Confessions all around...

(The events and conversations in this post took place in the Lower World immediately before and during Drake’s final passing. These events can now be told in full. For a brief refresher on the context in which these events take place, readers are encouraged to re-read the posts from the following dates: March 18, 2007, A Visit from an Old Friend…Part 1; May 27, 2007, Drake’s Farewell Message; June 10, 2007, Meditation and June 14, 2007, Hell’s Bells…Part 1)



When Drake revealed to me the location of his secret stash of artifacts, his voice was been dry and raspy in my head, like he was having difficulty with what he was saying. “Rusty, I have been afraid to reveal this information to you, because it is perhaps the last and most dangerous truth that I have to tell you.”

“Drake, as much as you have lied, I can only imagine how painful it would be to have to tell the truth. Say what you have to say and be done with it.”

“It is not that simple, Rusty, because this truth goes to the very foundation of who you are and how you came to be as you are now. It was the one truth that I could not risk for you to discover on your own.”

“Drake, stop playing around. Nothing you have to say will surprise me.”

His dry chuckle resonated in my mind. “Very well, I will delay no further.” His voice became deep and somber when spoke again. “Long before there was an Omega Project, I had met a young man—an FBI agent—who I thought might have the potential to eventually inherit the struggle against the An’girasii. He was a talented Caster with a natural charisma and the strength to carry on a long, lonesome battle, if need be. He left the FBI at my urging and worked with me for several years. We learned a great deal from each other once we learned to trust each other. He taught me much about the Shadowland and the many Spirit Worlds that I had been unable to experience myself. I taught him of the long and bitter war that I had been fighting against my father’s people. After nearly a decade of working together though, we came to the mutual decision that he would not be the one. But even so, we made a solemn pact. The essence of that pact was that I would provide him with the initial financing and support to form a secret group of Casters that could become the backbone of a defensive force against the An’girasii if necessary, and in return, he would provide me with any assistance that I needed when I had found the person I considered to be the candidate. I also asked for his assistance in creating a secret storage site for all of the artifacts and books that I had acquired in my many millennia. He agreed, providing a place that was secret and safe.”

“Come off it, Drake. It sounds like you are trying to take credit for founding a group like the ORC’s.”

“Indeed, this young man was instrumental in just that, it was he who founded that little group that you are so fond of.”

“Yeah? I find that very hard to believe. Who was this mystery man?”

“He didn’t have to keep his end of the bargain until quite recently, so it is someone you know, or rather, you knew, quite well…”

I sat there stunned as I listened to his words, coming to a conclusion that I did not like very much at all… “No…not him!”

“Yes. John Red Bear was my ally in creating you.”

“That’s not possible!”
He sighed again. “I am sure that you have the means to ask him yourself, should he choose to answer you, but you may rest assured, John Red Bear helped me to make you who are now.”

“You better believe I’m going to ask him! But I want to hear it all from you, Drake. Finish your story and tell me where this stash is so that I can be done with you forever.”

“As you wish. It is well past time for me to move on in any event. After we parted our ways, he began to form the group that became the ORC’s. He sought out like minded Casters and individuals who had the potential to become Casters. He helped to mold this budding young group into a force for good, creating secret schools and academies all over the country. I began to gather individuals like Klimm and Papa Locks to me, in part to keep them from interfering with John Red Bear and his fledgling group, and in part because I had come up with a new idea to try that would need the services of Casters with fewer morals and inhibitions than those individuals that Red Bear was making contact with. Throughout the years though, I kept in secret contact with him, each of us providing guidance and resources to the other as needed. He had very deep misgivings about my new ideas, but maintained his pledge to assist me when I felt that the time was right.”

“So, you are saying that John Red Bear knew of this plan to make zombies of people?”

“He was aware of the general principle that I was looking at, yes. He wasn’t privy to some of the darker details that were required to make the Omega Project successful, but that was necessary in order to make his eventual role easier to play.”

“What role was that?”

“He played the role of the good cop.”

I snorted. “Let me guess, you played the role of bad cop?”

He chuckled. “Indeed, a role that I am quite comfortable playing.”

I shook my head. “Drake, just tell me this. Why did we—did I—have to go through all of this? Why did you have to bring John into this mess? And why did you have to tell me about his betrayal?”

“Rusty, over the millennia I have come to learn that I do not possess the ability to ultimately win this war that I have been fighting against the An’girasii. But I have learned something about what will be needed to win this war. Every trial, every single test that I have put you through has been designed to determine if you had the potential to develop into the person that could help lead this struggle. In all of my previous attempts, save one, I had either broken my potential successor or created a monster that I would later have to put down. John Red Bear was the lone exception. He was the one candidate that I parted on good terms with. In the process he taught me a very important lesson…that in order to succeed my heir would have to maintain an essential humanity that I have never had. Despite all of the years that have passed, I remain my father’s son.”

“An evil fucking bastard.”

