grass. Looking around, I noticed there was a black puma duffel bag that looked exactly like the one I have at home lying next to me, and a forest in the distance in front of me. I felt a little exposed, and the bag looked too familiar for it to be a coincidence. I opened it. Inside there were some clothes, and a note:
This bag was prepared especially for you, milord. Go south to the palace.
Perfect, I thought to myself. I am a city boy and I can’t follow directions like that.
You would expect someone who tells you to go south to leave a compass, but the person who prepared the bag wasn’t that thoughtful.
I carefully unfolded the clothes in the bag. There were a pair of black…for lack of a better word, I will call them “trousers,” and a silver long-sleeved tunic. I put these on and I looked like someone who had just walked off the set of a medieval movie. Even though I knew a couple of girls who would have probably loved this style on me, I felt ridiculous. I looked into the bag again, and there was a pair of black boots, which I put on, and a pair of silver gloves and a black cloak with a big sun with a crown on it (I did not wear that). I didn’t like whoever prepared these clothes especially for me; I’m sure they hated me and wanted to play a cruel joke.
The sun was high in the sky, and I decided to walk in the opposite direction of the forest because everyone knows nothing good ever happens in forests. As I walked, I slowly noticed that I was going uphill. The scenery got very mountainous; all around me there were big rocks with a few pathetic trees sprinkled in occasionally. The walking was annoying, but at least I wasn’t in a forest.
I walked some more and then I heard it, or better yet, I felt it. Inside my head, there was a voice saying, “Duck!” I don’t usually argue with the voices in my head so I ducked, which was a good idea because what seemed to be a big rock flew into the space I had recently occupied. I looked behind me and there it was; the ugliest thing I’ve ever seen. It had it all; jaws that bite, claws that catch, two big wings that kept it flying ungracefully, a long reptilian neck, and what looked like two long, thin tentacles popping straight up from its head. It seems like a good idea to run.
I started running and then I heard a voice my head again. “Follow me,” it said, and a smaller flying reptile appeared in front of me, flying furiously into the distance. I thought, “Is this thing telling me to follow it?” and immediately heard a response, “Yes, boss, just keep running.” I decided to follow it. I figured that if it was the thing that told me to duck, it probably saved me once already.
I don’t remember much from the run. I was too concentrated on following the small flying reptile, getting away from the bigger one, and not stumbling on rocks. I was too busy to notice the time, but we must have run for a while when I suddenly felt dizzy from the adrenaline leaving my body. I tripped, hit my head, and got even dizzier. “You’re great at this! Just wait here,” the strange voice said. The last thing I thought before my lights went out was, “That’s exactly what I need, a sarcastic flying lizard.”
I woke up to a wet feeling in my ear. When I carefully opened my eyes, I heard, “Finally, you’re up!” I vowed to never wake up in an unknown place again. My new friend was standing on my shoulder and licking my ear. I was in the corner of a dark, stingy bar. On the other side of the bar, an old man in a black top hat was having a conversation with what seemed to be a human-sized hare dressed in red and wearing a few pieces of straw on his head. In between these two characters slept a dormouse and they used it as a cushion. It was peculiar but since I still felt disoriented and pretty sure that a flying lizard just saved my life, I decided not to comment on it. All in all, they seemed to be enjoying their tea and I’m not the type to comment on others’ behaviors (with the exception of hipsters, of course).
“Who are you?” I thought, hoping that my new friend will hear me.
“My name is Brundle, boss,” I heard inside my head.
“My name is –”.
“–I already know,” the creature interrupted.
“How?”
“I’m not sure actually… all I remember is flying over the sea today, and suddenly, I felt the need to find you and help you build a sneeuwpop. I don’t even know what a sneeuwpop is!”
“Ohh…anything else?”
“No, this is all I remember. Do you know what a sneeuwpop is?”
“Yes.”
“What is – ohh, we have company.”
Suddenly, I noticed that there were two beer mugs on the table in front of me and a cat was sitting across of me. The cat smiled at me (it was weird because it was the first time I noticed that cats can smile).
