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One in the Oven
One in the Oven
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In the fifth installment of the popular Adjustor Series, the heroes that you've grown to love will face new challenges, meet new friends and fight epic battles. Many questions that carry forward like a trail of bread crumbs from the very first novel will be answered. The story reaches back into the ancient prehistory of mankind on this planet and links many ancient legends to our present. As always, this volume is packed full with monsters, ghosts, creepy crawly things, evil, high maintenance in-laws, a very pregnant succubus and elder gods. If you are a fan of Fantasy, Vampires, Gods, Monsters and of course Legends, you won't want to miss this latest fun packed romp.

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Brennan Barrett

Brennan Barrett is an off the wall fantasy writer from New Westminster BC in Canada. Being an avid fan of both comedy and the Fantasy genres his entire life has imbued Brennan with a straight forward writing style that makes for an entertaining read in anything his irreverent mind creates. Fans will agree, you never know what to expect next. For anyone that has taken the time to write a review, please feel free to contact the author via email brennanbarrett@shaw.ca There is always time for a thank you. Thank you to the fans that offer great ideas, you make the process that much more enjoyable.

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    One in the Oven - Brennan Barrett

    Brennan Barrett

    Smashwords Edition

    Copyright Brennan Barrett 2017

    ISBN: (Electronic Print) 978-0-9918332-9-0

    Dedication:

    This book is dedicated to Keanu Charles Reeves. He’s a fellow Canadian, he’s also a musician, and honestly, he entertains me. I think he’s earned this. So, thanks for making another John Wick movie, Keanu.

    I would also like to dedicate this book to my die-hard fans, specifically the ones who hound me relentlessly by email and on Facebook until I write a sequel for them.

    Nick, John, Rita, Victoria, Stacey, Dennis, and Angus.

    Author’s note:

    Sometimes the characters in my books plague my dreams. Sometimes they plague me in person. Be that as it may, I must still follow protocol and add the following disclaimer:

    This book is a work of fiction. All characters in this book are completely fictional. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is completely coincidental and unintentional.

    This eBook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This eBook may not be sold or copied without purchase or permission by the author or publisher. If you would like to share this book with someone, please visit the publisher and purchase additional copies. If you are reading this book and have not received it as a gift or purchased it from a licensed reseller, please visit a reseller that offers my book and purchase a legal copy. Thank you for respecting my hard work as a writer.

    Cover designed and created by Brennan Barrett ©2017

    Table of Contents

    Prologue

    Chapter 1

    Chapter 2

    Chapter 3

    Chapter 4

    Chapter 5

    Chapter 6

    Chapter 7

    Chapter 8

    Chapter 9

    Chapter 10

    Chapter 11

    Chapter 12

    Chapter 13

    Chapter 14

    Chapter 15

    Chapter 16

    Chapter 17

    Chapter 18

    Chapter 19

    Chapter 20

    Chapter 21

    Chapter 22

    Chapter 23

    Chapter 24

    Chapter 25

    Chapter 26

    Chapter 27

    Chapter 28

    Chapter 29

    Chapter 30

    Chapter 31

    Chapter 32

    Chapter 33

    Chapter 34

    Chapter 35

    Epilogue

    About the Author

    Coming soon

    Connect

    Dedication

    Other Books

    Thanks

    Title Page

    One in the Oven

    Prologue:

    Turkey, 9112 B.C.

    The work nears completion, the master said to his apprentice. Acolytes were guiding the last stone over the hill with their crystals as he spoke. Each acolyte held a long quartz point in their hand that was glowing softly as it focused the energy of their minds to strike a harmonic resonance with the quartz contained within the stone and levitate it for transportation.

    Yes, Master, but... the apprentice began.

    Quiet your mind, pupil, the master cautioned, we will not question, and we will not allow certain thoughts into our minds. This has been agreed. The apprentice hung his head. It was true: the guild had decided in secret that this would be the case. No one would speak of the project, and their thoughts must be guarded at all times lest they betray themselves to the Gods with their very thoughts. It was a miracle that the work had neared completion without their plan being discovered. The crystal skulls they had carved and placed in discreet locations had been a safeguard against the Gods hearing the whispers of their minds.