“Indeed. That is why I needed him to help with you. I had to push you away, to make you stronger. I had to make you hate me enough to fight with everything you had. He was there to pick you up again, to keep you grounded in you human nature, and to give you the spiritual tools that would allow you grow in ways that I never could.”

“But why are you telling me all of this now? Why are you trying to ruin my memories of John?”

He sighed. “Rusty, I’m telling you this now because it is the truth. You needed to hear it from me—and him, if he is willing or able to speak to you about it—before it discovered by your real enemies and used against you. Red Bear sacrificed much in order for you to become who you are now. Don’t let those sacrifices be in vain.”

I sat in stunned silence as I contemplated everything that Drake had said so far. His voice was small and quiet in my mind when he spoke again.

“My last gift to you and your friends is the location of that vault I had mentioned earlier. You will find it safely hidden in the Black Hills of South Dakota. Here is the exact location and the combination you will need to access everything…”

With that last bit of information, Drake left me and the ring behind. His Spirit moved gracefully to stand in front of Alexa. Her small face was both serious and tender as she took his confession of and forgave each and every one of his thousands of crimes, one at a time.

I was still trying to absorb everything that Drake had just revealed when the sound of a footfall behind me caused me to turn around.

John Red Bear stood behind me in human form. His face was that of his younger self, but his eyes held all of the wisdom of his years and a tremendous sadness. “Jason, will you walk with me one last time?”

I couldn’t have been more surprised by his appearance here after what Drake had just told me, but I was suddenly nervous leaving Alexa alone with Drake. That nervousness must have been obvious.

“Jason, do not worry about her. She, of all people, is safe in this place.”

I snorted. “I’ve heard that kind of assurance from you before, John. But I’m not sure I want to have anything to do with you anymore.”

“I would understand if you refuse my request. You have every right to reject me, but I feel I have much to explain in just a short time. This is the last time that I will be able to come to you, so please, will you walk with me one last time?”

I swallowed my pride and my anger and nodded.

John turned and guided me out from underneath Yggsdrasil’s canopy and towards a small path that was opening in the woods beyond.

We walked in silence for a few moments. I couldn’t take it for long though. “John, is Drake telling the truth? Did you work with him to help create Rusty Bones?”

I could tell from the flash of emotions across his face that he was deeply conflicted.

“Yes, Drake spoke the truth, as much of it as he knows.”

“What does that mean?”

He stopped and knelt in the middle of the trail. I knelt down beside him as he began scribbling in the open patch of dirt with a twig.

“I am sure Drake has told you that he and met many years before.”

“Yes. He said that you were an FBI agent then.”

John nodded. “Yes, I was the first Native American agent that the FBI ever had. I had a promising career ahead of me, but despite the promising career track laid out before me, I was unfulfilled. I longed for something deeper, more spiritual than such a career would allow me become.

“One winter, near four decades ago, I left my assigned office and cases work to track down a vicious killer in the backwoods of the Upper Peninsula of Michigan. There had been rumors that this killer was actually a wendigo, a creature from the myths of many tribes in that region.

“I had asked my supervisor in Detroit to allow me to go investigate this mysterious killer, but he refused. He said that there was no indication that this killer warranted the Bureau’s involvement yet. His victims were poor, rural, and Native American. He said that the locals and the tribal cops would handle the investigations. One Friday night after another brutal killing, I ignored my boss and set off on my own to investigate the matter.

“By the next evening, I had tracked the creature to an abandoned cabin deep in the woods. I was about to confront it by myself when I discovered that I wasn’t the only person tracking the wendigo. A strange man who later introduced himself as Drake Kampmann came up beside me and indicated that my shotgun and sidearm would be of little use against the creature. He recommended that I use a bladed weapon, if I had one.

“Before we could come up with a plan, the wendigo charged us from the cabin. It was a terrible sight. As Drake had predicted, my shotgun blast to its face had little effect on it. But luckily for me, the wendigo had no interest in me. It attacked Kampmann with its full fury.”

John shook his head as he looked up from his scribbling in the dirt. “I had never seen anything as fast as those two fighting each other. The wendigo towered over Drake, fully eight feet tall, but incredibly gaunt. Despite being very thin, it was wiry and strong enough to push down small trees with each clawed hand. Drake ducked and dodged with such speed and agility, striking the creature with only his feet and hands, yet obviously causing it great pain.

“In less than two minutes, it was all over. Drake had broken one of its legs and each of its arms. He had the creature in a headlock from behind. He looked up at me long enough to ask one question. “Can you come get the necklace out of my jacket pocket?”

“I did as he asked, pulling out a strange looking pendant with a large ruby at the center. He grabbed it from me and placed it on the creature’s forehead. The beast let forth a terrible howling shriek that died in the winter air as the creature dissolved in his arms. Needless to say, I had never seen anything like this creature or its demise.”

I looked down at the drawing that John had made in the dirt. It looked very much like the creature I had known as Grendel. “John, what does any of this have to do with why you helped to create me?”

