Monday, 21 August 2017

Ghost Grass

The most toxic plant towards other plants is Ghost Grass. Grown as a native plant in Asshai, by The Shadowlands, it's a luminous grass that appears to glow during moonlight. It's a very light colour "pale as milkglass" and pale as a ghost! This grass is extremely tall and so creepy that its widely believed that Ghost Grass will kill off the world's native plants. It could destroy all trees, flowers, herbs, crops and vegetables. Its foretold that the world will end by the spread of Ghost Grass. According to maps, Ghost Grass is often found at the bases of mountains of The Shadowlands. It grows all along Asshai and the Saffron Strait and touching the northern reaches of Yi Ti. Ghost Grass is an invasive plant that contaminates other plants. People working in mines of those mountains where Ghost Grass grows, tell tales about it. The miners breathe in ash and risk their lives for gems. The Ghost Grass is luminous in the dark, said to be filled with spirits. Is it a foreshadowing of the Long Night? of the coming Winter and its snows of death?

Asshai reminds me of the forbidden Exclusion Zone of Chernobyl in our own earth world. I'll mention a little more about this in a moment. In the Shadowlands are cities made of oily black stone, dark perpetual mists, tall Ghost Grass, constant artificial nights caused by dark clouds, ancient volcanoes, underground and hidden lava flows in fortresses, Ash River joins with the Jade Sea, palaces, castles, a small population and apparantly no animals or children in sight. One building in ten is lit at night. Gemstones, gold, amber, silk and dragonglass is exported from Asshai at the trading routes and ports along the region. A massive vast mountain range called Bone Mountains act as a wall between Essos, Asshai and Vaes Dothrak. The Dothraki are wary of people from Asshai and call them "spawn of shadows".

One of the greatest known cities of the Shadowlands is Stygai. It's other name is "City of Night". The place is full of evil, its said by travellers, and they have said dragons and demons live there. The city is so dark that the sun only shines there for a short brief moment during noon. There are libraries within the dark cities and towns of the Shadowlands, but kept hidden. None dare venture to study these books, for its kept under guard. Asshai is full of dragonlore, faith of R'hllor, necromancers, warlocks, human sacrifices, shapeshifters, werewolves, worshippers of the Lion of Night, Black Goat and The Pale Child. The red priestess, Melissandre, comes from The Shadowlands of Asshai. The dragon eggs given to Daenerys Targaryen as a wedding gift come from the Shadowlands. It's my view that some of the people living in The Shadowlands are from all walks of life, outcasted, or seeking a new and darker path, as well as those who've joined the place and live in veils, covered up and appearing as shadowy beings. Very few children would be there, those who've been raised to learn the secret crafts of the warlocks and mages of sinister belief systems. The few people living there are nocturnal and spend most time sleeping or not even in human form.

The place similar to such a location on our world is Chernobyl and its 30 Kilometre Zone. Contaminated plants and animals have been described as monstrous, glowing in the dark, mutations and kept away from spreading beyond. There are 11 checkpoints, deadzones of the region: Pripyat, Poliske, Vilkhova, Stari Sokoly and more. The pine trees were destroyed by radiation many years ago and what grows there is a blood curdling forest nicknamed "the Red Forest". Wild animals such as wolves, deer, horses, boars, badgers, birds and others have flourished and procreated, but observed by game wardens. Household pets that were left abandoned during the crisis in 1986 have sadly all died out. No domestic animal has survived this disaster. Only wild animals have claimed this territory as theirs now since humans left. Water contaminated by radiation is blocked from entering the rest of the supply using dams. The grasses have been known to cause small fires that create filthy plumes.

Water in Asshai (the Shadowlands) is known to be contaminated. The only fish that live in it are blind and deformed and sometimes eaten by the shadow mages and warlocks. The fruits grown on trees are deadly. Its creepy looking cities were built centuries ago but abandoned by the original populations, for unknown reasons. Those who live there now dabble in the most strangest and darkest practices. I believe that George R. R. Martin's uses psychic channelling with otherworldly spirits. This world Planetos is a mirror of our own world Terra. The dark landscapes of Asshai and the Shadowlands reflects Chernonbyl.

Above, there is a photo that represents a woman from Lys, visiting the Shadowlands and is standing in Ghost Grass.

Ghost Grass
An excellent video of The Shadowlands by Scrivia TV

Thursday, 17 August 2017

Mortals becoming Gods and Goddesses

I posted an answer to a question on Quora "How can a mortal become god/goddess in Greek mythology?" It was solely about Greek mythology but I also included non-Greek myth examples. This is what I wrote:

Yes. In real life, mortals became deified. Its similar to cannonising people into sainthood today. Okay a list of deified mortals in Greek myth includes:

Dioscuri (Helen of Troy’s twin brothers)
(Edited: I want to add some more deified mortal women that includea Ino, Bolina, Hilaera, Hemithea and Parthenos. )

A few ways to becoming an immortal is:

Eating a mermaid, according to Japanese folklore, a young nun ate some ningyo meat and became immortal… she lived for 800 years.

Reverted elixir or haundan is used to help the body’s cells continue and keep working and working until the body never ages. Its cinnabar and Taoists regard it as an element of purifying the body. This method became lost in time when wealthy people in the Tang dynesty ate some and died. The true ways of getting this to harmlessly ingest and cause immortality has been forgotten.

Ingesting extinct plants caused immortality (or to be exact, a very polonged life). Peaches were once thought to give immortality but these fruits have become domesticated and ordinary now. Other fruits to give immortality are golden apples. These are found in a secret unknown orchard guarded by a goddess and a dragon. Ambrosia, a special honey drink or mead with an ingrediant lost in time gives immortality.

Original source at Quora here

Tuesday, 15 August 2017

Toxic mother and grandmothers

Just like the poisoned apples in fairytales, there are toxic family members in some peoples lives. My own mother and two grandmothers have never been accepting of myself since childhood. I was raised by relatives but trying to establish love with my own mother was difficult. I would say that she rejected me and didn't want me back. Such a similar thing happened with my two grandmothers, who would never accept me as part of their family. Why? Not sure.
As an adult and a mother myself, I could never understand how she could be so cold towards her own child. One of the possibilities for her being like this is because I remind her of my dad, who she hated later on. My parents remained together long after I was fostered as a baby, and they both seperated. The seperation costed money and the lives of several cats who found themselves homeless. Both grandmothers were rivals but each one of them resented me. One disliked me because I was different. The other wasn't warm because I was born out of wedlock and she didn't like my dad. Both sides of the family have been like strangers, influenced by these women, mother and two grandmothers. All three of them have sought to isolate me from family and they don't even want to see me again or see my child. I've come to terms with this awful fact, baffled as I am, and confused.
Mother and both my grandmothers have been so loving towards other children in the family, just not to me. I searched for any clues about this because I won't speak to them again. Grandmothers, even though they're elderly, will always not love me. Mother, in her 60's and always very beautiful has a heart of poison. When I last spoke to her, she told me to just die.
I go to folklore and psychology to learn what motivate these matriarchs to turn away one of their own children. There are fairytales and folk stories of evil stepmothers who try and kill their magical children. The Narcissistic Mother who are cold and hateful towards their daughters.


Hated Child
Daughters of Narcissist Mothers

Friday, 11 August 2017


There is much to be said about the map of Westeros. Here, I've cut a piece showing a part of the Riverlands with my own drawings of icons featuring Lyanna, Rhaegar and the three knights.

The Riverlands is a strange place. It's like our own world's Burmuda Triangle. Except, however, that the Riverlands are on land and not out at sea. The area plays a central part to the whole history of Westeros. I won't bring it too far back in time but will go back to the Tourney at Harrenhal and bring it to when Arya Stark was reunited with Nymeria.

The Riverlands is where the mysterious Isle of Faces exists. The Riverlands is where the Starks befriended a crannogman called Howland Reed. The place where the feast for the tourney happened, where Lyanna was seen crying while listening to prince Rhaegar playing his harp. It was where the Knight of the Laughing Tree came from, and vanished to. It's the same place where Lyanna Stark disappeared. It's the place where prince Rhaegar died. Its where Catelyn Stark arrested Tyrion Lannister and decided not to go home. It's where the direwolf Nymeria vanished to after being sent away. It's where Hot Pie lives and works now. Its where Arya found Nymeria.

