Beyond Expectations, Developed from title challenge #10 Options

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I am finally getting back to some of the helpful suggestions and encouraging comments that many of you have offered to me this past year or so. This story came about from my title challenge #10 submission. I still struggle with punctuation, sentence structure, and particularly point of view. Hopefully some of you can help me with this but any suggestions will be welcome. It is long so I thank you in advance if you take time to review it.

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Beyond Expectations
By Jaclynn A. Huntington
07-21-07

“Oyes! You there, comes this way.” The rummy voice came from the shadows where I could barely make out the form of a boy. I turned, took a step forward, and then paused, straining my eyes to see the lad better. “Aye, govna, over here!” A long weedy arm was motioning me to come closer.

I worked my way past several people moving along the cobblestone street. A coach passed by and for a moment I lost sight of the lad but as I reached the other side of the street and stood by the lamp post he reappeared. On closer inspection I saw he was no more than an urchin, complete with matted hair, worn out shoes, oversized clothes, and in great need of a bath. He appeared to be around twelve years young but his eyes revealed that much had taken place in his life, leaving him wiser beyond his years. “What is it you want, boy?”

Quickly removing his cap and holding it in front of him, the lad bent his head slightly as he stood before me. “Ya has a kind face, ya does govna. Could ya spare a sixpence or two for a poor orphan who hasn’t had a bite to eat in days?” The boy looked so undernourished that I began reaching into my pocket for a coin. But I stopped when I noticed his bulging pocket and the glimmer of gold peeking through the hole in his coat. He remained patiently in a submissive posture waiting for me to give him money. Instead of currency, I pulled my gloves from my pocket and began putting them on as I walked away from the boy.

The child moved quickly to follow me. “Now govna, you wouldn’t let a poor child go away empty handed would ya?”

I paused and pointed my walking stick at the hole in his pocket. “Very well, I’ll give you some advice. I suggest you repair your garment before you loose what fortune you have. I don’t make it a habit of giving money to obvious tricksters.”

The lad’s voice changed from sweet innocence to the street-wise slang of his habitat. “Ah now govna, you can’t blame a soul fer tryin. Taday may be a good one but tamarra I could go home empty handed.” He looked up to me with large eyes that held a twinkle and a grin that made him rather charming in a sense. In fact he had a fistful of charms as he waved his cap and bowed to me most graciously. “Pitney James Kingsley at yer service, but me friends just calls me Pit”.

I couldn’t resist conversing with the lad as he flashed a cheery grin my way. “Just what sort of service do you provide, Mr. Pit?”

“I be anything ya needs, govna, errand boy, guide, or valet. I’ve even been known to cook a breakfast fit for a king and I knows how ta…”

My attentions were diverted from the boy as a Danse Macabre turned onto the street. We watched in silence as the procession of skeletal figures playing instruments preceded towards a house across from us. An open wood coffin was brought out and the figures moved to surround it before continuing their advancement. Inside was laid a man of considerable years dressed in a bright red and black costume trimmed in gold. As they neared the end of the street the boy spoke again.

“I sees a look of puzzlement on ya, govna.” My attention returned to the lad whose eyes were lit up with anticipation.

“Do you know who that man was?”

“Aye, he was a particular favorite of mine.” The boy put his hat on and grabbed my hand. “Come on, govna. I’ll be yer guide into the Glass Castle.” I was indeed curious so let the boy lead me into the house where the body had been brought from.

I was amazed as I entered the large room filled with glass objects of every sort, reaching from the floor to the ceiling. The places in between were filled with candles that reflected off the glass to cast dancing shadows about the room. I stood speechless but the boy seemed right at home. “This here be the home of Thadius Pi Ripple, Esquire, but he let me call him Mr. Pi. He be an important man on the stage, at least he was.”

“Are you sure we should be in here Pit?” I had a feeling of being on sacred ground which made me a little uneasy.

“No problem, govna. I practically live here meself most of the time.” He paused to readjust his cap then led me forward.

We moved into another room which I assumed was the kitchen. On one side of the room stood a dozen or so large baskets of fresh fruits and vegetables. On the wall hung several shelves filled with freshly baked bread and from the ceiling hung poultry and other wild game. On the other side of the room was a long table, a cook stove, above which hung many pots and pans, and a large rack of spices. The table was laden with small baskets filled with various food items, carefully covered with white cloth. It the corner was a pile of wooden crates, sacks of various grains, and several small cloth bags of beens, tea, and other staples.

I followed Pit as he moved to the far end of the room where a large black dog stood. Next to him was a doorway covered by a bright red curtain. The dog growled fiercely as we approached then lay down submissively as the boy reached into a pouch hanging from his belt.

