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Sheriff Ray Wilson stood by the side of the hospital bed, and stared down at the bandaged face lying there. “You ready to answer a few questions?”
Jason stared right back at him, and smiled as he answered. “I can't help you. I don't know what's going on and, if the truth be told, I don't really care. I don't know where I am. Where am I, by the way?”
Ray pulled a chair up to the bed and sat down. He leaned forward and slowly, and with slow deliberation, he growled. ”Believe me when I say, you will answer my questions.”
Jason grinned at the sheriff and said. “Can I have my sword back, I feel kind of naked without it?” Actually, the grin belied the fact that he was puzzled. Since awakening in this place, Jason had been trying to mentally link with his blade but, for some reason unknown to him, he had failed every time.
“Yeah, right. You think I'm going to hand over that sword, just like that? What do you think I am, a fool?”
Jason's grin widened and, as he opened his mouth to answer, the sheriff forestalled him.
“Don't bother answering that. I should think …..........!”
The whole building seemed to shake and rock to it's very foundations. Furniture fell over, windows shattereded and ceilings fell. A fraction of a second later, the deafening roar of an explosion sent it's shock wave through the building. The resulting concussion forced the air against their eardrums with such force that rendered further sound almost inaudible. The sheriff fell to his knees and, as the lights went out and his world collapsed about him, his last thought was 'What the hell was that?'

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“You can come out from under there now.”
Sister Victoria watched in the rear view mirror, as Aphemenie threw back the blanket and extricated herself from the foot-well in the rear of the Volvo. Their departure from the Abbey had gone largely unnoticed. Exiting down the stairs at the rear of the building, they left via the road leading to the north gate. From there, the young nun turned the vehicle onto the highway and drove north.
Aphemenie held her aching side as she made herself comfortable. She looked around, at the interior of the vehicle, at the scenery rushing past the windows, lost in awe at this strange means of transport. “Is it very far to this place?”
“Not very far, just over the county line. It's a big old house, been deserted for years as far as I know.”
Aphemenie turned her attention back to the other woman. “As far as you know?. You mean you are not sure if it is inhabited or not.”
“Oh no, it is definitely deserted. I just meant that I wasn't sure for how long.”
They drove on in silence for some time and Aphemenie found herself dozing. The gentle rocking motion of the automobile soon sent her into a deep sleep. As she slept, Aphemenie dreamed. She dreamed that she walked across a meadow towards a dark forest. In the blink of an eye, she found herself walking through the wood, brushing aside branches and leaves. Her progress slowed as the vegetation thickened around her. Very soon she was panicking and thrashing at the claustrophobic greenery as it pushed against her body, imbued with a life of it's own. Aphemenie felt her legs weaken and give way as the forest forced her down to the ground, then, just as she was about to scream, she saw a tunnel open up in front of her. She crawled slowly through the, now lifeless, vegetation, towards the inviting sunlight. Her knees and elbows scraped across the ground for what seemed like an eternity until, sudenly, she was out of the wood and standing in the shade of the trees at the edge of the forest.
Aphemenie looked down a hill towards an area surrounded by a low wall. The area was filled with many standing stones. Some plain, some shaped and some quite ornate. Most were flat while others, were formed into various figures. All seemed to have a mound of earth, covered with grass, in front of it, and each had some form of writing upon it's surface. By the side of one of the mounds, a woman knelt and appeared to be crying. After a while, the woman rose and moved off. Aphemenie was just about to follow, when, from the corner of her eye, she saw a man leave the shadow of the trees to her left and walk down the hill towards the spot recently vacated by the woman. Realisation slowly dawned as Aphemenie recognised the lanky figure, with it's long white hair falling about the man's shoulders.
“Jason!” Aphemenie shouted as she broke from the cover of the wood, and ran towards the man as he strode down the hill. She quickly reached him and stretched her hand out to grasp his shoulder. As she did so, she felt her body lurch and she opened her eyes and saw the scenery rushing past the windows of the automobile once more.
“Sorry, these old roads are in need of repair. Did you enjoy your sleep?” said the young nun.
Aphemenie gazed ahead, where, in the distance, she saw a large pair of iron gates. On either side of the gates, a high wall stretched away into the distance.