“Kitty cat…” I began, rather timidly, as I did not know if it would like the name. The cat only grinned wider. It seemed like a promising start so I went on.
“Would you please tell me where I am? And what should I do?”
“That depends a good deal on what you want to do,” said the cat.
It’s like everyone I meet is a smart ass.
“I’m not really sure what I am doing here,” I said.
“Then it doesn’t matter what you do,” said the cat.
I don’t know why I expected him to be helpful.
“Tell him about the sneeuwpop,” Brundle urged.
“I think I’m here to find out how to build a snowman,” I tried.
“That shouldn’t be a problem. You just need some snow, make three snowballs, and then stack the balls on top of each other. Of course, you also need a carrot and some twigs.” The cat looked very happy with himself.
Yes, everyone I meet here is a smart ass.
“I know, but–”
“–But of course, you are in the wrong place for that. These are the lands of the sun god; you might want to talk to him.”
“Where should I go to meet him?”
“Leave the bar and go that way,” the cat said as he waved his right paw. Then he chugged one of the beers and vanished.
Maybe everyone here is just mad.
“A snowman? Really? That is what I’m helping you with?” Brundle exclaimed in anger.
“Are you surprised? Did you think you were doing something important?”
But no response came. I downed some of the beer in front of me, and stood up to leave the bar.
When I made it to the door, a floating smile appeared in front of me and said, in the cat’s voice, “Are you not going to pay?”
“I don’t have money,” I replied.
“Typical human,” the smile said, and slowly the cat’s body appeared around the smile, beginning with his head and ending with the tip of his tail. It was carrying a sword that looked as if it were made of moth wings and folded moonlight.
“You will need this for the Jabberwocky,” it said while handing it to me. I took the sword out of its paws. Then a paw vanished for a moment and reappeared with a piece of paper. The cat said, “You have to sign this whenever you take the Vorpal sword. Usually there’s a deposit, but we will waive it for you.”
“Thanks,” I said hesitantly. I signed the form and headed out of the bar.
As I walked in the direction he indicated, Brundle said, “He vanished again… only the smile is watching us walking away. It makes me nervous.”
“You have to return it intact!” the smile cried after us.
I quickly realized that the direction the cat pointed me was towards a forest. Nothing good ever happens in forests, and from what I understood, it was the home of a Jabberwocky. Why would the sun god live in the wonderland?
I found a narrow path that looked as if animals made it. The forest was growing darker, and I kept the Vorpal sword hanging from a loop in my belt. I was beginning to gain a bit of appreciation for the fashion-sense of the guy who chose the clothes I was wearing. The sword was hanging in a way that was comfortable to walk.
It looked like it was late in the afternoon, maybe four or five, and suddenly, strange noises surrounded me. It probably was slithy toves gyraing and gimbleing, borogoves being mimsy or mome raths outgrabeing… whatever that means. Then I saw it.
It was even uglier now that I had time to take a good look at it; besides the claws that claw and the jaws that bite, it also only had four big teeth in its mouth, two tendons growing from the top of its head and two tendons growing from its chin, a long, slim neck leading to a big, round body covered in scales, two wings that didn’t look like they should be able to carry the weight of the thing, and a long snake-like tail.
It lifted its head to take a look at me. I held the Vorpal sword in front of me. It was slightly glowing, and for some reason it looked way more vicious (or maybe I felt like that because of the way the Jabberwocky reacted to it). The Jabberwocky looked scared and angry, as if the sword assaulted its senses in some way. It kept trying to look at me without looking at the sword, which was kind of hard since I was holding the sword between us.
“What now, boss?” Brundle asked in my mind.
“I don’t know. You got any ideas?”
“The sword scares it; we should use that.”
“Shame I don’t actually know how to use a sword. I guess I will improvise.”
“This is exactly what I wanted to hear. No sword skills and no plans…are you good for anything?”
“I make a mean shakshouka.”