    Be at peace, my son, the master intoned, The Adjustor himself has agreed to our endeavor, as have certain Elders. It is time that the best and brightest of humankind were no longer under the heel of oppressors. The master put his arm around the shoulders of his apprentice as the young man was overcome by emotion. All he had ever known, since birth, was to live among the Gods. Soon they would be leaving the planet of his birth and the Gods he had grown to fear and respect, for a distant home amongst the stars. He was thrilled to be a part of this great project and yet, he was also very scared.

    Though the young apprentice's master seemed to be secure in his conviction, he too felt the sorrow that weighed heavily upon both their hearts. Their people would be leaving their world and most of their Gods behind for what seemed like a fool's errand. Their destination a tiny pin prick of light in the night sky that marked one of three stars that would become known as Orion's Belt.

    Come, lad, it is time we began fusing the stones, or they will fly apart once we leave the planet's pull.

    Is it true, Master, the apprentice asked, that there is no air to breathe beyond the sky?

    It is true, the master replied, but worry not, for we have devised methods for storing fresh air to breathe, filtering the air we have breathed, and even creating fresh air should our other methods fail. The plan has been carefully thought through from beginning to end. We will not fail.

    The Lonely Elder and the Adjustor will be with us then, to guide us? The apprentice asked.

    They have given their word, the master replied. Now, go and get my satchel with the key crystals; there is work to be done.

    Chapter 1

    Present time.

    What do you expect from me, silly ape? Smith said as he looked down at the detached hood of a vintage muscle car that rested on his workbench.

    Well, Angus said as he shifted from side to side, I thought maybe you could help me fix it.

    This is from the car you landed on during the battle with the little clones? Smith asked.

    Yeah, Angus replied, when I bravely took a round from a rocket launcher in the service of the Adjustor.

    Ya di' na take the round, ya silly git, it landed in front of ya, Smith argued.

    Close enough, Angus argued back.

    Boys! Marion said as she climbed down from her stool at the bench beside Smith's and came over to mediate before a shouting match erupted. Is there nothing you can do to help, Sir? Marion asked Smith. Marion was a maid in the service of the Elders at the estate. She had become quite attached to Angus after he saved her from the clutches of an evil Orangutan.

    Oh, sure enough, Smith replied, I'm good with metals but not so good with paint. This piece has many coats of paint that come together like a piece of music; it was done by a master of some sort. I cannot duplicate this work with the tools I have. Angus slumped at Smith's words. He only had about fifteen Facebook friends and he would probably loose two of them if he couldn't fix the damage he had done to Corey's car.

    Is there no one you could ask? Marion urged.

    Only Thor could coax the metal back into place without damaging the paint, Smith offered. He is the God of thunder and the small spaces in between things. I suspect the lad would see auto-body work as beneath his lofty station, though, Smith concluded.

    He's probably still pissed at me fer laughin' at him, Angus grumbled. Anyway, he'll probably melt the thing into a pile of slag.

    You two will say nothing, Marion said sternly as she got down on one knee and began praying to Thor. A moment later Thor arrived in the armory, brows furrowed at being called.

    I was watching the chronicles of the one called Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Thor complained. Why have you summoned me?

    These two, Marion began, are stuck in a debate. One believes that you can coax the metal of this damaged piece back into its rightful place without damaging the coating of paint, while the other believes it to be impossible.

    Goibhniu, Thor said sternly to the smith, I know that you would not doubt me. It was more of a statement than a question.

    I believe ye can work the trick, Elder, Smith confessed. The monkey here thinks ye'll melt the thing into a pile of slag.

    Well, Angus said in his defense, he is pretty strong, and I've seen that hammer tear holes through some awfully thick armor.

    It is child's play, Thor said as he elbowed past Smith and Angus to look at the detached hood. The God of thunder rested a hand on the surface of the metal and was quiet for a moment. Sliding his hand slowly over the entire surface of the hood, Thor's face underwent various changes of expression. Each and every change of expression included furrowed brows, but it did change if you knew what to look for.

    Well? Smith asked.

    I will need a large anvil and one of your tuning forks, Thor said to Smith in conclusion.

    I'll get them for you straight away, Smith said, as he opened a case on his bench and withdrew a metal rod. Walking over to the large anvil by the bellows, Smith tapped the rod against the anvil, causing it to ring. Lowering the rod point to the anvil, Smith guided the anvil over to the workbench. Marion's eyes widened as she watched the anvil float less than an inch off the ground to be coaxed toward the workbench by some strange magic resonating from the rod. Smith paused once to strike the rod against the anvil again and rejuvenate the resonance within the metal, causing the anvil to resume its journey to the workbench.

