Chapter 3

 

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The Palace, Sirona’s Quarters

 

Sirona and Myttrwn wasted no time. A large reception room was transformed into a training centre, complete with a glasslike box the size and shape of two old-fashioned telephone booths. Sleeping arrangements consisted of two rooms across from the training centre, one for Angi and Vette, the other for Wolfram and Morgan. A few personal items had been transferred from their suites for the three days.

Vette and Angi were together in their bedroom. Vette, testing the makeshift bed, commented, “This reminds me of my rookie days in the RCMP; temporary and basic. But then again we won’t be needing much. Angi, I expect Sirona is a tough taskmaster when the situation demands.”

“She certainly is,” replied Angi, remembering her early medallion training back in Scotland.

In a somber mood, Vette said, “Angi, I’ll only say this to you. Zolar and this initiation business makes my stomach churn. He’s intelligent, cunning and capable of almost anything. I get prickly when my enemy controls a gigantic closed building which we’re about to enter. This whole thing stinks and I can’t do a damn thing about it.”

“Vette, don’t be fooled by my easy agreement. I have the same misgivings but I realized that it was pointless wasting time discussing something that was out of Sirona’s and Myttrwn’s control. It reminds me of my former life. There were times when I had to bite my tongue over some idiotic rule or policy, admittedly not as dire as this. And speaking of constitutions, Canada almost goes ballistic at any hint of changing our constitution. It would be our misfortune to encounter a ‘first’ in this kingdom.”

“Yah, you’re right, Angi. The RCMP was jam-packed with rules and regulations and some equally unwise policies. Whatever Sirona and Myttrwn can do to make this easier, I’m all for it. Let’s find the others and get started.”

Wolfram and Morgan were just exiting their room when Angi and Vette opened their door.

“I’m glad we’re together,” said Wolfram, “Combining our talents, especially Angi’s medallion, should give us a fighting chance. Add that to whatever Sirona and Myttrwn have to offer, we should be fine.”

“But that oversized phone booth looks menacing,” came Morgan’s input, nervous about so many mounting unknowns.

Opening the reception room door they found Sirona and Myttrwn sorting clothes on a long table.

“Come over here,” beckoned Sirona, “We’ve decided you’ll be wearing our field uniforms. The uniforms have been modified for you. I believe we have your sizes but I’ll need you to try on each item so we can be sure. Once you’ve collected your set, we’ll return to your bedrooms. I’ll go with the women and Myttrwn will go with the men. You will be training in these. It may take time to get used to the boots.”

Angi thought as she touched the material, “It’s light and smooth to the touch, I bet it’s also loaded with sensors.”

Sirona proceeded with an explanation of the items. “The uniform consists of a tunic, pants and boots. The long-sleeved blue tunic slips over your head and goes to your hips. The tightly rolled collar on the tunic contains a head covering suitable for all weather. The pale gray pants are loose fitting and are designed to fit into the boots which will come to just above your ankle. The foot coverings, designed to keep your feet cool and dry, make their own calculated adjustment as circumstances demand. At first, you’ll feel a slight movement as your boots conform to your feet.”

When the uniforms were collected they headed back to their bedrooms. Once dressed Angi and Vette discovered concealed pockets on the tunic and along the pant legs. Vette then asked, “How effective is this material against attack?”

“It will repel most items hurled at it like rocks, sand, or small weapons like knives,” was Sirona’s reply. “For combat missions we wear a different uniform. Now walk about the room. Tomorrow, I’ll be adding a belt with attachments. We’ll begin testing these suits tonight. Let’s join the others.”

As they entered the reception room Wolfram and Morgan were already present, dressed in identical attire.

Myttrwn walked towards the glasslike structure and said, “In the next three days, this chamber will be used not only to test your uniforms but to familiarize you with how it reacts to certain elements. This testing device allows only one occupant at a time. Wolfram, how about you starting the process?”

“Should I unravel whatever is in this collar before I enter?” asked Wolfram.

“That would help. Can I get the rest of you to do the same?” replied Myttrwn. Sirona assisted where necessary.

They watched Wolfram through the enclosure as Myttrwn went to a small outer panel and initiated the program. Wolfram endured five minute intervals of rain, snow, heat and wind. Emerging from the testing chamber, he exclaimed, “Wow that was something. This uniform came alive; parts tightened, then released and tightened again. The uniform was great, but Myttrwn, I need help with this headgear. I never got the hang of it.”

“We can deal with that,” said Myttrwn as he proceeded to check Wolfram’s uniform for breaks or problems and asked, “How about your feet, Wolfram? Did they stay cool and dry?”

“Yes, the boots are fantastic. They’re not only lightweight, but they kept readjusting on their own. In the snow I could sense some warming. My feet were never hot, cold or sweaty.”

“Good,” came Myttrwn’s satisfied reply. Then turning to the others he said, “Now that you’ve witnessed what happened to Wolfram, I’ll proceed with the rest of you. Morgan, your next, then Angi and last Vette. Be aware, tonight we’ll stick to five minutes, and then we’ll add five more minutes each day for each element.”

After a few minor uniform adjustments and a demonstration on how the headgear worked, the evening ended with Sirona saying, “That’s all for tonight. We’ll begin at dawn tomorrow. I expect you to appear in these uniforms. On the third evening I’ll have them cleaned for your initiation. Tomorrow’s schedule will include an explanation of the pyramid and an introduction to your belt and attachments. Angi will be spending time with Myttrwn regarding the medallion. We have much to cover and little time.”

It was hard to sleep. The abrupt change of events had caught them off guard. Staring into the darkness, each wrestled with their own fears. While Myttrwn’s comments had changed their view on death, its potential immediacy was an alarming concept.

Dawn arrived too quickly. Dressed in their newly acquired uniforms the four discovered food laid out on a table set up in one corner of the reception room. The entire wing of the Palace had been declared off limits by Sirona. Her hand-picked crew wheeled the food into an outer corridor and departed. Not wanting anyone to see the four candidates in kingdom uniforms, Sirona wheeled the food into the reception room herself.

Sirona, with the aid of a hologram, began the first day as she foretold, “As you can see by the cut away, the pyramid has seven chambers, seven being the serpent’s symbolic number. The four of you will enter the pyramid through this doorway at its base. We will gather at dawn in front of this door on your initiation day.”

“I see each chamber gets smaller as one advances,” noted Vette.

“Yes, but the holographic program will give you the impression that the space is much bigger no matter which level you’re on,” replied Sirona.

“Is the holographic program specific to each Grade of Initiation,” asked Angi?

“Actually,” replied Sirona, “the first four chambers of the pyramid have similar elements for all three grades, just like you experienced last night. But, the situation grows more intense as you advance from Grades One to Three. Chambers five and six will consist of one or more of the following; darkness, confusion, monsters or spirits, flashing lights, extreme sounds, snakes or some combination. The seventh chamber is different. In that chamber your path may be restricted by invisible barriers as you make your way towards a raised altar with, in your case, four golden crystals. Your objective is to retrieve these crystals.”

“How much time can we expect to spend in each chamber?” asked Wolfram.

“Since you will be in a Grade One program, you can expect three hours in chambers one to six, the last one is usually less,” replied Sirona.

“How long is it for Grades Two and Three?” asked Wolfram.

“Grade Two is five hours, and Grade Three is seven,” replied Sirona.

“Who designs the holographic programs?” asked Morgan.

There was a hesitation before Sirona replied, “Zolar and his assistants create the programs.”

“That’s not what I wanted to hear,” replied Angi, “How can we be sure he won’t adulterate the Grade One program?”

In a forceful voice Myttrwn responded, “I’ll make sure. I’ll check your program the morning of the Initiation,” trying not to betray his own uneasiness.

“That’s comforting,” replied Vette and thought to herself, “But I expect Zolar is clever enough to mask or bastardize such readings. This situation grows more dangerous by the minute.”

It was Morgan’s turn to comment, “As I understand it, in Grade One, the four of us should experience in the first four chambers something like the elements tested last night. The next two chambers will present other hazards. The seventh chamber is where we are expected to collect the crystals. Is that a capsulated version of what’s before us?”

“That’s right,” replied Sirona. “Also, I would advise you to seek the highest ground in whatever chamber you are in as this will lead you to the next chamber. In the first four chambers, when the three hours are up, you will first hear a loud click before a gate swings open to the next chamber. But in chambers five and six you will need to answer a riddle before the gates open.”

Wolfram gritted his teeth, and said, “Damn it, I’m lousy at riddles.”

“Then leave that joy to us three,” replied Morgan. “By the way, Sirona, what happens if we fail to answer the riddle?”

“You have three chances…………if you do not succeed, the door will remain closed and we’ll have to rescue you. But, we will know this as we will be monitoring your every movement.”

“That’s reassuring as long as the technology works,” replied Wolfram. Then he thought to himself, “Keep the negativity down, old boy, or you’re going to spook the rest of the team.”

“OK,” said Morgan, “let me try again. In the Grade One initiation we will expect to go through four holographic programs in the first four chambers where we will encounter different elements such as rain, snow, heat and wind. In the next two chambers we should encounter different holographic programs and have to answer two riddles to open the gates. After about eighteen hours, we finally enter the seventh chamber where we must retrieve four crystals placed on an altar. Is that it?”

“That’s it Morgan, except I must point out, the holographic programs will seem all too real and they will have built-in obstacles. These obstacles vary with each program,” Sirona was hoping no one would ask about obstacle probabilities as it would absorb too much time. No one asked.

Then Vette interjected, “Am I missing something? What you have described seems relatively innocuous. So, why the special uniforms and advanced tools?”

It was Myttrwn’s turn to speak, “Actually, Vette, the uniqueness of this particular situation warrants the extra caution. We too are concerned about the outcome. We should, under our laws, trust Zolar that he will do precisely as expected,” Myttrwn hesitated before continuing. “But, just in case, Sirona and I want to be sure we have given you every possible advantage.”

“That’s alarming,” thought Wolfram, “Myttrwn and Sirona are as apprehensive as I am. I best prepare for hell and be grateful for all the armament they can provide.”

With a sigh Angi commented, “Well, it’s good to have our joint suspicions out in the open, but there’s no point in dwelling on this. Let’s move on. Is there anything else we should know about the pyramid?”

Sirona, also eager to press on, replied, “Just that the exit door in the top chamber will open when you retrieve the crystals, it’s part of the initiation program.” With no further questions she directed them to the long table which had been replenished.

“Today I’ll introduce you to your belt and attachments. Once described, I want you to practice using them for the rest of the day.” She began by passing around four silver-toned belts with a number of metal hooks, saying, “You will need only a small number of these hooks on this journey.”

Each one examined the belt and felt the strength of the metal hooks.

Sirona continued, “On the first hook you will attach this cylinder,” she passed an empty cylinder for them to examine. “This cylinder will contain a special liquid intended to provide you with sufficient water and nourishment for twenty-five hours. Take sips, as needed. I advise you,………..no, I command you,…….. do not drink or eat anything presented to you in the pyramid.”

The four examined the slim metal cylinder and under Sirona’s instructions learned to open and close the firm clasp and attach and remove it from their belt hook. “Your cylinders will be filled on the third night by Myttrwn.”

Next she picked up what appeared to be a set of goggles. She demonstrated their secure fitting and removal, saying, “These will be in this soft fabric case. From this point on, we will get you to wear these in the testing booth. Note, if you press the top of the goggles once, you can get distance and twice for night vision. A third press takes you back to normal.” She watched as each one tested the goggles for themselves.

Pushing on, Sirona picked up a small round bag and emptied the contents on the table, saying, “Angi will be familiar with this item, it’s a………what do you call it?…….. Ah yes, a First Aid kit, only this is our version.” She then proceeded to describe each item. The first was a flat metal object that fitted into the palm of her hand. “If you flick the switch upward it will provide a spray for germ protection of any wound, and pressing it downward gives you a spray to mend your uniform.” Then she turned to the rest of the kit. “This is a tube of burn ointment. This single pad can expand to cover a wider surface if you stretch the corners. This raised corner if pressed will return it to its original size. Similarly, this silver square is a blanket. Press one corner for it to enlarge and the opposite for it to return to normal. This stick-like device expands by pulling at both ends to make a splint which can encase a leg. This cord is tough enough to support your entire body. This metal object can be transformed into a knife, boring tool, or utensil. This is fastening tape and finally, this flat item can become a cup.”

“What do we do if anyone needs something for pain?” asked Angi.

“Ah yes, in this square package tucked into a side pocket of the bag, there are two tablets. I caution you that these are very powerful. Myttrwn assures me these have been modified to your bodies. Each one will give relief for twelve hours. Actually, I’m hoping none of these will be needed. Examine and practice using the items I’ve opened on the table. Keep your own kit intact.” To avoid a mix-up, each one snapped their own kit to their belt.

Then continuing, Sirona waving a pair of gloves, said, “I’m adding a pair of gloves. They are suitable for all climates. Tuck a pair into one of your leg pockets. You can also use one of the uniform pockets to store your crystal when it’s retrieved.”

Next she brought out a bronze cross-like item with a loop at one end which she held in her hand, saying, “This is a vital implement on any field assignment. Myttrwn has reduced the number of applications and programmed it to respond to your language. Its smallness defies its many uses. We refer to this as our ‘Aqk’, you can use any term you wish. Let me show you how it works.”

Before Sirona began Morgan whispered to Wolfram, “That looks like an Egyptian cross, we call it an ‘Ankh’……….I wonder,………..” his comments ceased as Sirona began the demonstration.

Using different commands the Aqk became a short walking stick, a long walking stick, a throwing stick, and a weapon, a long stick with a bright light in its looped end, different types of lights, a metal umbrella, and a shield. Once the demonstration was over Sirona said, “Now I want you to space yourselves in this room and practice with your own Aqks. By early afternoon I want you to be able to do exactly as I have just demonstrated.”

Giving themselves about ten feet distance they spent time with Sirona and Myttrwn mastering the Aqk. The afternoon of the first day was absorbed in the testing booth, more practice with the Aqk, getting familiar with the First Aid items, and Angi working with Myttrwn. For the first time the other three witnessed Angi’s growing expertise with the medallion; her levitation, the ease of moving objects around the room and her quick response to Myttrwn’s commands.

Exhausted at the end of the first day, they fell into bed and into a deep slumber.

The second day, after an early meal they waited wondering if it would be a repeat of day one. But to their surprise a large screen had appeared with Myttrwn standing guard preventing access to what lay behind it.

Sirona directed them to four chairs some distance from the screen. Myttrwn took charge. “This morning we are going to introduce you to your travelling companions. With that, on a verbal command, the screen evaporated to reveal four identical but different coloured dogs that sat motionless.

“Labs,”……… exclaimed Angi, “How marvelous. Are they real?”

“Labs,” asked Wolfram, “What kind of dog is that?”

“Ah Wolfram, you are about to hear,” replied Myttrwn with a slight grin. “In this kingdom we have a great respect for working dogs. When Sirona asked Angi about her preferred breed of dog, this was her answer. After some investigation, I would concur. To save time I’ll give you a short course. On an eastern Island in the home country of Angi and Vette these unique Labrador dogs were bred to assist the fishermen. I’ve chosen the female for her smaller size. As a working dog they are very intelligent, and quick at running and swimming. Webbing between their toes aids in swimming and may serve as snowshoes. Its interwoven coat is waterproof. Its jaws are powerful, and it is reported, they enjoy holding objects gently in their mouths. They have a steady temperament, love company, have a good work ethic and are relatively quiet, but they do bark. The only difference between these four and your back home variety is that these are bio-robots. I’ve used different colours for easy identification. Now, I would like you to silently think of a name for your dog. Sirona will ask each one of you to come forward, whisper that name to her. The secrecy is to avoid name duplication.”

“Let’s begin,” said Sirona, “Angi come along.” Whispering, Sirona said, “Angi, this cream coloured dog with the white paws is for you. What name have you chosen?”

“Skylar,” whispered Angi.

“Fine,” replied Sirona, “Now repeat that name three times into the dog’s right ear.”

Angi did as instructed and the dog came alive, wagging its tail in response.

“Angi, take Skylar back to your seat and wait. Command her to sit. She will obey you.” As instructed Skylar sat beside Angi, waiting.

Next came Vette, who was directed to a coffee coloured dog with a splash of white over one eye and ear. She chose the name ‘Rafie.’ Wolfram’s dog was black with a lightning white streak down its nose. He chose the name ‘Dusky.’ And finally Morgan’s dog was fox red in colour with a white chest, the red colour almost matching his own hair. He chose the name ‘Macky.’ As he returned to his seat Morgan whispered to Wolfram, “I always wanted a dog.”

Myttrwn continued, “For the rest of today I will be working with each one of you to get acquainted with your dog. You’ll need to be a working partnership by tomorrow. Note that as a bio-robot these dogs neither eat nor drink, otherwise they will appear quite normal.”

The dogs proved to be not only a welcome addition but their gentle disposition helped reduce the stress.

Day three found everyone in full training mode testing the uniforms and tools and getting better acquainted with their dogs.

At day’s end, Sirona asked them to change back into their regular clothes as she would personally make sure their uniforms were ready for the next morning. She also wanted them out of uniform when Andrew arrived. Her instructions for Andrew’s visit were precise, “You will make no mention of your training; uniforms, tools or dogs. I will escort Andrew to the men’s bedroom where you four will be waiting. He will have fifteen minutes, no longer.” She feared any more time might endanger their well-crafted plan.