By the time we had finished our telepathic conversation, the Jabberwocky took flight, and its head was waving back and forth, still trying to avoid looking at the blade and searching for some way to attack me. I felt calm and focused and somehow bloodthirsty. It was surprising as I don’t think I ever felt that before, but in retrospect, it’s probably the right way to feel when going into a fight.
“Try distracting it. I’ll hit it with the sword,” I told Brundle.
Brundle flapped his wings and went flying.
“Remember to use the sharp end,” he said, and he flew into the monster’s face. It was actually an amazingly brave act as the Jabberwocky was many times his size, but I guess Brundle had the maneuvering advantage.
As he caught the attention of the Jabberwocky by flapping around its face, I started sneaking towards it. I saw Brundle manage to get out of range of the Jabberwocky’s jaws at the last minute. When I was close, too close for the Jabberwocky to notice anything but me and the glowing sword, it suddenly looked scared. I don’t think I have ever seen so much fear on any creature’s face before. It looked directly at the sword and it froze for an hour or a moment, and time froze as well.
Without any warning, the creature launched at me, so fast and so slow at the same time; I could see every muscle moving as it dived towards me, its wings flapping furiously. Luckily, I still had enough time to decide to dodge. I tried to roll away but half of my body refused; I ended up staggering to the side with my sword hand stuck straight, pointing the weapon directly towards the monster. I heard a snicker-snack from the Vorpal sword and I felt pain in my right arm, and then numbness. I fell on the ground and was busy trying to breath and not black out. I was getting tired of doing that.
“That was amazing, boss!” I heard Brundle’s voice after what seemed like forever.
“What just happened?”
“You killed it! It charged at you and you dodged to the side. It wasn’t perfect, but the sword cut through it like butter. Your hand looked like it was moving on its own, and just cut its head off.”
“I didn’t even try…and my right arm hurts like hell now”.
“Magical swords, boss, you can never know what they will do. I’m glad you managed to get out of the way. Can you move your fingers?”
I could. I sat there for a while. When I felt like I could walk, I stood up, cleaned the sword on some leaves, and continued walking.
There was a lot of walking happening. I kept walking into the direction the cat pointed us. Brundle alternated between flying around and sitting on my shoulder like a parrot. The forest thinned out slowly. We found a road and followed it for a while. We met some people, and asked for directions. It was getting kind of boring, really…so boring I almost missed getting hit on my head and waking up somewhere interesting…almost.
A sandy beach appeared to my left and sand dunes stretched to the right. Here and there you could see sparse desert vegetation. I could just barely make out five towers on the horizon; I hoped it was the palace of the so called “sun god.” Brundle was flying at the moment, probably looking for something more interesting to do than just trek towards a palace. Don’t you just wish you could fly sometimes? Or at least that you could steal a car? Or a horse (since I didn’t see any cars around there)?
“Something is coming towards us, boss. From the right.”
“Can you describe it?”
“I’m not sure… it’s walking on four legs though.”
I kept walking, and a moment later, Brundle said, “It’s a sphinx and it’s moving quite fast.”
“A sphinx? Brundle, I’ve a feeling we’re not in the Wonderland anymore.” I’m not sure if he got the reference but it made me feel clever.
I didn’t know much about sphinxes, but I knew they liked riddles, and that they eat people who can’t answer their riddles.
The sphinx had a gold-brown lion’s body, large feathered wings folded against it, and a genderless human face. It licked its lips and I could see a set of large, sharp teeth. It was moving quickly towards me. I didn’t feel like I could outrun it, so I stopped and waited.
“Finally! A player!” the sphinx exclaimed.
“What are we playing?” I asked. My hand automatically rested on the hilt of my sword. I didn’t think this was a smart reflex since I don’t know how to use a sword. The sphinx didn’t seem to notice or maybe it just didn’t care.
“Why riddles, of course,” it answered. “It’s my favourite.”
“I think I’ll take a rain check,” I said, and started walking again.
“I must insist.”
I didn’t stop. “I won’t play your game.”
“Then you lose by forfeit,” it said, and I could see its muscles tense. The thing looked ready to jump.
I stopped and said, “Wait, I thought about it, and it sounds fun. Let’s play.”
