Palladium – Chapter 18

Previously: The novihomidrak, Cirvel, heads through a festival on his way to meet up with an old “friend” who has a map that Cirvel needs. The friend, Sapere Imor, isn’t happy to see Cirvel and tries to persuade Cirvel with other temptations. Irritated with not getting his answers, Cirvel seals Imor into a genie lamp. A ninja steps from the shadows and steals away the lamp containing Imor, leaving Cirvel holding only air. He returns to the shrine to discuss the situation with the Grand Sapere, who demands to take it to the Dragon Council. Cirvel knows the Council will take far too long to come to a decision. Cirvel decides to act on his own. Returning to the market, he hopes to see the woman who had taken his lamp. He finds her and but she’s not quite ready to get down to business. At least not the kind he wants to discuss. When she does give him a chance to explain, he tells her that what he has trapped in the lamp is not a genie and that she won’t be able to use the lamp irregardless because she’s not the rightful owner. She bargains with him: help in exchange for the genie lamp. He asks her why she needs a genie. She replies that she needs a powerful trap. Treshauna then takes him to the meeting house for the ninjas to meet their leader, Drelin. Cirvel pulls Imor out of the lamp to prove that Imor is not genie — just a human. But Drelin learns that Cirvel is the genie. Cirvel “convinces” Imor to reveal to him the location of a place known as Alexander’s Den. Now that Cirvel has what he wants, the ninjas are ready to go on their mission. Before traveling the Wells of the Onesong, Cirvel needs to make one stop at the shrine first. Cirvel gets the coordinates for where they are traveling and he heads out. Meeting up with the ninjas, they take to hiding within his shadow. They go through the Wells, but as soon as they come out on the other side, they discover something is waiting for them. Blindsided, Cirvel gets severely injured. He withdraws and takes Treshauna back through the Wells, but is unable to pull Drelin along. Once back, the saperes realize how wounded he is. His world blurs as he’s taken back to be healed. Waking up, Cirvel realizes three things: Treshauna has stayed with him, he’s lost the book about Alexander on a doomed world, and he is still not fully healed. He returns to his lamp where he knows he can take care of himself. After taking to the sands to heal, Cirvel returns with the strange feeling that he has fallen in love with Treshauna and she with him. He knows they must put their feelings aside, hard as it may be, to deal with the Shniktaur. Treshauna begins to ask him questions and he reveals how he had been an experiment which turned him into a unique novihomidrak. They then begin to make plans to find which dimension Drelin is in and to rescue him. For that, Cirvel needs supplies. Then go to the workshop of a gnome named T’kiel, who grudgingly allows the genie inside and gives them a clean space to work.


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Palladium

Chapter 18

by Dawn Blair

The gnome pushed away from where he leaned and waddled across the room toward a workstation beneath some cabinets. He opened a drawer and pulled out a white sack before toddling back and handing it to Cirvel. “Anything else?”

Cirvel closed his eyes and acknowledged the gnome by bowing his head. “Thank you. That should be all.”

As T’kiel went back to the workstation and sat down on a stool there, Treshauna came closer to Cirvel. “Is there anything I can do to help?”

“No. This is something I must do. There is no assistance that can be given.”

She squeezed his forearm then stepped off toward T’kiel.

Ignoring their low-toned chatter, Cirvel took a piece of chalk from the bag and set to work making sigils on the floor. He discarded his robe when it became too much of a detriment to his writing. In his tunic and leggings, he continued making the magical netting needed as a structure for dismantling dimensional magic. As soon as he finished with the preliminaries, he placed the book into the middle of the three rings decorated with spirals, triangles, and ancient magic symbols.

He drew one final box, small and divided by the line of the largest circle. He placed four fingers inside the outline. “Trakaeshala voch ka milhan.”

The box lit in green, then pressed through the chalk marks scrawled on the floor, zipping its way to the center. As it reached the middle, the whole design burst into gold and rose off the floor. Cirvel pulled his hand back as the outer rings ascended higher than the inner two.