John tossed the stick away and stood up. He motioned for me to continue down the path with him. “Jason, that was the day when my eyes were opened to the possibility—the reality, really—that monsters that were walking freely in this world. My people had stories of such creatures—most cultures have had their stories of fantastic creatures that roam the world—but I had never seen one with my own eyes. I had not yet learned to walk the worlds of Spirit, so this was all new to me.

“Drake saw something in me that day though, perhaps he sensed the shaman that I would later become, but whatever his reason was, he asked me to join him in his fight against creatures like the wendigo and their masters, who he named as the An’girasii, as you know well. In this strange, distant man, I sensed a certain strength and strong sense of purpose that I had been unable to find as an agent of the FBI.”

John turned from the path that lay before us and pushed through the thick foliage into the heart of the forest. He waved for me to follow him.

“I left the Bureau the following week and joined up with Drake Kampmann. We spent a period of several years together. He taught me much about his history and the war he had fought against the An’girasii. He took me to a number of masters and teachers that he knew of who helped me to find my path. It was he who was most responsible for me becoming a shaman of some small skill.

John stopped moving ahead of me and stared at a tall obsidian obelisk that was almost totally obscured by thick, leafy vines and tall, thorny bushes that had grown right up against it.

“What is that thing?”

“It is a map of sorts.”

“A map? A map of what?”

He moved closed to the obelisk and began pulling the vines off of it. I moved in to help him as he replied.

“It is a map that can be used as a guide through the many Spirit Worlds and to some places beyond as well.”

“There are places outside of the Spirit Worlds?”

John laughed and pulled another vine from the stone. I could see that there were thousands of tiny symbols, pictographs and writings all over it. “Oh yes. The multiverse is an inconceivably large and complex place. This obelisk is a both a map and guide post placed here long, long ago. There are similar markers in other places, other worlds. For those who recognize them and who discover the keys to unlocking their mysteries, these obelisks tell how to get to places that might otherwise be totally inaccessible. Before I leave you, I wanted to show this one to you and show you how to access at least a portion of its information. But first let me finish with Drake.

“After a few years under his guidance, I found the path that I knew that I needed to follow. Unfortunately, my destiny was not to be the Warrior, the Hunter, the Successor that Drake had been seeking in me. Our skills complimented each other in ways that found us each wishing that we had some or all of the skills and abilities of the other. We parted ways quietly after coming up with a new plan. Drake explained to me that he felt that he needed to re-create, as much as possible, the conditions that led to him becoming who he was, but that he would try to do so in such a way as to drive his chosen successor to acquire some of the same skills in the realm of Spirit that I had. That plan eventually led to your creation, and to the creation of the ORC’s.”

I dropped the vine I had pulled from the obelisk and looked into his eyes. “John, tell me this. Do any of the other ORC’s know of your involvement in helping to create the Omega Project? Do they know the role Drake had in creating their own organization?”

John shook his head. “No. Those were secrets that I have had to keep to myself. By design, none of the others share my guilt. Jason, I feel no pride in having deceived you as I have. It is a shame that I will carry with me as I leave these realms and move on to my next journey.” He held up his hands imploring me to listen just a little longer.

“Jason, I could not reveal any of this to you before because I could not risk the possibility of failure. You were our last best chance at succeeding before the An’girasii freed themselves again. Time had grown exceedingly short. I know this not from Drake and his stories, but from my own journeys and research through using these obelisks. So let me tell you how to access the information on this so that you can someday do your own research. I am not asking for your forgiveness, but only for your eventual understanding. Once you learn everything that I have, I hope that you will come to fully understand the necessity of what has been done to you. Please don’t judge me too harshly until then.”

At that point John showed me how to unlock a small portion of the mysteries of that and any other such obelisk that I might encounter. But dear reader, you will come to see how those things work in the coming weeks.

My next post will be made on Friday, January 4, 2008 where I begin the story of what happened after the surviving ORC’s fled El Diablito’s tower in the Shadowland.

A Visit From an Old Friend

I emerged from the Shadow into the forest surrounding the clearing where Yggsdrasil stood. Since I was in my actual physical form as opposed to my Spirit form, the path did not form for me as it normally would have.

I couldn’t remember the last time that I had come to this place in body as well as soul, but I felt a niggling little pull in the back of my consciousness that told me that it was time to come here. Traveling in this manner was the lazy way of accomplishing the task since it didn’t require any meditation.

I picked my way through the dark, gloomy forest, crunching heavily through the thick, dry underbrush. The forest seemed to resent my intrusion. Every low lying branch hung an inch or two lower than I thought, each root cluster standing an inch or two taller than it looked. But despite the obstacles, I pushed through and emerged into the clearing that John Red Bear had first introduced me to in his earliest instruction. Of course, I had since planted the seed that had grown into the massive black tree that now stood sentinel in the middle of the clearing.