The place is by the crossroads. Myths and legends about crossroads say that these are portals to the supernatural. At the Riverlands is an old woman called Ghost of High Heart.    

Wednesday, 2 August 2017

Gloom Girls Project: Medusa

This is a new project about dark ladies, iron maidens and evil queens. It's the opposite to my "Golden Girl Project" series that I made years ago on this blog. Golden Girls is all about ladies of light. The Gloom Project is about ladies of darkness. Obsidious beauty, dark souls and stone hearts. Each post will focus on one such lady of gloom.  


This once beautiful priestess did the bad thing and seduced a god in Athena’s temple. So enraged and offended was Goddess Athena that she struck down Medusa. Turning Medusa into a monster with slithering snakes for hair and a serpentine or (some versions) crocodilian body.

Despite her cruel features she had the ability to kill. She was a weapon. Armed with snakes, venom and powerful eyes that can turn anyone to stone if looking at her. She also used weapons from dead warriors. Everyone feared her. She was the most dangerous woman in the world.

Perseus the demigod hero chopped off her head while she was sleeping. Medusa’s blood was so poisonous that wherever it dripped, snakes appeared. Perseus rescues princess Andromeda using Medusa’s head as a weapon, by turning giants (titans) and monsters into stone.

Finally Perseus gives Goddess Athena the head of Medusa.She casts it onto Her blazing gold shield and carries it with Her. Even in death, Medusa is still bad.

(copied and pasted from Medusa on Quora, written originally by me, Rayne Belladonna).    

Friday, 28 July 2017

My 10 favourite dragons

The Azure dragon - One of the Chinese dragons. Azure dragon is blueish or blue and green in colour, and rules the season of Spring. Proper name is Ao Guang. I was born during the Spring so this is my dragon.

Wyvern - A type of big flying dragon that breathes fire. It looks like a winged T-Rex. Features in French and British heraldic crests and appears in stories and literature, games and films.

Bisterne - English dragon that dwelled in the New Forest.The exact same place where I used to play on holidays throughout childhood. This dragon lived in a secret den close to Burley. A knight killed this dragon outside Lyndhurst where the dragon’s body was left there, becoming weeded over and eventually buried under soil. The burial mound of this dragon is now still there and its called Bolton’s Bench.

Blue Ben - A water dragon that lived in the waters along the Somerset coast. It was able to breathe fire and often relaxed in the cool waters afterwards. The skeletal remains of Blue Ben was unearthed in the 19th Century and is on display in a museum called “Icthyosaur”.

Lambton Worm - The legend goes of a massive dragon near Lambton Estate in County Durham. It lived underground, wrapped itself around hills and poisoned rivers and wells. A cursader knight killed this ferocious monster but afterwards, the knight was cursed. His descendants cursed also in whats known as the “Lambton Curse”.   

Sarkany - This is a monstrous dragon from Hungary, a country that puts dragons in a good light.

Coca - A female dragon, ghostlike, pale and transparent. She’s also described as a shape-shifting dragon, who takes the form of other beasts to trick victims. Wax heads of Coca dragon were offered to goddesses including Black Madonna. She also fights against Saint George.

Ayida-Weddo - Rainbow serpent, and goddess dragon.

Nidhogg - Dragon in Norse mythology that’s immortal and sits between the lands of the living and the dead. Found in the soil and chews on tree roots belonging to Yggdrasil the World Tree.

Hydra - A many headed dragon with venom and appears in Greek myth.     

What are your favourite dragons? Do you prefer other mythological creatures? Do you like any of the dragons I've mentioned here? Post your comments here on this blog.

The dragon picture is by artist Kerem Beyit
(I answered this originally on Quora here

Tuesday, 25 July 2017

Golden Girl project Portal

This is a portal of the Golden Girl Project. These are powerful ladies of light, love, beauty and divine powers. Women avatars who paved new ideas and inspired many. Revolutionising the way people think of women.
I've written these posts years ago and they got lost in the pages of time. Now I've brought them back here in this folder. The reason I do this now is because it's the opposite to the darker new project "Gloom Girl Project".
Golden Girls are heroines of their day. They're also treasures and goddesses. I made just 10 of these ladies but there are many more, and lots of them not even famous or noble. I may expand on this project adding new Golden Girls in the near future.
Among these Golden Girls I listed years back are starlets, warrior maids and Four Beauties of China, goddesses and fairytale princesses.
Marilyn Monroe
Yang Guifei
Wang Zhaojun
Daio Chan
Helen of Troy
Lady Godiva
Joan of Arc
Xi Shi

(There will be more to come soon...)

Gloom Girls Project: Wu Zetian

This is a new project about dark ladies, iron maidens and evil queens. It's the opposite to my "Golden Girl Project" series that I made years ago on this blog. Golden Girls is all about ladies of light. The Gloom Project is about ladies of darkness. Obsidious beauty, dark souls and stone hearts. Each post will focus on one such lady of gloom. 

Wu Zetian

A true life wicked queen of “Snow White” we have Wu Zetian. Wu Zetian is the only woman to rule the empire in China. Alive during the Tang Dynesty, she started off as a concubine to Taizong and when he died, she married his son, Gaozong. When he died, she then killed her own sons to remove them from the throne. With her sons gone, she became the ultimate power. It’s believed that she had her own daughter murdered and framed another called Lady Wang.

The first woman to sit on that throne, but as soon as she took to the throne, an earthquake happened. People saw it as an omen of doom. Then after this disastrous earthquake, a mysterious mountain appeared. Pople saw this as nature rising up against the dark queen empress. However, Wu regarded it all as a wonderful signs from divinities.

She had Lady Wang and others butchered by cutting off their hands and feet and drowning them in vats of wine. She altered the name from Tang to Tianzhou. All family members of former Tang leaders put away in dungeons and had herself deified (making everyone believe she was the incarnation of a Meitreya Holy Spirit). She had statues of Meitreya carved to resemble her face. This woman altered government and the writing system. She placed many reforms into the country from schools and police, agriculture and taxation.

She reopened the Silk Road after it had been closed for a long time because of the plague. As time went on, the more paranoid and withdrawn she became. She had a host of adonis men, which everyone saw as entirely flawed in her character. Wu executed anyone that questioned her or criticised her. As a result of this insanity, a large number of her own administration shrunk. She had just very few supporters and spent time with a few men, but herself lost in drugs and aphrodisiacs. Eventually she had the closest to her killed. Soon she wasn’t fit to rule and then her exiled son, Zhongzong, took the throne. Its said she died of ill health soon after.

(copied and pasted from Wu Zetian on Quora, written originally by me, Rayne Belladonna)  

The Portal of Golden Girls Project here (soon)

Thursday, 20 July 2017

Wolf healing gemstones

There are many types of wolves in the wild. Each wolf has different traits, features, colourings and personalities. And those wolves are also linked to nature, and have a hidden side within a gemstone. It's message is clear. Some people may have gemstones and need to tap into the hidden message of the wolf. Wolves within gemstones are not trapped spirits. Gems and crystals are a tool from wolf to humans.

The Prehistoric Wolves:
Dire wolves, Armbrusters and Canis Edwardii have fossils and ambers, meteorites and old shells.

Tropical Wolves:
Maned wolves, dingoes, Indian wolves, Ethiopian wolves and Egyptian Jackels. They're stones will be the hot gems that are citrines, labradorites, topaz, jaspers, rubies and garnets.

Eurasian Wolves:
Tundra wolves, Common grey wolves, Iberian wolves, Steppe wolves, Italian wolves, Tibetan wolves, Iranian wolves, Arabian wolves, Honshu wolves and Hokkaidu wolves. These wolves work best in moonstones, sapphires, lapis lazuli, aquamarine and amethysts.

Americana Wolves:
Red wolves, Arctic wolves, Mexican wolves, Great Plains wolves, Timber wolves, grey wolves, Rocky Mountains wolves, Texas wolves, Greenland wolves, Manitoba wolves, Vamcouva Island wolves, Alaskan wolves, Hudson Bay wolves, Mountain wolves, Canis Lupis Ligoni wolves. These wolves can be channelled with using scolecite, blue calcite, peridot and emerald.   