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Jason floated high above the ground, in a sky dotted with hazy blue clouds. Every now and then, the clouds would part to reveal a rolling green landscape below, dotted with trees and shrubs. A sudden gust of wind pushed him along and he started to gather speed. His initial panic over suddenly falling to earth subsided, leaving a feeling of breathless elation. He began to experiment with his arms and legs. First twisting this way, then the other. Laughing, he soared upwards and then dived towards the earth, raising his body at the last moment and presenting a full frontal stance to act as an air brake. He slowed and finally, swivelling his body, touched the ground with one foot, then the other.
He stood in a meadow gently sloping down to a low walled graveyard. A kneeling figure, a woman, wept by a grave side. He had been here before. Yes. Many times. Hurriedly Jason strode over to the wall and vaulted over it. When he looked again, the woman had vanished. He walked over to the grave. This time the mound of earth had vanished and in it's place, a freshly dug hole. Jason looked at the headstone and saw the inscription was almost illegible, worn nearly smooth by the elements. He began to kneel down to examine the faded words when, he heard her call.
“Jason!”
He straightened and looked across the wall, into the meadow towards a stand of trees. A man strode towards the graveyard from the direction of the trees and, running from his left he saw Aphemenie. Jason watched as she caught up to the man and reached her arm out towards him. As her hand touched his shoulder, she vanished! The figure continued on towards Jason as if nothing had occurred.
Jason watched and waited as the figure, head bowed so his features were unrecognisable, advanced down the hill. He leapt over the wall and approached Jason with a purposeful stride. The man stopped in front of Jason and slowly raised his head. Jason started with astonishment as his own face stared back at him. A wide grin formed on the stranger's lips as, suddenly, his arm shot out and pushed Jason backwards into the open grave. As tons of earth followed Jason into the black abyss, burying him alive, he heard the figure above laugh out loud.

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One moment Jason was clawing in vain as an avalanche of cold, damp earth buried him alive; the next, the pressure on his body subsided and he snapped open his eyes. Warm, gritty, dust particles assailed his eyeballs. His sharp intake of breath as he snapped his eyes shut again, threw him into a coughing fit. The restraints, which just moments ago, had bound his arms and legs securely to the cot, had melted away. The cot had also disappeared, leaving him lying amid fallen masonry and rubble. He rolled onto his side, spitting out a mixture of saliva and brick-dust, in an attempt to clear his throat. Someone groaned, close by in the gloom, Jason could make out a pair of legs protruding from beneath what appeared to be a pile of rubble.. It came back to him then. The sheriff had been questioning him, and …......what? The building had collapsed. Why? His brain began firing on all cylinders, as he rolled over and began crawling towards the policeman. Earthquake? Possibly! Explosion? 'Knowing my luck,' Jason mused. 'Probably!'
He reached the fallen officer and took in the scene. A chunk of concrete ceiling had fallen from above and wedged itself, one end on the floor and the other, jammed firmly in a window frame. Jason edged around the obstruction and peered behind. What he saw made him wince. The exposed end of a steel reinforcing rod had pierced the lawman's chest, effectively pinning him to the floor. His shirt was stained red, soaked through with his blood. His breathing was laboured, coming in short, rapid intakes of air that gurgled through the blood filling the dying man's lungs.
The sheriff saw Jason and tried to speak. When he did, it was slow and painful.
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“I don't know,” Jason whispered. He had a strong feeling he was about to find out though.

The Volvo came to a halt in front of the closed gates and Sister Victoria just sat, staring at the rusting metal bars.
“What's wrong?” Aphemenie sensed the apprehension mounting in the young woman.
“Oh. It's probably nothing. Someone has obviously been here though. It's just that, those gates have always been open. The hinges rusted solid.”

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Aphemenie leaned on the side of the car and watched the young novice, as she examined the ground. Other than their own vehicle, there were no tyre-tracks in the dirt road leading up to, or past, the iron gates. Straightening up, Sister Victoria looked at the gate themselves. There was no chain, padlock or any other apparent means of securing the two metal monoliths together. The sister put her hands against the cold metal and pushed. The gates swung easily, and noiselessly, inwards until they came to a stop parallel with the edges of the driveway.
“If I didn't know better, I would say we were expected!” Victoria eyed Aphemenie with the ghost of a smile on her lips.

