okay, here's my entry to the challenge, and I am going for Silver rank, around 10000 words. this is a spin-off/co-quel to the second series of my flight saga, it's teen for death and braking some ohio laws. i hope you enjoy!
Glove of the Ancients (working title)
By Daniel Ridley (<= not real-life name, just Daniel from TF)
Thank you for picking up and reading This book. Once again, you can take this as fiction or the truth, like my other novels. But to me and the characters in this story, what happened was real.
This is written in the point of view of a friend of my nephew’s, about two years ago, just like in the journal that he gave me.
I was practicing, repeatedly punching my punching bag, which was chained from the ceiling. I have been at it for about sixteen minutes, and I was starting to break a sweat.
I want to be a boxer, and make my father proud. He’s dead now, but I know he can see me from somewhere. He wrecked his motorcycle just a little while away, between here and the town. But that was four years ago, and now it doesn’t bother me anymore.
Once I was done, I wiped the sweat off of my face and put on a shirt. I planned to go to a friend’s place and have some fun. So I walked outside and started up my four-wheeler, listened to the engine hum, and hopped on. It only took a minute to get to their house and I’m thanking the fact of living in the country, able to drive on the non-public roads.
I pulled into their “driveway”, which if you drove far enough, you’d be able to reach my other friend’s home. When I honked the horn, she came out.
Her name was Ariel, she’s about my age, has long, reddish-brown hair, and not to be mean, dresses like a tomboy, and she probably is.
“Hi Andon!” she shouted over the sound of the engine. “You want to go on a race through the field, against me and my dirt bike?”
“Nah,” I replied, turning the engine off. “I was thinkin’ something like a race to Deersville.”
“Kinda long way, ain’t it?”
“I got gas containers in the back.” I said, pointing to the red cartons with yellow nozzles.
“What about Darin?”
“It’s fine; I’ll go get ’im” I assured her. “I’ll go now.”
So I restarted the engine, and drove in the direction of his house, along the way passing a steep hill and a small pond, it took less than five minutes to get there. Knocking on the door, it was only a short time before his uncle opened the door.
“Hi Daniel. Is Darin here?” I asked the tall, curly-haired man.
“Yep Andon; he’s playing his game on the couch in the living room. You can go get him.”
I walked into the house, and Daniel directed me to the living room, where, just like he said, Darin was on the couch, playing on a certain double-screened game system. At first, he didn’t notice me. I had to practically clear my throat so hard and loud that it made my throat hurt for him to notice.
“Oh, sorry about that, I was busy trying to beat the champion. What do you want?” he asked, closing the system.
“Do you want to go on a race with me and Ariel to Deersville?”
“Sure. Let me get my go-kart ready.”
Sighing, I walked back outside and got back on my four-wheeler, and started it while I waited for him to fill his kart up with gas, put on a helmet (unlike me), rev up the engine, and pull up next to me.
“Ready!?” he asked me.
“No, I’m just sitting here dazing off into nothing.” I replied sarcastically.
So we drove on back to Ariel’s trailer, where she was waiting for us on her bike.
“On three!” Ariel shouted. “One! Two! Three! GO!!”
And on that mark, we sped off, with me first, Ariel second, and Darin way behind in third. In a second, she was right besides me, and was about to pass, but I switched to four-wheel drive and instantly sped up. And surprisingly, Darin was catching up too. Soon everything started to look like a blur of green as we passed by hills, barns and eventually the outskirts of the town.
I think we all tied when we started to slow down. After we shut off our rides, we stopped by the town’s general store, to get their county-famous ice cream.
I chose their new flavor, chocolate cake, I think Ariel had butter crunch, and Darin had strawberry. Choosing a table outside, we continuously ate the frozen delights in this hot weather. Soon, other kids came and sat around us, swapping useless rumors and chatting. Most of the rumors were useless, besides this one that a fifteen-year old was telling all of us.
“Some say that there is a old shaman that lives in the woods just outside of the town. The man can curse you for intruding on his land, and you will lose all sense of direction. They even say he’s the reason that that one guy that lived in that white, trashy house over there,” he pointed to a house with the roof starting the fall in and it’s trash-filled porch. “to kill him self, driven mad by one of his curses.”
Once he finished, another kid piped up. “Sounds more like a ghost story than a rumor…”
“But it’s true!” the kid countered, and then his face changed from being serious to being amused. “I bet y’all are scared of this. I dare one of you to going out into the woods and find him.”
Not scared, I answered the dare. “I’ll do it; just to prove that you’re a liar. I’ll come back completely sane.”
At that, I headed back to my four-wheeler, and Darin and Ariel came up to me. First D spoke. “Are you crazy, what if that man is real?”
“Please don’t tell me that you believe that garbage, do ya?”
“Maybe I do, maybe I don’t, but I can’t let my friend go out there by himself.”
“Then come for Pete’s sake!” I unnecessarily shouted at him.
“Fine I will!” he shouted back, equally as loud.
Finally, A spoke up. “Jeesh, do you two have to be so loud? I’ll come too.”