Its massive, gnarled trunk would have required the interlocked arms of ten men to cover its entire circumference. Its enormous crown of leaves whispered in the breezes of this place, sometimes forming words that could be understood when the tree wanted to be understood, but the strangest thing about those leaves was their color. The top side of each leaf was black as the darkest, moonless night, while the bottom side of each leaf was milky white. I had found fallen leaves with the faces of people I knew etched on the white sides. The thick, gnarled root clusters spread from the trunk of the tree in every direction rising up high enough in more than one place to become impromptu benches where I, and others, could sit under the canopy. On the far side of the trunk there was a small, dark opening where the roots of tree parted to reveal a stairwell down to a cavern where a reflecting pool had formed. That part was always the same, the cavern was always on the opposite side of the tree from where I entered the clearing, no matter which direction I came from.

Sitting on its haunches amidst the roots near the trunk of the tree was the brown form of an enormous bear, a bear with a splotch of red fur on its front, left shoulder.

“John? Is that you old friend?” I almost ran as I called out towards the creature.

The massive head of the creature turned to face me, its mouth curling into a snarl that become a smile as his form shifted from that of the bear to a near-human form the glowed with an internal radiance. John raised his right hand in greeting as I approached.

“Jason!” He looked around him, pointedly glancing at the tree trunk and the canopy of black and white rustling leaves. “I see that you have seen fit to redecorate our old meeting place. I must say that I’m rather impressed.”

I reached out to take hold of his glowing hand in mine, noting the stark contrast of light and darkness as he pulled me into a fierce hug.

I shrugged as we pulled apart. “I didn’t mean to, it just sort of happened.”

He laughed. His smiling face was now free of the lines of premature aging that had once marked it. “That is not unusual in this place. Take care in this place, for all actions taken here are likely to bring about consequences that you didn’t intend.”

“Yeah, so I’ve noticed. Now instead of a quiet place of contemplation, I get a grumpy tree that likes to laugh at me and gives all sorts of cryptic advice.”

The rustling of the leaves grew louder, as if in complaint at my characterization of it, but nothing intelligible was discernible. Probably just as well.

“The Tree is a reflection of its creator, Jason. There is much for you to learn from it, however.” He pointed to a cluster of roots that was tall and long enough for both of us to easily sit. “But I called you here today to speak about other things.”

“So it was you who called to me!”

He nodded. “I have wanted to speak with you for a long time now, but I haven’t been able to get back to this place until now.”

“I would have thought that you travels through the many worlds would have taken you far from this place, John. Frankly, I’m surprised that you’ve come back at all. I’m glad you have though, because I’ve missed our lessons.”

He nodded as he looked directly into my own eyes. I felt as if he could see everything about who and what I had become since we had last spoken. I wanted to tell him about it, but speaking seemed so frivolous, so unnecessary.

“Jason, I can see that you have become far more than I ever could have imagined. I have watched as you have battled first to regain your humanity and then to become…more than human. I cried when I saw you fall to that foul creature of darkness beneath New York.

“I rejoiced to see you return and come to grips with the changes that were brought about by that experience. I wanted so badly to warn you from trying to free the creature that you know as Dracaar, but I was not permitted to interfere.”

“What do you mean that you weren’t permitted? If I had really known what it was that we were trying to do, what it was that was being freed from that damn urn, I would have taken it far, far away from our world and left it to rot.”

A single glistening, radiant tear fell down his right cheek. “I know, Jason. But as I said, I was not allowed to interfere, to help you in any way at that time.” He held up a hand to stay my next question. “I cannot discuss who prevented me, or I why I wasn’t allowed to help. It must suffice for me to say that I was simply not permitted to intervene. What is important is that the deed has been done and that it cannot, now, be undone.

“Dracaar was going to be released, by you or someone else, but it was critical for you know this new foe and for you to have access to information that would allow you and your allies to have a chance to face him and his ilk. It was crucial for you to see the nature of your true enemies.”

“Well, I’ve certainly seen that these damn creatures need to be defeated. But I have no clue how I am to do it. I had trouble facing one of their damn servants!”

He looked down at the mass of roots spread out beneath us. “Yes, the doppelganger in South Beach. You did better with the second one, but you were right in your assessment that the one in Detroit was weaker. You have made yourself known with that killing. The An’girasii will not take the slaying of one of their valuable servants lightly. That is one of the reasons I called you here.”

“Are you going to give me some clues as to how to kill these things?”

He shook his head at that. “No, that touches on other things of which I am not permitted to speak. However, I can tell you that have access to all of the clues that will lead you to find a way to stave off defeat at their hands, if only temporarily.” He reached out and touched me on the chest with his right hand and then waved up at the canopy of leaves and the tree trunk behind us. “Just as you carried within you the seed to plant this magnificent tree, your seed has been used to give birth to the one person who can bring about the final defeat of the An’girasii.”

I sat back. “Alexa?”