At precisely five o’clock, Sirona ushered Andrew into the men’s bedroom and left, trusting the group to follow her orders. Andrew’s demeanor was both formal and warm-hearted. With a forced smile he greeted them with, “My, it’s good to see you four. I expect Sirona and Myttrwn have been busy. I know they’ve done everything in their power to help you. My frustration, and that of the rest of our team, is that we can’t do more. You’re well and ready for tomorrow?”

“Yes,” replied Wolfram, “We’ve been well cared for and are as prepared as we can be.” Seeing the worried look on Andrew’s face he wasn’t about to say more.

“I needed to see you for myself,” replied Andrew. “I know you can’t reveal anything, I prefer it that way. Tomorrow is going to be a long day for all of us. I know you will make it, especially with Angi and her medallion. But try and reduce your risks, get through this as fast as you can. We’ll be following your progress and will celebrate when it’s over.” They had little time to discuss much more when the time ran out and Sirona returned. As Andrew was about to depart he turned and unexpectedly hugged each one, saying, “See you at dawn tomorrow morning.”……….. When Sirona and Andrew departed the room went silent.

Angi finally spoke, “Months ago, I could never have imagined being part of such a unique family. Andrew has become like a father to us. He’s deeply worried but like an old soldier stands stalwart before the battle.”

“He reminds me of my father,” replied Vette, “When we get home, wherever that is now, I must make arrangements for Andrew and my father to meet. They should get along splendidly.”

Before Morgan could comment Sirona returned carrying a tray. “You will need a good night’s sleep. You will be rising before dawn. Myttrwn would like you to drink this before retiring.” Trusting Sirona and Myttrwn, they drank the amber potion.

They slept soundly and were surprised at how alert they felt the next morning.

In her familiar but commanding voice, Sirona woke them with, “Come, it’s time, get into your uniforms. Myttrwn and I will do a last minute inspection. While you cannot eat, you can drink. I want you to take this greenish liquid prepared by Myttrwn. It’s intended to boost your entire body. Myttrwn has transported the dogs to an alcove just inside the pyramid entrance. On the dogs collar you will find your Aqk and goggles, two items I do not want Zolar to know about. He will complain about the uniforms but my mother has already approved them. You will need to activate your dogs as we’ve practiced. I won’t be able to say much at the pyramid site so I’ll say it now, “You are a remarkable foursome. I know you have the intelligence and ingenuity to get through this. With Angi’s skills and our enhancements it should work. But I assure you, Myttrwn and I will be relieved when this is over.”

Not knowing when they might have another chance, Angi replied, “On our behalf, Sirona, we want to thank you and Myttrwn for everything you’ve done for us. Your steady support and vast knowledge has transported us to another realm. We’ve been well prepared but will also breathe easier when this is over. So, let’s get on with it.”

Courageously, they followed Sirona and Myttrwn to their fate.

 

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The Pyramid, Chamber 1

 

Corb flew them in Sirona’s plane, landing within two hundred feet of the pyramid entrance on the plaza between the House of Life and the House of Learning. Sirona and Myttrwn’s plan was deliberately timed to give Zolar little room to maneuver. Sirona and Myttrwn led the four candidates onto the plaza, everyone astounded at seeing them in kingdom uniforms. Wolfram, the last to embark, was stopped by Corb.

“Wolfram, all the best,” said Corb. As he shook Wolfram’s hand Corb transferred a metal object saying, “This might help. You know how it works. Slip it into one of those pockets.”

Wolfram did as directed realizing that Corb’s actions denoted a widening uneasiness over Zolar’s antics.

Corb, not wanting Zolar to telepathically detect the object, advised, “Wolfram, in front of the pyramid, focus on the door. I must leave. When this is over, I and my crew will greet you at the top of the pyramid.” Then glancing over the party gathered he added, “I can assure you it’s unprecedented to have the Queen at these events.” With that he turned to fly Sirona’s plane back to the palace.

Assembled in front of the pyramid were the Queen, Sirona, Myttrwn, Zolar and his two guards, the four candidates and the rest of the Gaia team.

Zolar, still defiant, upon seeing the four, reacted saying, “They are not supposed to be in our kingdom uniforms, this is not permitted.”

“I’ve approved the uniforms, Zolar,” said the Queen in a commanding voice.

Unwilling to give up, Zolar then focused on the second negative, “Angi must give up her medallion.”

“Cease,” demanded the Queen, “Zolar, you are trying my patience. Angi will not give up her medallion. Get on with it, you have already exceeded your demands.”

Zolar acquiesced. He didn’t care, his plan was set. Convinced of his superior intelligence to that of Sirona or Myttrwn he thought, “My objective will be achieved. I know I’m right. In time I’ll be honoured for my ingenuity.” He led the four towards the open doorway saying loud enough for all to hear, “A Grade One Initiation calls for three hours in the first six chambers of the pyramid with less time in the seventh. You must exit the pyramid with one crystal each.” At the entrance, making no effort to speak to them, he turned abruptly and strode back towards the Queen.

The two guards resumed their duty under the Queen’s further orders, “Zolar, you will be escorted to your quarters where you will remain under guard until this initiation is over.” There was little warmth in her remarks.

The four candidates turned, waved, and entered the pyramid. The huge entrance door slid shut leaving them in the silence of the pyramid. In the semi-darkness they spotted the dogs.

“There they are, our travelling companions,” said Angi, “thanks to the genius of Myttrwn.” They each went to their own dog, retrieved their Aqk and goggles and activated the bio-robot. The dogs came alive.

“Well, Morgan, you got your wish,” said Wolfram, “We’re about to learn firsthand what this pyramid is all about. Let’s hope we live to tell the tale.”

“Yes, indeed, we’ll definitely have a tale to tell,” replied Angi, “Eighteen hours will pass quickly. I expect that open field ahead is the beginning of Chamber One.”

After walking a half hour Vette said, “It’s hard to believe this is a holographic program, it seems so real. This certainly appears natural with rambling bushes and a wagon path which leads to that high ground in the distance. Can you see it? It’s almost too perfect with the sunlight dancing across the field and the gentle breeze bending the grasses. But I see clouds ahead.”

“Yeh, I see the ridge and the clouds,” replied Wolfram. “I estimate, if we maintain a steady walking pace we might reach that high ground in about an hour and a half.”

The dogs scampered ahead chasing each other through the long grass, stopping periodically to ensure the four were close behind.

“Those clouds are moving rapidly,” replied Angi. “Is it rain or wind?”

It didn’t take long to find out. Within minutes a fine mist descended, soon turning into a drizzle which caused the dogs to draw back. The group pressed on.

As promised, prior to their departure, Sirona had indicated she would be contacting them through their ear translation devices. Her clear voice made the contact with, “We have you on our monitors. Tap on your ear pieces if you are receiving.”

Doing as instructed she continued, “Good, I’ll not interrupt a lot but will keep in touch. Tap on your ear device if you need me. Off for now.”

Angi thought to herself, “So far so good.” But her intuition alarm bells were ringing as she added, “Why do I feel the second shoe is about to drop?”

An hour passed as they trudged on. The drizzle was replaced by rain, first a sprinkle, then a steady shower which forced them to adjust their goggles and head gear. Then the rain started accumulating in puddles along the wagon groves.

By the time they reached the second hour, the rain was running steadily down the path, their boots sticking in mud. But their destination was getting closer.

“Another hour of this rain and we could be wallowing in fairly heavy water,” observed Wolfram. “Let’s speed up. I’d like to get to that raised bit of land in the next half hour.” And to himself he thought, “This lower ground could be trouble if that rain intensifies.” The dogs, comfortable in the rain, stuck closer.

The rain began to come down in sheets reducing visibility. While their faces and hands were soaked, their uniform remained dry with no water entering their boots.

Within two hundred yards of their objective, out of nowhere, a wave of water rushed down the wagon path with such force that it caused Angi to stumble. Falling, the force of the water pulled her past her three companions. Wolfram reached out to grab her but she slipped out of his grip.

He yelled to the others, “Grab a bush,……… grab anything……… I’m after Angi.” He pushed through the raging water keeping Angi in sight as she struggled to regain her footing. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Skylar race along the bank and into the water. With her powerful jaws she grabbed Angi’s clothing and pulled her towards the side of the wagon path. Skylar had Angi up on the bank and was holding her firmly when Wolfram arrived.

As he reached her Wolfram exclaimed, “Angi are you all right? Your one member we can’t afford to lose. Good old Skylar. Without her you may have been propelled back down the path for some distance.”

Angi, pulling herself up, hugged the dog saying, “Skylar you’re my heroine. I knew we needed these dogs.” Then realizing her situation she added, “Wolfram, that was scary and we’ve just begun.”

“Come Angi, this could get really treacherous if we don’t get out of this gully.” As they trudged back they found Morgan and Vette clinging fast to two bushes as the water rushed past.

“Come on,” commanded Wolfram as he assisted them onto the bank. “Another blast of water like that one and we could be back at square one. Let’s stay on the higher ground. It may be slower but safer.”

The dogs, sensing danger, stayed near and walked along as they plied their way through the storm.

Reaching the raised piece of land they found a winding path to its summit and stood on the ledge watching the water rise in the valley below.

“The water’s rising fast,” said Vette,………….. “What time is it?”

Morgan looked at his watch and replied, “We should be within ten minutes of the third hour. I wonder how the hell we’re supposed to hear a click in this storm.”

“Let’s move towards that rock wall and wait,” suggested Vette, already taking the lead. “Maybe we can hear the click easier back here.” Finding a slight overhang in the rock they huddled and waited.

The third hour came and went.

Vette reacted, “I bet that bastard set this program for the max. Let’s tap on our ear piece and see if Sirona has any wise words.”

Sirona responded knowing the reason, “Yes, we’ve noted the third hour has passed and”………………. the connection went silent. Tapping the ear piece a number of times still produced no response.

Angi not wanting to believe the unbelievable, said, “Perhaps its temporary.”

“Not likely. Let’s face it,” came Vette’s angry reply, “In my suspicious mind this is when Zolar interposes his own program intended on leaving us stranded in this mausoleum. Prepare for the worst.”

As the pounding rain bounced off the rock and poured over its edge, Wolfram responded, “As much as I’d like to disagree, Vette may be right. We’re on our own until Sirona and Myttrwn can get through.”

“Now we need Angi’s magic,” said Morgan, as the full impact of the danger began to register.

 

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The House of Life, Monitoring Room

 

The pyramid monitoring room in the House of Life was filled with flashing panels and screens with Myttrwn giving orders to his six technicians who were monitoring the four initiation candidates. With Sirona’s first communication with Angi, Vette, Wolfram and Morgan, everyone relaxed convinced what lay ahead was a long but routine day ending with the four candidates exiting the seventh chamber in about twenty hours.

Due to space limitations, Myttrwn had Andrew and Bryce join him and Sirona in the monitoring room while Dylan and the security team joined Corb in readiness for the retrieval of the four at the end of the day.

The atmosphere changed when communications ceased and the monitors faded. Thinking it a momentary transmission problem, Myttrwn reacted giving his technicians explicit directions to regain control. His apprehension increased when none of the usual diagnostic and corrective measures proved effective.

In a momentary pause, Andrew, interjected, “Myttrwn, what happened?”

After more rounds of technical problem solving, Myttrwn turned to Sirona, Andrew and Bryce, and, cautiously said, “I believe this is Zolar’s handiwork. I knew he was clever, calculating and dangerous, which are unacceptable characteristics in our world, but even I didn’t expect this. At worse, I thought, he would make the Grade One program as difficult as possible. What appears to have happened is that he deliberately altered the Grade One program to fail after running normally for over two hours lulling us into the belief that all was well. He’s rigged it to disengage at this point so that his intended program would take over, possible one more advanced than Grade One. At the same time, he has managed to place a powerful screen over the entire pyramid blocking all communications.”

“Can you get into the pyramid and rescue the four at this point?” asked Andrew.

“Not without blowing up all the gates which might further endanger them,” replied Myttrwn.

“Then what you are telling me is that they are stranded in an advanced initiation program for which they are definitely ill prepared,” said Andrew his voice rising. “Surely you must have encountered something similar before, maybe a candidate got lost, injured or was too ill to finish.”

“Rarely,” came Sirona’s reply, “I can recall only once when we had to enter Chamber Seven for an older candidate, and then we were able to spring the exit door with the aid of Zolar and his crew.”

“Well, get Zolar’s crew in here,” replied Andrew growing exasperated.

“That’s underway,” replied Myttrwn, “but I expect Zolar worked alone on this. If so, he’s the only one that can break the code. The overall pyramid blockage presents a major problem as we’re unable to access the pyramid at all.”

“Well then get Zolar, and have him undo this mess,” demanded Andrew.

“That’s exactly what I intend to do,” said Myttrwn as he pressed a button connecting him to the rescue team. “Corb, this is a Code Red order. Go at once to Zolar’s quarters with an emergency plane and escort him with one of his guards to this monitoring station immediately.”

Corb needed no explanation, the urgency in Myttrwn’s command told him all he needed to know. His four friends were in danger. He dashed to the plane.

That done Myttrwn continued, “Now Andrew don’t forget Angi’s abilities, she knows how to speed up time so that they will not have to endure the length of time usually programmed for the higher grade testing.”

“That’s fine, Myttrwn, as long as Angi is OK, but what happens to the others if Angi is hurt and can’t perform those functions?”

“Let’s hope it doesn’t come to that,” replied Myttrwn, not wanting to show his own growing misgivings over the situation. He then turned to Sirona, “You must notify the Queen. Tell her we’re monitoring the situation and will keep her posted.”

Sirona left the room to speak to her mother.

An hour passed before a technician reported that he had four blimps on the monitor still moving about.

Myttrwn examined the monitor and declared, “That’s the dogs, stay with them. At least we can follow their movements. I placed the strongest tracking devices in those robots. Let me know if there’s any change. Keep working on the other programs.”

“Dogs………… what dogs?” asked Andrew.

Myttrwn then explained about the robotic dogs and their role, ending with, “There are strict rules regarding these initiations but no mention of robotic dogs. I had a prototype ready so created four identical dogs, the type Angi said she preferred. They are powerfully built and capable of many feats.”

“Well, that’s something,” replied Andrew, still struggling to ascertain the dangers facing his team. He continued, “But Myttrwn, could the dogs be functioning even if Angi, Vette, Wolfram and Morgan are not?”

Myttrwn, sympathetic to Andrew’s concerns, replied, “No, the dogs function on the commands of their masters, which in this instance are Angi, Vette, Wolfram and Morgan. If the dogs are moving about then I can assume the four are also on the move. Come here Andrew, you can see for yourself. But the timing now is in question. Zolar had no intension of keeping to the three hours, nor likely five, so we must consider seven hours per chamber. That means we’re going to be here much longer than planned.” And to himself he added, “I pray that’s it, otherwise we’ll have no alternative but to send in a crew to rescue the four and mutilate the pyramid. Such action will be an anathema to the Council so I’ll have to make that decision with Sirona and bear the consequences. When Zolar gets here we’ll know for certain.”

At that moment Myttrwn received an incoming call from Corb. Listening his demeanour changed, as he ordered Corb,“Take Zolar and his guard to my lab immediately. I’ll meet you at the first therapy unit.”

When he turned his face was grim, “Corb has reported that Zolar has taken a powerful potion. He is unconscious. I will now leave here and take charge of Zolar’s recovery. He’s not going to die on me and escape his punishment. Sirona notify the Queen. I leave you in charge. We’ll keep in constant contact.” Turning he gave his chief technician an order, “Proceed to link me up with your monitor, I want to follow what is happening with the dogs.” With that he abruptly left the room.

Sirona, seeing the strained look on Andrew’s face, replied, “I can assure you, Andrew, I’m prepared to blast our way through if need be.”

The situation was grim as Andrew focused on the four green blips on the monitor, his only contact with his team who were locked in a pyramid programmed by an unconscious madman.

 

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Pyramid, Chamber 1 (cont)

 

Before responding to Morgan’s request Angi asked, “Let’s think this through. What happens if I skip past the fifth hour, in line with Vette’s comment, and shift time within five minutes of the seventh hour? Are there any negative ramifications?”

“That’s something we never thought to ask Sirona and Myttrwn,” replied Morgan. “But, Angi’s got a point. What if Zolar set the program for the fifth hour not the seventh, then we could find ourselves locked in this chamber with the water rising and no way out.”

“True, we don’t know this system well enough to predict the possibilities,” replied Wolfram. “OK, as in this case, if nothing happens at the third hour, then we’ll have Angi first aim at five minutes to the fifth hour. If the gate still doesn’t open, then she will proceed to five minutes to the seventh. Not wanting to put too fine a point on this, please keep in mind the rising water……… we haven’t a lot of time.” Then thinking to himself he added, “And we’ll be facing a more critical situation if both times are wrong.”

“That’s OK,” replied Angi, “I prefer two bites rather than a four hour jump. If everyone’s ready, here goes…………… two, two hour time shifts.”

“Just a minute Angi, let me take another look at the water,” said Wolfram. He walked to the edge and looked down. Returning, he reported, “It’s hard to judge but I’d expect the water will be lapping at our feet by the seventh hour. For safety, let’s stick firmly against this stone wall.”

“What about the dogs?” asked Vette.

“I’ll hold onto Skylar and Dusky’s collars so Angi can operate freely. Vette you and Morgan hold on to your dogs. Are we ready?”

Finally positioned, Wolfram gave the signal, “OK Angi, do your thing!”

Angi proceeded realizing this time the lives of her friends were in her care. Concentrating on the medallion’s blue gemstones of the sapphire and the Stone of Atlantis she focused on the first time shift of five minutes to the fifth hour. Completing her task she checked her watch to be sure of the exact time. Confirmed she said, “We have five minutes.”

The five minutes passed and when nothing happened she proceeded to the seventh hour.

