Chapter 1

A Journeys Start.


“Been there”, the old man was saying, “about two days walk past Belfor forest, fairly easy jaunt I do say”.
“So you have seen the castle?” I said, fairly incredulous.
“You bet sunny boy, dilapidated old haunt it is. Didn't stick around, kinda spooky up there.”
So that was it, I thought, the rumors of the place were true, but what about the rest?
“Did you see any of the mythic folk about the place?”
“I saw...


So that's it, I see Sylvia's point now, writing a story is o' so tedious! So much must be said, so much described, he said, she said, he went, she went.
Its a slow grind out.
Way too much like work.
Thats it for my novel career!

Billlinks, besotted bellows!
I will a willy winkel
too Tad a tooley toon!

So much better, not being fixed in the probability field, none of that collapsing wave form for me, no sir!
But what than? Rambling discourse?
Quick poet wit?
Stream of unconsciousness?
The big questions don't interest me, nor does the small everyday stuff, what to do?



“I saw a pixy fly into the gate, but other than that nothing unusual.”
“Thank you sir!” with a friendly wave I departed from the old fella. This was exciting stuff, mythic beings dwelling in a haunted old castle, perhaps my supply mission could take a small detour, I did not need to arrive at the fort for two weeks, the Major would not be too concerned with a small delay.

“Hitch up the wagon, we are taking the Belfor road!”
“But captain that route oughtn delay us gettn to the fort, timely like.” Lunder said. The Sargent was obviously distraught.
Don't worry man, that bit of crumpet you got waiting wont get spoilt by a few days sitting!”
I laughed heartedly, so myopic that mans sense of the world.
“Why, a once in a lifetime chance to see beings from days gone by, and all you can think on is a bit o tart, open your eyes my good Lunder, so much to see, so many things yet unknown to us, wide open vistas ahead!”

Grumbling he had the men hitch up the wagons and we headed out of the village, the mysterious ruined castle our new goal.



Well we cant have too much going on in our minds now, this never ending stream of quantum revelation, this hustle possibility, of things, places, and people, all crowding about this singularity point of wave field collapse. All this stuff, an infinite amount actually, bursting to get in,
in to what?
My conscious awareness quantum modulator.
My head
My tomb.
This dead place where infinity goes to die.

Huka juka, is this story gonna get stucka? (You may say it already sucka).
Riters block, twist and knot.
This life of mine consists of rot.



The wagon was creaking under its heavy load of hardware, as we neared the edge of the forest. The sun was just on the horizon, the clouds a wispy pink.
I said; “We shall set up camp by the side of the road here, the trees will provide some shelter in case of rain.”
“But captain, what about the wolves, we wont see em coming from next to the forest here!”
“Shut yer gob!” Sargent Lunder yelled. “Ain't been no wolves in these parts fer fifty years, ya scardy cat.”
Random bickering ensued amongst the men as camp was set up.
My unit consisted of myself and the Sarge, plus a dozen regulars. And a supply wagon. And here I was.
Me, as fine an officer and gentleman as the royal army had produced, driving wagon!
I had suddenly found myself volunteered for the supply run the day after the card game, winning a weeks pay from the major had proven to be tactically wise, but strategically foolish.
Just my luck I had thought, until happening upon the villager and his tales of mythic beasts and treasure in the old castle. Now an opportunity had presented itself for me to perhaps get back my winnings, and more, a lot more.



Was there a time I had believed in a dream? That my vision of what could be for my life was not sealed off by the impenetrable wall of the laws of multi dimensional physics. How could such a dreamy lad have fallen so far? From dream to scream?
Where is the seam? Quiver light moon beam.
Halcyonic historonic, all this is just moronic.
Swill my fill, cancel out my will.
Till...
Till
Till dawn