He nodded. “Yes. Only she can now bring about their total defeat, though the costs may be higher than even she may be able to bear. But while only Alexa can trigger the keys to final victory over the An’girasii and their minions, she will never be permitted that chance unless you and the ORC’s first find those keys and get them to her, all while protecting her from them.”

I shook my own head. “How can the fate of the world rest in the hands of toddler? How can all that pressure rest on the head and shoulders of any one person period?”

He raised his hand to stop my questions. “It has taken extreme efforts over many millennia by secret allies that I cannot reveal to bring about this one chance.”

“You mean there are ‘secret allies’ out there that have been running this show? Why can’t these assholes, whoever the Hell they are, step in give us some real damn assistance? John, can’t you help me to understand this?”

A second tear rolled down his cheek. “I can only say that there are Laws that prevent these allies from providing any of the direct assistance that you are asking for.”

I threw up my hands. “What the Hell is it with all of these damn ‘laws’? I was a cop and am now and FBI agent. I don’t know of any damn ‘laws’ that would affect this shit! Drake keeps talking about ‘laws’ that the An’girasii have to live by, and that damn elf queen, the Lady of the Lake or whatever the Hell she was, mentioned stuff about ‘laws’ too.”

He laid a hand on my leg. “Jason. I know this all seems so foreign and strange to you now. When I was alive, I was not aware of any of this myself. It is only in the traveling that I have done since my death, and the knowledge that I have gained in those travels, that has given me the perspective I now have. Please understand that the people you have just mentioned have already provided you some of the clues that you will need in order to have a chance at helping Alexa succeed in achieving her mission. Drake is with you for a reason. He holds answers that no one else possesses about the An’girasii.” He brought his hand to tap me on the chest. “Drake has answers about who, and what, you have become. Listen for those clues in what he has to say and perhaps you will find the strength to do what must be done.”

He looked away from me as I sat in stunned silence.

“You have time yet, to seek those clues. The An’girasii are just beginning to emerge again and will take some time yet to gather their strength. They have yet to understand your true significance and the significance of Alexa. Luckily, they also have a disdain for human technology and methods of communication or the telling of this story as you have been until now could be disastrous.”

“Oh shit. Should I stop blogging about this stuff?”

John shook his head again and looked me in the eyes. “No. It is part of what keeps you in touch with your humanity. And it is that which will enable you to face the coming challenges with a chance to succeed. If you lose touch with your humanity, then all hope is lost.”

John stood up. The glow within him grew brighter, his body more translucent. “Jason, I must take my leave.”

I stood up as well. “Will I see you again, John?”

His face looked very somber. “Perhaps. If given the opportunity, I will gladly visit with you again, but that may not be for me to decide.”

I reached out to touch him as his body continued to grow brighter and more transparent. He took my hand in a grasp that was warm and strong. I could feel energy flowing from him as it entered into my own Spirit, filling me with joy and peace as he flashed brighter and faded away.

The whispering of the leaves reflected a sadness that I shared as I sat down again to think on all that was said.

Puzzling Choices and Surprising Revelations

“I’m not sure what to do next.” I paced restlessly back and forth, the wooden floorboards of the Professor’s library creaking under my weight. “Do we focus on putting Dick Arnold and his shell companies out of business, or concentrate on the An’girasii like Drake wants me to do? I don’t like how things are shaping up.”

Jim was comfortably resting in his worn leather easy chair, a half-full 2 liter bottle of Diet Pepsi in hand. His eyes followed me as I paced, but his thoughts were clearly distant.

“Has Agent Wilson reported any more killings that look like the ones you dealt with in South Beach?”

I stopped briefly, looked back at him and shook my head. “No. Nothing is showing up as that glaring just yet, but there are a couple of historical cases where she is getting the old files on. She said she’d let me know when they arrived.”

He took a swig from the bottle before setting it down. “Well if there is anything to be found, she’ll find it. She was one of Ravyn’s best students. We were sorry to see her go, but at least we have a reliable contact at the Bureau again.”

“What, I’m not reliable enough for you?”

Jim laughed. “Well, you don’t actually spend much time down at Quantico, do you? Besides Ravyn’s not wrong when she points out how clueless you can be when it comes to dealing with people.”

“Hey now, that’s not fair. Do you know how hard it is to get people to open up and talk to you when you got a face like this? Even FBI agents turn around and walk the other way when they see me coming.”

Jim held up his hands in mock surrender. “Hey, I’m just agreeing with Ravyn. I’m not much of a small talker either. But you have to admit, Jennifer has an easier time talking her way into gossip and secrets than you do!”

I nodded. “Well it also helps that she has the Talents she does to read people and profile people. I certainly don’t have the people skills that she does, or the cute smile either.”

He smiled at that. “Right. Now back to the issue at hand. I’ve heard some troubling rumors from number of non-ORC Casters who’ve told me about a recruiting campaign that has been taking place.”

“Who is being recruited and who’s doing the recruiting?”