At five minutes to the seventh hour, they again waited, watching the raging water splash over the edge of the ledge. Morgan ears picked up a sound. “That’s it………I heard a click………. listen,” he said. At that moment the waters began to recede. A black gate miraculously appeared in the rock face and slid open.

“Quick,” yelled Wolfram, “let’s escape this prison. Great work Angi!”

They raced through the opening and stood at the entrance to Chamber Two. Within ten minutes the gate slid shut leaving a blank stone wall.

Morgan commented, “That answers our question about the gate. We now know there’s a tiny window in which to scramble between the chambers. If we had miscalculated we would certainly have been locked in that first chamber. There’s little room for error in this initiation program.”

“Thank God for Angi’s skills,” said Vette. “Now that we know Zolor’s plan, we might as well skip the fifth hour and go straight to the seventh.”

“Wait a minute,” came Angi’s immediate reply, “We have no guarantee that’s what he’s done. He may have scrambled the timing just to confuse us. One gate might open at the third hour, another at the fifth and still another at the seventh. How can we be sure?”

“Good God, she’s got a point,” was Vette’s response to the possibilities, “Now what?”

Waiting before replying, Wolfram stated, “If you can manage it Angi, perhaps we should follow an identical strategy for all chambers. We can’t risk misjudging Zolar’s evil intent.”

“That’s doable,” replied Angi.

“So be it, then it’s settled,” replied Wolfram.

“Well before we dance into the next chamber can someone enlighten me as to whether we were in the last chamber three hours or seven, I’m confused,” came Morgan’s astute question.

“I’m equally uncertain,” replied Wolfram, “Angi can you enlighten us?”

“That was one of my questions which Myttrwn has yet to answer. As best as I can judge, we spent seven hours in Chamber One. Remember Myttrwn’s view that time was an illusion. So, if I’ve just manipulated the speed in which we’ve passed through time, then its seven hours. Does that make any sense?”

“It sounds logical to me,” replied Morgan, “I’ll go with that until we get to chat with Myttrwn when we get out of this tomb.”

Vette, doing some swift calculations, commented, “If that’s the case, we need to recalibrate our pyramid timing. If each chamber is set at seven hours, then we’re going to be in this pyramid for about forty-five hours, not twenty. If that’s the case then we’d better be stringent with our cylinder fluid.”

“But it could be less, depending on Zolar’s plan for the other chambers,” added Angi.

“Right, but I’d be more content with the larger estimate and rejoice if it’s less,” replied Vette.

Suddenly realizing the ramification of Vette’s statement, Wolfram responded, “Your right, Vette. Let’s be careful with our supplies. We may have to spread them over a much longer time period than Sirona and Myttrwn planned.”

The shock of their predicament was becoming obvious.

“We have few options but to gear down and press on. We know we are being manipulated by Zolar for his own ends, a feeling I detest,” replied Angi. “Sirona and Myttrwn will eventually break through. In the meantime, if we’re ready, let’s see what our next test has for us.”

 

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House of Life, Monitoring Room

 

Everyone was riveted on the blinking movement of four dogs. At the seventh hour the chief technician announced, “They’ve entered Chamber Two.”

“Well, that’s progress,” said Andrew looking at Sirona.

Exuding as much confidence under the circumstances, Sirona replied, “Yes, it means if they have conquered one chamber they can do the same with the others. We’ll stick to this monitoring while the technicians work at breaking Zolar’s blockages.” Silently, she kept repeating, “Angi, somehow make contact from your side. It might work. Zolar would not have considered that possibility.”

After his initial examination, Myttrwn reported to Sirona, “Zolar’s condition is critical but manageable. I am utilizing every available treatment but it will be slow as whatever he drank is potent. It’s unlikely I’ll be able to get anything out of him before the forty-eight hours are up. I’ve yet to fully identify all the components he’s swallowed. It’s likely something of his own creation.”

Myttrwn had brought Corb into his confidence and ordered him to prepare for a possible forced entry into the pyramid on short notice. Corb delivered this message to Dylan and his team, preparing them for the worst. Explosive materials were assembled along with several emergency planes placed on standby. Corb and Dylan worked out different strategies for the upcoming mission. Myttrwn kept Corb updated regarding any progress in the pyramid.

In the meantime, Andrew and Bryce relieved each other watching the monitors. They spoke little. Being old friends they did not need to verbally communicate the obvious. They were both troubled over the potential outcome and knew they had to stifle any misgivings or annoyance on their total dependence on outside sources for everything. Sirona and the technicians, sensing the anxiety of the two senior men, kept them updated on both the progress of the dogs and whatever technical breakthroughs they were achieving.

“As I estimate it,” said Andrew, speaking to Bryce, “seven hours in six chambers plus a short time in the seventh, will take about forty-five or more hours, ……………. almost two of our days.” Glancing at his watch he continued, “They have completed about nine hours……….. It’s going to be a long ordeal. I wish I could do more than sit here watching that damn monitor. But then again, it’s better than nothing. They’re moving, Angi does have her medallion, and there’s the dogs. Thank God for such mercies. I best make some arrangements for us to rest.” He walked over to Sirona.

Makeshift sleeping arrangement were quickly set up near the monitoring room. Sirona also made arrangements for food and refreshments to be delivered. Everyone waited, hoping for miracles and preparing for a disaster.

 

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Pyramid, Chamber 2

 

From the driving rain of Chamber One, they entered a desolate scene of a rocky land outreach high above a winding river. An overgrown gray stone road followed the river, with a steep jagged cliff dropping perpendicular to the river on the right and an endless scene of scrub grass and low trees on the left. A steady breeze welcomed their arrival.

“This is different,” said Vette as she walked ahead. “Even with the occasional sun glint the place is depressing. This seems to be the only road which leads first to that abandoned lookout building hanging precariously over the river. Then the road twists and turns up to the left towards what looks like a guard post in front of a deserted castle at the top of the hill. Morgan, this looks like it’s been abandoned for some time. What do you think?”

“Yeh, it reminds me of my time in the United Kingdom or was it Europe? Anyway, this being a hologram it hardly matters,” replied Morgan. “Those buildings are definitely deserted, unless for a lonesome ghost. Our objective has to be that castle, it’s the highest point.” Then as an afterthought he added, “I’d love to explore these old structures.”

Smiling, Wolfram replied, “When we get out of this mess, Morgan, I’ll ask Myttrwn to drop you back in here for a second run. As for me, once is enough, thank you. As for ghosts, if we meet any I’ll direct them to you.”

Angi chuckled, “You know, my grandmother was an expert on ghosts, but she’s not available. I’ve had one ghost in my life, that wee boy in Scotland. That’s enough for a spell. By the way, could we go back to the question of time? In Chamber One we must have walked for hours, but, as I recall, the exterior of this pyramid is not that large. Anyone with an explanation?”

Morgan was quick to respond, “Remember Myttrwn’s sessions on our world view being an illusion. He insisted that the world around us, the world of time and space with its sensory interpretation is one aspect of truth. Our language and culture reinforces our current illusion of time and space. I expect these pyramid chambers are an illustration of that principle. They may work in combination with some sophisticated computer program, and we, somehow, do something to create these scenes. I bet their advanced students have the ability to pull this holographic or sensory veil to one side, likely with their thoughts, and walk directly to the next gate. Too bad we can’t do likewise.”

“You may be right, Morgan,” replied Angi. “If that’s so, then they would also avoid the physical tests which we’ll have to face. If I make it through this initiation I’m definitely going to push for more lessons from Myttrwn, no matter how many trips it takes. I would like to know how to bypass my five senses. Likely the world looks very different than the one I think exists.”

“You’re lucky you’re not an ancient Egyptian,” came Morgan’s quick reply.

“Why?” asked Angi.

“They recorded three hundred and sixty senses. We identify only five. Some scholars argue that the three hundred and sixty senses could be altered states of consciousness but even that we can’t duplicate in our modern world. You know, much of what I scoffed at over the years is now coming home to bite me. The more we deal with Myttrwn the more I realize that we in our so-called modern society are neophytes compared to our ancient ancestors. That concept would be a mighty hard pill for some to swallow.”

“Morgan, your wealth of historic detail amazes me. But let’s set aside that discussion for another time. Right now we must confront this reality.” As Angi walked gingerly over some loose pebbles, she added, “Let’s pray we’re not facing snow or this road will become dangerous.”

Vette walked back to join the group saying, “I just spotted an eagle soaring over the castle, but it likely means little. By the way, have you noticed the wind seems to be picking up, or is it my imagination?”

“I noticed the same thing,” replied Wolfram. “Let’s push on so we can get off this precipice before the wind really kicks up. It’s not snow this round Angi, its wind.”

As they walked along the dogs, sticking to the high ground to the left of the path, ran on together sniffing the air.

“Speaking of learning things,” said Wolfram, “We know little of these robotic companions. Look at them? They seem to be sniffing something or are they just sensing the wind. Myttrwn is a genius. These dogs look and act like normal dogs but I expect they are loaded with technology which Myttrwn hoped to test on this mission. That’s fine with me. They are excellent buddies and give us a sense of security.”

“I’m sure they’ve been programmed to each one of us. Look at how quickly Skylar came to my rescue. I swear they can read our thoughts,” replied Angi.

“Now that’s spooky,” was Morgan’s immediate reply, “It’s bad enough that I think everyone in this kingdom can read my mind but now we have four dogs as well.”

The wind strengthened as they progressed up the hill. The dogs eventually joined the four on the roadway out of the wind gusts. At the end of the first hour they had bypassed what remained of the lookout building and were well on their way towards the guard post.

Vette, taking a quick glance at the river below said, “This was certainly a secure location, but frightfully isolated. What would possess anyone to choose such a place?”

“Actually, if this was real, there might be other castles in the distance which they communicate with by fires or other means. As for the reasons, there are multiple possibilities,” replied Morgan, “I can think of political and religious reasons for a start.”

“Well it didn’t work,” replied Vette, “This place was destroyed a long time ago whatever the reason.”

Fifteen minutes to the second hour they reached the guard post, another dilapidated structure with half a wall still intact. At this stage a dark gray cloud appeared forcing an increase in the wind which rushed around the stony outcrop lifting any loose dirt. Determined to reach the castle before the storm hit, they hurried past the crumbling structure. The path to the castle lay about three hundred feet behind the guard post.

“Let’s stick closer together,” advised Wolfram, “That gale is getting worse and we’re exposed on this hill. But take a good look, that castle doesn’t seem to have much to offer in protection. It looks pretty dilapidated from here with little remaining except that outer wall. It’s sitting so high that the wind can attack from any direction. If we have five hours in this place with escalating winds we could be in trouble.”

Pushing into the gale-force winds the small party slowly navigated the distance from the guard post to the castle, entering what appeared to be the remnant of the castle entrance. Once inside they were surprised by the enormous size of the structure, the remaining ramparts blocking out the diminishing light.

“This castle must have had several floors in its day,” said Morgan, “Look over there, you can still see wooden beams and there’s a broken stairway to the top of the structure. A rough guess, this structure could have housed hundreds of people. I wonder if any survived whatever happened. Anyway, that’s not our concern. The biggest question is where a gate may be hidden in this mess.”

“I’m amazed that so much of the wall seems intact considering the location of this edifice and the steady battering of the winds,” said Angi. “How’s our time?”

“We’ve been walking for about two hours,” replied Wolfram. “So, if the gate opens in the third hour we better get cracking. As I see it, there’s only two possibilities, the more intact wall to our left or the dilapidated one to the right. If we separate we can cover more ground. Angi and I could explore the one on the left while you, Vette, go with Morgan to the right. Be careful, that wind is brutal and this old structure doesn’t seem too stable even with its huge walls.”

“Fine, let’s agree we’ll come together in half an hour at this very spot,” said Vette, “With this wind it would be impossible to call out. While I might agree Wolfram that the gate is likely in the left wall, our dear Zolar may have just as easily planted it in the right to trick us. Come on Morgan, we’ve got work to do.”

The half hour was almost up when Angi heard a dog barking. As she and Wolfram exited their area of the castle they saw Vette running towards them yelling, “Come quick Angi. Morgan’s injured.”

When they got to Morgan they found him lying to one side of a pile of fallen stones with a bleeding head wound and Macky standing guard.

“We separated for a moment when I heard Morgan yell out and then the dog started barking. When I got to him, Macky was pulling him away from more falling rocks. She hasn’t left his side. His pulse is OK but that’s quite a bang on his head.”

Angi reached into her First Aid kit and pulled out the pad, stretching the corners and placing it over Morgan’s head wound, saying, “The pad will prevent any dirt entering the wound from my hands. This could take time, the wound seems deep. Vette, keep a tag on the time.” Then, concentrating on all the gemstones in her medallion Angi began repairing the wound from the inside out. She kept visualizing the healing process as each layer knitted and the bleeding eased. Finally, Morgan’s opened his eyes mumbling, “What happened?”

“The wind must have dislodged those rocks causing one to come crashing down on your forehead,” replied Angi. Then raising two fingers she asked, “Morgan now that you’re conscious, how many fingers do you see?”

“Two, how many should I be seeing?” asked Morgan, still groggy.

“Two,” answered Angi. “You’ve received a bad blow. Macky saved you from a worse fate. Do you have a headache?”

“Yes, now that you mention it,” replied Morgan, trying to grasp his predicament.

“OK, stay there while I perform a few more minutes of healing,” said Angi. Before beginning she again asked, “How’s our time Vette?”

“We have twenty-five minutes to the third hour.”

After minutes of further healing Angi asked again, “Morgan do you still have your headache? Do you hurt anywhere else?”

“The headache’s gone. Thanks Angi. No, just my head. Now all I have to do is stand,” came Morgan’s response, growing stronger.

“Before you move, let me use Sirona’s spray to protect the wound. I’ll replace this soiled pad with your own and use your headgear for more protection. Remember Morgan this wound will still be sensitive so it needs to be covered.” She slipped the bloody pad into one of her leg pockets.

Morgan proceeded to get up.

Angi, watching his movements, advised, “Let Vette and I support you, Morgan, for the walk across the courtyard. Wolfram will lead the way. If the gate fails to open on the third hour I’ll give you another treatment. We need you well for the rest of this joyous trip.”

Morgan, unstable, got to his feet with Vette and Angi’s support. Once upright he said, “Thanks for the offer. I think I can navigate on my own. But stick close just in case I’m being too optimistic.”

“Morgan, what about you’re Aqk?” suggested Wolfram. “You could make a walking stick to help you.” He assisted Morgan getting the Aqk out of his belt and made sure he was ready to move on.

The group made their way across the courtyard to the larger outer wall. Wolfram led the way to the only surviving room in the entire castle, a side room with intact walls. When they reached the room Morgan, growing weary, sat down on a wooden log. Three dogs sat together, while Macky came and placed his head on Morgan’s lap. The winds grew louder encircling the castle and breaking through every opening.

“We’re within five minutes of the third hour,” reported Vette.

Once again the third hour came and went.

“OK Angi, after you give Morgan another treatment, let’s magically bounce to the fifth hour,” said Vette. “This time I pray the gate opens on the fifth because that windstorm is intensifying and, I agree with Wolfram, this old building can’t take much more punishment.”

After treating Morgan, as before, Angi focusing on her medallion blue gemstones stated the precise time travel objective. Upon completion, she checked her watch to confirm the time….. five minutes to the fifth hour. They waited in silence.

“There……….I heard it,” exclaimed Vette, “We’re getting out of this chamber early.” She no sooner finished speaking when an iron lattice gate materialized on the stone wall. Once it opened they scrambled into Chamber Three.

The technicians in the House of Life, monitoring the movement of the dogs, immediately reported their advancement.

 

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Pyramid, Chamber 3

 

At the entrance to Chamber Three Angi stopped and asked, “Let’s take a sip of Myttrwn’s cylinder fluid before we go on. We’ve burnt a lot of energy in the first two chambers. I’d also like to check Morgan’s wound.”

“Good idea,” replied Wolfram.

Each one took their first sip of the fluid being careful not to overindulge as it had to sustain them for the duration.

Angi finding Morgan’s wound intact, replaced the pad and secured his head gear. “No headache?” she asked.

“All’s well on the noggin front,” replied Morgan with a weak smile.

“We’re ready to go,” replied Angi.

“Well, there’s no doubt this time,” came Vette’s comment after her first footsteps into Chamber Three, “We’re into snow. It’s already coming down.”

The dogs, fascinated with their new environment, played and rolled in the white fluffy ground cover.

“If it’s already snowing, let’s get a bead on what constitutes high ground in this scenario,” replied Wolfram, pressing ahead. Over his shoulder he added, “Best prepare for frigid. Put on your goggles, pull your headgear down tight, and put on your gloves.”

Angi added, “Wolfram, we should also activate our Aqks to a long walking stick, deep snow can hide all sorts of problems.”

“Gotcha,” replied Wolfram as he stopped to do as directed.

Trudging along with their walking sticks through a silent screen of fallen snow, Wolfram asked, “It must be the snow. It’s hard to see any distance in this weather, even with these goggles. I can’t see anything beyond twenty to thirty feet and the visibility is deteriorating.”

Vette responded, “I’m getting likewise, but within sight is a side path which leads across a frozen brook to a cave. Could that be it or does that seem too easy?”

“Watch that ice,” advised Angi, seeing rushing water underneath the glasslike surface, “Let’s use our walking stick to test its thickness.”

“Yeh, you and Vette should be experts in ice and snow,” said Wolfram.

“Oh here we go again,” said Vette, “You Americans always think Canadians spend their lives in snow and live in igloos.”