Each gemstone has a wolf message for you. If you feel unwell, hold one of these stones. For example, if you should hold a ruby, visualise a wolf. That wolf would send healing. All of the gems have healing properties and if you can delve deeper, wisdom from wolves too. Its there only if you want to find it.

The ruby stone is powerful and the colour of blood. In a dream of rubies, it's interprated by me that wolf is sending a message about your blood and this could be your health or kin.
Aquamarine is a light stone of the water element. In a dream of aquamarines, wolf's message to you is regarding travel long distances.
Emeralds in dreams are a strong wolf sign that is suggesting the colour green, earth and nature, your garden, your place in the land on soil and even your diet.

If you can't understand messages from wolf in a stone, not to worry. Gems are able to heal and it's easy to look them up and find out which ones best suit you. And which stones will best fit your needs, wishes and desires.


Thursday, 13 July 2017

Incubus and Craster

Some brave women have reported experiences of being raped and sexually asaulted by paranormal entities. Since time began, there are stories of such incidents. Women have been traumatised by the memories. The rapists would enter their chambers, unseen, and appear sometimes invisible. If seen, these rapists looked like ghosts or sinister enities. Stories of the incubus started in ancient times after these random things happened. Incubus are male entities who rape women when they're in bed. Female versions of the entity who assault sleeping men are called succubus.

Tales of vampires entering through the windows to suck the blood of their sleeping victims. Even today, women and men report something unseen getting into the bed, touching them, or even waking people up while touching them and no one is there. 

In "A Song of Ice and Fire" novels, by George R. R. Martin, there is a man (wildling) who is the second most creepiest character after the Night King. His name is Craster. He lived in the dreary freezing far north, where he has a keep, animals, nineteen wives, most of who are his own adult daughters who get pregnant by him. All of the male babies born from Craster and his wives were sacrificed to the Night King so they turn into demon soldiers.

Are the incubus stories real? Some put it down to sleep paralysis, where a person is waking up and feels unable to move, that a weight is on their chests, causing fear, and visions of ghosts and scary figures in the form of ugly people and monsters appear inside the person's room. Often near the bed or under the blankets. The most frightening type of being who does this isn't a supernatural entity but a real person.It may be possible that incubus stories and experiences come from these sinister spirits of dead people who enjoyed assaulting others. Or it's just a fogment of ones imagination.

Thursday, 6 July 2017

I choose Athena

There is a question on Quora asking "If you could choose a Greek god for a parent, which one would it be?". So one then. I thought on it and posted my answer. I felt like giving this some advertisement and add here what I wrote:

It would be the goddess Athena. She can be motherly and teach girls that life isn’t all about being sexy for men. There’s more that she encourages a woman and girl to find within herself the power to be strong willed, able to defend herself, also with the courage to protect those she loves, to help nourish her family, provide (food, stability) for her children and parents and lovers. Athena is a goddess of war, arts and wisdom. Those are the three things that girls grow up missing.

War for girls: martial arts, survivalist skills, physical stamina, athletics, accuracy.

Arts: Creativity be it in crotchet, music, painting, writing, business ideas, computer gaming, clothes making, architecture, plans, drafts.

Wisdom: Sciences, plants, herbs, medicines, therapy, books, human psychology.
Athena can teach a girl growing up how to be able to live in the world without depending on others for support. How to read peoples body language and process who is a potential friend or foe. All these life skills and more. She could encourage imagination and inspiration. She’s also a beautiful goddess who knows she’s beautiful but she has armour and protects herself.

Originally posted by "Rayne Belladonna" at Quora.
The Art is by Tsuyoshi Nagano 

Saturday, 1 July 2017


“Blue Beard“ was the most creepiest fairytale storybook I read as a kid! It was about (if I can remember, without looking it up), a lady called Tulips met this strange mysterious man. He wasn’t exactly handsome but he was wealthy and strong. He asked her parents permission to marry her and that was granted. After they wed, Tulips moved into his spooky massive castle. He allowed her to explore the castle sometimes. There were many places she couldn’t go as it was hidden by locked doors. So one day he gave her a big set of keys.

“You may open every door in the castle and look around,” he told her. “All except one door at the top of the most highest tower stairs. It’s arched and made of dyed red wood with iron studs. There is a hematite above the door. Please never go in there. It’s forbidden for anyone to go in.”

After Bluebeard left, Tulips explored the entire castle. It took almost a whole couple of days. The following evening she decided to go up to the place that was forbidden. She found the door, and opened it. Inside the secret room was a frightening scene of frozen iced statues of women.

There is also blood stains on the floor and walls. Tulips ran from the tower room of frozen women. Later when Bluebeard returned home, she told him what she found in that room. He was so angry with her that he tried to kill her. Tulips escapes onto the battlements and screams for help. Her saviours arrived swiftly and they were her brothers.They killed Bluebeard with both swords. Tulips inherited the castle.

Monday, 26 June 2017

Sex in the Middle Ages

During the Middle Ages, sex was regarded as a form of political agreement among noble families, and everyone else it was a spiritual agreement with the Church, viewed as the place closest to God. So couples were expected to be married and have sex only to fulfil making heirs and families. With nobles and peasantry alike, young people were given a similar diet of spiritual teachings that informed them early on that marriage is a part of life. It was decided among families, especially the parents, on who their children should soon one day be married to.
Arranged marriages were done to set aside differences among feuding families, seal agreements, expand ownership of houses and land. Someone could be told the name of their future spouse but have never even met them yet. It could be years before they see their bethrothed. And on the wedding itself, it usually was the first time the couple met.
They would all have been given teachings from the Christian clergy that drummed into their heads the subject of sin. Sex was regarded as a form of evil sin and so the church made strict rules over a married couples private lives. A married couple were told that they should not have sex on certain days of the week,certain times of the month or certain times of the year. The church told couples not to enjoy sex and to have intercourse with just the missionary position.
However, the church was lenient on brothels!
People were raised to fear the wrath of the Christian god, and somehow felt that the clergy were able to communicate with this god, and be told about their breaking of rules in the bedroom. For that reason people feared the clergy who were the voices of God and messengers, or priests that conversed always with this supernatural divinity hidden behind the stained glass windows of the churches.
People of both nobility and peasantry were growing up too worried to do much about this. The general public of the Middle Ages were very much conformist out of mortal terror of this god, so much so that they complied with the rules.With regards to sex, did people ever become too passionate in bed to forget about the rules? Or did they feel too scared to enjoy each other?
We can gather that life was pretty mundane during the Middle Ages.
Yet it has an appeal. It's full of chivalry, romance, poetry, knights, merriment, and even naughtiness. Sexual intercourse itself was reserved strictly for married couples to produce children. But there were many times when people went about in a state of undress and touched one another. There is artistic proof of this, paintings of the Middle Ages for example as shown of men and women naked like modern hippies:
Public nudity and baths Middle Ages
Naked dancing 
Food, bath and sex
Group witness a couple in bed
Naughty weddings, or should I say weird weddings? After the main saying of vows, the feast, music and cheers, there were dreaded wedding nights that both couples often felt nervous about. Firstly, the bedding ritual (it was custom within all classes of people). The couple would be escorted to their chamber, get stripped of their clothes by guests and then were made to get inside their bed. Then the guests would leave the couple to themselves.
There was an even more nerve wracking custom than this during the Middle Ages. That was for the newlyweds to consummate their marriage in front of witnesses. Those witnesses often included the clergy and officials to ensure that the couple had completed their wedding. Among noble families usually, older relatives such as parents of the bride and groom were regarded as official witnesses to a marriage consummation. This was seen to get proof of a future heir being conceived.
Not only was sex difficult in the Middle Ages but not even private! We have the notion of knights in shining armour sweeping a fair maiden to his castle. Of minstrels being the pop stars of the day, making women swoon and love them. Of lords and princes and sirs on horseback, fighting with swords and arrows. Born from this era are favourite tales we know of including Robin Hood and his merry men, King Arthur and the knights of the Round Table, Merlin, Guinevere, Maid Marion, Merry olde England, as well as a host of fairytales and nursery rhymes.
With the age of war, torture, famine and plague, the fear of God, fear of the devil, fear of church and kings, and even fear of ones parents. We get mythical Middle Ages and romantic chivalry and beautiful maidens and knights so bold. How can we ever imagine what life was like unless we read books or look at paintings from the era? People of the Middle Ages had all these sets of rules to follow so they had to make do. And they did what they could, despite what the rules told them because we're here as a result aren't we. 