Jim got up from his chair and walked over to the window, looking out on his unnaturally green backyard for a late December day. “The Casters that are being recruited are the ones that we ORC’s have always been mindful of, the unsavory, unethical types who use their special talents solely for personal gain, usually at the expense of clueless, defenseless innocent people with no inherent Talent themselves.”

He turned back from the window, reached into a pocket in his jeans to pull out a small, transparent orb. He stared down into it briefly before he looked up and tossed it in my direction. “Catch!”

I bobbled the small, egg sized orb before securing it with both hands. I brought it up to closer to my face with my right hand, holding it firmly between thumb and index finger.

“What’s this?”

Jim settled back down into his easy chair, chuckling as he did so. “You catch about as well as our poor Tiger’s pitchers. Perhaps Jim Leyland should include you in that special fielding practice that he’s got ready for our pitchers this spring. That orb contains the entire field report from one of our moles. That will give you a very good idea of who is doing this recruiting.”

“Wait a minute…we have moles? How big of an organization do we actually have here? And how come I was never told about us having our own moles and spies?”

Jim glanced up at me through the wire-rimmed glasses that had slid down his nose and sighed. “Rusty, even with everything that we have been through together over the last year and a half, you have only seen the tip of the iceberg as far as this organization goes. Part of the reason for that has been happenstance, but the main reason has been by design. It has only been recently that we could be absolutely certain that you weren’t an agent of Drake’s trying to infiltrate our organization. There was simply too much at stake to risk revealing our entire organization and its resources to a person as dangerous as Drake and too someone as dangerous as you had become.”

That last sentence staggered me. “You were worried about me?”

He nodded. “We had to be.”

“It was John Red Bear who sought me out, not the other way around you know.”

“I know. It was also John’s advice that we were following to limit our exposure with you. Even he was worried that you could either be a double agent, or that you would fall prey to forces beyond your ability to control. That’s why you’ve dealt with a relatively small number of us to date. We’ve had to keep our exposure limited to Ravyn’s Phoenix Clan and her associate members such as the Frau, Cerrydwen and myself, plus Herne and Moira and a few folks that you met in Vegas.”

“How damn big is this organization?”

His expression was completely blank as he replied. “Big enough.”

“What, don’t you trust me yet?”

“It’s not merely a matter of trust, Rusty. It’s a matter of a need to know. Right now you don’t really have a need to know details that are really unimportant right now.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me, Jim. After all of the shit we’ve been through together, you’re pulling this on me? What the Hell do I have to do for you guys to fully trust me and treat me as an equal?”

Now he smiled. “I thought you’d never ask. Rusty, would you like to become a fully vested member of the Organization of Responsible Casters?”

I shook my head, but couldn’t keep from smiling myself. “Yeah, I would. So what do I need to do?”

Jim got up out of the chair again. As he moved towards me, he held out his right hand which held another small crystal orb. This orb will give you some details about the induction ceremony and what all it entails. Take some time to review the information in both orbs, while I make the necessary arrangements for your formal induction.”

“One question, how do I get the information out of these things?”

He chuckled again as he passed me. “Hold the one you want to view clasped in your right hand and just state the password. The images will begin playing in your head. The password for each stone is ‘Betsy.’ I would sit down when you are watching the images. It can be very disorienting. Now, if you will excuse me, I have some arrangements to make.”

I sat down in easy chair, looked at the orb in each hand and tried to decide which one to view first.

A Brief Yuletide Respite--An ORC Family Reunion

Yesterday, I had the honor of attending a Yule dinner at the Phoenix Coop. It was a full fledged Pagan feast hosted by Ravyn, organized by Katherine, and run with drill sergeant-like precision by the Frau and her dreaded sauce-covered Wooden Spoon of Doom.

The Coop was jam-packed with the entire extended family of Casters that had trained under Ravyn’s patient tutelage in addition to all of the folks who become family over the last almost two years of adventure.

Of course, my entire family, including my daughter Alexa and her mother, Naomi were present. Alexa, as she always seemed to be, was the center of attention. Her infectious smile and peals of giggling laughter caused more than her share of bright smiles and tears of joy. At nearly 18 months old, Alexa toddled and scoot around the house and through the legs of unsuspecting adults with the agility of a house cat. Somehow, she managed to find the time and energy to spend time with each person in the house, crawling into laps, playing games, and just plain cuddling in a way that left everyone at the party marveling at her.

Naomi kept herself close to our daughter wherever she went, keeping one watchful eye on her in the way that mothers everywhere do while making polite, but distracted small talk with other guests. She lit up and basked in the praise that was heaped upon her for our beautiful daughter, but she also radiant in her own right. She had made great strides in discovering and mastering her talents under the tutelage of Ravyn and it showed in her newly found self-confidence.