“Woops, I’ve touched a nerve,” said Wolfram with a chuckle, “Actually, since Morgan and I have always lived in cities where you just stay hibernated until the roads clear, I thought you might have some practical advice.”

“Sorry, Wolfram,” came Vette’s swift apology, “I’ve had too many encounters with non-Canadians and their rather truncated view of our country.”

“Vette that annoyance is inevitable,” replied Angi placing her walking stick firmly on a section of ice as she applied her full weight. “This looks solid, but keep testing as you cross. It’s about twenty-two feet to the other bank and ice is never even. Best we travel single file to reduce any weight concentration.”

“I’ll go first,” said Vette, “Then Morgan, followed by Angi and last Wolfram. Is everyone OK with that?”

“Agreed,” came the reply, as they positioned themselves.

Vette and Morgan crossed without a problem. When it was Angi’s turn she was half way across when she heard a crackling sound and called out, “Wolfram, take a different path, the ice may be weakening with our weight.”

“OK,” answered Wolfram as he gingerly stepped onto a patch further down. He was within three feet of the opposite bank when the ice gave way, and, with a yell, he broke through. The water was up to his chest as he floundered. Dusky, following Wolfram, managed to make it to the bank and hovered near the women.

“Hold still,” yelled Angi, “Put the walking stick across the ice to give you balance. Come on Vette you and I will have to crawl out on the ice and rescue Wolfram.”

Vette and Angi moved cautiously using their long poles as they approached Wolfram. “Grab the poles,” yelled Angi, “Your gloves have gripping power even if wet.”

Wolfram did as instructed and was amazed at the strength of the two woman as they pulled him out of the water. When he got to shore his wet uniform froze instantly.

“Let’s get to the cave,” said Angi to Vette.

Wolfram walked stiff legged behind them and made it to the nearest rocky seat just inside the entrance.

Right behind them came Dusky dragging Wolfram’s Aqk. “Good girl. Come here,” said Wolfram. Dusky dragged the Aqk and dropped it at Wolfram’s feet. Then she manoeuvered her way to sit next to him to observe.

Angi moved into action, “OK Wolfram, I need to check your feet and legs that no water entered or you could end up with frostbitten toes.” Using her hand to break the ice on his uniform, she gently pulled off one boot and felt his feet and legs with her hands. They were warm and dry. She examined the other foot and leg to discover the same. “Thank God for these uniforms,” she said out loud, “Your feet and legs are fine.” It was then she noticed the blood. “But you’re bleeding.” She checked his hands to find that in his struggle the ice had cut into his right wrist. She pulled off his glove, retrieved a pad from his First Aid kit and placing her hands firmly around the wound proceeding to heal it in layers from the inside to the outer skin. When this was completed she noticed his hands were gray, water had entered his gloves. Holding both hands in hers she applied extra warmth to improve circulation.

Wolfram watched and when the treatments were over he said with a grin, “Angi, if I had known it took a dip in an icy creek to get you to hold my hands I would have done it weeks ago. By the way, the gloves are already responding, just touch the inside and see how warm they are. The uniform is also heating up to get rid of the ice.” He hardly finished the sentence when the thin layer of ice from his chest to his feet slipped to the ground.

Angi, pulled her hands away and looked into his face, saying, “Your jovial remarks mean you’re obviously recovering from your icy dip. When we’re through this misery we’ll chat again about warm hands.” Before stepping away she helped him put on his boots and checked his uniform.

“Well, now that we’re in the cave what are we up against?” asked Vette, acknowledging the end to their first crisis. “We’ll need to convert one of the Aqks into a light standard, the rest we can reassign to our belts.”

The light showed that the cave was huge with long icicles hanging from the ceiling and a wide path leading into the interior.

“Oh great,” replied Morgan, “how deep is this place anyway and where in this ice palace would someone hide a gate.”

“Let’s go back to basics,” replied Angi, “Where is the highest point in this cave?”

Vette went to the head of the path to investigate. When she returned she announced, “There’s a wide ledge in the distance, which must be the highest point. But to get there we have to pass through an icy, winding track which first descends before rising slightly to the ledge. I don’t suppose these boots have cleats.” She banged her boots on the ice. “No such luck. But they do have grip, I’ve tested it already. My suggestion is that we stick to the sides of the path where it’s a bit uneven. Is everyone ready?”

“Vette we’ll need light for the descent and ascent but we can’t manage the walking stick and maneuver this icy stretch. Any suggestions?” asked Wolfram.

“Is there any chance someone here has some background in throwing to get this walking stick up on that ledge?” asked Vette.

Angi replied, “I use to throw javelins in my track and field days. I’m out of practice and these uniforms are restrictive but I’ll give it a go.” She calculate the distance and holding the walking stick like a javelin she threw it with all her strength. It landed a perfect distance to provide the necessary light.

“Fantastic Angi!” yelled Morgan.

Vette, with a wide grin, stated, “That’s impressive………… OK let’s get on with it. What order should we use for this bobsled run?”

Wolfram responded, “Vette, let’s stick to the same plan; you first, then Morgan, then Angi and I’ll take up the rear.” Then he pronounced the final directives, “Go slow. No quick movements. Give each other lots of space.”

Vette carefully calculating her descent, crouching down as she inched her way along the ice encrusted wall. At the bottom she called back, “It’s your turn Morgan, follow the same route if you can.”

Morgan took longer but made it without a mishap.

Angi, following Vette’s instructions, took an identical path but slipped once before reaching the other two.

Wolfram, without the full use of his right hand, struggled on the descent and losing his step slid, landing at the feet of his companions.

Alarmed, Angi asked, “Wolfram, are you all right?”

“Other than my hurt pride, I’m fine,” came Wolfram’s abrupt reply. “I couldn’t hold on to that last sliver of ice. I’ll do better on the ascent.”

The four dogs stood watching at the top of the slide.

“What do you think they’ll do?” asked Angi. “They look as if they are communicating with each other. Let’s wait.” First, the four tested the ice with their claws and in unison crawled on their bellies down the slippery slope. Upon joining the others they wagged their tails at their newly discovered skill.

“I bet they have already worked out the climb,” stated Vette, “Those darling beasts can master anything.”

“How’s our time?” asked Angi.

“We’re doing just fine,” replied Morgan, “We’ve used up an hour and a half. My rough estimate is that even if it takes another hour for us to reach the ledge, we’ll still have a half hour before the third bell. And, may I remind you, so far Zolar hasn’t used the third hour.”

“I don’t trust Zolar,” said Vette, “So let’s aim for the third hour. Everyone ready? We’ll stick to the same order. Wolfram are you OK with that?”

“Yah, I’m fine, I’m well acquainted with the ice now.”

Vette hugged one wall edging her way up the slippery path until she reached the ledge. As Morgan completed his run he had Vette to help him up onto the ledge. Angi, followed and had both Vette and Morgan to aid her. They watched as Wolfram struggled and when he reached them he had all three to pull him to safety.

They stood watching to see what the dogs would do. Again they worked in unison. Digging in their claws they inched their way up the icy slope and were pulled over the ledge by their designated owner. Exhausted by their efforts they found a smooth spot on the surface and lay down.

Exceeding the hour, the four candidates made their way towards a flat wall covered in ice at the back of the ledge.

“If there’s a door behind that ice shield then we’re in trouble,” commented Morgan after patting the wall. “It must be a foot thick. Even if we could, it would take ages to melt this ice. Now what?”

They sat on raised bits of ice staring at the icy wall and trying to devise a quick solution.

Exasperated, Vette commented, “I’ll be damned if we are going to let Zolar win. Angi, can you perform some laser magic with that medallion of yours?”

“Not that I know,” replied Angi, “Perhaps it’s a later lesson of Myttrwn’s.”

‘Laser’…………… the word registered, and Wolfram replied, “If Angi can’t, I can,” as he reached into a pocket bringing out a small metal device he had forgotten about. “This is Corb’s contribution to our journey, a simple lazar gun.”

Amazed, Morgan asked, “Do you know how to use it? And Wolfram, not to rush you, but we’re within fifteen minutes of the third hour.”

“Yes, Corb taught me how to use it. However, I have no idea how the ice will react so please take the dogs and stand clear. I’ll work from the center.”

The laser quickly cut through the ice, the blocks falling in a pile to reveal a beige stone wall.

As the third hour approached, Angi said to Wolfram. “You’ll have to stop or we’ll never hear the click, not that it’s ever occurred on the third hour.”

Wolfram, stopped, convinced it was temporary.

Instead, at the third hour Angi exclaimed, “My God, there it is. I heard the click.”

“Angi’s right,” yelled Morgan. “Look, a gate has appeared on the wall. I’ll be glad for some warmth after three hours in this refrigerator. Don’t forget your Aqk, Vette, we’re moving on.”

As they slipped into Chamber Four, the House of Life technicians in the monitoring room announced their progress, to the delight of those glued to the monitors.

 

*   *   *

 

The House of Life

 

In the House of Life monitoring station, no one had budged. Everyone kept glued to the monitoring screens mesmerized by four bright green dots which was their only contact with what was happening in the pyramid. Positive news finally began to relieve some anxiety. The technicians reported the four candidates had made it to Chamber Four and that they were making headway in dissolving Zolar’s pyramid communication blockage. They could now bring up faint silhouettes of the four humans. Everyone now became transfixed on eight objects, four human and four dogs, as they continued to follow their progress through the pyramid.

Next, Myttrwn, who had been fully engaged in bringing Zolar out of his self-inflicted coma in his therapy centre, suddenly reappeared in the monitoring station saying to Sirona, “I’ve identified the components of his elixir and we are now detoxifying Zolar. This will take time but it is progress. He’s being monitored by two of my best students. I’m also delighted to see our stalwart four are making progress. This means we can hold our fire until, and if, we see them falter. It’s best we don’t destroy the pyramid if it can be avoided.” Then he emphasized to Andrew and Bryce, “Sirona and I have kept the Queen up-to-date on what is happening.”

Andrew was pressed to add, “By the way, Myttrwn, have you noticed that the time in each chamber varies, not the strict seven hours we originally thought. But the exact conclusion of this initiation is at present unknown.”

“Agreed,” replied Myttrwn, “Zolar is using variation to confuse both the candidates and ourselves. My greatest concern is that he may have also revised the program to such an extent that the four are facing a variety of challenges, some quite advanced. But I have every confidence in their innate survival skills.”

Tired and irritated, Andrew replied, “I’m not sure what you’re basing that assurance on. Admittedly, they have Angi’s medallion plus youth on their side, some innate skills and the dogs, but is that enough?” The ongoing stress was taking its toll on Andrew and Bryce. Earlier in the day they had tried taking a brief nap but gave up and returned to the monitoring room.

Sirona was pleased the four had reached Chamber Four but telepathically conveyed to Myttrwn, “If we see them falter, will we have enough time to rescue them? I know the Queen and the Council of Elders are stalling on any destruction of the pyramid, but deep down I know we’re facing an inevitably tough decision.”

Telepathically, Myttrwn replied, “Be assured, Sirona, Corb and his crew are set to act and you and I will make that decision. I believe the wrath of the Council will not be on us but Zolar who has dishonoured his position, shattered countless rules and will force a re-examination of his position and powers. I wish I could do more to help Andrew and Bryce. It will soon be over. Keep trying to contact Angi telepathically, it might work.”

 

*   *   *

 

Pyramid, Chamber 4

 

“You’ve got your wish, Morgan, it looks like a desert ahead. We should be toasty real soon,” replied Wolfram as he took the lead. “I guess we best leave on the goggles and head gear for protection against the sun. None of us has sunscreen. We’ll reconsider our Aqks once we get a bead on the terrain.”

The four stepped into a scene of endless sand dunes to their left and in front of them with an eighteen foot high red rock blocking any view on their right. The sun, blasting down on the sand, was creating a heat haze which hovered in the distance. A wind, in bursts, lifted loose sand adding to the drifts. The setting was devoid of vegetation.

“I can’t see anything on a raised level to the left or in front of us,” replied Morgan, “So our only hope is behind this rock. By the looks of things we have about a half hour walk to find out. The rock stops in the distance.”

“I agree,” replied Wolfram, “Let’s press on, it could be slow going in this sand.”

The four dogs unencumbered, using their webbed feet to stay on top of the sand, scampered ahead, which gave their owners a pretested path.

Morgan’s curiosity eventually pressed him to take the lead. First to reach the end of the rock he called back, “Wait till you see what I’ve found beyond the rock.” Growing impatient he called out, “Hurry up, you won’t believe this.”

When the others joined him they looked in amazement. In the distance on a high rocky precipice stood a magnificent building partially covered in sand, the exposed white marble glistening under the blazing sun. There was no other structure in sight. Its architecture and grandeur spoke of wealth and nobility.

“That’s definitely the highest point in this chamber,” said Vette, “I expect we have about an hour’s walk to get there,” as she struck out in the direction of the edifice.

Within five hundred yards of the building they encountered a wide sloping stone walkway with marble railings on both sides, much of which was covered by the drifting sand. Closer to the building they counted seven columns on either side of the edifice doorway, about thirty feet high from base to top.

Morgan, who had assumed the lead as they approached the building started commenting on what lay before them, “It looks unoccupied. Just look at the artistry along those walls. It’s like nothing I’ve seen before. It’s a bit Egyptian but that’s a wild guess. The doors must be fifteen feet high and are made of metal, possibly copper or brass. Look at the workmanship on those doors. It’s a magnificent structure, untouched by time. This had to be built for a powerful ruler, no minor official.” As he walked up the main steps he said to Wolfram who was close by, “Let’s look around the sides to see if there are any possible gate sites other than this main entrance.”

Wolfram, taking two steps at a time, quickly joined Morgan.

Finding nothing Wolfram announced “It seems we have no alternative but to enter this building. Let’s see if we can budge those huge doors.”

Angi and Vette stood back admiring the beauty and grace of the structure while the dogs darted about the walkway and over the stairs.

“The structure seems unoccupied and there’s no community in the vicinity, so this must have been chosen for security,” said Vette, looking around. “A burial place may be. But the length and width of that walkway looks like it was meant for processions or spectacles. You know Angi, I’m beginning to sound like Morgan.” She laughed.

“Hey you two, come on up here,” yelled Wolfram. “We’ve managed to wedge this door open. I’ll find something to keep it ajar as those wind gusts might close it again. I don’t think I’d like to be entombed in this crypt or whatever it is, in case we need to exit.”

To their surprise the interior was cool and possessed some form of invisible lighting which negated the need for their Aqk lights. Having squeezed through the outer doors, they faced another set of equally large double doors, positioned directly opposite the entrance, twenty feet across a corridor lined with sculptures. The structure seemed to contain just one major room. The second doors were covered in a soft fabric and opened easily to the touch. What greeted them was indescribable. The one hundred and twenty foot square marble enclosure glittered in gold and precious gemstones with purple drapery and several golden banners hanging from a twenty-five foot ceiling. A thick gold and purple carpet covered the steps leading up to a throne which sat against the middle of the far wall. The environment looked pristine, as if whoever had been there had just stepped out. The absence of people produced a poignant impression. The silence was broken only by the sound of water trickling down a walled waterfall on either side of the throne.

Wolfram chuckled saying, “Morgan is in his element. Just look at him.”

Morgan, spellbound, walked ahead giving his professional opinion on what he was seeing, “Strange, I expected some kind of burial chamber. This is obviously a throne room. The golden gem-encrusted throne sits in front of that gigantic wall decoration of an engraved, golden snake on a purple background. The waterfall is a symbol of supreme wealth in a desert. Those pots on the seven steps leading up to the throne look like their filled with offerings of diamonds, sapphires, rubies and some gemstones I’m not familiar with. If one was materialistic this would be a heart wrenching treasure trove. But our objective is to escape this den of temptation. As you will also observe, the throne is the highest point within this room.”

“Your right, Morgan,” replied Wolfram, “I pray the gate isn’t behind that serpent wall plaque. It must weigh a ton. But it seems to be the only possibility.”

Unwilling to accept defeat, Vette began ascending the steps saying, “Let’s take a closer look behind the throne, there may be some clue as to how that plaque rises.” Suddenly, on reaching the second step a marble block by the throne opened releasing a short, powerful arrow which shot out and embedded itself into Vette’s upper right leg. Vette cringed, grabbing her leg and began to fall. Rafie moved quickly and crouched trying to aid Vette’s retreat down the steps and onto the floor. The wound was bleeding profusely.

Angi yelled to Wolfram, “Quick, retrieve the pad from Vette’s kit. I’ve got to stop the bleeding.”

Handing Angi the pad Wolfram asked, “Is there anything else I can do?”

“Yes, help me pull out this arrow. There’s going to be tearing.”

Vette winced as Wolfram rapidly dislodged the arrow. The arrow out, Angi went to work at healing the wound, the blood seeping through the pad as she worked. Soon the bleeding eased. After checking the wound a couple of times Angi was assured the jagged edges had knit properly leaving a pencil-like mark on Vette’s leg. She then asked Vette, “How’s the pain?”

“I can manage,” came the whispered reply, “I’ve had worse in my line of work back home. Let me see if I can stand.”

“No wait,” replied Angi. “Wolfram, we’ve run out of pads. I need one for Vette. Any chance your wrist has mended by now? I’ll use the protective spray, then a silver sheet from our kit for safety and your pad for cushioning. Once I’ve completed all that can you help me get Vette up on her feet?”

“Sure, here’s my relatively clean pad.” And looking at his wrist he added, “I’ve practically nothing to show for my icy dip in the brook.”

Angi proceeded to dress the wound and seal up Vette’s ripped uniform. When completed Wolfram came to assist.

