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Adina of Elysium
Adina of Elysium
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Adina of Elysium is a fictional story based on historical information about two green children found wandering outside of a town called Woolpit in England. I wrote this story using historical information found through my investigation.
In a place called Elysium, where there is no war and the sun was low in the sky and the land was green all the time. Adina and her brother Mawukura were out moving their herd from field to another, when the herd gets spooked. They follow the herd and wind up in a cave, waiting for what spooked them to leave.
When finally they emerge from the cave, they find themselves in a foreign land. It’s so bright that they could barely see what lay before them and so hot that Adina thought she would burn. When her eyes adjust a bit to the brightness, she sees a dead barren land and assumes it’s the land of death.
Our green children have to try to adjust to this land of death, for they don’t know if they will ever find their way home again.

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Release dateFeb 3, 2018
ISBN9781370455140
Adina of Elysium
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William J. Ryan

I am William J. Ryan. I am in my 60’s, an autodidact (self-directed learner) and I am dyslexic. I not only suffer from trouble with letters, numbers and spelling of words changing on me, but structuring of sentences will sometimes be backwards. (Don’t worry; I hire someone to edit these stories before I publish them!) I write for the joy of writing, of getting an idea out there. I write in many different genres, children’s stories, historical fiction, fiction, science fiction, crime, and adventure, all the way to anti-religion. I do research on everything that I write about in order to try to be as factual as I can be. I have self – published 35 books and 22 screenplays! Self - publishing is a great way to start, but it is hard to get the audience’s attention. I am also the illustrator of all the artwork within each of my books and most of the cover art. You won’t find many authors out there that include artwork in their stories. More About Me Born in poverty, by white trash sperm and egg donors, my childhood was one horrific nightmare after another, that I would spend the rest of my life overcoming. Freeing myself from this extremely dysfunctional cluster of lost self-indulgent beings, by cutting off all contact with them, was the best thing I ever did. At an early age I chose not to have children for I was not given the skill to raise them and chose not to pass on the gruesome genetic dysfunctions that I had inherited. Writing personal painful events in one of my fictional characters is second nature and comes far far far too easy. In my early 20s, I discovered my reading and learning disability had a name, Dyslexia and I worked as an adult to overcome letters and numbers changing before my eyes. Later in life, as an older adult, I learned the power of reading and writing and became an Autodidact. This affliction never leaves the afflicted. I am glad to trade the curse of Dyslexia for the skills to invent and create people places and events that I see so clearly in my mind’s eye. Every story, every town, every person is 100% real to me and I see every picture on the wall, the view out the window, the streets and homes of the neighborhoods, making them all real to me and I hope the reader. Artfully crafted acquired skills, from a childhood trying to escape the insanity surrounding this small boy and his young developing mind, where he found himself. i.e. A clear example of a Dyslexic sentence. A short stent (seven years), in the criminal banking industry; where I saw V.P.’s change mortgage interest rates higher on loans, to increase the profits for the bank, cheating the customers. When I refused to participate, I was told, “I needed to think of the Bank First”. My response was “I will never do this.” I also witnessed V.P.’s instruct managers to create duplicate false files (and they did) concealing the crimes of the bank during a government audit, so they would pass. When I could find the courage to walk out, (without notice for they did not earn it) I did and changed my life’s path for the better, still looking for that place in my child’s mind, where people were honest, decent and truthful. All of my life up to this point, I could not face my tormentors, because I was beaten down so badly as a child. I finally found my voice and the inner strength to take the bullies in my life on,,, one at a time. With each confrontation, with each face to face battle, I have grown stronger and developed the skills to beat back the bullies of the world, exposing them for what they truly are. There is no one I will not attack back, fending off their aggression, their bullying of the weakest among us all,,, children,,, has become my single life focal point. At this intolerant unforgiving stage in my life, my understanding of man’s history, is continually being rewritten, removing the light of truth, so I pull further away from people. The worst being the so called God Fearing People, that believe they can do anything to anyone and God will forgive their sins so they can do it again. Every one of them has shown me the black oozing bag that is their soul. There is no helping them, so I stopped trying and recoil from the religious. The evil that all religious people do every day, in their God’s name, (genocide, rape of a child, land grab, slavery) show us all that their god must have horns and a pointy tale. This clear understanding of people and the evil that exist just under the skin, emerges in all my stories. A good writer should not create without understanding, but write what they know. I know this evil all too well and I can write and attest to it!!! Favorite Quotes (some) “Just because you are born in shit, does not mean you must stay there.” The quote is from a female pilot from WWII, instrumental in the development of the WASP, name unknown. “A man’s strength is measured by the strength of his enemies” Sioux These quotes are indeed very powerful. My list is very long and grows with every day. Each day I wait for them to come and kill me,,, the Deceivers that I expose. “Hell is other people” From the book NO EXIT by Jean-Paul Sartre 1944. The things he must have witnessed,,, as the Good German Christians gathered up the Jews (the god killers, Jewish Decide) for the slaughter. Oops did I let that slip? Yes the Nazis were unapologetic-ally Christian,,, Gott Mit Uns (God with us) was worn upon every German Christians soldiers belt as they justified their actions with words of Scrupulosity and its madness. Example; “Our movement is Christian” Adolf Hitler. These Christians are not good people and for me this quote helps prove it. “The waste,,, the waste,,, the waste.” These were the last words of the abdicated King Edward VIII of England. Somehow it seems to sum up the best efforts of man on Earth. “I am ashamed to say I am a member of the human race.” said by Charles Bukowski, August 16th 1920 to March 9th 1994. Words I hear in my mind every day as I see more atrocities of man and his foot print upon this small planet. I carry all of these words with me every day and use them to steer me from the rocky shores of others as I set the heading of my ship away,,, off into the setting sun,,, as I was born,,, alone. Personal Hero’s Ferdinand Waldo Demara Jr.; his skills of camouflages and moving from one life to another, immeasurably helped to guide me and re-invent myself for the better. It is with envy I look to him and his life, for he truly is,,, The Great Impostor. This is but a small window into my soul and reveals but a small part of what has made this man what he is,,, good or bad.