Wednesday, 21 June 2017

Summer solstice 2017

Wishing everyone a Happy Summer Solstice!
May your dreams come true.
Blessed be.

Monday, 19 June 2017

Norse gods manifesting in ASoIaF

In the book series "A Song of Ice and Fire" (written by George R. R. Martin), there are characters who stand out and parallel with gods and heroes of Norse legends. I shall list some of those.

1. Three Eyed Crow = Odin.
2. Robert Baratheon = Thor.
3. Jaime Lannister = Tiw.
4. Eddard/Ned Stark = Fenrir.
5. Petyr "Littlefinger" Baelish = Loki the trickster.
6. The Wall = Bifrost.
7. Rhaegar Targaryen = Baldur
8. Cersei = Frigga.
9. Asha Greyjoy = Ran.
10. Daenerys = Sol/Sunna.
11. Melisandre = Hel.
12. Gregor Clegane = Troll
14. Margaery Tyrell = Freya.
15. Ygritte = Skadi.
16. Jon Snow = Heimdall
17. Sandor Clegane = Garm
18. Varys = Kvasir
19. Tyrion Lannister = Fafnir
20. Catelyn Tully/Stark = Fylgia
21. Arthur Dayne = Sigurd
22. Howland Reed = Vidar
23. Dragon glass = Adder stone
24.Old Valyria = Niflheim
25. Jorah Mormont = Berserker
26. Weirwood tree = Yggdrasil
27. Silent Sisters = Norns
28. House Martell = Jormungandr
29. Bran Stark = Geri/Freki 
30. Robb Stark = Hati/Skoll
31. Arya Stark = Valkyrie
32. Sansa Stark = Vanadis
33. Wildfire = Surtalogi
34. Brienne of Tarth = Modgud 

The three-eyed crow appears as a teacher to Bran. He trains him how to warg and time travel with sight. The three eyed crow is an old man who lived beneath the earth, tangled in roots. He's the last Greenseer, or a person who can see into the future. Odin was tied to a tree and had to go through tests and there found great wisdom of the cosmos. Odin is associated with crows and ravens.The weirwood trees are like the Yggdrasil, a massive galactic white ash tree that contains entrances to many worlds. The white walkers and the "Winter is coming" is like prophesy of Ragnarok.

In life, the Three-Eyed Crow was the last of the greenseers (magical people who could see into the future). His name was Brynden Rivers, or "Lord Bloodraven". He was a sorcerer who lost an eye and wore an eye patch. Odin the All-Father lost an eye and wears an eye patch. With him is one of the wolf children (Bran Stark, son of Ned Stark) who sits with him to learn lessons about the spirit realm. Bran is a trainee warg, and is able to see into the past.

Bran is also a young wolf at the Three-Eyed Crows' side. Odin has two wolves Geri and Freki. The three-eyed-raven called to Bran Stark after Ned died. It's as though the three-eyed-raven selected Bran for the wolf-lord position knowing that Robb Stark, who was alive earlier in the story, was going to die. Ned Stark was slain and Jon Snow is now the new "king of the north" (Although technically Bran is the new lord of Winterfell because he's now the eldest son of Ned Stark, and Jon is Ned's nephew).

(Edited: 22/06/2017) I just wanted to add that there is very little info on any named she-wolves in Norse mythology. There's only some scant poetic mentions of mother wolves and women riding on the backs of wolves. So there is no Norse counterparts to Arya and Sansa although there is in other pantheons. Arya is actually like Hati/Skoll but a girl and not a male wolf. She's also very much a valkyrie too and some of the valkyries rode wolves (or became wolves even). In Norse (and also in other Germanic myths), there are different types of Valkyries: Swan maidens. Crow maidens. Shield maidens. Wolf maidens. Arya has a death list of all those she wants to die. She's a chooser of the slain and "reaper" aspect to a Valkyrie.

Sansa Stark is a very different wolf maiden. Her own wolf, Lady, was killed by her father. Without Lady, she lost her wolf self and her true self. She became a victim of abuse and a prisoner at Kings Landing, then forced into marrying Tyrion Lannister. When she was taken out of Kings Landing, she was further victimised by her aunt, then Ramsey Bolton. After what she's been through I don't think Sansa is a gentle flower. She's a wolf. I believe she's also another Valkyrie (but also like Vanadis the wolf side of Freyja even).

Daenerys Targaryen is like the Norse sun goddess that sweeps across the world bringing light. The goddess Sunna rode across the sky in a blazing hot fiery chariot pulled by two bright horses. Daenerys rode a blazing white horse named Silver. Her second horse that she rode was a man, Khal Drogo, lord of horses and warrior and husband. Daenerys is the new (reborn) sun goddess. When her husband (Khal Drogo) died, Daenerys entered the fire, and was reborn. She's the unburnt. The former sun goddess Sol perished, and then her daughter Sunna was born. Now Daenerys rides fire-breathing dragons across the sky!

There are many "Norse strays" in that world of Ice and Fire. Arya Stark is a stray valkyrie. She's got a sword and keeps learning all she can about fighting and killing. Her wolf brothers are not around her to help guide her. There are also the vicious Sand Snakes, shield maidens, desert valkyries. In the "Ice and Fire" books are stray völva (in Norse myth a Volva is a seeress and shamaness usually holding a staff). One of them is the Ghost of High Heart. She's a mysterious woman with a staff and has psychic visions.

I believe here that the gods themselves have been appearing to the author of these books while writing. It's my opinion that Martin could be psychic and maybe channelling from gods and spirits. Whether he knew or sensed this or not, I have no idea. It's possible that maybe he and also other writers get their inspiration through "automatic writing" or friendly "spirit possession" as they create worlds. There is just too much heavy feedback vibes coming from those book characters that they might very well have lived!

(Footnote: I might post more on this subject).

Above is the painting of Bloodraven by James Zapata
If you like this type of thing also read George R.R. Martin is writing myth
and Game of Thrones Norse mythology

Thursday, 15 June 2017

Historic Jewel Box

Lovely objects, buried treasures and burials with human remains covered in glittering jewels. Jewelled bones, rings, disks and gothic nuts. It's the kind of treasure you only should look at for its gorgeousness will take your breath away and astonish you. They will make you wonder.

Nebra Sky Disk - Bronze disk with blue patina sky and gold sun, moons and stars.
Catacomb Saints - Beautiful remains of skeletons covered in jewels and gemstones.
Legendary Claddagh Rings - Two hands and a heart ring for weddings.
Mini Gothic Boxwood carvings - 16th Century wood reliefs and prayer nuts.
Jade Burial Suits - Royal members of Han Dynasty of China buried in cold jade armour.
Acambaro Dinosaur Figurines - Tiny ceramic figures including dinosaurs found in Mexico.

Many thanks to Ancient Origins for providing beautiful photographs and stories about these historic findings. I shall post a link to the site Ancient Origins where you can discover many  more amazing stuff.

Friday, 9 June 2017

Dangerous eagle

New Midgard nature watch
(My nature spoilers and snippets about life on the earth, that is under the new sun Zicona on Orion Spur). 
Birds Preying on Humans
Humans have always considered themselves the top of the food chain. Well this has changed.
Now there are huge birds that can hunt humans.
They're large enough to attack fully grown adult goats, sheep,antelope, monkeys, apes and cobras, dogs, cats and human beings.
The crowned eagle is one such bird of prey that can attack large mammals and humans. These huge birds from Africa nearly became extinct (they were extinct on the old earth, at the Sagittarius Arm) but they're thriving now. They thrive. It's not nice when animal species are on the verge of extinction but just be aware of the dangerous animals out there who can kill you. The crowned eagles enjoy eating mammals. Monkeys and baboons are the eagles favourite prey, as these are found in the open, on trees, in grass, forests, rocks and by waterfalls. Other prey of the crowned eagle are adult antelopes, sheep, goats, reindeer, pronghorns, ibex.The crowned eagles would and have eaten rats, mongoose, jackels, hares, elephant shrews, mongoose, monitor lizards, snakes, dogs and other birds.
Such crowned eagles are powerful and strong. They've been reported to steal human children and carry them off to nests in high tree tops.