Vette tried nobly to stand but Angi, seeing the pain in her eyes and clinched jaw, asked, “How about we use one of Myttrwn’s tablets?” She was now concerned the degree of pain might indicate the arrow had grazed the bone.

A few minutes after taking the tablet Vette replied, “Good old Myttrwn. That helped Angi. I think I can navigate now.” Rafie moved closer. “I’ll activate my Aqk for a walking stick just like we did for Morgan.”

“Why don’t you rest Vette until we know what Wolfram and Morgan are going to do? We still have to get to that throne up there.”

On cue Wolfram appeared, “Angi, I wonder if you can use your javelin throwing skill again. I’m thinking if you aim it in the direction of the throne it might release any other hidden weapons. But before we do that Morgan and I will activate our Aqk shields and we’ll get Vette and the dogs to a safe location. Then Angi, once you release the javelin I want you to hit the deck. Morgan and I will try to deflect any other arrows or hidden devices.”

With everyone’s agreement, they positioned themselves. Angi created a throwing stick from her Aqk and, pacing herself, she threw it in the direction as indicated by Wolfram, then dropped to the floor. Three more arrows were released which were diverted by the shields.

Seeing the arrows Morgan commented, “I expect, those arrows were intended as a first line of defense against any unexpected attack on whoever sat on that throne. I’m sure the first arrow would alert the guards who would immediately attack the individual. Now that we’ve released three more arrows no further missiles should appear …………… of course, I might be wrong.”

“Are you willing to risk your life on that assumption?” asked Wolfram, not convinced there weren’t more defense mechanisms hidden near the throne.

“Sure, as long as I’m behind this shield,” replied Morgan.

Still armed with their shields, the two cautiously approached the throne. Nothing happened.

“It’s nice to be right on some things,” said Morgan with a wide grin.

“How’s our time?” asked Wolfram to no one in particular.

“We’re within twenty minutes of the third hour,” replied Angi. “We’re cutting it a bit tight if Zolar has another third hour. Somehow I expect not.”

“OK, Morgan, let’s try and move this throne,” said Wolfram, testing the item, “It’s not going to be easy, it’s solid.”

As the two struggled to shift the throne Angi noted the third hour had come and gone with no sound other than the squeaking of the throne being moved. Once achieved, Angi and Vette joined their companions, Vette carefully maneuvering the few steps up to the throne with the aid of her walking stick.

“Vette, why don’t you sit on the throne and raise your leg up on this,” suggested Morgan, pulling a nearby pot of precious stones closer.

As Vette positioned herself she said holding a few gemstones, “Never in my life have I been so close to such wealth. Strange isn’t it, I have no feeling for this stuff. I expect it’s due to our time with Myttrwn. Deep down I am slowly understanding his concept of our world being a hologram, and grasping after such material possessions has little meaning.”

Angi, taking the opportunity to wash her hands in the waterfall, replied, “I agree with you Vette. Myttrwn’s wisdom is penetrating my unconscious and making me re-evaluate many things. When this is over let’s philosophize more over a much deserved cup of tea back at our residence.”

“Ok Angi, since we’ve skipped past the third hour, do your magic and fly us to the fifth hour,” said Vette.

Angi did as requested focusing on the blue gemstones of her medallion. When they reached five minutes to the fifth hour they waited.

This time the click was heard by Morgan standing closest to the serpent plaque. “There it is. It will be sad to leave such splendour but we must move on.”

Moments after the click the huge plaque rose effortlessly upward revealing a metal gate. As the gate swung open the eight proceeded through, Wolfram and Angi following Vette to make sure she was able to navigate after her injury. The dogs trailed behind.

At that very hour, the attendants in the monitoring room of the House of Life announced, with delight, the progress of the four candidates into Chamber Five.

 

*   *   *

 

Pyramid, Chamber 5

 

When the gate to Chamber Four closed the four found themselves in the dark. A gloom so penetrating that they could barely discern the individual standing next to them.

“Flick on your night vision,” instructed Wolfram. “This is our world for the next few hours. And I thought the fog of Boston was thick, this definitely caps it.”

The night vision feature of the goggles gave them some advantage but even this had its limitations for they were still unable to see any distance.

“Our critical dilemma,” said Angi, “is with such restricted visibility detecting a rise of land or building will be almost impossible.”

“Your right, Angi. This is going to be a problem. I believe the entrance is to our right where the dogs are headed,” replied Wolfram. “You don’t suppose the dogs have night vision as well, they’re moving rather easily in this mush. Or do these dogs navigate on some other system?”

“Nothing surprises me about these dogs or Myttrwn’s skills,” replied Morgan, “The dogs likely have other built-in capabilities, we should use them as our lead.”

“Good idea, right now I’d be grateful for any guidance. In this darkness let’s keep close and resume talking.” Then Wolfram added, “Vette are you OK?”

“I’m fine. I’m still using my walking stick and Myttrwn’s medicine has relieved the pain,” came Vette’s response, speaking within feet of Wolfram.

Entering Chamber Five all they could discern about their environment was that they were on the ground floor of some elaborate building with possible rooms off in all directions. What little they could see with their goggles was that the building appeared deserted evidenced by the chaotic disarray of furniture and the layers of dust and cobwebs.

“Watch your step,” yelled Wolfram as he stumbled over a fallen item on the floor, “It’s the small stuff underfoot that’s deadly. Let’s stop and review our next move.” He whistled for the dogs who appeared almost instantly.

“The dogs came from the right, should we go in that direction?” asked Morgan.

“The dogs are an option, but I’d like another, if possible,” said Wolfram. “My concern in the intensity of this gloom is if we make a mistake it will be a nightmare backtracking. We could waste an awful lot of time.”

Then unexpectedly a wee voice penetrated the darkness, “Can I help?”

Startled by the presence of anyone else in the pyramid but themselves, Angi asked, “Come here so we can see you?” The hair on the back of her neck began to bristle as the voice moved closer. The dogs, restive, assumed a guarded position in front of them.

Barely visible in their night vision goggles, walked a sickly child, a boy about six, his appealing eyes aimed straight for their heart. He was dressed in nondescript, worn-out clothes and walked with a shuffle.

“Do you live here?” asked Angi.

“Yes, this is my house,” replied the expressionless child.

“Where has everyone gone?” asked Angi.

“I don’t know,” replied the child, reluctant to look at Angi.

“Where are your parents?” asked Angi.

“I don’t know,” replied the child, holding the same pose.

“What’s your name?” asked Angi.

“Boyson,” replied the child.

Morgan coughed, and elbowed Angi.

“What is it Morgan?” she asked, not wanting to interrupt her conversation with the child.

Whispering he replied, “Boyson is another name for poison. It may mean nothing or it could be trouble. Remember Sirona mentioned spirits……… this could be one of them.”

Angi was not dismissive of her intuition or Morgan’s warning but thought it wise to play along as, if this was a spirit, it might endanger their progress. Speaking quietly to the others she asked, “Should we ask the child for directions?”

“It’s a lead,” said Wolfram, “But I’ve got a nagging feeling in my gut about this.”

“So have I,” came Vette’s reply. “Twelve minutes………. no more. Then we get rid of this waif and consider our own path. This child gives me the willies.”

“Fine, twelve minutes,” replied Angi, and turning to the child she said, “Boyson, can you help us find our way through this building?” asked Angi.

“Yeh, sure,” came the reply,” Follow me.” Boyson, shuffling slowly, guided them down a long corridor and into a lit room where, to their surprise, was an extended table brimming with food and drink, as if set for invited guests. The room was also clean and devoid of cobwebs.

Morgan, stepping past Angi surveyed the feast and exclaimed, “Now that’s what I need, some descent food. I can’t remember when we ate last. The wine would hit the spot right now after all we’ve been through.”

In the gloom the child’s grin could not be discerned by the others. “It’s all for you,” said Boyson pointing to the table, “And there’s more if you want.”

As Morgan picked up a bunch of grapes Vette’s walking stick came crashing down on his arm causing him to drop the fruit. “Vette, what the hell is wrong with you. We’re famished. It’s been hours since we ate last.” Morgan moaned as he rubbed his arm.

Vette, yelled at Morgan, “Remember Sirona’s command, not to eat or drink anything offered in this pyramid? You yourself said the boy’s name could be trouble. I bet this food and drink are laced with poison. Zolar missed nothing.”…………. Then turning she continued her rant saying, “Where’s that conniving little brat, ghost or no ghost, he was here to destroy us.”

As hard as they looked the boy could not be found. Following their rejection of refreshments, a high pitched laugh pierced the silence as if mocking them.

“Go to hell,” came Vette’s parting yelp. “We’ll not be lured into your diabolical plot.”

“Whew, that was a close call,” remarked Wolfram. “Stay alert. We’ll now have to weave our way back to the start. Thankfully it’s not too far but we’ve lost time.”

They had all been checking markers while following the boy so they were soon back at the beginning.

“Let’s go with the dogs,” suggested Morgan, “Them we know and trust.”

And so the dogs were directed to find the gate, a first in their journey through the pyramid.

“I believe they are actually pleased to have been asked,” said Morgan, “I’m new to dogs, do they have emotions?”

Vette had calmed down and now regretted the forcefulness of her action. “Sorry Morgan, I hope I didn’t hurt you in preventing you from eating those grapes.”

“I’m fine Vette. I should have remembered. If you hadn’t hit me I might have been a goner. However, it still doesn’t eliminate my hunger. Maybe when we get to where we’re going we can take another sip of Myttrwn’s brew.”

“Morgan, to answer your question on dogs, my only experience is with police dogs who were trained to assist us in capturing criminals. Not that I had such a dog, but they were in our unit. They did show affection for their trainers, it was a very close bond. I expect we know far too little about our furry friends and especially these ones designed by Myttrwn.” Angi, Vette and Morgan continued chatting about dogs as they continued following their guides.

Wolfram was not entirely sure following the dogs was wise but it was their only option. As they meandered through various corridors and rooms he tried to determine their direction by his own instincts. As they rounded a corner midway in their journey a loud piercing sound shattered the silence, assailing their ears, a sound that grew more penetrating and disorienting by the minute. Even the dogs started pawing their ears. “As much as I regret saying this, perhaps we should stop for a few minutes to consider some remedy for this,” said Wolfram.

“I agree,” replied Angi, “We need to cushion our ears. I’m getting nauseated. It’s not like we can switch off this misery. I bet Zolar programmed an extra loud version of this just for us.”

“Is there anything in these rooms we can use for padding against this onslaught?” asked Vette.

“There’s padding in those benches over there,” said Morgan, “Perhaps we can stuff it in our headgear.”

“Good idea,” replied Wolfram, taking the sharp device provided by Sirona to cut the pads. Each one assisted the other in padding their ears.

Once completed, Angi said, “Now, how can we help the dogs. There suffering.”

“We’ll pad their ears as well,” said Vette. “It’s only for a short time until we clear this. We’re experiencing one colossal demonstration of sound pollution. We should iPhone the environmentalists to come and protest.” They all laughed, which relieved some of the tension.

Well padded, they moved on. The dogs eventually led them outside the building into an enclosed courtyard, the gloom following them. Once outside they removed the padding.

“This must be it,” said Angi, “It’s huge, so it will take time to find a gate.”

“We’re not stopping,” replied Wolfram, “The dogs are still moving. See, they’re starting up that far stairway. Let’s keep them in sight.”

At the top of the stairs they found themselves in a second enclosed courtyard, slightly smaller than the first with no exit or stairway.

“This must be it,” said Wolfram, still uneasy about following the dogs fearing they might have reached a dead end.

All four dogs made their way to a far alcove where a sculptured snake was in evidence and sat down. In reaching the alcove the four were stunned to discover how large it was and that they were standing in front of a stone gate with no visible latches or hinges.

“Well, we have a gate, but is it the right one?” asked Morgan, sitting down on a bench near the sculpture.

“How’s our time?” asked Vette.

“With all our coming and going, and ups and downs we’ve chewed up the time,” said Angi. “We’re within five minutes of the third hour. Let’s stand around and see if anything happens on the third hour.”

The third hour came and went.

Vette, joining Morgan was glad to get off her injured leg. “I suppose it’s time for us to get Angi to bounce us onward.”

“Fine, here goes,” said Angi. At five minutes to the fifth hour they waited. But again nothing happened.

“So we’re stuck here in this gloom to the seventh hour,” said Wolfram. “Press on Angi. I’ll be glad to put this chamber behind us, it’s creepy.”

At five minutes to the seventh hour Wolfram, restless and moving close to the gate, heard a sound but this time there was no click but a metallic voice appeared saying, “To enter the next chamber you must answer a chosen question.”

“Damn, I remember, this gate has a riddle to solve,” said Wolfram. “OK you three it’s all yours. We have three chances. I pray you’re good at this as I do not want to be stuck in this darkened hell.”

The voice then recited the riddle: “Voiceless it cries, wingless flutters, toothless bites, and mouthless mutters. What is it?”

After some thought Angi replied, “Snow.”

Nothing happened.

“One down, two to go,” replied Wolfram, wanting desperately to move on.

Silence fell as the three wrestled with the second reply. Then Morgan whispered to Angi and Vette, his proposed answer. They nodded their heads for him to reply.

In a loud voice Morgan replied, “Wind.”

Within seconds they heard a familiar click and the gate swung open.

“Great work you guys,” said Wolfram, “The riddle champs of Tir na nOg.” And with a light step he took the lead into the next chamber.

Once again, their progress was noted in the House of Life. The four candidates had reached the sixth chamber.

 

*   *   *

 

Pyramid, Chamber 6

 

As the Chamber Five gate snapped shut behind them the four took time to sip Myttrwn’s elixir to resuscitate their depleted energies.

“We’re almost there,” said Morgan, “Just this chamber and a short run in Chamber Seven and we’re home and dry.”

“Don’t count your chickens too soon,” warned Wolfram, “Zolar may have loaded his greatest surprise for the finale. I’m not dismissing our overall fortitude, but without the aid of Sirona, Myttrwn, Angi and the dogs this could have been a much sadder outcome, which is still not over. So, let’s brace ourselves and take a look at what this chamber has to offer.”

“I wonder why there’s a closed door to the chamber entrance,” asked Morgan walking towards it. Curious, he opened the door, and instantly slammed it shut.

“What is it Morgan?” asked Angi, noting the revulsion on his face.

“Oh God, the place is crawling…………..I mean literally crawling with snakes. They’re everywhere and may be inches thick over the entire floor. How in hell are we going to get through this? I have never seen so many snakes in my entire life.”

“Snakes,” replied Vette, “I’m not going to look, I’ll take your word for it, Morgan. I detest crawly things. And a room full of snakes is about the vilest thing I can imagine.”

“Let me take a look,” said Angi, “May be there’s an upper walkway or something which we can use to get above the snakes.” She opened the door and took time surveying the chamber, several snakes almost escaping through the open door. Making sure the door was secure she returned to report, “There’s nothing. We’ll be forced to wade through them. But on a positive note this time there’s only one room as I can see the gate in a distant corner.”

“Angi, how far is the gate from this entrance?” asked Wolfram.

“A rough guess, maybe four or five hundred feet,” replied Angi.

“That’s far enough,” replied Vette, “And we’d have to endure this for at least three hours or more. Yuk………. that’s downright gruesome.”

“You know,” said Wolfram, thinking through their situation, “As far as this initiation is concerned, even if we sit in this outer vestibule, we are still in Chamber Six. There’s no one to argue the point. So, how about we stay put for a spell to reduce our contact time with these snakes. In the meantime, we might come up with some genius solution.”

“I’m all for that,” replied Morgan, “The shorter the time the better.”

They slid down onto the floor and the dogs curled up together. Time passed as they discussed options to get through the chamber with minimal contact with the snakes but every solution seemed flawed.

It was well past the second hour when a thought came to Angi. “We’ve had no contact from Sirona since the beginning of this journey. Now that we’re stuck here why don’t I try contacting her from this side? What do you think?” Angi wasn’t about to mention her dream to avoid upsetting her companions even more. But her suggestion was precisely that, just in case the dream was about to become reality.

“Good idea, but how?” asked Wolfram.

“Now I must tell you, I’ve never done this before as Myttrwn had just begun teaching me how to project myself into another space when we were hijacked for this initiation. What is supposed to happen is that I go into a deep meditation and try to make contact using Myttrwn’s initial instructions. All I ask is that you don’t touch me while I’m in this state. The dogs will stay quiet if we are quiet.”

“Well, give it a try,” said Vette, “We’re going nowhere in finding a solution. We’ll continue to tax our brain while you’re trying to communicate.”

“Here goes,” said Angi as she crossed her legs and placed her hands across her legs, palms up. She first surrounded her body in the multi-colours of the medallion gemstones. Then the prescribed breathing exercises helped her enter a peaceful zone where she silently gave a series of commands as directed by Myttrwn. Nothing happened except the steady, familiar universal hum recorded in her ears. Having learned to be patient, she waited continuing to mumble the commands as a mantra, over and over and over again. Oblivious of time, she tumbled deeper and deeper into a meditative state, waiting. Then, unexpectedly, a bright light emerged followed by a sense of weightlessness. Into view, as if in a dream, appeared the monitoring room of the House of Life with all its people and activities.

Myttrwn, sensing a change in energy, looked up and stated calmly, “Welcome, Angi, we’ve been worried about you.”

The others were astonished at the ghost-like image of Angi standing in their midst straining to enunciate words. Finally she articulated, “Not much time………. we’re in Chamber Six……….. managing………I had a dream……….. Chamber Seven had flashing red lights aimed at us……… could be trouble …………...can’t hold,” and with those final words the image evaporated.

“Remarkable,” was Myttrwn’s first comment.