    What magic is this? Marion asked with wide eyes.

    Oh, that's nothin', Smith said with a shrug. It's just a matter of like affects like. More nature than magic. Marion wasn't convinced but said nothing as they made space for Thor to work. The Elder searched through the same case that Smith had taken his rod from, looking for a suitable tuning fork. The three waited quietly while he chose. Upon selecting the best suited fork, Thor tapped his hammer on the anvil and held it under the hood. Frowning, Thor gestured to Angus to hold a corner of the hood for him and tapped his hammer noticeably harder on the anvil. The Elder was pleased when the hammer began to ring with a certain pitch. Placing the bottom of the tuning fork against the hammer caused the tuning fork to ring, and with both tools ringing, the God began working. The hammer was held under the hood while the tuning fork was held over.

    After repeating the ear-splitting process twice more, the God had finished his work, and the hood had been restored to its proper shape. Thor was smiling as he tore a strip of leather from a scrap that lay on Smith's workbench. The previously damaged hood from the Shelby Cobra looked pristine.

    Cover your ears, Thor said as he divided the leather into two pieces and wadded it into his ears. Angus slid the hood further onto the workbench before covering his ears. A moment later, Thor's hammer struck the anvil hard enough that the sound of its ring was deafening, even to covered ears. Thor waited a moment, holding the hammer over the hood before moving it in a circular pattern. This process was repeated once more before he took the leather out of his ears.

    What was that all about? Angus asked.

    The paint, Thor said with a shrug. It had come loose from the metal; I was re-curing it. I assume you would not want it peeling off, the God finished smugly.

    Alright, Angus said, I was wrong; name my penance.

    You will find me more of the chronicles to watch, Thor instructed.

    Done, Angus said with a bow. Thor looked quite pleased and nodded to everyone before leaving. Marion smiled behind her hand as she watched Thor turn and leave. Men were so simple, it was a wonder they ever fought when they were so easily pleased.

    That could have been worse, Angus said brightly as he rubbed his hands together and picked up the car hood.

    ***

    What do you mean, it could have been worse? Declan complained. You almost killed me.

    "Well, I could have killed you," Belinde said with a shrug.

    Good point, Declan agreed warily. I'm going to talk to Bran, Declan said as he stood up from the bed shakily, We have to come up with some sort of plan to feed you that doesn't result in my demise or stealing Sly from the Weavers.

    Belinde had offered an idea that involved working her way through a portion of the Sly that were being held in the dungeon. The fact that people were being kept like livestock for the Weavers made Declan slightly sick to his stomach if he dwelt on the fact for any length of time.

    They have their manna and water, Belinde said with a pout. They got along just fine without them for thousands of years.

    Yeah, but they were sickly until they started eating the enemy, Declan protested weakly. Look at how healthy and happy they are now. Jesus, I can't believe I'm saying this about feeding people to giant spiders, but as long as people are siding with the Sly, I'll keep feeding them to the Weavers.

    Well, maybe I could have just one now and then, Belinde bartered.

    ***

    Mesopotamia 14000 B.C.

    Quickly, the wise one shouted, the great event the Anunnaki have foretold draws near. Bring only what you can carry and pass through the arches! Women and children were crying, and animals were panicked from all the nervous energy in the air, but the line moved forward. The Anunnaki - children of the great God, and Gods in their own right - had foretold of a cataclysmic event that would soon strike the region. A great temple and ramp that could be seen for miles around had been built as an escape point to another place. From what the wise one understood, there had been many such places built. Some of the temples led to different realms of this very world, while others led to distant places in the stars. Sul'Kemnan had spent many years in study as one of the wise ones. He had proven himself capable in the use of crystals and rods to shape and lift great slabs of rock. He had proven that he could chant with the best of his peers to change the direction and speed of the stones he had lifted with crystal or rod, yet he still found it difficult to understand the concept of worlds within worlds.

    You there, Sul'Kemnan barked as one young man strode past with a pack spilling crystals. Secure your pack! We may have need of those crystals, and there may be none where we are going. Protect them with your life!

    The young man's face went pale, and he quickly removed his pack to gather up the crystals he had dropped and secure them properly. If what the wise one said was true, he may very well carry the hope of a future generation on his back. The gate that Sul'Kemnan's people traveled through was one that led to a distant world and he, despite being a devout acolyte of the Anunnaki, feared what lay ahead. The Anunnaki had explained that a large body of stone and metal was hurling through the heavens and would strike their world nearby. Its power was such that even the great Anunnaki were powerless to prevent its impact. They had told him one night in the temple that the very skies would burn, and that a wall of water and mud sixty to a hundred cubits high would wash across the surface of the land, leaving nothing but devastation in its wake.