The fear of birds, Ornithophobia, may be a primal fear that is embedded within some peoples genes, passed down since the Ice Age. It may get triggered off in some people, but not everyone has Ornithophobia. It's possible that some people are feeling a throwback to their Stone Age ancestor fears of great giant birds who attacked human beings. Researchers have studied the way the crowned eagle behaves in Africa to see that could be why everyone carries a gene that's "phobia of birds".

Other birds that attack humans and can see humans as prey are golden eagles, harpy eagles, stellers sea eagles and martial eagles. The ancient prehistoric terror birds and haast eagles were a threat to humans.   
Reading materials:
Crowned eagle
Eagles hunted humans 
Legend of man-eating eagle was real

Thursday, 1 June 2017


This is my view of celebrities who look like the princesses. Each Disney princess looks like a celebrity from the past (classic Hollywood) and the present (modern):

Snow White - (modern) Adelaide Kane. (classic) Ann Blyth. 
Ariel - (modern) Lindsay Lohan. (classic) Lucille Ball.
Cinderella - (modern) Blake Lively. (classic) Gene Tierney.
Jasmine - (modern) Hafsia Herzi. (classic) Hedy Lamarr.
Merida - (modern) Lily Cole. (classic) Rita Hayworth.
Esmerelda - (modern) Aishwarya Rai. (classic) Natalie Wood.
Rapunzel - (modern) Amanda Seyfried. (classic) Brigitte Bardot.
Mulan - (modern) Vicky Zhao. (classic) Nancy Kwan.
Elsa - (modern) Emma Stone (classic) Marilyn Monroe.
Anna - (modern) Sophia Turner. (classic) Rhonda Fleming.
Aurora - (modern) Ashley Benson. (classic) Veronica Lake.
Pocahontas - (modern) Tanaya Beatty. (classic) Ava Gardner.
Tiana - (modern) Keke Palmer. (classic) Dorothy Dandridge.
Alice - (modern) Daveigh Chase. (classic) Margaret O'Brien.
Wendy - (modern) Emma Watson. (classic) Shirley Temple.
Tinkerbell - (modern) Reese Witherspoon. (classic) Jean Harlow.
Moana - (modern) Frankie Adams. (classic) Dorothy Lamour.
Belle - (modern) Mandy Moore. (classic) Debra Paget.

So (for the girls) what princess do you look like? I scored Cinderella.

Tuesday, 23 May 2017

Monday, 15 May 2017

A portal to "Dark Rainbow"

Links to pages of my "Dark Rainbow" story.
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Part 6
Part 7
Part 8
Part 9
Part 10

 This story was written by me and it's loosely based on the "The Wonderful Wizard of Oz" adventures by L. Frank Baum. The picture used here was drawn by me.

Sunday, 14 May 2017

Dark Rainbow (Part 10)

The castle was locked. Dorothy and her companions left and travelled further along the red path. They spent days walking, under three moonlights, and camped under shades of trees and rocks in the day. Icarus commanded them to keep going. Stannum used his skills to hunt, trap, make fires and cut wood. Star Corn was good at cooking over a rough fire using nothing except the foliage all around, but there was another amazing skill he had: he could summon the rain.
Dorothy grew fond of each man. She found all three of them handsome in his own unique way. Icarus was powerful, muscular and with tumbling golden hair. Icarus shaved his bushy beard off and looked much younger and more handsome. Dorothy loved his golden mane. Stannum was laid back, although quick and sharp eyed. He could see for miles. She loved his eyes. Star Corn was clever and had the knowledge of the land. She loved his laughter.
Each night, Dorothy found herself drawn to one man in particular: Star Corn one night. Stannum another night. Icarus another. Icarus was authoritive but at the same time he was gentle with her. Stannum was a soldier and a knight. Yet he was romantic also. Star Corn was wild but sweet natured.
Dorothy was overcome by fatigue and sickness. She missed her aunt Emerald, but soon did not miss Kansas very much. The new world was her home, whatever and whereever this place is.
"What do you call this land? Is it earth?" she asked while thy ate meat from a bone.
"This is the land of the red path," Star Corn said, which she knew.
"It's inner land between Olympia." Stannum replied, being confusing as ever.
"We're in Olympus, Dorothy." Icarus said. "You might call it something else. Nod land. Fairyland. But this has always been Olympus. It's a continent."
"Atlantis or Olympus?" she asked.
"Olympus," Stannum replied.
"Atlantis was destroyed," answered Icarus.
She'd heard of Olympus, the dwelling of gods, heroic people and magical beings. Thi place never featured on the maps. It was never mentioned at school. Her teachers said Olympus didn't exist.
She had tons of questions. It poured out from her heart and her mouth, and she noticed that she could talk to these men now. Before, long ago, she didn't trust any of them. Being with each man closely made her feel trusting of them. They were her protectors and not her jailors. They made sure she was never harmed by anything. When she passed out in the sweltering heat, they cared for her.
They soon arrived to a beautiful oasis nirvana with orchards, apples of red, green, gold and blue colours. Pretty women in flowing white dresses were everywhere carrying baskets of fruits, plants, stalks, weeds, vegetables, flowers, mushrooms, shells, nuts, beans, rice and sticks. There were palaces of pastel pink and blue shades riding from the luscious green woods. Behind the forested city was a green hill with a tumbling waterfall, spraying foam and rainbows.
"This must be Olympia red?" Icarus said but he wasn't sure.
"No, Icarus. Olympia red was back there with all the monkey statues," Star Corn reminded him.
"This is Olympia green!" Stannum told them all. "It says there!"
He pointed at a shining green rock with golden letters:
Ολυμπία πράσινος
Translated as "Olympia Green".
A woman in a green, white and pink gown of sparkling gems appeared on top of the white veined steps. Her hair was a soft caramel colour with tiny green gemstones. Her skin was brown. Her eyes were green.
"Hello and welcome to Olympia Green," she smiled sweetly. "I'm the witch of the East. My name is princess Calliope. You will find fresh cold drinks and food inside the villa if you want some.All of you deserve a rest. The beautiful wolf can come too.We love animals here."
The place was beautiful and friendly. No one made fun of her here. It was full of gorgeous women and men, not just playing musical instruments. They worked also, making things, cutting wood, sawing, hammering, smithing, grooming horses and feeding countless birds and animals.
Everyone seemed too busy to wonder about her and her friends.
She told princess Calliope about her journey and how she wanted to see her aunt again.
"I have the thing for you," Callioppe went over to one of the pretty girls, spoke to her, and the girl fluttered up the stairs like a fairy. In moments she returned with a velvet pink cushion with tassels. She gave the cushion to Calliope. Calliope put the cushion in front of Dorothy. On top of the cushion was a pair of fantastic looking shoes, covered in jewels and flowers.
"Put these shoes on, and they'll help you," Calliope said.
Dorothy pulled off her boots and realised how her feet hurt so much. Then she slipped on the new shoes and they felt soft and comfortable. Her head spun. Her vision wobbled. It felt like being on an airplane. She grabbed onto something to stop herself falling. The men (Icarus, Star Corn and Stannum) helped her on a chair and gave her some drink.
"She's passing out and it's time that she's transported home by the crystal shoes," Calliope said.
"But we've not had a chance to say goodbye to her!" Star Corn said and the others agreed.
Their voices trailed off, and Dorothy opened her eyes to see a round window with a jade disk. The round window was a bcycle wheel, turning and turning in the breeze. The jade disk was a green frisbee, that got stuck in the wheel. Dorothy sat up. She looked around her, and found just emptiness. No palace. No Calliope or her friends. Everyone was gone. Totem was gone. She saw the rubble of houses that was once her old neighbourhood. There had been another tornado and she arrived here, strangely enough just as the tornado went away.
There were upturned cars and trucks. A plane whizzed by. It was kansas.
She was home. But a part of her was sad. She made herself another home somewhere else. She was barefooted and missing time.
"There she is! Dorothy!" cried aunt Emerald and others who were looking for her.
Dorothy had been missing for weeks. She vanished when the tornado hit the town, and weeks later another tornado hit the same town but this time Dorothy was returned. It had to have all been a dream. Was it?
A trip to the doctors a month later confirmed that what happeend to her wasn't a dream. It was real. She'd spent weeks in Olympia. She touched her belly and hoped for the future,wishing that no one would be horrible. Aunt Emerald was a great person and Uncle Henry will be returning home soon. They wouldn't frown upon her for getting with child with a man not identified in this world. She wondered who her unborn child's father was out of her three mysterious handsome friends. Was it Icarus the king? Stannum the knight? Star Corn of the land? Would she ever see them again?
A rainbow formed in the sky. It answered her question because the colour green of the rainbow was strongest colour of all. It was the way the three men could say hello to her from Olympus.