Jim tried to keep a fairly low profile, as he was always uncomfortable in large groups, but all of that ended when Alexa crawled up into his lap with a book in hand. It was a tradition that had been going on now for the last six months whenever she saw him. Somehow Alexa knew that the one surefire way to draw the Professor out of his self-imposed shell was to offer him the opportunity read out loud to her. It didn’t matter what the book was about, this particular book was an illustrated children’s version of Bulfinch’s Mythology. A small crowd that included the beaming Naomi gathered as Jim opened the book and threw himself into a rousing impersonation of Zeus’s voice thundering down from Mount Olympus.

Cerrydwen was the next victim of Alexa’s tour. After having been shooed from the kitchen Hurricane Frau, Cerrydwen found herself standing at the back of the crowd as the Professor finished his tale to a round of applause. He looked up in red-faced amazement to see that he was surrounded by an appreciative audience. With a quick smooch on the cheek for Jim, Alexa was up and bouncing through the forest of adult legs before a path could clear for her. A quick, mischievous giggle was all of the warning that Cerrydwen had before she found herself with an armful of wriggling, giggling happiness.

Cerrdywen’s normally dour demeanor melted away as she was smothered in an avalanche of Alexa’s hugs and kisses. But even as the onlookers were treated to an ever-so-rare smile from Cerrydwen, she was led away, hand in hand, by Alexa to enjoy some quiet time with Alexa in her room, Naomi trailing behind at a discrete distance.

I found Katherine, Kenny and Jasmine catching up on as they nibbled on vegetables from a party tray. Jasmine leaped up from her seat and buried me in a huge bear hug, to be joined shortly by the strong arms of Kenny. Katherine stayed back, watching as the kids and I spent a few moments together bonding.

I looked up to her, and saw for the first time in a very long time that she was the strong, independent woman that I had fallen in love with so long ago. She had a presence, the strength of Will, of a person who was now confident that she could take on any potential foe, any challenge, head-on. She nodded towards the backdoor and extended a welcoming hand towards me. “Let’s take a walk, Jason.”

I nodded, hugged the kids once again and took her small hand in mine as she led me towards the backdoor and the quiet darkness of the unseasonably warm northern Illinois night. Silently, she led me out the door and towards the small stone circle that was so familiar.

She took a seat on the metal bench and motioned for me to join her, which I did.

“So what’s up? You’re looking very good, by the way.”

She smiled, brought a hand up to my cheek. “I just wanted a private moment with you, Jason. There’s something I wanted to share with you, I was just waiting for the right moment.”

“What’s that?”

Her hand dropped to her lap as she looked away briefly before looking me in the eye again. “I’m sorry that things had to end the way they did…” Tears were rolling down her cheek as she sobbed.

I reached out and touched her hand gently. “Hey, I think that’s all water under the bridge now Kate. I know I certainly wasn’t the perfect husband that you deserved.”

She waved me quiet with her other hand, took a deep breath and composed herself once more. “Jason, I know that we were both at fault in how things ended between us, and I also know that Drake made things worse so that things would break down between us. I know all of that. I’m sorry though, for everything that you’ve had to give up to make all of this happen, but I also want you to know how much I appreciate that things did work out this way.” She squeezed my hand as she paused. “I can’t tell you how happy I am now for the way things have worked out. I have finally found some of what I had been searching for all of my life. For all of the hard times we went through, the sacrifices that had to be made, I want to thank you for being the man who I loved, and still, with all of my heart and soul.”

I didn’t know how to respond. It had been so long since we had talked, really talked to each other like this.

She held up her hand again, forestalling the stuttering words I was trying to find. She leaned close to me, looking up into my eyes with an expression I hadn’t seen from her in years, the expression of love. “I also wanted to tell you that I have been working with someone and that I can now travel to that place where you describe the Tree. I’ve been there and seen it.” Her eyes narrowed into a very sultry ‘come hither’ look. “I would like to see just how magickal that place can be, if you know what I mean.”

“You mean…”

She nodded. “I’ll bet spirit sex in that place would be mind-blowing. I want you, Jason Smith.”

“Uh…um…now?”

“No, not right this instant, but soon. And I won’t take no for an answer.”

I gave her hand a squeeze before pulling closer in an embrace. “Count on it babe. You name the time, and I’ll be there.”

We were still hugging when a bundled up, but exuberant Alexa came bouncing outside, followed closely by a hurrying Naomi, a regal Ravyn, and a gaggle of followers who seemed curious as to why they had been told to come out in the balmy December night.

Soon we were joined by nearly everyone who had come to mean so much me over the last year and half. The crowd gathered around the edges of the stone circle that Alexa had moved to the center of, dancing and cooing in the nonsensical baby-talk language that she used.

As each person joined the circle they gripped the hand of the two people next to them. Naomi was to might right, and Katherine to my left. Kenny and Jasmine stood next in line from their mother, followed by Jim, the Frau, Cerrydwen and Ravyn almost directly across from me. Moira and Herne, the FBI agent Jenny Wilson and then Zenny Al Farhan and T’tubah filled in the final spaces of the circle.