Behind him, Treshauna and T’kiel fell silent.

Cirvel crossed his arms over his chest, placing his hands on his shoulders, and closed his eyes. He would have felt more comfortable if he’d been able to change back to his genie attire. For some reason, it felt strange and awkward to be doing dimensional magic like this. But he didn’t want to change in front of T’kiel.

“Nok’ta shil.”

A soft, warm glow came over Cirvel as if he’d settled into a warm bed cocooned in velvety blankets. Treshauna filled his thoughts and he changed his breath to focus on the present rather than memories, no matter how pleasant.

He had much work to do. With a shield of glowing silver around him, he walked into the center of the rings and picked up the book from the middle of the funnel. A draft of air rising from the floor let him release the book to float in the air. Silver webbing drifted off the ends of his fingers as he worked around the book, occasionally tapping it enough to lock the wavy tendrils onto it.

Cirvel sensed someone walking up to his magic circle and he turned with a snarl. T’kiel had come closer to examine it. Cirvel’s growl sent the gnome stumbling back a few steps.  Treshauna caught the little man and kept him from falling over. “I said no disruptions.”

T’kiel muttered an apology, looking truly sorry. Treshauna pulled the gnome back with her, but they didn’t return to their seats. Cirvel continued working, trying not to let the sparking, annoyed, tingles running in irritation up his spine distract him. They had no idea how a novihomidrak could sense others, especially when they were working dragon magic. That said nothing about his additional genie magic, which was a whole other level and usually one cloaked in suspicious apprehension.

They had no understanding.

That thought gave Cirvel a prideful smile. Most people didn’t understand him. Of all the individuals throughout the galaxy, he was probably the most unique of them all.  

Once he had adequate anchors in place along the book and several hanging in the air but not quite touching the leather cover, he drew back his hands as if he were pulling puppet strings. A layer of shining gold expanded from around the book still maintaining a rectangular structure.

“This is the energy of this realm,” he said, feeling the need to explain though he wasn’t quite sure why. He reached his fingers through to touch one of the golden lines. “Line calthadus.”

The structure broke, falling like rain to the floor.

He tapped the book and a second set of anchors attached. He pulled on those. Again, a netting around the book stretched, this time a brilliant blue color.

Cirvel shook his hands, clearing away the webbing from his fingers. He reached in carefully, trying not to break the delicate strands now surrounding the book, but lifting each one to examine it. He had to roll some of them slightly against the pads of his fingers to see the other side. Looking for a thin line on each one, he knew that the differentiating mark could be small and seemingly insignificant. It might be something as tiny as a mark, or unperceivable as a slight change in the color. Usually, it was something more, but not always.

When he found nothing, he blinked down his dragon lids to examine it closer.

There, on the underside of one of the threads, a line of light blue. So subtle was the shift that he might ordinarily have missed it. He plucked at the thread, bending to examine it closer and hope it wasn’t going to break. He slid his nail along the length of the outer dark, blue thread, feeling the gel-like substance give way. Blue goo slid out over his fingers, making them slick. He fought the urge to be repulsed; he could wash up later. Now, he had a life to save.

The inside of the thread had a sensation like a blood vessel, all slick and pliable. He slipped his finger in and drew the second string up. He pulled, tugging as much of it as he could out of the opening.

Pinching it between his fingers, he ran down the length to clean it, or as much as he could access without breaking it. If he didn’t have to get to this world, he might not worry about that so much. As it stood, he needed a live connection to the world to make sure that it hadn’t been blinked out of existence. Going somewhere that was no longer there was usually a great way to get slammed painfully back to where you’d started; a sign that the Oneseong always wanted people to be learning and growing.

“The world where we need to go is still alive,” Cirvel said to Treshauna. Let T’kiel surmise what he would from his words. If T’kiel really was a friend of Drelin, the gnome would find this happy news.