The End

  This story was written by me and it's loosely based on the "The Wonderful Wizard of Oz" adventures by L. Frank Baum.

Saturday, 13 May 2017

Dark Rainbow (Part 9)

The sun was setting and the bright candy coloured stars were flickering in the sky. Three moons gradually appeared in view, massive spheres in the sky. Dorothy looked for a door but couldn't find anything, just steps leading to walls. She found one of the desert gardens of fountains, fruit trees and coffee bean shrubs contained curious monkeys made of onyx. Their eye balls were true wild flowers.
She looked at Totem, who had found something to chew.
"I guess this is an illusion," she sighed. "Another ruin.We might just press on, maybe forget about it."
"NOT A RUIN" spoke an electric sound coming from one of the onyx monkey figures.
"Did you speak?" she asked.
The small black statuette was unmoving. It had purple and pink pansies for eyes. Whoever carved these monkeys did an excellent job at planting flower seeds into their eye sockets.
"PASSWORD" it said.
"Oh no, not again. I don't have a password," she turned and was about to leave, when the monkey answered her.
"He doesn't know... he asked..."
"He's not a king of Olympia," she laughed. "He fooled you toys as well?"
"No! Monkey doll, king Icarus lied about that! The city of Olympia is empty."
Dorothy was confused. This onyx monkey was playing games with her head.
"Look, the city was empty when I woke up..."
Totem howled after discovering bones that belonged to a bison. Bisons don't like deserts.
Dorothy had enough. She didn't care about entering the door. She wanted to wake the men up and gather some fruit and water, then resume the treck on the path.
She couldn't find them. Star Corn, Stannum and Icarus had gone.
Dorothy was overcome by fatigue, and confusion. She picked herself up off the floor and noticed something in her hand. It was a leaf, a bright green lush leaf not found in the desert. The air cooled and a shadow comforted her from the heat. Opposite her was a round window, and outside that was a jade disk. A maiden with flowers in her hair splashed a bucket of water over this jade disk. The jade disk sounded a gong. A beautiful woman in black crystals appeared from the disk and walked out of view.
""Where am I?  Dorothy was inside a white marble cell room, with Totem asleep beside her.
"What the!" Startled, she got up and took in her bearings. All around her were white marble walls and a couple of round windows. A rounded ceiling with a domed light. An arched door, and some bowls of uneaten fruit. She was back in the city of Olympia, and in the cell where the guards put her!
Dorothy sat down and cried.
"Aunt Emerald!"
The cell door opened. A guard entered, and stepped aside to let in the woman in sparkling black crustals. Her gown was long and made of black shining gems and black diamonds and black quartz. Her hair was a deep indigo and full of glitter. Her eyes were colours of starry blue, green and red. Her complexion was dark plum. She was the most beautiful lady that Dorothy had seen.
"Good morning, Dorothy Storm," the lady said. "I'm Nyx, the princess of the South. Come with me."
Dorothy had little choice. She went outside the cell with the lady. And they left the marble prison, and its flowery white walls, to find flowering palaces and a city filled with beautiful people playing harps and singing. They were alive, whatever they were.
"Where am I?" Dorothy asked.
Nyx smiled at her. "Olympia."
"But we left Olympia, a long time ago. We crossed a desert and came to a ruin with stone monkeys."
"That was no ruin, it's my house!" Nyx laughed. "I woke you up from a long deep sleep. You were unconsious for days, so I was called upon to attend your trial ending."
"What do you mean?"
"It was decided by everyone at the councel that you are innocent. You didn't murder princess Meng. She was killed before you arrived here on our world."
"But the ruin... we woke up and it was empty. Icarus said he's played here..."
"Icarus did play in the ruin with the sphynx. This one is a real city with real people. You dreamt everything else. Icarus is worried about you, so are your other friends Stannum and Star Corn."
Dorothy was more confused now. Everything in the desert had been a dream, according to Nyx. She was so pleased it had been a dream. She encountered so much and all was a fabrication.
Later after she was given fruit and bread, she was reunited with Icarus, Star Corn and Stannum. Totem ran around chasing his tail.Crowds of lovely people dressed in white made her feel special. Star Corn gave her a kiss on the lips. Stannum kissed her lips. Then Icarus kissed her hand. They put flowers around her, and she wallowed in joy.
"Dorothy. Dorothy! DOROTHY!!!" All stopped.
She opened her eyes. Dorothy saw Stannum looking at her, Star Corn and Icarus trying to break a door between two onyx monkeys.
She sat up. "What? Where am I?"
Stannum sighed. "We found you here, passed out," he said.
Icarus looked at her. "I had to give you the kiss of life. You must've been suffering from heat stroke."
Dorothy got up and looked all around her. She wasn't in Olympia. She was here, in the desert with stone monkeys and locked doors, with electric voices demanding passwords to let them in. She was annoyed, and kicked one of the monkey statuettes hard, so it fell and broke.
This made the door open. Inside there were shining black onyx stones and crystals. The dwelling of Nyx. Princess of the night. As the poppies in Olympia made her and the others hallucinate, the monkeys had also done that here.  

(End of Part 9. To be continued in Part 10).

This story was written by me and it's loosely based on the "The Wonderful Wizard of Oz" adventures by L. Frank Baum.

Friday, 12 May 2017

Dark Rainbow (Part 8)

Dry orange desert with hot spiral shaped mountains. Dorothy and her less-than-friendly companions walked for days, feeding on cactus and lizards. Totem disliked the basking sunny alien desert and he was often resting, subdued by the sun.
"Totem, keep going," Dorothy encouraged her wolf friend. "You'll be fine when it's sundown."
Nights were better for him. The group agreed to sleep during the daytime and press on at night when it was cooler and easier to breath. Night was more beautiful in the desert and it looked enchanting. Three moons threw down colours upon the red and orange sands, cactus flowers and red weeds. Luminous insects and reptiles came out to sip on dew.
The red path soon arrived to a woodier place. There were white baobab trees looking like fat dragons and elephants. More tufts of green, red and yellow grasses. Pools of fresh drinking water.
"Olympia!" shouted the men.
"How can it be Olympia?" Dorothy quizzed at the structures, asking them.
"This is another Olympia," Star Corn replied. "There are hundreds of Olympia cities."
"The last one turned out to be dead," Stannum chipped in but grinning. He was glad to be near any city of Olympia. "And I forgive the sad king."
They walked on and came to a place with marble statues of monkeys. There were stone monkeys at the bases of trees. Stone monkeys perched along steps and on paving. It was clear this was a marble city full of monkey statues. There were fig trees and grape vines, fountains, herbs gardens, more stone monkeys.
The group walked along the red path until it came to the bottom of a marble staircase leading up to a white door on a red castle. The castle was buttressed by green fruit trees and monkey statues.The men walked up the steps. Dorothy didn't want to stick around alone outside with Totem so she followed the others. Totem also followed Dorothy and he'd just eaten a green lizard whole.
"Totem I wonder if we can go home soon," Dorothy said as she climbed the steps.
She hoped so. The yellow path led to a ghost town so by that logic could the red path lead to home?
Icarus was first to reach the door. He put his hand to the door handle, when all of a sudden, a massive gong sounded. It sent a sound wave across the desert, making the floor vibrate. A stone monkey near the door of the castle came into power. It's eyes lit up and it bellowed an electric voice.
Everyone stopped anyway but the massive voice and the reaction of the stone monkey frightened Dorothy and Totem. Icarus bowed to the stone monkey and asked for entry.
"PASSWORD" It said. As loud as a jet with sonic boom.
Icarus didn't understand the stone monkey. He looked at the others. Star Corn shook his head. Stannum was puzzled. Dorothy felt scared, but wondered what it meant.
"What password?" Icarus asked.
"I don't know!" Stannum said in panic.
"If we don't have a password, we're all going to die!" Star Corn cried.
"This has to be another illusion," Dorothy realised. "Like at the other city. It was full of poppies giving out hallucinations. This city is full of stone monkeys."
"So you think we're imagining this?" Icarus asked, the others agreed with him.
"Not really but..." Dorothy learned not to trust this world. "...what if the stone monkey is a machine."
Icarus tested Dorothy's theory and tried to open the door. It wouldn't open. He looked at the stone monkey, feeling humbled. "Stone monkey, I don't have a password."
Dorothy ran up the steps and tried to push the door, and then pull it, and even slide it. To her, the stone monkey was a prop. It had to be nothing. She looked at the king and the others. Again all three men had the same hypnotised look on their faces as they had in the last city. They were easily influenced by other forces of this strange world. Easily powered. Easily controlled.
She looked at the door to find that it was just painted there. It wasn't even a real door! They've been had. She told them and they saw it, and groaned.
"There has to be another way in, guys!" she said. The three men all sat down and dozed off.
"Thanks. I'll go and look on my own then!"
The wolf and Dorothy ran down the stone steps.
(End of Part 8. To be continued in Part 9).