I’m sure I didn’t sound excited, but the sphinx seemed lacking in the ability to read tone of voice and body language because it smiled and said, “That’s better!”
I stood in front of the sphinx, my back to the palace, and looked at him.
“Are you ready?” asked the sphinx.
“No, but I’m sure that won’t stop you,” I replied.
“You seem to be lacking the proper spirit for this,” it observed. “But here we go: At night I come without being fetched, and by day, I am lost without being stolen.”
A couple of minutes passed, and the sphinx finally said, “Do you have an answer?”
“To what?”
“The riddle, of course!”
“What riddle? You made a series of statements and no question. How can I answer if I don’t know the question?”
“It’s a time honored format. The question is implied. Obviously, the question is ‘What am I’?’”
“It could also be, ’What color is the sun?’ but sure.”
I paused, and said after a few moments, “It’s a star; it comes at night with no one bringing it and it disappears in the morning when the sun comes up.”
“Wrong,” he said, and he smiled in a way that made me feel uncomfortable.
“Wait a second,” I said, “it’s not wrong. It answers the question; it might not be what you’re looking for, but it fits the riddle.”
The sphinx shook its head and said, “I ask the question, and thus, I am the final authority on the answer.”
“That’s cheating!”
“No, it’s not.”
“If I drink half the contents of a glass of water, is it half empty or half full?”
“Either, both.”
“Exactly. If more than one answer fits, you have to the accept them all.”
“I don’t like this approach,” it declared defiantly, “it could open a door to all sorts of ambiguity. It could ruin the riddling business.”
“Not my problem.”
“But you raise an interesting point…”
I nodded my head.
“But there should only be one correct answer.”
“We live in a less than ideal world,” I suggested. “Let’s call it a tie; no one wins, no one loses.”
“I find that aesthetically displeasing. Let’s go with a tie breaker; you ask me a riddle.”
“But I don’t have any riddles.”
“Then you better find one fast, or I will declare you the loser.”
“Ok. Give me a second.”
“What the hell, Brundle! Do you have any ideas?”
“I don’t know, boss. I don’t know any riddles, and I’m not sure we can take him in a fight, especially with your hand like that.”
“Ok…” I thought for a second. “I have an idea. I’ll call it the watermelon gambit. Be ready to distract him in case it fails.”
I looked to the sphinx and said, “Ok, it’s a two part riddle, if that is permitted.”
“I’m not sure this is a proper form for a riddle,” he retorted.
“But it’s only fair! If you guess one answer, we’re tied, and if you guess two, I lose.”
“That does make sense and you have my curiosity. Tell it to me.”
“What is red from the inside, green from the outside, has watermelon seeds, and starts with the letter ‘W’?”
He smiled. “That’s way too easy. It’s a watermelon.”
“Correct. Now for part two! What is red from the inside, green from the outside, has watermelon seeds, and starts with the letter A?”
The sphinx furrowed its brow, and seemed to be thinking deeply.
After couple of minutes, I prodded him. “Well?”
“I’m thinking…”
“Take your time.”
To pass the time, I decided to talk to Brundle, who landed on my shoulder and started thinking about the riddle as well.
“So what do you think?” I asked Brundle.
“When you asked the first part, I wanted to face-palm myself, boss. I really wished I had human hands. But now it seems like a pretty hard riddle.”
“It’s one of my favourites. It’s pretty silly, really.”
“What do you mean ‘silly’? What’s the answer?”
“Let’s wait until the sphinx comes up with something and then I’ll tell you.”
Some more time passed and the sphinx was muttering to itself. “Starts with the letter A…” I was fed up with waiting so I finally said, “I don’t wanna rush you but–”
“—I’m still thinking!” he pleaded.
“Then maybe we should set a time limit.”
“Just a bit more!”
“Ok.”
I sat down, laid down on the sand, and took a short nap. When I woke up, the sun was setting, and the sphinx was still there. It seemed as if it hadn’t move an inch since I had fallen asleep.
“All right,” I said, “you have taken long enough. I need to be moving.”