If he wasn’t a true ally, then that would soon be revealed too. Either way, it didn’t matter to Cirvel. If he walked out of here with the knowledge of the other dimension, good. If he had to fight his way out, so be it.

On the other hand, he held Drelin’s life right here in his fingers. One slip, an accidental cut, and they wouldn’t be able to track Drelin. He’d have no competition for Treshauna.

She was already his.

He listened to the wise, little voice that spoke back to him. Yes, Drelin had broken her heart. Cirvel was fairly certain that she wasn’t one to give second chances. Rather, he should take the knowledge of her previous relationship with Drelin and use it as a lesson about how to treat her right and make sure she was his.

Even without looking up, he knew exactly where she stood. He could even smell her beautiful blond hair and feel the softness of the curls. The latter he knew was a memory, but the former was an actual, current sensory.

Now was not the time!

“Vochey vial.” As he said the spell, he held out his hand, palm upward. A moment later, a little vial with a cork stopper in the top appeared.

He twisted the light blue thread around his index finger, then holding the vial beneath it, he squeezed it as if he were wringing out a wet cloth. A clear liquid drop came off and fell into the vial. Releasing the thread, he corked the top before placing it in his pouch. Then he checked the thread again just to make sure he hadn’t damaged it, or worse, snapped it in two. All seemed well, but he smoothed his fingers over the line anyway.

Knowing that the others probably had no clue what he was doing, he touched the dark blue structure. “Line calthadus.” The blue rectangle fell away from the book.

Working quickly with the few strands of remaining webbing waiting for him as well as establishing some new ones, Cirvel set up new anchors on the cover. He gave it a tug and a new structure pulled away from the book, this time pink.

Not only was the rectangular-shaped netting the vibrant color, but it also contained an entirely different architecture to the pattern. He felt the Humline respond with pain. Instinctively, he tore his hand through the netting, seizing the book as he went, and destroying the magic. “Balish.”

He turned, recalling the funnel magic around him with surprise. A tremor quaked through his shoulders at the memory of the pink rectangle as if his mind couldn’t let go of that moment. He knew he’d seen something, yet he couldn’t decipher exactly what it meant, only that it wasn’t good.

“Cirvel?” Treshauna asked as he dispelled the magic. The glowing settled from the air and became chalk on the floor once more.

Numbly aware that she was moving toward him, he raised a hand to stop her. “I’m not yet done.”

“But you’re pale.”

“I am still capable,” he snapped back. He settled with the chalk on a clean section of floor and began to draw new symbols. He kept having to force his mind away from those he’d seen in the pink glow. Why had he tried for that third layer when he only needed two?

He should have known that third layer would merely return him to this world, which would be the same as the first. He’d had the book here. He knew where it had been for a while. He really shouldn’t have gone looking.

The chalk snapped in half, rapping his knuckles against the floor.

He hated bad omens.