    Sul'Kemnan knew of seasons and growing. He knew of metalwork and healing. He, in fact, knew a great many things, but one thing he did not know was any conceivable way in which his people could return to their home in his lifetime. It would take hundreds, if not thousands, of generations before the land would support the level of civilization that was escaping, and knowing this brought tears of frustration and grief to his eyes. Their Gods had promised that they would return one day, and they would, for the Anunnaki were always correct when they spoke. Still, the only way in which Sul'Kemnan would ever set foot on the land of his birth again would be through his distant descendants. As it was, he was very old and may not be capable of siring children. He would have to choose a wife quickly and offer much prayer.

    Three women approached, dressed head to toe in black. They were being skillfully avoided by all those around them. Sul'Kemnan knew these women to be the Weavers. They had once woven the fate and destiny of each and every man, woman, and child for the Anunnaki. As the population grew, it was no longer as vital to have the race so carefully tended and pruned by the machinations of the Weavers, and they were retained for some reason only the Anunnaki understood. Sul'Kemnan had seen the Weavers in their true state once; the sight had given him nightmares for a full year. The small pocket of humanity that was escaping to this new destination would have need of stewards to nurture them once again and the Weavers would soon take up their ancient role of pruning and shaping.

    ***

    I can barely stand, Declan said as Bran shone the light in his eyes. There was no need whatsoever for Bran to be shining the small penlight in his eyes, other than the fact that it was a gift from Anderton Barrymore Forsythe, the resident wizard. In short, it made him feel like a doctor.

    You say that Adjustor Belinde fed from you again this morning? Bran asked. Is that common practice for her?

    Well, Declan said, it's happened before, but I've never felt this tired afterwards. I had crazy dreams that kept me up most of the night, so that didn't help, but she seems to be taking a lot more life force from me than before.

    She is eating for two now, Bran said. You mentioned dreams?

    I snuck downstairs for some food from the pantry last night after being with Bel; I was pretty drained. Anyway, I couldn't sleep and decided to talk to the Elder. Declan referred to Odin, as did any of the Elders when they mentioned 'The Elder' without a specific name. Odin was currently holding the seat of Elder of Elders, that being the ruling Elder amongst the pantheon of Elder Gods.

    Regarding? Bran asked.

    The rise of man, Declan said.

    Which one? Bran asked. Declan laughed out loud at the Elder's question.

    That's what kept me up all night, Declan finally replied. I'm going to talk to the Weavers later and see if I can get a few things sorted out. I'd like to know more about the flood. That seems to be one place where the line of the Adjustors was broken.

    Which flood? Bran asked.

    Oh, come on, Declan groaned. You can't honestly be telling me there was more than one?

    Two big ones, three smaller ones, Bran offered as he ducked his head down between his shoulders. This day was shaping up to be as straining as Declan's first at the estate. At least today Declan wasn't fainting like he had when he found out that the ancient Gods still existed. Most of the information has been carried through history by your scribes and scholars, Bran offered, though the time lines are quite confused. That's why there seems to be such a lack of consensus with the way your fringe enthusiasts describe Atlantis.

    Why is there so much confusion in the historical records? Declan asked.

    That was likely caused by evacuation and reintegration of some scholars, and the conflict of their historical records with those of the scholars that had remained. Bran said with an odd smile that faded quickly.

    You had something to do with that confusion, didn't you? Declan asked.

    Not with any malicious intent, I can assure you, Bran insisted. "It was often important to shape historical understanding to prevent false Gods from receiving prayer, and after the last pact, prayer was delegated to The Father and his angels. This was done for reasons of safety, Bran explained, not for any petty reason. Details exist to this day in the Christian Holy Bible that offer insights into some of the information you seek."

    Oh, well, that will make dad happy; more Bible study, Declan grumbled.

    You really do seem out of sorts, Bran said as he rested a hand on Declan's shoulder and imparted a blessing. For the first time in hours, Declan felt that he actually had enough energy to breathe properly. The energy holding your spirit within your mortal coil was indeed very weak, Bran said with some concern. I believe you will be spending some time on bended knee before your child is born. It will take many blessings to keep you strong throughout your wife's pregnancy, Bran said with a smile. That is, assuming her appetite remains the same.