This story was written by me and it's loosely based on the "The Wonderful Wizard of Oz" adventures by L. Frank Baum.

Thursday, 11 May 2017

Dark Rainbow (Part 7)

There was a wet sensation on her hand. At first she couldn't see what was making her hand wet. Then realised that it had grown dark, and darker than she noticed it was. The wolf Totem's wet nose touched her hand.
"Hello, boy!" Dorothy was pleased to see her wolf friend.
The jade disk opposite on the wall seemed curious.She pushed her fingers through the bars and managed to touch the jade disk, with her hand snapping the fine bars. It was very strange but the bars were like twigs. The disk had come away into her hand and felt soft and it was only a leaf. The cell was made of grass and spider weeds. The ceiling had gone and the open sky was full of stars. Three moons shone. The cell's little room was an outdoor space.
Startled, she gazed all around her. Totem sat beside her all the time.
Star Corn, Stannum and Icarus were sprawled across the floor in deep sleep, and all three of the men snored heavily. A soft breeze covered them in petals.
The city was empty. The moons shone enough light for her to see that the city was a beautiful ruined city overgrown with poppies. The people were gone. The animals gone. Food and music gone. She stood up. So it had all been just an hallucination, even the sights, sounds, smells, dancers, harpists, children, animals, guards, the feast.   
"Hey! Guys! Wake up!" Dorothy shouted. Alarmed and creeped out, she wanted to get out of here. The place was haunted.
Slowly the three men woke up dazed. King Icarus stood up yawning loud. He remembered the events of yesterday and how he acted like the king. He sighed with embarassment.
Star Corn was revolted that his mouth was full of weeds and dirt. He spat the muck out. Stannum was cold and shivvering at the idea he was duped by all the make-believe.
"What was going on here yesterday?" Star Corn asked. "You were the king Icarus!"
Icarus slumped down on his enormous behind and growled.
"Yes I was!" Icarus said. "The poppies made me king of my city. This has always been my city. I've been ruler of Olympia ever since I was a boy. My father didn't like me coming out here alone. I knew the poppies made the ghosts appear."
Star Corn swore and went away.
"So it was a lie?" Dorothy asked. "We all hallucinated it?"
"Yes and no," Icarus replied. "The poppies grow here and allow the spirits of the lost city to show themselves. What you witnessed was Olympia a thousand years ago. Except I'm king here, because I'm alive and have been playing here alone for my entire life."
Star Corn shouted, "You're very sad! Get a life, big man!"
Stannum laughed.
"Icarus," Dorothy wasn't amused but felt sorry for Icarus. "Are you saying that all those people were ghosts? And you've been living here since you were a kid?"
"Yes," Icarus responded sadly. "I was a lonely boy. The spirits made me feel powerful."
Coward!" Stannum shouted."You had us fooled! I'm a knight of the Fruit Mountain and by my authority I'm arresting you for deceit and..." he looked at Dorothy."Conspiracy to murder!"
Dorothy remembered. "You wanted to execute me, didn't you?"
Icarus growled but in sadness. "No," he said. "of course not, little girl."
Dorothy, Star Corn and Stannum were very annoyed with Icarus for lying about being a king in a dead city, populated by ghosts. Stannum had Icarus, Dorothy and Star Corn were all under his arrest. He confiscated Icarus's sword now.
"We march along the red path to the West. Hurry up!" Stannum ordered.
The golden path ended at Olympia. Three other paths left it the other side, a blue one headed north, green south, and a red one towards the West.
Dorothy felt overcome by sadness. Nothing was at Olympia except a ruin and everyone she saw had looked real but were spirits of the ancient city. And her journey ended there as the golden path stopped here. There was no Kansas. Helen lied to her.
Other roads started at Olympia. The red path made of red foliage turned blood colour by the morning dew. They walked for miles, and the land became a desert with tall natural structures covered in luminous desert flowers. Cactus everywhere. The party stopped to eat some of the wild vegetation, Stannum caught a bird. Star Corn built a small fire and was able to gather some recourses to make a cooking stove out of rocks and grass. Icarus brooded as a fallen king, if ever he really was one.
Totem caught a little marsupial type of creature with stripes. Dorothy chewed on sweet roots plucked from the orange dirt. There was a perfectly round cactus in front of her that she hadn't noticed before. It's massive spikes were closer to her than she realised. It was odd. She knew she would never have sat so near a cactus like that. Dorothy moved away.
Then as she was feeding, the round cactus appeared beside her. This time it wasn't fun. The cactus opened two enormous eyeballs and exposed a gaping mouth filled with razor sharp teeth. "Look out!"
The men got up and were surrounded by many ferocious cacti with faces. Stannum (the one loaded with weapons) unsheathed his own sword and brought it down. With a squelch, the cactus was chopped.
"There's another one!" Star Corn shrieked and two more cactuses with faces appeared. Stannum cut them with his sword. The whole thing started all over again and Stannum sliced the cactus heads until more appeared and he cut those down. Star Corn and Icarus wanted to join in. Stannum returned their weapons.
"Give my sword back too!" Dorothy called out to him.
"No Dorothy! It's the property of princess Meng!" Stannum told her as he chopped the cactus villains. Star Corn and Icarus were lopping away at many more cactus fiends and no matter how many they cut, more appeared.
It was getting tiresome. The men had been at it for ages, and the cactus monsters were always appearing in vast numbers. Totem was nervous and he was afraid of the spikes.
"Give me my sword, Stannum!" Dorothy shouted.
Stannum ignored her, but she went to him and pulled the sword from his belt. He was too busy chopping cactus to stop her. She held the sword up in the air and the sun flashed across the precious metallic blade. Before she plunged it into a cactus face, the sword turned into a bright blue light and sent a shockwave all around. The shockwave mashed the cactus monsters into pulp. None of them returned and no more cactus faces appeared.
"The sword did it!" Star Corn said.
"No I did it!" Dorothy said, feeling hurt that whatever she did was unnoticed.
"Give it to me now!" Stannum demanded and pulled it from Dorothy's hand. "You're still under arrest! All of you are! We shall press on and no funny business!"
(End of Part 7. To be continued in Part 8).

This story was written by me and it's loosely based on the "The Wonderful Wizard of Oz" adventures by L. Frank Baum.