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Palladium – Chapter 17

Previously: The novihomidrak, Cirvel, heads through a festival on his way to meet up with an old “friend” who has a map that Cirvel needs. The friend, Sapere Imor, isn’t happy to see Cirvel and tries to persuade Cirvel with other temptations. Irritated with not getting his answers, Cirvel seals Imor into a genie lamp. A ninja steps from the shadows and steals away the lamp containing Imor, leaving Cirvel holding only air. He returns to the shrine to discuss the situation with the Grand Sapere, who demands to take it to the Dragon Council. Cirvel knows the Council will take far too long to come to a decision. Cirvel decides to act on his own. Returning to the market, he hopes to see the woman who had taken his lamp. He finds her and but she’s not quite ready to get down to business. At least not the kind he wants to discuss. When she does give him a chance to explain, he tells her that what he has trapped in the lamp is not a genie and that she won’t be able to use the lamp irregardless because she’s not the rightful owner. She bargains with him: help in exchange for the genie lamp. He asks her why she needs a genie. She replies that she needs a powerful trap. Treshauna then takes him to the meeting house for the ninjas to meet their leader, Drelin. Cirvel pulls Imor out of the lamp to prove that Imor is not genie — just a human. But Drelin learns that Cirvel is the genie. Cirvel “convinces” Imor to reveal to him the location of a place known as Alexander’s Den. Now that Cirvel has what he wants, the ninjas are ready to go on their mission. Before traveling the Wells of the Onesong, Cirvel needs to make one stop at the shrine first. Cirvel gets the coordinates for where they are traveling and he heads out. Meeting up with the ninjas, they take to hiding within his shadow. They go through the Wells, but as soon as they come out on the other side, they discover something is waiting for them. Blindsided, Cirvel gets severely injured. He withdraws and takes Treshauna back through the Wells, but is unable to pull Drelin along. Once back, the saperes realize how wounded he is. His world blurs as he’s taken back to be healed. Waking up, Cirvel realizes three things: Treshauna has stayed with him, he’s lost the book about Alexander on a doomed world, and he is still not fully healed. He returns to his lamp where he knows he can take care of himself. After taking to the sands to heal, Cirvel returns with the strange feeling that he has fallen in love with Treshauna and she with him. He knows they must put their feelings aside, hard as it may be, to deal with the Shniktaur. Treshauna begins to ask him questions and he reveals how he had been an experiment which turned him into a unique novihomidrak. They then begin to make plans to find which dimension Drelin is in and to rescue him. For that, Cirvel needs supplies.


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Palladium

Chapter 17

by Dawn Blair

He reached out and opened the door for her. After she made her way across the invisible barrier, he made an attempt. No invisible force barred his way.

“Good, right?” she whispered as the door settled closed behind him.

“For now.”

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Palladium – Chapter 16

Previously: The novihomidrak, Cirvel, heads through a festival on his way to meet up with an old “friend” who has a map that Cirvel needs. The friend, Sapere Imor, isn’t happy to see Cirvel and tries to persuade Cirvel with other temptations. Irritated with not getting his answers, Cirvel seals Imor into a genie lamp. A ninja steps from the shadows and steals away the lamp containing Imor, leaving Cirvel holding only air. He returns to the shrine to discuss the situation with the Grand Sapere, who demands to take it to the Dragon Council. Cirvel knows the Council will take far too long to come to a decision. Cirvel decides to act on his own. Returning to the market, he hopes to see the woman who had taken his lamp. He finds her and but she’s not quite ready to get down to business. At least not the kind he wants to discuss. When she does give him a chance to explain, he tells her that what he has trapped in the lamp is not a genie and that she won’t be able to use the lamp irregardless because she’s not the rightful owner. She bargains with him: help in exchange for the genie lamp. He asks her why she needs a genie. She replies that she needs a powerful trap. Treshauna then takes him to the meeting house for the ninjas to meet their leader, Drelin. Cirvel pulls Imor out of the lamp to prove that Imor is not genie — just a human. But Drelin learns that Cirvel is the genie. Cirvel “convinces” Imor to reveal to him the location of a place known as Alexander’s Den. Now that Cirvel has what he wants, the ninjas are ready to go on their mission. Before traveling the Wells of the Onesong, Cirvel needs to make one stop at the shrine first. Cirvel gets the coordinates for where they are traveling and he heads out. Meeting up with the ninjas, they take to hiding within his shadow. They go through the Wells, but as soon as they come out on the other side, they discover something is waiting for them. Blindsided, Cirvel gets severely injured. He withdraws and takes Treshauna back through the Wells, but is unable to pull Drelin along. Once back, the saperes realize how wounded he is. His world blurs as he’s taken back to be healed. Waking up, Cirvel realizes three things: Treshauna has stayed with him, he’s lost the book about Alexander on a doomed world, and he is still not fully healed. He returns to his lamp where he knows he can take care of himself. After taking to the sands to heal, Cirvel returns with the strange feeling that he has fallen in love with Treshauna and she with him. He knows they must put their feelings aside, hard as it may be, to deal with the Shniktaur.