    Declan took a lot of ribbing from those at the estate concerning his wife and her appetite. Belinde was a succubus, and as Declan had discovered, she didn't really feed on blood, and she didn't feed on men while they slept, as he had first believed. Belinde fed on a man by sleeping with him. She drew a tiny bit of blood from her victim – which, these days, consisted of Declan - to create a bond with the life force that she drew out sexually. Under normal circumstances, feeding on a person just left them unconscious with a pronounced smile on their face. Belinde was, after all, stunningly attractive. Her petite yet ultra curvy frame could arouse desire in any man and most women for that matter. Unfortunately, Belinde was now eating for two, and Declan was paying the price.

    Any idea where I should start looking in the Bible, Declan said as he stretched.

    Genesis, chapter one, verse nine - you should remember from your studies that there was only one large continent in the beginning, Bran offered. One helpful thing: space was referred to as waters in those days. I think, with your new understanding, you will find verse twenty-six quite playful.

    Why? Declan asked.

    Well, the wording, of course, Bran said, "it reads: And so God said, let us make man in our image, after our likeness. Verse twenty-seven goes on to say: So God created man in his own image, in the image of God created he him; male and female created he them."

    Us, our? Holy crap, I thought woman was created later? Declan asked.

    That wouldn't make much sense now, would it? Bran asked in answer to Declan's question.

    But you were all there in the beginning? When Pangea was being formed? Declan asked.

    Not all of us, Bran explained, Some of the Elders are much younger than that time, and our memories were affected as we were given different habitation.

    Habitation? So, your memories were affected when you came from heaven to live on earth? Declan asked. Bran chuckled before answering.

    The oldest of Gods had different bodies that we called habitations. These bodies were suited for the waters of the heavens but not well suited to interaction with the lands of this realm or its beings. Our old bodies were too powerful and caused havoc and devastation quite easily, so a new habitation was granted to each of us. Some still retain this first earthly habitation, while others have been granted yet a second, and in the case of the fallen, a third habitation.

    Wow, that's not confusing in the slightest, Declan said as he gripped his temples. Bran chuckled again. You must feel like Einstein trying to explain physics to a Republican via Fox News, Declan said with regret.

    Nothing so bad, Bran said with a smile. The thing to understand is that after the fall, the fallen had their godly habitations taken away and replaced with weaker habitations, so as not to influence the fate of man as much as they did in the past. These habitations were still of The Father's design, and the fallen managed to cause more than enough of a problem by mating with human women. Their offspring were giants as is often the case when the Elders mate with humans.

    Hey, Declan said with sudden pride, I remember that part; they were referred to as Nephilim, weren't they?

    Very good, Bran said with a smile, but today we refer to them as Titans, though there were more than that single breed. Often, those who would assist us in the tending of man were as Goibhniu, our smith, demigods.

    Didn't the Hebrews tangle with them in the Bible? Declan asked. I seem to recall something in Numbers where they mixed it up after the spies snuck through Canaan.

    Again, more than one breed of Nephilim, and some were of the fallen, Bran offered.

    It seems like every time I ask a question, I raise more questions, Declan complained.

    Excellent! Bran said in agreement. Declan looked at The Elder with a blank face for several moments, saying nothing. Not excellent? Bran asked.

    Not excellent, Declan replied. Why can't there just be one history that everyone agrees with?

    That is a good question, Bran said thoughtfully. Please understand that, though I was once known only for my prowess on the battlefield, or as the hound of the crow, I am now by choice a healer and not a scholar or an historian. I can tell you that in a world where more than two thinking beings draw breath, there will be politics at work and thus two recorded histories. Bran sat on the cot facing Declan before continuing. We as Elders, shape the known history of man for our needs. Of course the Sly endeavor to do the same. As a matter of fact, a short time before your birth there was a discovery made in Mexico that would have proven that man was using intricate tools more than a quarter of a million years earlier than previously believed.

    So? Declan asked, What's wrong with that?

    At the time, Bran explained, there was a movement of thought that gave credit to alien beings as the creators and stewards of man. Such knowledge would have fueled this belief to the point where huge numbers of humanity would have been praying to alien deities, leaving the Elders too weakened to fight the monstrosities that would have been created.