Wednesday, 10 May 2017

Dark Rainbow (Part 6)

The city was called Olympia and it's king was the magnificent Icarus. Golden Icarus, and well loved by all the citizens of Olympia.
The city was nothing like Dorothy had seen before. The architecture was very strange, but also every window, corner, drain, door, manhole, gutter, pipe, column, rooftop, displayed colourful charms. There were poppies in every square inch of the marble pyramids and villas.
She noticed that all of the people in Olympia were young, fresh faced, healthy, gorgeous. Not one elderly person. There were girls in white dresses dancing like ballerinas in mid air. Groomed animals dressed in poppies. Handsome men played harps. There were bowls of fruit everywhere that people could help themselves to. All the people smiled perfectly white glittering teeth.
"This is my beloved city," said king Icarus. "You'll be my honoured guests."
Icarus showed them through the city to the palace covered in gold lattice walls. Dorothy, Star Corn and Stannum were shown into a dining hall with a huge welcome feast. Dorothy felt hungry, but something about this didn't seem right. Everything was too perfect.
The courtiers were pretty airy people in white gowns, drapes, flowers in their hair. Men played harps. Women danced. Children laughed gently. They giggled and Dorothy overheard whispering voices talking about her and the others. The voices said:
"Soldier monk, hee hee." "Farmer, hee hee." "Weird girl and wolf, hee hee." "Girl is a barbarian, hee hee!"
Dorothy ignored them. The stares, grins, the pretty men and women making fun. 
At the feats, Star Corn and Stannum scoffed themselves. Totem was being a wolf and enjoyed his treats on a bone. Dorothy ate some bread and it dissolved like water, without any flavour. This was all an illusion.
Star Corn and Stannum were easily hypnotised by all of the glamour. Dorothy didn't like the way everyone was smiling. She felt uneasy.
"Dorothy," Icarus said. "You've barely eaten."
"I'm not feeling very hungry," she said.
"This food is the best in the world!"
"I just want to go home," she replied. That golden path led her to Olympia. So where was Kansas? It wasn't here. Helen told her to go home following that path. She did and her life was in danger.
"You need to follow the red path from Olympia to get home," said the cool voiced king.
"Now I follow the red path? Is this a joke?" Dorothy was feeling sick now and slammed her hand on the table, making bowls of fruit jump. She got up and her face flushed with beetroot rage.
"Sit down, girl!" Stannum ordered. "You're in the presense of the king!"
"Excuse me your highness, but I have to leave," she said.
Icarus stood and laughed. His laughter was like thunder.
"Girl!" he started."You can't just leave yet.You're under arrest and have yet to face trail for the death of princess Meng. You stole her sword and killed the straw spirit. Your pet wolf killed a number of our native animal species."
Star Corn looked at her with a mouthful of food. Stannum stared at her with cold eyes. The king looked menacing, huge and angry with his long golden mane and fiery eyes.
"Your highness," she protested."It's not what happened. I came here by accident, a tornado, the woman was dead. Helen gave me the sword, the monster in the field tried to kill me, Star Corn..."
"ENOUGH!" The king roared.
The king demanded a trial by nightfall. Dorothy was taken by two guards wearing golden chainmail and she was placed in a small white cell with a tiny round window, facing a green jade disk on a wall with a motif of a gold lion. She was left there for hours. Dorothy cried and called for her aunt Emerald.
(End of Part 6. To be continued in Part 7).

This story was written by me and it's loosely based on the "The Wonderful Wizard of Oz" adventures by L. Frank Baum.

Tuesday, 9 May 2017

Dark Rainbow (Part 5)

Dorothy screamed as the sphynx bared its enormous sharp teeth and bit hard onto Star Corn's left arm. Then with a fatal swipe, Stannum lunged his sword into the heart of the sphynx. The creature made a revolting sound as blood bubbled from it's mouth.
Star Corn clutched his arm in agony, and Dorothy ran to him. She removed her denim jacket then wrapped it around Star Corn's bleeding arm.
"It's dead!" Stannum called out, "so is my sword!"
The knight's steel sword broke as he tried to pull it free. Stannum shouted an expletive, and kicked the monster's body with his dusty boot. Dorothy fought back tears as she desperately tied her jacket around Star Corn's bleeding arm. Star Corn slumped to the floor cursing at the sphynx and this wretched ruin.
"A sphynx!" Stannum said, spitting at the carcass. "We can eat that! Enough to feed all of us for days until we get to Olympia."
Dorothy was upset. "Ugh! Are you kidding me?"
"You're new here, aren't you?" he asked. He removed his helmet. Dorothy saw the sweat on the man's face, clung to his white long hair, and redness near his eyes with faint scars from past battles. He looked young and battered by wars that Dorothy had never known.
"I don't know where I am," she replied."This isn't my home."
"Where do you come from?"
"Kansas. In America."
Both Stannum and Star Corn exchanged puzzled glances.
"You don't know where that is do you guys?" she asked sadly. She knew the answer was no.
"Why did you kill princess Meng?" Star Corn asked her.
"I didn't kill her," Dorothy said. "She was already dead when I got here."
"Then how did you get here?" Stannum asked.
"I don't know."
Totem the wolf sniffed Star Corn's arm, and licked the man's hand. In return, he ruffled Totem's fur.
"This animal is your friend, Dorothy?" Stannum observed.
"He's from my world," she answered.
A loud crash startled the group.Totem growled. Stannum got up and unsheathed his second better sword. He'd thrown the broken sword away into the long grass. Coming from the ruins of the ancient city was a scarlet and golden robed hooded figure. Huge in size, at seven foot tall, carrying a golden staff bearing a blue sapphire. All three stood up.
"Who is that?" Dorothy asked.
"It's the king!" Star Corn said, holding his wounded arm with the jacket acting as a cast. "King Icarus!"
The hooded giant approached them and then sropped. Stannum sheathed his sword and got down on one knee.
"Your majesty," Stannum said.
Instantly Star Corn bent down on one knee and said "Your majesty" also.
Dorothy curtsied in the only way she knew how, as taught to her at the girls school, or when copying cartoon princesses and playing fairytale games with her friends.
"Your majesty," she said even though she had no idea who this royal was.
"Rise!" the hooded robed man sounded as loud as thunder. Everyone stood up.
The large man was taller than both Stannum and Star Corn. He used his free hand to remove the low hood and the red and gold velvet was a cloak of rich material. He removed this cloak and Dorothy gasped to see that the king was very handsome and powerfully built. He was suntanned golden, and his eyes were like amber stones. His beautiful golden hair was cascading down his back. He wore gold chainmail and there was a massive sword in a golden helm at his golden belt.
"You each deserve to be honoured for killing the foul monster," said the king. "I've been hunting it for a long time. Alas it escaped."
Dorothy wondered if the sphynx might've been scared of the king due to his size, as she was feeling a bit scared of him now.
"There deserves to be a ceromony about this. I will take you all back to Olympia and demand an investiture to give credit to your names there. You will each be rewarded," the king said.
Stannum and Star Corn were overcome with excitement. Dorothy was quiet as she just wanted to go home. She watched Totem chewing a small dead striped monkey that it must've caught here. There was no way that Totem could ever be her pet.
"What is your name and rank, soldier," the king addressed Stannum.
"Captain Stannum of the Fruit Mountain order."
"A knight and a monk, how interesting," the king replied with a grin, showing beautiful bejemmed teeth full of tiny rubies, sapphires, emeralds, topaz and diamonds! The king went over to Star Corn, who stumbled his words and looked down at the floor.
"I am Star Corn of the yellow fields, son of the wheat master Star Oats."
The king laughed and patted Star Corn across the back.
Then the king moved across to Dorothy and looked down at her.
"And tell me about you, little girl," the king said.
Dorothy was afraid. "I'm Dorothy Storm, from Kansas."
The king smelled of the wildnerness and strong oils, wood, beasts and terrible things. His face was handsome and he looked like a man of thirty years of age. His long hair sparkled as it moved in the breeze.
"Are you a witch, Dorothy girl?" king Icarus asked.
"No, your highness," she replied. "I'm just a girl who wants to go home."
The journey along the path took three more days. She was used to all three of these strange men by now. Star Corn. Stannum the knight. The king. And Totem was never far away. He hunted and brought her scraps. She found whatever she could eat but nothing with human heads. From bits of dead animal that came from Totem's hunt, meat-on-bones the men prepared over uncivilised fires. Wild uncooked raw vegetation, as well as bugs, worms, snails and grass.
Eventually the yellow golden path turned a corner, round a green slope and an impressive city caked near a forest. Giant structures of marble in shades of chocolate, red, pink, jade and white.Castles, pyramids and towers made of onyx. Enormous statues of humans and animals.
"Here is the city of Olympia!" King Icarus shouted. Stannum and Star Corn cheered.

 (End of Part 5. To be continued in Part 6).

This story was written by me and it's loosely based on the "The Wonderful Wizard of Oz" adventures by L. Frank Baum.