Jason called to Soulrazor, but she wasn't listening. His fickle mistress often ignored his calls while she hunted. Her need for souls was immense. Her hunger insatiable. Now, after sleeping, lying dormant for a while, she had awoken and was once more, on the prowl.
But Jason needed her. He needed the sustenance that she gave him. He needed to feel her warmth in his hand, her fire seeping through his sinews, his blood boiling in his veins. The cry began deep in the back of his throat and travelled upwards, bypassing his mouth, until his very brain screamed for her. He……He……HE NEEDED HER! WHERE WAS SHE? He wriggled away from the dead body and crawled out from under the slab. The scrape of steel on concrete undoubtedly saved his life. As his head emerged into the open, the scrape, followed by a soft whooshing sound, kicked his reflexes into action. Jason pulled his head back and saw the iron bar hit the floor, inches from his face. His hand immediately reaching for his shoulder holster. He swore under his breath as he realised their absence left him vulnerable. Shuffling slowly back the way he’d come, he found himself once more, next to the sheriff’s dead form. In the darkness Jason fumbled at the man’s hip, searching for the officer’s pistol. His hand closed on the grip and he pulled the 38 free from its holster. Jason propped himself up against the wall, pointed the pistol through the debris in the direction he had entered, and waited.


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A huge, round, stone table dominated a pool of brilliant white light. The light did not fade gradually towards its edges. There were no shadows, no grey areas showing dimly lit corners or hints of furnishings. The light simply ceased and blackness fell like a curtain. On one side of the table, three hooded figures in black robes sat motionless. They scowled, staring silently at the figure seated opposite. The fourth figure was that of an old man. He wore a white robe, down the front of which flowed a long white beard.
“You have taken to wearing the white, I see.” The central figure smiled. A sickly, sweet smile that belied the venom beneath his words. “You have overstepped your bounds, old friend.”
 Loki returned the barest hint of a smile and sighed. “I believe the bounds are mine to be stepped upon, over, or indeed, around. As to my attire, I am taken with the colour. It rather suits me don’t you think?”
The central figure stood up placing his fists, knuckles down on the table. He leaned forward and spat. “Do not toy with me Loki. He is mine, as you well know.”
The old man stared at the hooded figure and said. “What of the girl, Ronan? She bears no blame in this.”
The figure seated himself once more and shrugged his shoulders. “She chose to side with him when she aided him. She must now suffer the consequences of her actions.”
The old man sighed and, interlacing his fingers, he stared his accuser in the eye before he replied.
“I repeat, she has no part in your vengeance. Do not continue down this path Ronan, or I will be forced to stop you.”
Ronan laughed a hollow, mocking tone. “You are a fool, old man. What can you possibly do to us?”
With their laughter echoing in Loki’s ears, the three dark figures stood up from the table, turned and disappeared into the blackness. Overhead, thunder crashed and lightning began obliterating the darkness.


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“I think you need to come with me!”
Jason jerked his head up, automatically raising his gun hand from the floor. He must have drifted off to sleep, the effects of the medication still in his body, presumably. His hand shook slightly as he pointed the gun at the old man’s chest.
“Who are y...?” Jason stopped, suddenly aware that his surroundings had changed. He was in the same room, the sheriff’s body still lying next to him, but the rubble had disappeared and the room was exactly as it was before the explosion. The only differences, were this old man standing before him, arms folded and eyes bright with suppressed humour, and a young woman. The woman was standing, frozen like a statue, with her arms raised clutching a length of steel reinforcing rod. The front of her dress was stained with blood and there was a look of intense hatred in her eyes as they glared at Jason.
“I do not believe she has your best interests at heart. In fact I don’t think she likes you at all”. Loki laughed.
Jason cocked the hammer of the 38 and drew in a deep breath, noticing as he did so, an absence of any pain in his shoulder. As he slowly breathed out, his hand steadied and he softly repeated. “Who are you?”
“Ah yes, your earlier question. My name is Loki and I suppose you could regard me as a minor god. A princeling from the grand halls of Asgard, or the realm of Valhalla, whichever you prefer”. Loki glanced again at the young woman. “Do you know her?”
“Yes, she’s a changeling. They have been pursuing me for some time now. Although how they manage to cross between the realms is rather puzzling.” Jason stared at the old man for a moment before continuing, “So, I’ll forgo all the usual questions and just say, what do you want?”
Loki continued looking at the woman for some moments, and appeared not to have heard. Finally, he said in a thoughtful tone.
“A changeling, yes, I’ve heard of them. As to her being able to follow you, she probably had help.”
Loki shrugged and turned back to face Jason. “Now then young man, it seems a friend of yours may be in some danger.”