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Palladium

Chapter 16

by Dawn Blair

The owner of a donkey and cart slowed as he went by them, the wooden wheels changing in cadence enough for Cirvel to detect the slackening pace. Cirvel glared at the man, but it didn’t seem to have the effect Cirvel wanted. He grabbed the sleeve of Treshauna’s black shirt and pulled her deeper into the shadows, turning her as they went so he could keep his eye on the street.

He leaned in closer to her. “I’m just thinking that a vortex is nothing but a portal from one plane of existence to another. There’s no one that can work dimensional magic better than…” He shifted his gaze to look around. “…a genie.”

“So what does that mean?”

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Palladium – Chapter 15

Previously: The novihomidrak, Cirvel, heads through a festival on his way to meet up with an old “friend” who has a map that Cirvel needs. The friend, Sapere Imor, isn’t happy to see Cirvel and tries to persuade Cirvel with other temptations. Irritated with not getting his answers, Cirvel seals Imor into a genie lamp. A ninja steps from the shadows and steals away the lamp containing Imor, leaving Cirvel holding only air. He returns to the shrine to discuss the situation with the Grand Sapere, who demands to take it to the Dragon Council. Cirvel knows the Council will take far too long to come to a decision. Cirvel decides to act on his own. Returning to the market, he hopes to see the woman who had taken his lamp. He finds her and but she’s not quite ready to get down to business. At least not the kind he wants to discuss. When she does give him a chance to explain, he tells her that what he has trapped in the lamp is not a genie and that she won’t be able to use the lamp irregardless because she’s not the rightful owner. She bargains with him: help in exchange for the genie lamp. He asks her why she needs a genie. She replies that she needs a powerful trap. Treshauna then takes him to the meeting house for the ninjas to meet their leader, Drelin. Cirvel pulls Imor out of the lamp to prove that Imor is not genie — just a human. But Drelin learns that Cirvel is the genie. Cirvel “convinces” Imor to reveal to him the location of a place known as Alexander’s Den. Now that Cirvel has what he wants, the ninjas are ready to go on their mission. Before traveling the Wells of the Onesong, Cirvel needs to make one stop at the shrine first. Cirvel gets the coordinates for where they are traveling and he heads out. Meeting up with the ninjas, they take to hiding within his shadow. They go through the Wells, but as soon as they come out on the other side, they discover something is waiting for them. Blindsided, Cirvel gets severely injured. He withdraws and takes Treshauna back through the Wells, but is unable to pull Drelin along. Once back, the saperes realize how wounded he is. His world blurs as he’s taken back to be healed. Waking up, Cirvel realizes three things: Treshauna has stayed with him, he’s lost the book about Alexander on a doomed world, and he is still not fully healed. He returns to his lamp where he knows he can take care of himself.


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Palladium

Chapter 15

by Dawn Blair

Night came. A moon rose and set within the lamp. The desert had become quiet.

The sun rose, chasing back to the cool relief the night had brought with it.

A scorpion crawled over the sand, seeking shade for the day to come. Before it found refuge, it sank beneath the sand. It lashed out with the poisonous curve of its tail, but found nothing to strike before it died.