When the circle was closed, everyone fell silent, as did Alexa. With supernatural ease for a toddler who normally seemed to have trouble walking in a straight line, she stood tall and straight, raising both of her arms to starlit night. We all followed her gaze and gasped in amazement at the sight of a shooting star streaking across the sky at that exact moment.

The comet blazed with a pure, brilliant blue light with an enormous tail that stretched half way across the sky, bathing the whole scene in a pearlescent blue light for nearly a minute. But none of were paying any attention to the light shed by the comet anymore as a clear, sweet voice came forth from the child at the center of our gathering.

“Dearest loved ones; take a brief moment to give thanks for the blessings that have been bestowed upon us in this time of death and rebirth. Know that it is from Death that new Life may spring forth brighter and more vibrant, stronger and more resilient. Know that this time that we have together is all too brief, but that the Love that we share is Eternal. Know that the times of great trial will soon be upon us and that great sacrifices will be required before the Dawn of New Hope will brighten our sky once again. Know though, that when all else seems lost and the night becomes darkest, that Hope and Love will see you through the time of travails. Know that my Love for each of you is as boundless as the night sky above us.”

As the strange blue light faded, Alexa’s arms came back down to her sides. She giggled once and took off at a staggering, stumbling run right into Ravyn’s arms.

Ravyn gathered up the child and stood back up. Looking at each of us in turn, Ravyn finally broke the awed silence. “Let us each remember this night. We have each glimpsed something of the person this child will become. Let us also hold onto the hope of which she spoke so eloquently. It may be that Hope and our Love for her and for each other that sees us through the coming time.” She paused for effect, before breaking into a huge grin. “But tonight, tonight we give thanks for the blessings that we have right now, right here. The Frau has managed to put together an impressive feast. So let us celebrate Yule this night in peace and love. Let’s go eat!”


(No post next weekend due to family obligations--next post to come in the weekend of New Year's.)

It was the best of times...

Despite the looming uncertainties about what exactly Draakar was, and what he intended to do with Drake’s body, the first few months after Drake’s defeat were great.

Zenny Al Farhan, Naomi and Alexa all returned with Ravyn to the Phoenix Coop, where both Zenny and Naomi began their first lessons in becoming full-fledged Casters in their own right.

Alexa was quickly adopted by all of the other residents of the co-op and named ‘Princess of the Coop’. She essentially had the run of the place, even Ravyn deferred to the Princess, especially when she flashed that toothless smile of hers.

Ravyn did manage to put both Zenny and Naomi to work in running the Coop itself, allowing her to spend more time instructing and playing with Alexa than she had before. She had also ‘convinced’ the Professor that all of her new students should receive scholarships, sponsored by the ORC, Inc. treasury.

The Professor continued his research and studies, both of the data taken from Bernstein’s computer files, and of the portion of stolen VortiCorp files that we had recovered in Miami when we broke up Drake’s organization.

Cerrydwen and the Frau returned to their secretive ways, although they too made frequent visits to the Coop to check in on the Princess and the rest of the crew there.

Herne and Moira returned to their Colorado home, although they were beginning to make grumbling noises about moving to somewhere more ‘natural.’ Herne kept hinting that Alaska was his choice destination for early retirement. Somehow, the thought of him loose in the primeval forests of Alaska seemed just about right.

I had to return to work, pulling several small, but still significant assignments over the months that all involved travel to some extent. The Bureau was learning to appreciate the value of an agent that didn’t need sleep or food, and who they didn’t have to worry about getting hurt. Some of the cases that I was involved with were interesting enough to write about, but I felt that owed you, my gentle readers the full effort of getting the main story of Drake’s downfall down. I will write about some of these cases as time permits, but I will not let them get in the way of any of the more important stories that I have to tell.

I did find time to return on an almost weekly basis to visit the Coop to check in on Jasmine (my oldest daughter-who was also studying under Ravyn) and Alexa. I also made some time to take Kenny to a few Detroit Tigers baseball games this summer, it was nice to bond with my son while watching the first winning Tigers team in his living memory.

There were two unresolved issues that took some dealing with during the last few months.

The first of these issues, was the new sword that I now had the burden of carrying. Excalibur was a blade of legendary powers, but it had a stubborn streak that was as wide as it’s reputation was large. The blade simply wouldn’t allow me leave it anywhere I chose to, it wanted to be borne as the legendary weapon it knew that it was. The problem with carrying such a weapon around, of course, was that I was already conspicuous enough as a walking corpse. Add three feet of gleaming, sharp steel, and you have one truly noticeable oddity.

The solution to this dilemma was provided by the Merlin. After a couple of weeks of tinkering, he was able to devise a special sheath that actually shifted the blade into the Shadowland, yet still allow me to carry it around. Thus the blade was always handy, in both the Shadow and in the physical world, should I need to to retrieve it.

The second issue would not be so easily resolved. That will be the subject of next couple of posts...