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As the car reached the end of the drive, Aphemenie gasped. The vehicle came to a halt in front of a large, squat building. It was made almost entirely of a smooth, black substance, which both shone with a light that hurt her eyes while, at the same time, drawing her in until she felt like she was falling towards the stars.
With no will of her own, Aphemenie stepped out of the car and Sister Victoria clamped a firm grip on the back of her neck, propelling her forward towards a large open doorway.
“Come angel, I have some friends who are dying to meet you.” The young nun laughed as the pair stepped across the thresh-hold and were swallowed by the blackness.


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The End of all Songs

Loki and Jason left the room and stopped in the misty hallway. A humming in the air alerted Jason to her presence. As the humming drew closer, Jason raised his arm and as Soulrazor nestled her hilt into the warmth of his hand, the pair walked off into the dense gloom of the corridor. In what seemed like a mere heartbeat, they stepped into the light and stood before a pair of large stone doors. They stood wide open resembling nothing less than a huge gaping maw. With a sideways glance at Loki, Jason stepped forward and fell headlong into blackness. He tumbled over and over for what seemed like hours. Somewhere along the way Jason felt the familiar feeling of translation which usually accompanied his passing through a portal. A pinpoint of light in the distance grew rapidly as he hurtled towards it, finally arriving with a thud as his body hit cold, hard stone. Winded, he forced himself into a kneeling position and shakily stood up. Glaring white light blinded him for a moment as he tried to focus on his surroundings. He was alone on a familiar pinnacle of rock which, like a finger of accusation, pointed out into the blackness of the night. As his eyes became accustomed to the light he saw that it radiated from a tombstone standing in the middle of this plateau. He walked unsteadily towards it and stopped. A name was etched deeply into its rough surface.

           Jason Korde

           For Eternity

“We grow weary of this game, mortal.”
The voice made Jason turn around. Standing behind him were three robed figures, their hooded faces hidden from sight.
“You’re right.” Jason replied as he pulled his needle-gun from its holster. He shot the two figures on either side and watched as they disappeared in clouds of black smoke, their empty robes falling to the floor. Dropping his pistol, he pulled Soulrazor free of her scabbard and threw her at the remaining figure. The sword pierced the robe and went straight through, this garment following its predecessors to lie in a heap upon the stone floor. Soulrazor flew on, describing an arc which eventually brought her full circle back towards her master, hilt first. Jason held his hand up to receive his trusty blade. At the last minute she suddenly turned end for end and, point first, drove herself into and through, his body.
Jason felt the coldness of her steel, like being speared with a huge icicle. Then he gasped as he felt the very marrow being sucked from his bones. Finally, as Soulrazor lifted his body from the floor, he felt the cloying, smothering blackness engulf him forever.

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A New Song?

Light.

Bright light.

Light so bright it burnt his eyes through closed lids.

He rolled over, away from the window, spitting the dryness of night onto the sheets. Slowly opening his eyes, he blurrily took in his surroundings.
Something nagged at the back of his mind. What?
The room eventually began to reveal itself. An emperor-sized Versailles curved bed. Large enough for three. Large enough to play, then, find a quiet corner and sleep undisturbed. Next to the bed, a silver Toulouse 2 drawer nightstand, on top of which stood a Miriam crystal table lamp.
Something nagged at the back of his mind. What?
Over by the door, a large Regency mirrored french wardrobe. As his eyes scanned around the room, he noticed a French 19th century walnut veneered bureau on the opposite wall.
The names sprang unbidden into his mind. Something still [sign in to see URL]. At last he realised. The one thing that eluded him. Who was he?

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