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Palladium – Chapter 14

Previously: The novihomidrak, Cirvel, heads through a festival on his way to meet up with an old “friend” who has a map that Cirvel needs. The friend, Sapere Imor, isn’t happy to see Cirvel and tries to persuade Cirvel with other temptations. Irritated with not getting his answers, Cirvel seals Imor into a genie lamp. A ninja steps from the shadows and steals away the lamp containing Imor, leaving Cirvel holding only air. He returns to the shrine to discuss the situation with the Grand Sapere, who demands to take it to the Dragon Council. Cirvel knows the Council will take far too long to come to a decision. Cirvel decides to act on his own. Returning to the market, he hopes to see the woman who had taken his lamp. He finds her and but she’s not quite ready to get down to business. At least not the kind he wants to discuss. When she does give him a chance to explain, he tells her that what he has trapped in the lamp is not a genie and that she won’t be able to use the lamp irregardless because she’s not the rightful owner. She bargains with him: help in exchange for the genie lamp. He asks her why she needs a genie. She replies that she needs a powerful trap. Treshauna then takes him to the meeting house for the ninjas to meet their leader, Drelin. Cirvel pulls Imor out of the lamp to prove that Imor is not genie — just a human. But Drelin learns that Cirvel is the genie. Cirvel “convinces” Imor to reveal to him the location of a place known as Alexander’s Den. Now that Cirvel has what he wants, the ninjas are ready to go on their mission. Before traveling the Wells of the Onesong, Cirvel needs to make one stop at the shrine first. Cirvel gets the coordinates for where they are traveling and he heads out. Meeting up with the ninjas, they take to hiding within his shadow. They go through the Wells, but as soon as they come out on the other side, they discover something is waiting for them. Blindsided, Cirvel gets severely injured. He withdraws and takes Treshauna back through the Wells, but is unable to pull Drelin along. Once back, the saperes realize how wounded he is. His world blurs as he’s taken back to be healed.


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Palladium

Chapter 14

by Dawn Blair

Cirvel woke later to the warm breeze carrying the scent of desert flowers coming through the room. Chimes rang in the distance. The sound brought a sense of relief. If the festival was still going on, he hadn’t lost too much time to the healing.

He turned his head and found himself alone in the room. His heart sank. He’d been wishing Treshauna would be there. Of course, the presence of a ninja probably wasn’t something the saperes would welcome, let alone any other novihomidraks.

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Palladium – Chapter 13

I’m still off my groove. (“Beware the groove.”)

I do feel the mojo coming back though. It was just tired. The rest has given me some time to really think about the structure of what I’m doing. (Okay, going all out like I was had some insanity to it.) It’s strange and I’m still in the middle of it, so I don’t think I can talk about it right now. At least not that part.

But, I am thinking… well, again, it’s hard because I’m in the middle of it and I don’t know what my life will look like when I come out the other end of this tunnel I’m currently walking through. However, I write a lot. I enjoy being prolific. I would love to run more fiction here on my blog. I’m thinking about adding another story or two. I worry about keeping up with the pace, but if I’m only releasing 200-300 words at a time on a story and I only start releasing it as I’m getting toward the end of a story, it would allow me to share so much more here.

That’s one thing I’d like to do. Your thoughts?

I also would like to get back to my comics. I miss them, and I want to build up more for FanX this September. Should I even talk about my kid’s books.

Along this same like, I want to paint more.

I have a four-legged stool I’m trying to build (writing, painting, illustration, and narration).

While working full-time, I seem only to reliably be able to do two of these things at a time. For more than 200 days, I chose writing and narration. I got a lot done. But I never feel complete if I’m only working on two of the four. No, I just feel frustrated.

Then I start to wonder if I’m not actually living life, but rather just being he mule carrying the load up the hill all the time. Okay, well at least I can express that part. See, there are so many other auxiliary things that go into each of the four legs of my stool (editing, cover design, publishing, print-making, varnishing, cataloging, listing for sale online and off which include shows and writing up listings, mastering and editing audio, bookkeeping, exploring new opportunities, etc.) that each of these really gets lost. Now that’s where the frustration really builds.