So on that agreement, we all got on our vehicles and started out on the old beaten path that was across from the store. At first the path, which was clear, soon spread out into a field on a hill, with a old run-down barn at the bottom. The first thing we did was stop there.
The barn had been worn down with age, with the red paint on it giving away to pink-stained wood, a door laying on the grassy ground, and surprisingly, a few chickens randomly moving around throughout the floor.
“Well, nothin’ important here.” I said, and as soon as I turned around, Darin tried to step onto the barn’s floor. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you; it might collapse on you.
Backing up, he followed us as we walked down a dirt road that was leading from the right side of the barn. We walked on it for at least a half hour, with it ending at a small cabin. Curious, I walked up onto the porch. And that caused Darin to freak out.
“Stop! What if that is the shaman’s house?”
I turned to Ariel to see what she thought. “This does seem like less of a coincidence that we’re in the woods, there’s a cabin, and look, there’s Indian stuff. It’s just too… shamanie-ish to not be a shaman’s building.
“Fine, if you two are so scared of this, than I’ll just go in myself.” I shrugged. At that moment, I opened the door.
Inside, it was something else. Indian/Native American rugs were on the floor, medicines and herbs were on the tables, the walls were decorated with deer bones (wait ’till Deersville hears that one) and pictures of a family I don’t know, but they appear to be on a reservation of some sort.
“Ah, a visitor. I haven’t had one of those in a while.” a voice said.
“Who’s there?” I said, somewhat freaked out.
“I should ask you the same thing, young man.” an elder man came in from another room, the one who spoke before.
“Are you the shaman?” I said, still somewhat scared.
“I guess you can call me that, but I refer to myself as a medicine man.”
“So… you’re not gonna curse me?” I said, somewhat relieved.
“Of course not! Whoever told you that is full of rubbish, aren’t they?”
“I guess… but what about that one man who killed himself?”
“Oh, that man. It wasn’t on purpose; the medicine I gave him might have accidentally made him delusional.” he explained, with a sympathetic look on his face. “You can have your friends come in; they won’t be hurt.
So I did as he said, walking out of the home and told them it was okay.
“Guys, it’s okay, this man is good!” I shouted out to them.
“How do I know you’re telling the truth?” Darin said paranoidly.
“I’m frippin out here and perfectly normal, ain’t I?”
“Fiiiiiine. I’ll come up.”
As for Ariel, she came right up. Altogether, we all went back in the cabin. They observed the place the same I did I guess, and we went back to the “shaman”, who was now sitting in a chair.
“Well hello young’ins. Now that you all are here, let me introduce myself. My name is Erison. I have been living here ever since I was fifty, trying to help anybody that happens to come along here.”
“But-” I cut Darin off, I’ll explain to him about the man who killed himself later.
“But now, I think my time has come. I have lived a long life, and for that I am glad. But before I go, I might as well give you three something special. Each of you.” he said, first pointing to Ariel. “You, step forward.”
She did, and he started again. “I can see wisdom in you. For that quality, I shall now give you ability to call upon the advice of the spirits, for wisdom, strength, and will of the mind. Use it wisely”
Suddenly, the room was filled with a blue, bright light, and when it finally dimmed, she was stumbling.
“Don’t worry, I didn’t hurt her, she just received a lot of power, and I think all she needs a rest. Now you, the one who looks nervous,” he pointed to Darin, and I noticed he was starting to look transparent. “Though you don’t look it, you are very courageous and powerful, and for those qualities, I will grant you the spirit of a warrior. Use it wisely, for power can consume a person, and courage sometimes leads to doing foolish things.”
And just like last time there was an orange light that filled the room and when it dimmed, he was on the floor. And now, the man was just barely an outline.
“Yes, I see that look on your face, and let me tell you that your guess is correct: as I’m giving you three your powers, I will completely use all of my life force. Do not feel sad, I had always known that I would someday pass on my powers and my life. And I can see all of the three qualities in you. Your wisdom, your power, and your courage all show that you are a great young man, just like you all should have. I will give you the last bit my of life for you to give you the ability to be a hero. You may not know what to use it for, as neither I, but I have a feeling you’ll use it wisely, completely balanced by the three.”
And then, finally, pure white light surrounded me, and for some reason, a tear was rolling down my eye, which now I know is because this man was like my father, and then when the light dimmed, he was gone.
I felt full, not the food full, but like I was complete. When I looked around, I noticed the cabin was fading too, like it’s purpose was fulfilled too, and looked down on the floor, now turning into grass, that Ariel and Darin were still asleep.
So I waited for about a half hour, staring at everything that Erison had, and grabbed a couple of books that were on a non-fading shelf, one of them inscribed that it was about Cree mythology, another about herb remedies, and another about battle techniques. I took them, along with a few others of interest, and then they woke up.
“What happened? Why are we in the forest? What happened to Erison?” Ariel asked drowsily, getting up off the ground
“He’s dead now. But I have a feeling he’s not gone, at least to us, and his house disappeared also.”