“I don’t like your riddle,” it said at last.
“Sorry.”
“What’s the answer?”
“Are you giving up?”
“I have to. What is the answer?”
“Ready, Brundle?”
“Sure, boss.”
Loudly and proudly, I stated the answer: “Another watermelon.”
“Really, boss? I can’t believe I trusted you with this!” Brundle said to me at the same time that the sphinx said, “What?!?!”
Its shoulder muscles tensed and its teeth became very apparent.
“It’s ‘Another watermelon.’ This is why it is a two part riddle.”
“This is a bad riddle!” the sphinx said angrily. It crouched down slowly and looked like it was getting ready to pounce again.
“Wait a second!” I said. “Let’s talk about this. Maybe the problem is your perspective. It seems that the riddling business does not fit you well, with all its ambiguities and stupid clients. Why do you do it?”
The sphinx didn’t expect this response and he looked extremely confused. I guess they don’t give a lot of career advice in sphinx high school.
“What do you mean? I’m a sphinx; riddling is what we do.”
“But why let yourself be defined by your species? Isn’t there anything you always wished to do? Travel the world? Be an astronaut? Anything? It seems that many things are more interesting than riddling innocent bystanders.”
The sphinx furrowed his brow again. I was getting used to his thinking face.
“Something else, something else…,” he muttered, “I guess I always wanted to be an actor. I’m great at memorizing lines; they are just like riddles!”
“Great, work on that. And if I meet anyone who is in the business, I’ll put in a good word for you.”
“Thanks,” it said, “you are a good guy.”
“I try,” I said, as I turned around, and kept walking towards the palace, hoping the sphinx would not change its mind.
As I approached the palace, I started making out more of its details. The whole scene reminded me of an orientalist’s dream, like the palace depicted in Disney’s Alladin. (I communicated this thought to Brundle, but he chose to ignore me. He really needs to work on his pop culture references.) First, I noticed the towers; there were five of them, phallic-shaped, and dominating the scenery. They seemed to be made out of white marble that reflected the sun; it was so bright, it was almost blinding to behold. Surrounding them was a big, white retaining wall that was too tall for me to see most of what was behind it. I could just make out the roofs of couple of buildings and a massive, golden dome. The road I was taking led directly to a gold-plated wood gate, decorated with elaborate details of cellestial objects. I couldn’t help but feel like someone was trying to compensate for something.
When I approached the gate, it opened towards me and two men were standing inside. They had beards and long hair, and they were dressed in clothes similar to mine, with a black and yellow color scheme. They had sheaths for the swords they carried and it appeared they did like the medival gloves and cloaks because they actually wore them. For this reason alone, I decided on the spot that I didn’t like them.
One of them smiled and started walking towards me. He was blond, white, and built like a jock from an American high school movie. When he got close to me, he extended his hand for a handshake. I gave him mine and he looked me in the eyes and said, “We welcome you to the sun god palace.”
“Thanks. Can I get an audience with the sun god?” I asked.
(He wouldn’t let go of my hand, which was annoying.)
“Of course. But first, I must say, I like the sword that you are carrying. I would like to formally challenge you to a duel.” He said.
“No, thanks. I don’t really do swords,” I said, trying to retrieve my hand from his death grip.
“Yet you carry a masterful sword. I must insist that you try your skill with it. You have no reason to fear, for we will duel only until first blood is drawn.”
Now that sounded condescending, and to top it all up, he wouldn’t let go of my hand. It seemed like I had judged his character correctly from the beginning. Luckily, he wasn’t holding my left hand. My right hand was still in pain from the earlier Jabberwocky incident and wouldn’t have been much help with what I did next.
I pulled the annoying man towards me with my right hand and aimed an uppercut with the left directly to his chin. His feet collapsed under him. Years of kickboxing finally paid off. Even though my left hand was in pain now as well, at least he finally let go of me.
I looked down at him. He didn’t look like he could do any harm in the foreseeable future, but he did open his eyes just slightly, looked at me, and said in a low, cracking voice, “That wasn’t fair.”