I know, some would say that I need to hire someone to help me. I don’t think it’s with this area that I need to find someone to help me. Besides, my son already cooks and takes care of the pets for me. What I need is a housekeeper, and maybe someone to do some of the yard work — though I do enjoy mowing my own lawn with my push mower — it’s a good workout. Oh, and speaking of which, I can’t hire someone do exercise for me. So, this is something that yes, I need to look at, but it only works if I’ve got steady work for someone. Besides, there’s so much that I still have to do myself at least in regards to the art.

I bought a course a couple years ago on productivity and I do attribute it to how much I’ve been able to get done. Now that the mojo is rounding back (and you see some of the thoughts rumbling around in my head), I’m planning on going through the course again; this time with the auxiliary things in mind so that I can figure out how to get all those to work. This morning during my meditation, I realized how I need to structure that: not on a per day basis like the course teaches you, but rather on a per week basis. The more I think about this, the more I feel as if it will work well.

Thanks for listening to me babble. If nothing else, I hope it helps someone out there who also has these jumbled, rambling thoughts to realize they are not alone.

Well, wish me luck because that’s what I’m going to start on later today.

Let’s get you to the story.

Previously: The novihomidrak, Cirvel, heads through a festival on his way to meet up with an old “friend” who has a map that Cirvel needs. The friend, Sapere Imor, isn’t happy to see Cirvel and tries to persuade Cirvel with other temptations. Irritated with not getting his answers, Cirvel seals Imor into a genie lamp. A ninja steps from the shadows and steals away the lamp containing Imor, leaving Cirvel holding only air. He returns to the shrine to discuss the situation with the Grand Sapere, who demands to take it to the Dragon Council. Cirvel knows the Council will take far too long to come to a decision. Cirvel decides to act on his own. Returning to the market, he hopes to see the woman who had taken his lamp. He finds her and but she’s not quite ready to get down to business. At least not the kind he wants to discuss. When she does give him a chance to explain, he tells her that what he has trapped in the lamp is not a genie and that she won’t be able to use the lamp irregardless because she’s not the rightful owner. She bargains with him: help in exchange for the genie lamp. He asks her why she needs a genie. She replies that she needs a powerful trap. Treshauna then takes him to the meeting house for the ninjas to meet their leader, Drelin. Cirvel pulls Imor out of the lamp to prove that Imor is not genie — just a human. But Drelin learns that Cirvel is the genie. Cirvel “convinces” Imor to reveal to him the location of a place known as Alexander’s Den. Now that Cirvel has what he wants, the ninjas are ready to go on their mission. Before traveling the Wells of the Onesong, Cirvel needs to make one stop at the shrine first. Cirvel gets the coordinates for where they are traveling and he heads out. Meeting up with the ninjas, they take to hiding within his shadow. They go through the Wells, but as soon as they come out on the other side, they discover something is waiting for them. Blindsided, Cirvel gets severely injured.


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Palladium

Chapter 13

by Dawn Blair

Cirvel tugged himself toward the Wells. Blinding pain, fear, and spewing blood helped sharpen his focus toward getting away. He felt like his eyes were crossed and he couldn’t see straight.

Damaged beyond repair.

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Palladium – Chapter 12

Posting on time this week, but only because I’m getting it done a bit ahead of time. It’s such a great world we live in that we can do things like this. I just knew that this week would be busy with me preparing for the craft show this weekend (9 a.m. to 6 p.m. at the Jerome High School if you want to come out and check out all the great vendors. My friend Stacy will be there with her powerful stone jewelry and lovely crochet work and Corissa will have her beautiful finger puppets). As such, I figured I better get this done early. That way I free up the week for other things, including my son’s play — he’s performing Shakespeare’s The Tempest at the College of Southern Idaho this week. Yep, I said it would be a busy week.

Let’s get to the story.


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Palladium

Chapter 12

by Dawn Blair

Chapter 12 has now turned back into a pumpkin. If you missed it, click on the banner above to go to the current posts for my blog. There’s another free story or story excerpt somewhere around my blog – I try to post something new every week. Hunt the story down, read, and enjoy!***

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