    I think my head is going to explode, Declan complained. I told The Elder last night that I was thankful that dealing with an alien attack wasn't something I had to worry about. He said, 'As long as they don't decide they want their planet back.' Should I be worried about that?

    Bran considered Declan's words for a moment before answering. There are groups that have been gone for so long that they would be considered alien now. Large numbers of those that were evacuated have already returned, Bran explained. Though, there was one group that snuck off mostly by themselves. It was actually one occasion where the line of The Adjustor on earth was broken.

    The Adjustor died? Declan asked.

    No, he left with them, Bran said with a wince.

    Why would The Adjustor leave with those who would turn their back on the Gods? Declan asked sincerely.

    Because not all of us were especially well behaved in those days, Bran said as he hung his head. A few of the Elders that later became known as The Fallen were tyrants. They treated mankind worse than slaves. Human life meant next to nothing in their eyes, and with the return of those long separated from The Father, numerous different views of how man should be treated suddenly appeared. Those views differed from the views of the final authority, and segregation was attempted; then a war, and finally, another flood. Though the topic was heavily laden with emotion for the God, Bran quirked a smile suddenly. You may want to avoid these types of questions at the feast this evening.

    ***

    722 B.C.

    In the mouth of a non-descript valley approximately a day's walk to the southeast of Judea, the surviving Elders of ten tribes gathered for a meeting that would change history. Life in the fertile land of their peoples was changing. Some of the old Gods no longer answered the prayers of men, and a new God was quickly gaining power and dominion throughout the land. This night, as the men huddled together and waited, they prayed to their last remaining God that they would not be spotted by spies of the new God or his agents.

    Our savior comes! Shouted the man known as Joseph the Tanner. There was no longer a need for stealth and fear; if their God was among them, they would be protected. A giant bull, the likes of which Joseph had never seen, galloped down toward them. The massive creature pulled an ornate chariot of gold and gems. Sharp cutting edges sprouted from every corner and surface of the chariot, matching the armor of the great bull that pulled it.

    Immediately, the elders of the ten tribes threw themselves to the ground in supplication to their God. Driven from Israel, the future of ten tribes rested on the shoulders of these ten men. In other times, this God was known as Brách, Bragh, or Helios. There were times when he was also mistaken for Ra the sun God, but this was often the way with Gods. Mankind had a very limited knowledge of who they actually prayed to. In many languages, this God's name often became associated with the words for oath or forever.

    Today, he was being asked by the leaders of ten lost and forlorn tribes to be delivered to a promised land. The Father had promised these people salvation, yet of late he had become troubled. His decisions were becoming erratic, and his children had once again taken up old rivalries, fighting amongst themselves when they should have been tending the growing flocks of humans that were inhabiting more and more of this world. The ten tribes had not been given victory as promised; they had been forgotten.

    Lord, Joseph the tanner begged, we have been laid low. Our ten tribes are but a shadow of what they once were, and our enemies surround us. Yet our hearts are full to overflowing in your presence. Surely you will deliver us!

    The oath shall be kept, Helios promised. You will be delivered to the promised land. Your trials have been great and many, yet they were necessary if the prophecy was to be fulfilled. Today I will teach you a new song, and you shall be redeemed. Helios stepped down from his chariot and asked the men to board. They looked upon him in confusion. As great and large as he was, there was no way they could see that ten men could possibly fit on his chariot with him. Yet, as the men boarded the chariot, there seemed to be the same amount of open space aboard the vehicle as there was when the first man boarded.

    At that exact same moment, Cúchulainn, Láeg and Deichtine were gathering the people of the ten tribes aboard similar chariots. They would be taken to a new land. That new land was at once quite close and very far away. Their new home would be one of the associated realms of Midgard, and it would not be the first time that people of this world had been relocated. The song would provide the energy needed to make the crossing, and as it always had, the song would change the people.

    Chapter 2

    Professor Anderton Barrymore Forsythe had a plan. Unfortunately, Al the Necromancer also had a plan.

    No, no, no, Anderton insisted, Enochian magic is too unstable for such a task. We simply need to locate the released spirits and draw them into the canopic jar.

    And that seems to be working quite well for you, Al replied as he leaned against the stage. The same stage in fact where Norman Glassman had created a horde of zombies only days before.

    Gentlemen, Samantha groaned, play nice or I'm taking you home.

    Now that the horde of undead had been destroyed by the Host of the Hall, the spirits that had been trapped in limbo by the evil Necromancer had returned to the place where their deaths had occurred.

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