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    Adina of Elysium - William J. Ryan

    Adina Of Elysium

    Written and Illustrated by William J. Ryan

    Copyright 2018 William J. Ryan

    Published by William J. Ryan at Smashwords

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    All information, theories and any philosophies or hypotheses should be verified by the reader from outside sources before one takes action to protect oneself from any of the impending dooms that are predicted to come within this book.

    All theories and characters in this book (if any) are fictitious and any resemblance to others or actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental unless a true name is used and true quotes are used.

    Table of Contents

    Chapter One Home of the Tuatha De Danann

    Chapter Two Angoona and Omeo

    ChapterThree Trust

    Chapter Four Passing to the Abyss

    Chapter Five Abduction

    Chapter Six Wolf Pit

    Chapter Seven Mountain House

    Chapter Eight A Bright Spot

    Chapter Nine Searching for Home

    Chapter Ten To Be Free

    Chapter Eleven Gods of Death

    Chapter Twelve Acclimation

    Chapter Thirteen Baptized and Death

    Chapter Fourteen God, Death and Torture

    Chapter Fifteen The Last Hold

    Chapter Sixteen Emptiness

    Chapter Seventeen The Encounter

    Chapter Eighteen The Blacksmith

    Chapter Nineteen Possessed

    Chapter Twenty The Wee People

    Chapter Twenty One Evil upon the Land

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    Chapter One

    Home of The

    Tuatha De Danann

    I opened my eyes from inala (rest time) and there was Lutana (named for the moon) sitting at the table watching me. He had a big smile on his face and as I tried to wake up, I remembered this was the time. I hurriedly got to my feet and ran to his side as he took another drink.

    I asked, Is it the right time?

    His smile broadened as he looked down at me. I heard Merindah (name for beautiful) say, She is too young for such things! This is a boy’s responsibility.