“This is not the Olympic games,” I replied.
“Do you feel like screaming, ‘You got knocked the fuck out’ to the dude’s face?” I thought to Brundle.
His answer wasn’t what I had hoped for.
“The other guy is clapping!” Brundle said with a hint of surprise.
I looked up and I saw him, still standing at the gate, clapping his hands with an amused expression of his face. He looked very different from the other man I had just schooled; this man had black hair, a dark brown beard, and tan skin.
“Bravo! Bravo! He really needed that. He was starting to get arrogant,” the darker man cheered while laughing.
Maybe I was wrong; maybe not all of them are that bad. I grew more dubious of that thought as he continued talking to me.
“I am Prince Simon; that is Prince Adam,” he said, pointing at the fallen prince. “We have been waiting for you. Father is glad that you made it here,” he said.
I felt my blood boiling under my skin. If they knew I was coming, they could have sent someone to guide me (but preferably not the guy I just knocked out). Some help would have been nice. I complained about this to Brundle, and he told me that I should save my whining for the prince. I am not a confrontational person, so of course I voiced my complaint.
When I finished my lament, Prince Simon laughed (which really didn’t improve my mood) and said, “We could have sent someone, but some people wanted to test your abilities. We are impressed with how well you handled the journey…after a rocky start.”
Before I could respond to that, he turned around and walked into the palace grounds, motioning me to follow him. As I passed through the portal, two servants that were waiting just behind the gate rushed to help the knocked-out Prince Adam.
Prince Simon asked if I would like the full tour, or if I wanted to go directly to his father. I opted for the later. We walked towards the grand building with a golden dome, past green gardens with orange trees and apple trees, and past fountains and ponds (which got Brundle asking if they have fish in them- I think he was getting hungry). We entered a gate that had two guards and walked down a long corridor with many doors to each side. Through one open door I could see a big room with a long table and chairs; maybe a conference room. When we almost reached the end of the hallway, we stopped in front of one more set of guards.
The guards told Prince Simon that the king was waiting in the library. Prince Simon led me up some stairs, a small hallway, and another flight of stairs, until we reached a closed door with what seemed to be a bodybuilder in a gold and yellow uniform. He was bald with a face that reminded me of a toad, and he had a long, curly, black mustache.
The Prince said, “Announce us.”
While we waited, Prince Simon gave me a short briefing on his old man. “Apollo, the sun god, is waiting for us inside. Try to be polite when we enter, and don’t, under any circumstances, punch him.”
The guard opened the door and said, “May I present, Prince Simon and Baronet–”
But before he could finish, a loud authoritative voice said, “–I know, I’ve been waiting. Let them in and close the door.”
The library, as expected, was big and full of books. I like books; they make me feel at home. On another occasion, I would probably have spent hours there browsing the tomes. There was a small reading area with comfortable-looking chairs where a man, who I soon discovered was the sun god, was sitting.
I was surprised to hear there was a Baronet with us. My first words as we entered were, “Who is the Baronet?”
The person I assumed was Apollo laughed. He had a loud laugh that filled the entire room. Prince Simon, who shared a little laugh as well, said, “You are the Baronet. Your mother’s great grandmother had an affair with his majesty, the sun god, and so, her firstborn’s family and all their descendants are nobility, and under the protection of Apollo.”
For a second I stood there shocked, but Brundle’s thought returned me to reality: “You are nobility! Should I call you milord or his lordship?”
Even though it was a telepathic message, he still managed to make it sound sarcastic.
I replied, “You can’t believe anything a prince tells you.”
Honestly, what he was saying was a perfect explanation for the perfect weather that plagued me, but I didn’t (and still don’t) like the idea of being nobility. They are usually arrogant and useless.
I observed Apollo as he stood up and walked towards me with both his arms outstretched to hug me. I don’t think I ever tried to imagine a sun god, but he still wasn’t what I would have expected. He looked like he was in his late 30s, and he didn’t seem much taller than me. He had flowing, dirty blond hair, blue eyes, and black skin. His build seemed like an ex pro-athlete; you could see he used to be strong, but also that he started letting himself go just a little bit. Like both of his sons, he also wore fancy clothes that looked as if they came from a medieval movie set, but his colors were gold and yellow. A heavy golden pendant around his neck caught my eyes; all I could think of was “bling.”