Andrew turned to Bryce and said, “Contact at last! I won’t even try to understand how she did it. But it’s a warning of trouble ahead. We have to act.”

“That’s it,” said Sirona. “Myttrwn, she’s talking about lasers. Zolar meant to kill them if they even made it to Chamber Seven. I’ll give Corb the order. We have no time to waste.”

“I agree,” replied Myttrwn, “We must prepare……….” he did not complete the sentence as his mind was racing ahead.

Sirona pressed an arm communication device connecting her to the waiting crew by the emergency planes, “Corb, this is Sirona, proceed at once to the pyramid. Use every means to breakdown the exit gate.”

Angi took a few minutes to pull herself out of her meditative state. Smiling she looked around to see her friends and dogs silently waiting. Vette was first to speak.

“Did you get through?” asked Vette.

“Yes, but I couldn’t hold the image,” replied Angi, “They know where we are and that we’re about to transverse Chamber Six. Everyone looks fine. I’ve no idea why communications ceased.”

Wolfram noticed that Angi was pale and showing signs of exhaustion but held any comment, as he thought to himself, “These so-called magic acts are draining her and we still have two chambers to go. I’ll be glad when this damned initiation is over.”

“I don’t suppose you had time to ask Sirona and Myttrwn on how we might circumnavigate the snakes?” asked Vette.

“No, I didn’t have a chance,” replied Angi, “And by your question I expect you haven’t thought of one either.”

“Nothing…………. we’re stumped,” replied Morgan, “If you want the truth, I’d be content at sitting here until someone decides to rescue us. But that’s a chicken’s approach. Actually, I want to complete this initiation just to stymie Zolar’s well-planned attempt at getting rid of us.”

Vette, inspired by Morgan’s comments, responded, “You’re right Morgan, I said it before and I’ll say it again, that damnable man is not going to win. Come on, we are bright people, there has to be a solution.”

Just then a thought popped into Angi’s mind which she voiced, “What about frost? If I can create a frost the snakes might go into a deep slumber.”

“Hey, that might work,” said Wolfram, pleased at a breakthrough, “Then we could use our shields and push our way through groggy snakes to get to the gate.”

“Fine,” replied Vette, “But how long will they stay that way?”

“I’ve no idea,” replied Angi, “But it’s the only option on the table right now.”

“The time is marching on,” said Morgan. “If we’re going to go through this chamber we have to get on with it.”

“What’s our time?” asked Angi.

“We’ve got forty minutes to the third hour,” replied Vette, “And please God let this one be at the third hour or Angi will have to be pumping out frost plus bouncing us onto the next hours.”

“OK, let’s get started,” said Wolfram, “First, make sure you’re fully protected, gloves, goggles, and tight headgear. Then we’ll create as large a shield as we can with our Aqks. We’ll let Angi’s frost take hold before we move in and we’ll keep the dogs close as they may be upset with snakes.”

“They may be upset with the snakes,” replied Vette in a high pitched voice, “There’re not the only ones. I’m praying this will be swift sailing as I do not want to spend one second extra in this cursed place.”

And so they proceeded………… Angi created a fog-like frost over the entire room leaving a white haze. Most of the snakes slowed and then stopped moving.

Before entering the doorway Wolfram stated, “Morgan and I will form a v-shaped pincer movement with our shields while you two use your shields on the wings. Stay in unison as we press forward. Signal if we need to stop. Right?”

“Right,” came the united reply.

“Here goes,” said Wolfram, hoping against hope that their plan would work.

In a plow-like manner with the dogs tucked close, they pushed the lazy snakes aside as they edged their way towards the gate on the opposite side of the room. But all snakes were not affected by the frost, and these presented a problem. The dogs growled and barked when snakes rose above the shields or dropped on them or someone’s uniform. The four were not only pushing strenuously on their shields but also flipping the occasional snake away as they made their way towards the gate. Chamber Six held every conceivable variety of snake, large and small, fat and thin, and in a variety of colours. Reaching mid-way Wolfram signalled a stop.

“Angi the frost is only hitting the top layer of snakes. Any chance you could create a snowstorm or is that asking too much?” asked Wolfram.

“Sure, I’ll give it a go. If I can’t manage snow I’ll increase the frost,” replied Angi.

Within minutes snow started falling as Wolfram signaled to push on. This change resulted in them thrusting aside both snow and drowsy snakes. But finally, they reached the gate, five minutes to the third hour.

“Thanks, Angi, the snow worked,” said Vette, “Honestly, I don’t think I could have imagined a worse place………… this is horrid. I know little about snakes but I suspect some of these are poisonous. Thanks heavens we had these uniforms.”

Sweating, Morgan asked, “If any of you are good at praying now’s the hour. Please beseech God that this gate is rigged for the third hour.”

On the third hour, to their relief, another mechanical voice appeared saying, “To enter the next chamber you must answer a chosen question.”

“Here we go again,” said Wolfram, “Well, my riddle champions, listen and coax your brains into a quick answer, as this wiggly brood won’t stay calm for long.”

The voice then recited the riddle: “It may only be given, not taken or bought, what the sinner desires but the enlightened do not. What is it?”

Angi, Vette and Morgan struggled, various words whispered back and forth and rejected. Time was passing.

Restless, Wolfram commented, “Hey guys, I don’t want to be difficult, but for God’s sake have a go at it, you have three chances.”

Vette was about to speak when Angi signaled she thought she had the answer. “Go ahead,” replied Vette, “My reply would just waste a turn.”

Angi in a loud voice said, “Forgiveness.”

“Forgiveness,” repeated Morgan and Vette…… “Are you sure?”

Their question was answered with a loud click as the gate started to open. At the same moment the snakes stopped moving as if overcome by some spell.

“Let’s get the hell out of here,” said Wolfram anxious to escape.

“Wait,” said Angi. “We all agreed that this is when Zolar would have his last shot at us. So why don’t you let me take the lead. I’ll place a shield around myself as an extra precaution.”

Not entirely comfortable with the idea, Wolfram nevertheless conceded saying, “Fine, Angi you go ahead, I’ll follow you with Vette and Morgan coming behind. Let’s get on with it, we’re almost there.”

Their advancement into Chamber Seven was recorded in the House of Life by the attendants in the monitoring room and conveyed to all present.

 

*   *   *

 

Pyramid, Chamber 7

 

Chamber Seven was an exact repeat of her dream with its pitch-black room and raised altar in the distance. Skylar ran ahead as Angi nervously stepped out anticipating the worst and thinking rapidly to herself, “It’s imperative I take the lead as I possess the medallion and can create a protective shield. Perhaps if I absorb whatever Zolar has devised for us it will spare the others. This has been a fantastic journey and if it’s to end here, so be it.” With a deep breathe she momentarily turned to see her three companions standing at the entrance ready to advance into the chamber. Taking another step, a series of laser beams, aimed directly at Angi, shattered the darkness. Skylar, sensing the danger, jumped to protect her, the laser beam striking both as they tumbled onto the chamber floor.

Wolfram reacted, yelling, “We’re under attack. Angi’s been hit. Vette, you and Morgan stick to this wall and at its end crawl like hell towards that altar. I’m going after Angi.”

Vette and Morgan did as instructed, the laser beams dancing all around them as they crawled furiously towards the altar, their only protection.

Wolfram, under laser fire, crawled towards Angi, Dusky trying to protect him. Reaching her, he shoved the dormant carcass of Skylar off, and with all his strength dragged Angi’s lifeless body across the floor towards the altar, the laser beams tracking their movements, striking the floor inches from their bodies. Reaching the altar he felt for Angi’s pulse. “It’s awfully weak,” he thought to himself, a chill entering his body. “Hold on Angi,…….. Just hold on……… It’s over.” He looked up to see Vette and Morgan huddled at the other side of the altar away from the pulsating laser attack.

Then suddenly a bright, flash explosion engulfed the chamber causing the exit gate to collapse. A group of uniformed individuals poured in, silhouetted against the first outside light they had seen since entering the pyramid. The laser gun fire ceased. In the midst of the confusion a hand reached up and collected four crystals.

Wolfram looked up to see Corb and Dylan racing towards him with a floating emergency cubicle, “Am I glad to see you two,” said Wolfram, struggling to rise, “Angi’s been hit.”

“We know,” replied Corb, “Get her into this cubicle and come with me.”

Wolfram hesitated knowing the space limitation of the planes.

“Go……….. go with Corb,” ordered Dylan, “The rest of the crew and I will take care of the others. We’ll be right behind you. Sirona and Myttrwn are waiting.”

“Come on, and take your dog,” yelled Corb, “We all know about Myttrwn’s latest creations.”

They raced to the first plane, boarded, and Corb, speaking to Myttrwn in his own language, flew to the House of Life. Upon landing Corb and Wolfram sprinted through the corridor with the floating cubicle between them, heading towards the therapy centre where Sirona and Myttrwn stood waiting.

Hardly speaking, Sirona and Myttrwn rolled the cabinet into a single therapy unit, where Sirona quickly removed Angi’s belt and placed her on a floating white slab. The unit was a sophisticated harmonic structure designed to capture the planet’s normal energy grid for healing purposes. It was a symphony of light and sound, which Myttrwn had programmed to the human anatomy. Small flashing pieces of technology were placed at key points on Angi’s body as Sirona and Myttrwn worked feverously in assessing her condition and preparing the therapy.

Sirona’s only telepathic comment to Myttrwn was, “Look at the blood on her uniform. This was no ordinary initiation.”

Once Angi was prepared, Sirona and Myttrwn exited the unit, and proceeded to initiate treatment from a hi-tech panel. Through a large glass window Corb and Wolfram watched as Angi floated in mid-air surrounded by a soft humming sound and pulsating light. At that point Myttrwn, turning to speak to Wolfram, noticed he was unsteady and beginning to fall.

“Get Wolfram into the next unit at once,” ordered Myttrwn. His command bringing other attendants. “Put the other two in the following units, they’re all needing therapy.”

Within minutes, Dylan arrived with Vette in a floating cubicle. Morgan followed in another. The dogs were running beside the floating cubicles. On a separate cubicle came the remains of Skylar, which Myttrwn ordered transported to his personal lab. With a single verbal command, Myttrwn caused the three robotic dogs to take up positions outside their owner’s unit and shut down.

After Sirona and Myttrwn made sure Wolfram, Vette and Morgan were stabilized they met with the rest of the Gaia team who were standing around anxious to hear the prognosis of their colleagues.

“How’s Angi?” asked a worried Andrew, knowing she was the worst off.

“I’ll be honest with you,” replied Myttrwn, “Although, Skylar tried to protect her, Angi still received a major blow from the laser and is in critical condition. I expect she was already exhausted from the effort of getting them through the pyramid, and was likely unable to achieve the protection needed. It may take days before I can tell you more. The other three have not only been grazed by a laser but they have also sustained some physical injury which Angi has healed; Vette a leg wound, Morgan a head wound, and Wolfram an injury to his wrist. It will take time to assess their mental state. Nevertheless, they should take less time to heal.” Then looking at the anxious faces in front of him he added, “I expect any comment to have you return to your residence would be pointless.”

“True,” replied Andrew, “Bryce and I intend staying on and will keep watch until Vette, Wolfram and Morgan have recovered and there is more positive news on Angi. We’ll take shifts.”

“We’re sticking close as well,” replied Dylan, “I’m uncomfortable with Zolar floating in that adjacent unit to Angi and we’re still unsure if he was working with others. These four are not getting out of our protection again.”

Myttrwn admired their loyalty and determination and telepathically said to Sirona, “So be it. Let’s make the necessary arrangements. This could take days. I’m equally uncomfortable with Zolar in the same area but he’s unconscious and will remain so until there’s word of his trial.” He had hardly finished speaking to Sirona when he heard a commotion along the corridor and went to investigate.

Walking towards him was the Queen and her retinue, she was saying to Myttrwn as she approached, “I’m here to find out for myself the condition of these four individuals. I hear that Angi has been badly injured.”

“Yes, Your Majesty,” replied Myttrwn, “They are all in our therapy units and are stable at this point. Angi is critical.”

The Queen went to Angi’s unit and stood for a few minutes before speaking, “Is that blood on her uniform?”

“Yes,” replied Sirona, standing close to her mother, “Her companions encountered major injuries in the pyramid which she healed. All four were also hit by the laser attack.”

“I see,” replied the Queen in a voice that dripped of her displeasure. “Myttrwn, you informed me that you would have a detailed record of what happened in the pyramid. I wish to see it at once,” demanded the Queen.

“Very well, Your Majesty,” replied Myttrwn, “It will take me a few minutes to set up.”

“I’ll wait,” said the Queen, separating herself and Sirona to speak quietly about the situation. Her retinue moved to one side of the corridor and waited.

Myttrwn gave a verbal command to Dusky, Wolfram’s dog, which instantly awakened and walked over to Myttrwn. “Come with me to my lab. Each dog was equipped with a camera. We can see one version from Dusky. Later I’ll combine the images for a more complete review.”

“May we go as well?” asked Andrew.

“Yes, bring as many as you can spare but leave your security in place,” suggested the Queen. “Myttrwn, make sure the rest of the Gaia members and any others in our kingdom have a viewing. I want as many as possible to understand what happened. There will be no secrets when Zolar is tried for this crime.”

Myttrwn’s attendants had arranged as many chairs as possible in his restricted lab for the viewing, some decided to stand.

On a wide screen they watched a silent portrayal of the journey the four had experienced in the pyramid, Myttrwn asking periodically if the Queen would like it speeded up so they would get the essence of the ordeal without sitting through the full amount of time. Nevertheless, hours passed. It ended with the chamber of snakes, the snow and finally Chamber Seven.

The Queen stood as if to leave and hesitated, turning to the gathered audience she said, “I would like to inform our Gaia guests that the pyramid in our culture is intended to test our students not to kill them. This is a horrendous demonstration of this important aspect in our lives. Before too many days pass, I will get Sirona and Myttrwn to explain to you the extremes to which Zolar has corrupted this process. We shall talk again.” And on that she left the room.

Andrew and those able to attend the first showing were aghast at what they had seen, and impressed with the ingenuity and tenacity of their team. They returned to the treatment centre to relieve the others for the next viewing determined they would all see the combined images when they were available.

Andrew speaking to Bryce before he left for the viewing, said, “We shall be forever grateful to Sirona and Myttrwn and their swift preparation of Angi, Vette, Wolfram and Morgan. Without that this would surely have been a disaster. I’m not underestimating Angi’s skills, they were essential. In addition, we were blessed by Myttrwn’s genius in having these dogs wired to record what was happening. I would expect the dogs have been wired for much more. When you’ve viewed the material we’ll talk again.”

By the end of the second day Vette, Wolfram, Morgan had been released from the therapy units and joined their colleagues waiting for Angi to recover. Curious, they also took time to see the viewing and provided additional comments on some of the details. Watching the event proved overwhelming at times as by then they realized Angi’s contribution to their survival. While waiting, Sirona enlisted Vette to gather up the uniforms and belts and got the three back into their former attire. Myttrwn, also activated the dogs, realizing the bond established in their ordeal. This resulted at times in a rather crowded corridor of people and dogs.

The third day passed with little change in Angi’s prognosis. It was evident that Myttrwn and Sirona were growing anxious over the slowness of her recovery.

Late the third night Andrew arrived for his shift to find Wolfram and Dusty still sitting in front of Angi’s unit, the same place they had been hours before. “You still here?” asked Andrew. “Why not take a break. Get some rest. I’ll come and get you if there’s any change.”

“I’ll stick around,” replied Wolfram. Waiting before his next comment, he said, “You know Andrew, I just learned that Angi knew the seventh chamber could be lethal and deliberately took the lead. I should have stopped her.”

“Don’t start blaming yourself, my boy,” came Andrew’s sound advice, realizing Wolfram’s sense of guilt. “Angi did the right thing. After all, she had the medallion and thought she could provide enough protection to ward off whatever Zolar had devised. What she didn’t realize is that Zolar had rigged it to kill you.” He let that sink in before continuing, “By the way, when are you going to let her know how you feel about her?”

The question startled Wolfram, and he responded guardedly, “Ah Andrew, I’m ten years older than Angi. She needs a younger man.”

“Well you won’t be able to use that argument for long,” replied Andrew.

“Why not?” asked Wolfram puzzled by Andrew’s remark.

“Whatever our destiny, Myttrwn is about to ask you if you and the others will agree to be physically twenty-five years old, while Bryce and myself are to be fifty. On our behalf, the decision was easy. But as always you must make this choice yourself. Apparently we have a great deal of work ahead. You’re going to spend a lot of time with Angi. Does that change your mind?”

Wolfram smiled and looked at Andrew saying, “If that’s the case then Angi needs to recover as I definitely have something to say to her.”

The conversation dwindled as they silently continued their vigil.

 

*   *   *

 

Angi’s Therapy Unit

 

Alone, Angi found herself in a brightly lit venue with a loud humming sound in her ears. Walking about she felt no ground beneath her feet nor any atmosphere, everything seemed neutral.

“Am I dead?” she thought to herself, “Is this what it’s like? According to Myttrwn we just enter another level of consciousness. Is this it?” Then sensing another presence she asked, “Is anyone here?”

Out of the mist came a familiar voice, “Well, Angi, you have had quite a journey through the pyramid,” came Adawee’s introductory comment as she landed on an invisible pole.

“Ah, Adawee, you are indeed magical. Am I dead?” asked Angi, glad to have company. The piercing eyes of the Snowy Owl stared down at her.

“You’re not dead, Angi, but you’ve been badly injured,” replied Adawee. “Sirona and Myttrwn have you in a light and sound cocoon which is gently restoring your damaged cells. You will recover but it will take time. This will give you and me a chance for another chat.”