    He put down his cup and with his large hands enveloped my head and then with the biggest of warm smiles, he softly said, She wants to help me… I will carry her if I must, but this is the right time.

    I ran to the doorway filled with excitement, because this would be the first time I had been permitted to go with him. For me this was a great adventure. I was to see places that I had only heard them talk of. My world was about to grow and I was to learn a lot. Lutana took me by the hand and we headed for the doorway.

    At the doorway he knelt down beside me and once more smiled and said, You must remember to listen to everything I say to you and do as I ask of you, because this is not a child’s game. This can be very dangerous for someone of your size. It is why Merindah is worried for your well-being. So you must do as I ask and stay next to me,,, understand?

    Trying to not show my excitement, I smiled at him and placed both my hands on his shoulders, You are not to worry, I will only help you. You must remember, I love the Bos (cattle) as much as you.

    Lutana smiled at me with trust in his eyes. I was not to fail him on this big day. He then softly spoke, Then your first job is to carry the special food Merindah has made for us.

    I could hold it in no more and I ran to her side and gave her a big hug with as much love as I could. She smiled down and placed a small bag upon my back and strapped it to me. There now, you can’t set it down and forget where you put it, now can you? Her love was shining in her eyes like the stars in the sky.

    No, Merindah,,, I cannot. I will be safe, because I am with Lutana. Nothing more needed to be said, for she was now at peace with this.

    I turned back to Lutana and said what I had heard him say a thousand times before, Well I am heading out. and I walked to the doorway and stood for a moment looking at the short stone path that ended a few feet from our doorway.

    Uncertain of the path I was to take, I took a deep breath of the moist air and said, The rain has stopped.

    Without looking back, I walked to the end of the stone walk and headed down the muddy path that I had seen Lutana take many times before.

    I do not know why, but I have always loved the times after the rains have stopped. The air is so clean and the plants drink in the life giving fluids and the ground takes on its own life. Something about the mud squirting between my toes,,, I have no words to describe the joy it brings me.

    As we made our way down the muddy path we started to near Angoona’s place. This time I was leading Lutana, so, with pride, I waved to her when I saw her sitting on her stone bench by the tall trees. She waved me over, so I ran to her and we embraced.

    Angoona was so full of love, it was hard to let go. When I finally did, I told her of the big adventure we were about to embark upon. She looked up at Lutana, You take good care of my Adina. I will worry so until I see you both back safely.

    I ran back to my place at the head of the line and continued down the muddy path, waving back to Angoona, Don’t worry, we will be fine.

    Lutana’s heart filled with pride. His little Adina was growing up before his eyes; he told me this later. We walked until the drying muddy path turned to grass, which is where I stopped and said, I know not where to lead us, you must show me.

    The rolling hills were silent with a soft breeze blowing the green grass in patterns I had not seen before. There were mounds of the plants Merindah loved to prepare for us and I began to pick some when Lutana said, Save that for the way back. We don’t want to carry a load until we are heading home.

    I put them back and followed Lutana down into a dural (valley), then over a jindalee (bare hill) and once at the top we could see all of the Bos. It was a very large herd of cattle placed in Lutana’s care and we were to herd them to a new karalee (grass around waterhole).

    As we stood there looking down upon the herd Lutana explained, They are very loving and will try to be near you as much as they can. If they should knock you over it is by accident. Their true name is Bos (Cattle) – Aegyptiacus. They are also known as Bos (Cattle) – Taurus or Bos – Primigenius,,, I have heard them called all three names, but I call them the Bos for short.

    They were not frightened of us. They knew Lutana, so they walked over to greet him. For the first time, I could sense their trust and love for us and I wanted to give it back. The first one I gave the name Yinarupa and when I leaned upon his great body, I could feel him return the feeling.

    I then moved on to the next and gave her the name of Inyuwa. She had the biggest of eyes and with them, she smiled back at me and as I embraced her, she moved her great head and lowered it to my back returning the hug and the love. The first greeting was a great moment and one I shall always remember.

    We moved the herd to a new location and they were content to eat their fill and drink from the fresh pond of water. I was getting tired from the

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