He gave me a bear hug and said, “It’s been a long time since any of your family came to visit this land. Welcome. Tell me, what is your purpose here? Did you come to take your place in court?”
I couldn’t think of a worse idea; I would much rather come back one day to endorse a revolution against the monarchy, I thought.
What I actually said was, “No, I came to ask for a small break from the sunny weather that’s been following me my whole life. I just ask for a couple of cold days in February, so I can build a snowman.”
Apollo was standing close to me. As I finished my plee, his facial expression changed suddenly from calm joy to a mixture of anger and surprise. For a second, everything felt tense and awkward, and then, Apollo pushed my shoulder playfully while shouting, “Why?”
I didn’t lose my balance but the light push sent me half a step backwards. I tried to reason with him calmly, “It’s not that I don’t enjoy the constant sunny weather…”
He cut me off, “Do you know how much I do for you by putting you under my protection?!? The energy I put into you and your family?!? To make sure you always have a nice weather?!?” he asked harshly, his volume incrementally rising.
“I understand, but…” I started again without success.
“–Don’t ‘but’ me! You have never suffered from the cold and the rain. You have never had to stay at home because it was rainy or cold outside…you just don’t appreciate what is being done for you! How dare you come to me and ask for something like that!”
“As I already said, I like it, but there is something that….” I attempted to speak again.
“—No…” He interrupted me…AGAIN! I hate being interrupted. This is when I did something that, in hindsight, I probably shouldn’t have done. It still felt good though. I raised my voice to match his:
“No, YOU listen to ME for a second! I like the good weather, but I really want to build a snowman…listen, it’s for a girl, okay?! All I’m asking for is a week of snow! Just one time; why is that so hard?”
He looked infuriated; I don’t think he gets cut off often or at all.
“You dare talk to me like that?” His face was red with anger, and his voice was dead cold.
He pointed at me, whispered something to himself, and a yellow ray of light shot from his hand to my chest. When it hit me I felt a hot, searing pain. Suddenly, my skin was shining in soft, blue light, and then the pain ceased.
For a second, Apollo looked surprised. I was just as surprised as he was. It might be obvious to you, hearing the whole story, but right then, I didn’t understand what was happening. Suddenly, Apollo had a realization. He gasped and said in a soft voice, “You are under the protection of the sea goddess.” He paused, and then said. “Smart move, but don’t think you can get away with this lightly. If you don’t want my sun, then you won’t have any.”
I muttered thanks to the shaman under my breath; it turned out that burning an offering to Yemanja was my saving grace.
Actually, I’ve invited you here and bored you with my story because I wanted to tell you I’m leaving for an adventure. I have decided I’ve had enough of the snow; today is the day I go and get my sunshine back. I’m getting more whiskey and better cigars, and I’m headed to Storm’s place after I leave you…But first let me finish my story …
The sun god Apollo called a servant and told him to arrange for me to go back home.
“He overreacted so much!” I said to Brundle.
“I don’t think I should get involed in your family disputes, boss…”
“I don’t even know him!”
“I know, boss, but still… that thing you did with the blue light was cool.”
“Yea, I didn’t know I could do that!”
The servant led us to someone who also looked medieval; this time wearing an old man in a wizard costume. At this point, I was getting really tired of the weird scenery and was ready to go home. I said my goodbyes to Brundle. I gave the sword to the servant, and promised him that Brundle will haunt him forever if he doesn’t make sure it returns to the cat in the bar.
Then, the wizard whispered something and pointed at me.
After a bright flash, I opened my eyes and looked around.
I was in the middle of Storm’s room. There were still strange symbols painted on the floor but the room had reverted to its previous hipster look (in comparison to the tacky palace I was just in, it didn’t seem so bad). I could hear raindrops banging on the window, and see dark, gray rainclouds hanging over my town.