“I’m glad I haven’t died,” replied Angi, “I’d like to see my friends again. However, if you’re here talking to me then you must be able to enter my unconscious which is mysterious indeed. I’d love to know how but will let it go for now. What topic would you like to discuss this time?”

“We’ll begin with your pyramid initiation. What did you think of it?” asked Adawee.

“This initiation was dropped on us out of the blue and in summary was extremely arduous,” replied Angi. “I’m sure Zolar stacked the deck with the ultimate objective of eliminating us, but, fortunately with the aid of Sirona and Myttrwn, my medallion and Myttrwn’s dogs we survived……………… or I pray we all survived.”

“Your friends are fine if that’s worrying you. You were the most critically injured,” replied Adawee.

“Adawee could you explain why we had to go through this grueling ordeal after all we’re visitors not citizens of your kingdom?” asked Angi struggling with the ‘why’ of the whole nightmare.

“Would you believe that this testing was necessary and ordained?” replied Adawee.

“Ordained…….. by who?” asked Angi.

“By Fate………. by Destiny………. by the gods………. it doesn’t matter. You had to prove to our kingdom and your own that you were worthy of this medallion and the mission ahead,” replied Adawee, waiting to see how Angi would react to such news.

“Prove what?” asked Angi, shocked that she had to prove anything or was unworthy of having the medallion. After all she thought to herself, “I have the genetic code to wear this, who else would they select?”

Adawee expected the question and replied, “Prove that you could dismiss your ego and be willing to sacrifice your own life for another, or that you were willing to commit yourself to a higher purpose, or that you were willing to think in a different way, or that in the suffering you would discover more about yourself. The truth of all heroic journeys, and everyone is on a heroic journey, is that you listen to your heart and not conduct your life according to some political, social or other dogma or agenda. Conquering fear gives each individual the courage to live. The ultimate aim in life is to acquire wisdom and to serve others, however you define ‘others’. Early in your life, Angi, you chose to serve others, this was just a further test to determine the depth of that commitment.”

“I see,” said Angi. After some thought she asked, “How did I do?”

Adawee was growing used to Angi’s point-blank questions and replied, “You did just fine. On different levels you performed superbly. But it’s not over yet, you have one final test which will occur in a few days.”

“Oh help, not more tests,” moaned Angi, “What is it this time?”

“You will know when it appears,” said Adawee, “It is not my place to tell you ahead of time.”

“I’ve become used to your ways, Adawee. You have rules to follow. So I will wait. But I’m not looking forward to any more tests.” Wanting to change the topic she asked, “Let’s return to the pyramid. Do I take it that this torture test was somehow prescribed? Was it by one individual or a group?”

“Not so much arranged by anyone, as it was required at this point in time to test you and your colleagues,” replied Adawee.

“Was Zolar a conscious or unconscious pawn?” asked Angi.

“I expect if that is my only two choices, I would have to say an unconscious one,” replied Adawee. “He was ready to act and the setting gave him the opportunity. Zolar is an individual who possesses an overinflated ego of his own importance, and this combined with his inability to forgive life’s many wounds either to himself or others made him vulnerable. In his opinion he was doing a noble act by forcing you to endure the ultimate test of this kingdom. If you succeeded then he could stand virtuously before the Council of Elders and say that the medallion was in the right hands. Of course he assumed, being from Gaia, you would fail his well-orchestrated and impossible trials which would substantiate his poor opinion of your planet and in turn undermine Sirona and Myttrwn. It was a well-constructed trap to snare a number of individuals. He will be most distressed that it failed.”

“That man is downright evil in my books,” stated Angi venting her frustrations.

“Evil………. now that’s a topic that needs some discussion. Angi, do you believe that evil can ever be eradicated?” asked Adawee, fluffing her feathers as she repositioned herself on the stand.

“That’s a tough one,” replied Angi, “Throughout our recorded history many have tried to eradicate what they considered evil. For example, one war ends and another begins. One disease is brought under control or eliminated and another pops up. We live in a world of immense suffering, some having it worse than others. As I said before, our media dishes out a daily litany of local, national and international tales of woe, the list seems endless. Such news aggravates anxiety and fear in people, some get so overwhelmed they disengage from life. To answer your question, no I don’t feel evil can be eradicated at least not in my lifetime.”

“Have you ever thought what your world would be like devoid of evil or darkness?” asked Adawee.

“You mean if we actually achieved peace on earth……… now that would be a miracle,” said Angi trying to grapple with an inconceivable concept. “It would be nice to imagine we could have a month………. or even a year………. with no wars, disasters or heart wrenching family issues but it’s hard to picture.”

“No health issues either…………. what about that?” asked Adawee knowing this would be a familiar topic for Angi.

“What a fantastic idea,” replied Angi.

“But what about all those people involved in such activities, would they be able to find other work?” asked Adawee, probing the economic implications of such a drastic shift.

Angi still grappling with the possibilities, relied, “Oh, I expect so. Mankind would use its energies on other issues like improving our environment and the lives of all people.”

“That’s a noble thought. But if there was less death from disease how could you feed, clothe and house all the people?” asked Adawee.

“We can’t do that now so there would have to be greater population control which would aggravate a lot of people. But still, I think less illness would still be good,” replied Angi unwilling to dismiss the benefit to mankind.

Pushing harder Adawee asked, “Is there any part of you that would allow both good and evil, light and dark, the opposites to exist side by side in your world, both intended to promote spiritual growth?”

“Are you trying to tell me, Adawee, that both good and evil are necessary? That misfortune and suffering are needed in our lives?” asked Angi, a thought foreign to her upbringing.

“Go on,” suggested Adawee, not wanting to interrupt Angi’s train of thought.

After a few minutes Angi proceeded, “I suppose, however remote, if we didn’t have evil or darkness then we would be unable to appreciate goodness and light.” A pause allowed another thought to enter her mind, “You know this reminds me of a discussion I once had with a gifted artist. He insisted that there would be no great paintings without shadows. And a playwright said a theatrical performance would be boring without shadowy characters. Yet, it sounds much more alarming when applied to real life. I was brought up to believe we had to fight and eliminate evil in our society, that peace was our objective.”

“Don’t misunderstand me, Angi, peace is an honourable objective but all societies have evil, sorrow and inequality. If you really want to succeed in life you need to know how to live in such societies by humbly passing through them. Your primary objective is to seek wisdom and love which cannot be acquired through material acts or goods. While life offers pain and suffering, compassion allows you to open doors to its spiritual treasures.”

“Does this mean that any evil I’ve encountered in life is there for a reason?” asked Angi, “Adawee, you’re not suggesting that suffering is good for me?”

“I think you already know the answer to that question, Angi,” replied Adawee, pushing the topic a bit further. “You must admit, it’s often in moments of greatest darkness or sorrow that you learn the most in life. Why is it that when people gather they dwell on their most negative memories?”

“Ah, I see. Because that is when they have encountered the best about themselves or those around them and some have received actual miracles under such circumstances. Just look at me, at my darkest hour of losing my grandmother and finding out I might die, this whole group of people appeared. They have become my new family.”

“That’s true, Angi. It’s as if the cosmos receives a signal to join in the journey and comes bearing gifts such as the kindness of strangers or the opening of unexpected doors.”

“I now know where this discussion is headed. You’re leading me right back to Zolar aren’t you?” asked Angi.

“I suppose so,” replied Adawee, “What are your thoughts now on his role in your present ordeal?”

“If I have understood this conversation, Zolar was a willing pawn in my Destiny. He was prepared to use his power and position to harm us just to nurture his ego. The risk was that he would substantiate his argument that we were unworthy of this medallion and whatever mission Sirona and Myttrwn was about to propose. He would succeed in holding back the Earth’s advancement, and would have done it according to his interpretation of your kingdom’s rules. He likely felt that in the end he would be richly rewarded for his actions. Of course, egotists never contemplate the alternative. If we succeeded then all his plans would have backfired.”

“Very good, Angi, you are growing in wisdom. The cosmos wants you to succeed and in your dream world you are given the means to accomplish it. In the end you will be judged on how you perform during both the highs and the lows. Now remember there is one final test which will arise in the next few days,” said Adawee, a signal she was about to depart.

“Very well, I’ll remember,” replied Angi, not convinced she was up to any more trials. “But before you disappear, can you tell me when I can let my friends know about you. I was hoping this might happen before we entered the pyramid.”

“Soon, Angi. I’ll appear in person to you and your friends. Then you will know who I am.”

“Fine, ………..I’m sorry you have to leave me here alone but understand, you likely have other duties,” replied Angi, suddenly feeling drowsy.

“Rest, Angi. Let the therapy repair your body. It’s always a pleasure talking with you.” And with that she disappeared leaving Angi alone with her thoughts.

 

*   *   *

 

The Palace

 

A private meeting was initiated by the Queen with Sirona and Myttrwn to discuss the pyramid fiasco. They gathered in the Queen’s residence, sitting around a small table overlooking an interior garden. The garden, designed with meticulous attention to grandeur and scent, filled the venue with an exotic perfume. On the Queen’s orders, all servants had been dismissed to give them privacy.

The Queen began, “This scandalous situation has disgraced our kingdom. Zolar deliberately submitted our guests to an outrageous ordeal. My first mistake was accepting his word that it would be a basic initiation. I thought by agreeing to this it might silence any Council members resistant to our contact with Gaia. I was wrong. If it hadn’t been for your quick action in providing them with special clothing and tools the outcome could have been disastrous irrespective of Angi’s abilities. Have you anything further to add?”

Sirona understanding her mother’s anguish, replied, “Perhaps we were all at fault and too dismissive of Zolar’s motives. He certainly concealed his resentment over the post-plague demotion of his family’s prestige centuries ago and his evident anti-Gaia stance. I thought it was his usual obsessive and rigid attitude to rules and resistance to change which orchestrated his actions. I now realize that his hatred and fanaticism ran far deeper than anyone could have imagined. Ignoring the decision of the Council, he took matters into his own hands and formulated a plan to murder our guests to prevent the medallion from ever being used. This will have far reaching diplomatic implications. Somehow he thought by killing himself he would escape punishment. Our screening methods certainly slipped up on this one.”

Myttrwn, contemplating his reply, stepped in as Sirona finished, “You know I even mentioned the plague in my early talks with our Gaia guests fearing they might encounter some negativity outside the palace grounds. I never thought it would be smoldering right under our nose. This situation has highlighted several problems. First, Zolar was able to block his deepest thoughts for years which means that others may be doing the same thing. That is something I must think about as it pertains to our security. Second, Zolar was able to reprogram the entire pyramid and create a lethal initiation program without a single whisper of suspicion. We must never let this happen again. My skilled technicians are presently stripping down his handiwork to reset the pyramid. I only hope that this has not frightened our students from considering their own initiation. My technicians are also making strides at unscrambling Zolar’s communication blocks so we can prevent this in the future. This has definitely been a wakeup call for all of us.”

Adding to Myttrwn’s comments the Queen said, “We must also thoroughly review the role of Director of the House of Learning and the rules governing the school and initiation programs. In the meantime, Myttrwn, the Council and I would like you to assume temporary charge of the school until we’ve had time to make other arrangements.”

“As you wish, Your Majesty,” replied Myttrwn.

“Next, have you had time to explain to our Gaia guests that this was not our usual initiation process?” asked the Queen.

“Yes,” replied Sirona, “Except for Angi who is still recovering.”

“I’ll count on you Sirona to make sure she is fully informed as she has been the most damaged by this, a matter which greaves me greatly.”

Sirona nodded.

“Now, how is Zolar?” asked the Queen, her voice raised at the mention of his name. “We must transfer him at once to more secure quarters pending his trial. He will remain under strict security and be checked frequently to prevent any possibility of him escaping the full weight of the law of this kingdom.”

“I’ll attend to this at once,” replied Sirona, “He will be moved to a palace security cell and remain under guard.”

“Myttrwn, is he well enough to be moved?” asked the Queen.

“At present he’s in a semi-conscious state but I can reverse that,” replied Myttrwn. “I’ll work with Sirona to get him transferred. My only request is that I be able to see him on a regular basis to assess his mental and physical state. Once he learns of the failure of his plans he may fall into a deep depression and make another attempt on his life. He will surely know what lies ahead, a humiliating life for a proud man.”

“Proud indeed,” replied the Queen, displaying little sympathy, “If it wasn’t for such pride he would not have resorted to such treachery. He not only considered himself above the law, he also believed he could defy a decision of his monarch and Council. Action like this leads to anarchy. The question is whether the four from Gaia will agree to face Zolar as is our custom. What do you think?”

Sirona thought before replying, “It may be a lot to ask. I’m not sure they will have recovered sufficiently to face him. Myttrwn, you have a better understanding of their condition, what do you think?”

“Don’t underestimate them,” was Myttrwn’s immediate reply, “I definitely think they should be asked. If they agree, then may I suggest a smaller audience? The full Council might be a bit intimidating.”

“Myttrwn, if you approach the four, I’ll press for a smaller audience,” replied the Queen. “I would prefer they face Zolar in keeping with our laws, but I’ll accept whatever they decide. They’ve been through enough. Now let’s move to a more pleasant topic. Myttrwn, I’ve been most impressed with your robotic dogs. Will you be able to repair Angi’s dog?”

“I’m working on Skylar right now,” replied Myttrwn, “The dog absorbed a major portion of the laser blast. What has surprised me is how much the dogs have bonded with these four. When I took the three dogs to download their recording information, the moment the procedure was over they were standing at the door wanting to return. Equally, the three from Gaia have insisted the dogs be with them at all times. Now I understand this may be a post-trauma reaction but, I may have quite a job disengaging them when it’s time for the four to return to Earth.”

“I’m sure you’ll solve that,” said the Queen with a smile. “So, you now have three records of the pyramid events?”

“Actually I have four, I was able to retrieve a lot more from Skylar than I expected,” replied Myttrwn. “I’ll have that combined record for Your Majesty by the end of the day.”

“This video record will be vital evidence at Zolar’s trial,” said the Queen, “As such, will you make sure a copy is stored in a secure location?”

“I’ve already attended to that,” replied Myttrwn, fully aware that everyone was still unsure if Zolar had other accomplices.

The Queen then shifted the conversation asking, “Myttrwn how is Angi? I know cases vary but it has been days.”

“She is recovering but slowly,” replied Myttrwn, “I’m more assured of her recovery now than when she was first admitted. Exhausted, she was unable to establish a strong enough shield, so took a severe laser hit.”

“I have reviewed her actions several times on that preliminary copy of the pyramid activities you gave me and was impressed with what she could do. Myttrwn, did Angi learn all this since her arrival in Tir na nOg?” asked the Queen.

“Your Majesty, that is the most astounding part of this and why I requested this meeting. As I previously mentioned to Sirona, my instructions seem to be tapping into some form of preprogramming within Angi. You watched her heal her companions, this is something I had not seen before but Sirona reported she did this prior to arriving in our kingdom. With regard to time shifting, we had just managed a one hour shift but you witnessed her doing double two hour shifts as if she had been doing it for years. The snow was never discussed. But the most astounding feature was her projection of her essence from within the pyramid into the monitoring room of the House of Life. I had just begun that discussion briefly mentioning the steps and commands, but we never performed the feat. Yet, she did it on her own.”

“How is that possible?” asked the Queen.

“That is a mystery I cannot explain,” replied Myttrwn

“That must be a first,” smiled the Queen, “You mean to tell me in your vast years of life you have never encountered this before?”

“I have not,” replied Myttrwn, “And at my age, this is an exciting conundrum. But I have more.”

“Go on,” replied the Queen, as she noted the smile on Sirona’s face.

“Delving into this mystery I have made some intriguing discoveries. Let me first show you a comparison of Sirona’s and Angi’s DNA.” With that he conjured up a screen displaying the comparison.

The Queen looked at the information for a few minutes before commenting, “This is not possible.”

“I can assure Your Majesty, that these results have been tested many times with the same results. You will also note a comparison I have made with yourself and your two sons.” More details appeared.

The Queen kept examining the data and finally asked, “How can that be? We’ve had no contact with that planet for generations. Is it possible the medallion changed her DNA?”

“To our knowledge there has been no contact with Gaia, and there is no evidence of genetic engineering or anything else. I have considered the medallion but realized her DNA had to be sufficient in the first place for her to even wear the item without dire consequences. But this is but the first mystery,” said Myttrwn.

“There’s more?” asked the Queen, already uneasy with the first revelation.

“I would like you to look at Angi’s vibrational profile,” asked Myttrwn bringing up more scientific data. “You will note the odd pattern here,” as he pointed out the anomaly, “This has never appeared on any other profile I have ever examined. Let me show you a few familiar ones like mine, Sirona’s and your two sons.”

“None of them has this anomaly except Angi?” asked the Queen.

“None that I know of. And before you ask I have already checked the vibrational patterns of known medallion wearers in our kingdom. They too have no sign of this,” replied Myttrwn.

“Are you telling me Myttrwn, that Angi, for some mysterious reason, possesses a DNA profile similar to our royal household and in addition also has this unusual vibrational profile? Are you also implying that it is this vibrational anomaly which gives her some innate ability at mastering the complex technology in her medallion?”

“That is my conclusion so far,” replied Myttrwn, “But, Your Majesty, I advise caution. Because of the implications of this information I believe it should be held in the strictest secrecy. I am unsure as to what it means or what it may mean for our future relationship with Gaia. The remotest possibility is that Angi is some form of cosmic anomaly and that we have entered a more elevated arena than we first thought.”

“Elevated……….you mean we may have slipped into the realm of the Seven Sages. We haven’t had contact with them in centuries. Why now?” questioned the Queen.

“It is an assumption only, one which I cannot answer, except to say our relationship with Gaia may have greater significance than we thought,” replied Myttrwn.

“Indeed……….I must discuss this further in private with Sirona and my sons,” said the Queen, with a puzzled look on her face. “Myttrwn, you have presented a very complex set of issues for which there are no easy answers. I will need your expertise again. It would be easier if one of the Sages could appear to confirm your suspicions, but I suppose that’s expecting the impossible. In the meantime, can you ask the four if they will face Zolar?”

“I am always at your service, Your Majesty, and I will discuss the matter with the four. But may I make one more suggestion,” Myttrwn knew it had to be said.

“I thought you had given me sufficient for one day, but go ahead, what is it?” asked the Queen.

“We need to recognize the four in some way as, officially, they did complete the initiation and brought back the four crystals. I mention this because as their pyramid journey is being watched by others, it will become common knowledge that our guests from Gaia were forced to endure a far worse testing than we demand of our advanced students.”

“I’ll think about it,” replied the Queen understanding the diplomatic significance of Myttrwn’s suggestion. “And what about the other Gaia members? Maybe we can do something on their last week with us.”

“That would be a perfect occasion,” replied Myttrwn, as he prepared to leave. He was well versed on the protocol of such meetings.

“Very well, we have much to think about and the days are drifting by. We will need to have more meetings on this. Myttrwn, keep me posted on Angi’s condition. I’ll be relieved when she is out of therapy,” was her parting comment.

“So will I,” replied Myttrwn, leaving Sirona and her mother in an animated conversation over the anomalies and their implications to the royal family.

 

*   *   *

 

The House of Life & the Palace

 

Wolfram with his dog, Dusky, arrived at Angi’s therapy unit to find it empty. He stared in disbelief, morbid thoughts clouding his mind. “Oh God, tell me it isn’t so. She’s just been moved……….. But why?…….. Where?” Before he had time to conjure up any gruesome possibilities, Andrew appeared.

“I’ve been looking for you, my boy,” said Andrew noting the grim expression on Wolfram’s face, “Cheer up, its good news. She’s just down the corridor. Myttrwn felt she was well enough to transfer to an ordinary bed. He’s most insistent that she rest but we’re all so delighted she’s better that he’s going to need a bugle to get our attention. Come on, let’s join the others.”

When Andrew and Wolfram arrived Angi was sitting up in bed surrounded by people and dogs. Pale but cheery she looked up to acknowledge their arrival by saying, “Wolfram my hero. I hear you gallantly dragged me, under laser fire, across the chamber to safety. My dearest thanks.” She wanted to say more but would reserve it for later when she could speak to him alone.

“My pleasure,” replied Wolfram, making a pretend bow. Jubilant that she was no longer floating silently in a closed unit, he watched as others chatted about trivial matters all seeking her attention.

Sirona and Myttrwn, having been in Myttrwn’s lab, noted the boisterous activities at Angi’s room. “Good news travels fast,” said Sirona with a smile, “It is clear there has been a lot of worried people, including you and me.”

Myttrwn, walking slowly behind her, responded, “They deserve a break, this will do a great deal to relieve their worries.”

“It’ll be difficult to get them to leave,” said Sirona.

“I’ll rely on Angi,” replied Myttrwn, “With her background she’ll know the importance of rest and will find a gentle way to guide them.”

As they reached the doorway, Sirona entered first, saying, “It’s good to see our prized patient out of the light and sound unit. Myttrwn has informed me you will need extra rest before joining your colleagues back at the House of Learning.”

“It’s great to see you Sirona,” said Angi, with a warm smile, “I wasn’t sure I’d make it. It was a fascinating experience being treated with light and sound while floating in mid-air. But first I must say that our survival in the pyramid had everything to do with you and Myttrwn. Thanks, seems such a small word at times like this. I hear there’s a recording of our pyramid adventure. When I’m able I’d like to see it.” Then looking around the room she added, “It’s so good to know everyone came through this ordeal, but with one exception,” and glancing at Myttrwn asked, “How is Skylar?”

“Ask her yourself,” said Myttrwn as he released Skylar who dashed immediately to Angi’s bedside.

Angi’s face lit up as she hugged her dog, “Oh Skylar, my dear, dear Skylar……… It was your weight on my chest that I felt in my dream, totally unaware that you were trying to save me.” Then looking up at Myttrwn she continued, “Myttrwn, I don’t know what we would have done without your dogs. They served so many roles. Right from the start they were programmed to protect us. I can’t believe they’re robots. You are a fantastic magician.”

Myttrwn, pleased by such appreciation, was surprised by his feeling of gladness at Angi’s recovery, his thoughts eliciting an unexpected caution, “After so many centuries I almost forgot the joys of Gaia, but I must take care. I’ll be of little use if I allow my emotions to cloud my thinking. Right now I must convey the Queen’s request.” Unsure of their reaction he proceeded, “I have a question I need the four of you to ponder. It is a custom in this kingdom that the victim face his or her perpetrator prior to an official trial. While the Queen would like you to do this, there is some room to maneuver. Perhaps you would like time to think about it?”

Andrew was the first to react, “Myttrwn, you’re asking them to face Zolar who tried to kill them not once but numerous times in that pyramid. Isn’t that a bit steep? Angi is still recovering. But, it’s their decision not mine, they must reply to the Queen.”

“That’s it,” thought Angi. “Adawee’s final test. But do I have the strength to face Zolar? I’m not sure. Right now I’m weak and vulnerable. I’ll play for time and get stronger. I don’t want to give Zolar the upper hand. If this is their custom, however difficult, I must comply.” Before the others had a chance to respond Angi spoke, “I don’t need more time. I’ll do it but I’d like to be stronger before I face Zolar, if that’s OK.”

“If Angi’s game, I’ll do it as well,” said Vette, “Actually, I’d like to have a few minutes to tell Zolar what I think of his diabolical plot against the innocent.”

“I’m also in,” said Wolfram, “Let’s do it. It will bring closure to a negative piece of this trip. It’s Angi’s call as to when.”

“If they’re going, so am I,” said Morgan, “We’ve walked through hell together and we’ll face Zolar together.”

“In that case, include the rest of us,” added Andrew, “From this point we’re travelling as a mob, no more divide and conquer.”

Pleased, Myttrwn responded, “That settles it. I’ll inform the Queen at once and the date will be conditional on Angi’s recuperation. Just one point, I must ask that you not discuss your reply with anyone until the scheduled event, this must be your own thoughts.”

“Agreed,” came the reply from all four.

Myttrwn was impressed with their courage and willingness to participate in a custom of their kingdom, it would also endear them to the Council.

By this point all the excitement had drained Angi. She fell back on her pillow and closed her eyes.

“I guess that’s our signal,” said Myttrwn, gently waving his hand for everyone to exit and in a whisper said, “From this point I would ask that you come and go in small numbers with but one exception, Skylar can stay as long as she wants.” Skylar hearing her name wagged her tail.

The Queen was gratified by their response and proceeded to make the necessary arrangements, holding the date and time open for Myttrwn to specify. During the interim, late one night Zolar was transferred to a Palace security unit. As the days passed Angi grew stronger, eventually taking walks along the corridor holding the arm of one or another of her Gaia friends. The dogs scampered about, sticking close to their masters. Dylan and his team continued guard duty still uncertain the danger was over.

By the time their face-to-face meeting with Zolar was announced, Angi had returned to her suite in the House of Learning. On the scheduled morning, Sirona’s plane landed on the plaza to fly them to the Palace. Corb, once again their pilot, warmly greeted the four pyramid survivors as they entered the plane. Anxious, the entire group said little en route.

For the first time the group from Gaia was escorted into the Council of Elders Chamber, catching glimpses of its splendor as they walked to the front. As agreed, the Queen had assembled a smaller audience of Advisors and Elders to witness the event. On this occasion the Queen was already seated on the royal throne when they arrived. Sirona, Myttrwn, Angi, Vette, Wolfram and Morgan stood in a single line in the space between the throne and the front seats of the Chamber, where the rest of the Gaia team were sitting. Everyone waited.

At the sound of a gong, and under guard, Zolar was escorted into the Chamber to a position directly in front of the six standing individuals, in clear view of the Queen and Chamber members. Zolar was attired in a pale yellow uniform, with no visible restraints. His former appearance and manner had drastically changed. Standing with his head bowed, he seemed a broken man. Once in position, the two guards stepped back leaving Zolar exposed.

Sirona had agreed to lead the proceedings and spoke in a clear voice for all to hear, “According to the laws of Tir na nOg, the victim of any crime has the right to face his or her perpetrator before the official trial. Everyone here is well aware of what transpired in the pyramid involving our four guests from Gaia. They will now each have the opportunity to speak directly to Zolar, starting with Angi Talismann, followed by Vette Gallant, then Wolfram Stark and finally Morgan Mandelthrope. Zolar may respond to each individual if he so wishes.” Then turning, she explained for the sake of those from Gaia, “Everyone gathered is either conversant in English or has been given an interpretative device. So, begin Angi when you’re ready.”

The previous night in a dream Angi had a visit from her grandmother who said, “Remember Angi, when life inflicts wounds as it will, be quick to forgive. Do not let anyone saddle you with guilt or hatred, for both will damage your soul. First, forgive yourself, then forgive the other person or persons. Carry no baggage. Walk on. Allow time to help you heal and grow from the experience.” These words, indelibly etched in her heart, strengthened Angi’s resolve.

Fully recovered, Angi stepped forward to face Zolar saying, “Zolar, I’m sorry my presence caused you such turmoil. I entered your kingdom in peace. Neither I nor any of my colleagues caused the plague that affected your family centuries ago. What you did not know was that our planet lost millions of its own people during this same catastrophe. After such global calamities people move on without wasting energy blaming any single person or group of people for such misery. During our stay in your kingdom you made no effort to communicate with us. In your mind we were the enemy. That was a tragic mistake. We survived your attempt on our lives with the help of Sirona and Myttrwn, the medallion and our own courage. Your own laws will judge you for this attempt on our lives. As for me, I seek nothing from you. I forgive you and honestly hope you find peace sometime in the future.” With those words she stepped back.

Zolar raised his head slightly, looked at Angi, a sign of bewilderment etched on his face, but he said nothing.

The next to speak was Vette who stepped forward saying, “Zolar, I’m not as gentle or charitable as my friend Angi. I would honestly like to tell you precisely what I think, but will restrain myself. We meant you no harm yet you went to considerable effort to concoct a deadly plan to kill us not once but a number of times to satisfy your own egotistical, and I might say, psychotic imaginings. We too have family that would be most upset if we failed to return home. I am more upset over what you tried to do to my friends than for myself. We did not deserve any of this. I pray that you will be scrupulously judged by your own laws and face the full punishment you deserve. But, like Angi, I forgive you for I will be damned if I want to drag you along with me the rest of my life,” and she stepped back.

Zolar again raised his head and looked at Vette as her forceful words had penetrated his stoic silence but he still said nothing.

Next came Wolfram who stepped forward and said, “Zolar, I am also more infuriated over your well planned plot to willfully kill my friends. You formed your own conclusions about us without making any effort in getting to know us. I do not believe for a moment that the kingdom’s safety was uppermost in your thinking. No, it was your own ego nurtured by a smoldering hatred over lost privilege and wealth resulting from an ancient event which motivated your actions. You let this control your thoughts to the point that killing four people was, in your mind, fully justified. Basically, you used your senior position to try and execute us. It failed due to the intercession of Sirona and Myttrwn and Angi’s growing expertise with her medallion. I learned years ago that retaliation is for suckers. I will not allow you to do any more damage to my life, so, like Angi and Vette, I too will forgive you. May the laws in your country exact its full punishment for your criminal behaviour,” and he stepped back.

This time Zolar looked up at Wolfram, doubt dawning on his face. He seemed just about to speak but hesitated and lowered his head in silence.

Finally Morgan stepped forward saying, “Zolar I would like to thank you for giving me the opportunity of seeing inside your pyramid. It was something I thought about when I first glimpsed it upon our arrival. However, I regard your diabolical plot to kill us as both stupid and psychologically demented. We did nothing to warrant this. In your egotistical mind you created the problem and became the judge and executioner with no regard for anyone not even your own kingdom. I’m sure your actions will have diplomatic ramifications which will take years to unwind. For these crimes you must pay and your kingdom will execute their own laws. As for me, I join my friends and will forgive you hoping that, if your life is spared, you will eventually find peace,” and Morgan stepped back.

Zolar looked up at Morgan, holding his gaze for a moment as if wanting to justify his actions, but resigned himself to silence.

Sirona and Myttrwn glanced at each other. The response from the four was more than they could have imagined. The four stood together and forgave their oppressor without any words of anger. Sirona closed the session with, “Zolar, you have been forgiven by your intended victims. This has been recorded and will be taken into account at your trial. In the meantime you will remain in prison until your official trial. Do you wish to make any final comment to the four?”

Zolar, for the last time, looked out on the Council of Elders, the place where he had known honour and prestige. At that moment a sickening feeling engulfed him as he realized, by his own volition, he had forfeited everything. There would be no rewards, the faces of former Elder colleagues registered disgust not honour. He shook his head indicating he would not comment and turning followed his guards out of the Chamber.

It had been a tense occasion and when Zolar left there was silence as everyone gathered their thoughts. Into this vacuum a Snowy Owl with rainbow feathers appeared landing on a metal bar near the Queen. Startled, the Queen’s guards reacted as if to attack the owl only to find themselves paralyzed, unable to move.

“Adawee,” exclaimed Angi, “You did come. Now I can introduce you to my friends.”

“Adawee,” whispered Morgan to Wolfram, “That’s a Cherokee word for ‘Guardian of Wisdom.’ I wonder why Angi never mentioned a Snowy Owl. Angi never ceases to amaze. This should be interesting.”

Adawee began speaking in a voice easily heard and understood by everyone in the Chamber, “I come in peace. I chose the owl costume for Angi so that we could have quiet chats together. The costume is from her world. I wanted to get to know this young woman with the miraculous medallion. In our chats I have learned a great deal about her and her world. I was the one who asked her not to say anything until it was time……….. That time has come.”

At that moment the image of the Snowy Owl began to dissolve, being replaced first by a whirling rainbow ball which elongated into a glittering rainbow light out of which stepped a woman.

Angi for the first time came face to face with Adawee, a calming voice that she had grown fond of. Before her stood a slim woman, slightly taller than Sirona, of indiscriminate age. She had shoulder length, white hair, green eyes, a markedly calm expression, and was wearing a loose fitting, silk-like gown with no ornamentation.

Myttrwn, recognizing the woman, went to greet her as he was the only one in the Council of Elders Chamber who had met her before.

“It’s good to see you again Myttrwn,” said Adawee, “It’s been a long time. I’m here today to inform you of our support for greater contact with Gaia. You shall learn much from each other. I can confirm that Angi and her colleagues have been well chosen. We will guide you in this venture for it has cosmic implications.” Then realizing the impact her presence was having on the assembled audience she added, “I expect it might be helpful if you, Myttrwn, took a moment to inform everyone who I am, as most in this room I have never contacted or met in person.”

“It is my honour,” replied Myttrwn, in a slight bow. Then turning to the audience he said, “May I introduce you to Adawee, who is one of the Seven Sages of our universe. The Sages are highly enlightened and evolved individuals who exist mainly in spirit but, on rare occasions, appear in person. The last time I met Adawee was five centuries ago when we in this kingdom were facing insurmountable difficulties.”

“Thank you Myttrwn,” replied Adawee, in a musical voice. “As on previous occasions, I shall provide everyone in the room with a firm mental memory of this day, to guide them in the future. As you work together resistance in both worlds must be expected as change is difficult, if not insurmountable, for some.” Then turning she sought out her favourite, “Angi, you will need Myttrwn’s guidance in mastering the medallion’s powers for there are layers of complex and subtle energies to command. We shall continue to chat, but I’ll appear in this form from now on. Your initiation is over and now your true destiny is about to begin. But before I leave, I would like to meet everyone in the Chamber for all of you will become partners in this cosmic mission.”

Adawee, with Myttrwn’s help, walked about first speaking with the Queen, then Sirona and then each individual, addressing each by name and conveying an amazing depth of knowledge about their lives. Later they would say that in shaking her hand they received a powerful transfer of positive energy. No one was anxious to leave such an extraordinary event.

Before disappearing Adawee communicated telepathically to the Queen, Sirona and Myttrwn, saying, “The anomaly you have discovered in Angi’s vibrational profile needs to be kept secret. It has a future purpose. Under Myttrwn’s guidance Angi will become a gifted master of this medallion.” With the visit completed Adawee evaporated in a rainbow mist.

The aura of the occasion lingered long after her departure, each person wanting to savour the moment. Eventually, individuals began to disperse, the group from Gaia anxious to pump Angi about her chats with one of the Seven Sages of the universe.

Andrew spoke quietly to Bryce as they walked towards their plane, “Today, any lingering doubts I may have had about this journey have been washed away. We have just encountered another dimension. I wonder how many there are.”

“Endless,” replied Bryce, struggling to grasp the day’s events, “Just imagine the reaction on Earth as we try to explain this even to our ‘special’ societies. Do you think anyone will believe us?”

“Perhaps not,” replied Andrew with a chuckle, “It reminds me of those adventurers in our past, trying to convince a home audience of the marvels of the New World. But we have one ace in the hole, we have Angi and that unbelievable medallion. You know Bryce, I am bursting with excitement and anxiety as to what lies ahead, and it fills me with incredible energy to live on.”