“What are you doing?”

“Feeding the monster.” Pit fed the dog a biscuit and let it lick his fingers.

“He hardly looks like a monster to me.”

“Naaa… govna, his name is Monster. Ya hast to feed him if ya wants to go through.” The boy rubbed the dogs neck before holding back the curtain and gesturing for me to follow.

I thought I was sleep walking when I suddenly found myself in another world filled with lush green trees and vegetation. Beautiful birds of every color flew above us, a mother deer and her fawn stood drinking from a babbling brook, and the air was filled with a sweet aroma that left me feeling I was stumbling on contentment. Pit began running down a path lined with white lilies. “Come on, govna, its just past Angel Falls.”

“What is?” I had to walk fast to catch up to the lad. Pit seemed to come to life in this surrounding. His face held a healthy glow and he suddenly appeared clean and well groomed. He didn’t reply as we moved past the waterfall, which cast a refreshing mist around us. Bright blue butterflies fluttered above us.

Soon we came to a long winding cobblestone path that led down a slope into a rich valley. Pit pointed to a structure at the bottom. “We’re headin to the ruins govna.” I struggled to keep up with Pit and was out of breath before we reached the bottom of the rather steep path. We were almost to the ruins when I looked up and saw a Pegasus descending. I found myself frozen as Pit ran up to greet the creature. This was a form from fairy tales and I began to wonder if I had been lost in a dream all this time.

Pitt stepped back and with a wide grin watched as the Pegasus ambled towards me. He lifted his head, sniffed me a few times and then I felt his hot breath on my face as he breathed out slowly. Suddenly he reared up, whinnied, and then pranced back to Pitt. It was almost as if he was whispering in the boy’s ear before he galloped off and again took to the sky.

“This way, govna.” Pitt motioned me to follow him again and we entered the old ruins. Once more I was taken back by what I saw. Never before had I seen such an array of brightly colored costumes. I viewed painted scenery in various half built rooms and small boxes of glistening jewelry. There were stacks of books in every corner and tables strewn with objects only a chemist could appreciate. Each room was more astounding than the previous. A large globe sat in one room with a mechanical system of planets moving above it. In another stood a table with a crystal ball and astrology symbols on all the standing walls. Each room was in someway opened to the large center room but one. Pit had been talking nonstop as we passed through each room, describing every item in its origin and usefulness. I grew more curious as the boy led me to the enclosed room.

Pitt stopped at the doorway and I was taken back as his expression changed and he began to speak perfect English. “Good sir, I beg you forgive any deceit shown in my bringing you here. I have known who you are but please do not speak your name.” He opened the heavy wooden door and stepped aside. “You must enter this room alone. I know you have many questions but I assure you the answers lie within.”

I began to speak but Pit put his finger to his lips to silence me and as I passed him, he lowered his head as if bowing to me reverently. The room was dark and I heard the door close behind me. Suddenly the room was lit by dozens of candles that took life on their own. This room was not nearly as brightly colored as the others but the walls were lined with fine tapestries of every mystical creature known to man. The largest of these were a unicorn, a Minotaur, and of course the Pegasus. And there was one that took up an entire wall, which depicted a most fearsome looking dragon. The room was nearly empty but for a small cot and side table. In front of the dragon tapestry stood a large podium with an extremely thick book sitting upon it.

I moved to inspect the book. It held no title but a strange symbol on the cover. I began turning each fragile page with care, my eyes soaking in every word. The first three pages spoke of a man who reached out to bring joy to many through theatrics and magic, of a mysterious power that protects this room, and of how the contents of this book would change the life of the reader forever. As I read I realized this was the life of Pi, the man I had seen in the dance of death. The following pages listed 1776 challenges, quests if you will. Each held an element of mystery, magic, and an enticement to learn more. The last page of the chapter surprised me the most for as I read it stated that he who reads this book would become the new master. Below the long passage of how this was to be I saw my name written out in my own handwriting and as I stared in amazement, the scripted name changed to that of the man who had been carried off in his coffin. It was then that I realized I was to be the new Pi. I was the chosen one.

I wondered how it was that I was brought here as I had been no one of any particular talent or breeding. I had wealth and didn’t need to work but I had no family and no friends that would notice my absence. I had been a loner for most of my life and but for my interaction with Pit, I had made little contact with others aside from what was necessary. I was frightened at the thought of my having to approach others as described in this book, but as I turned away towards the door a soft breeze flowed over my face, rejuvenating my spirit, giving me confidence. My mind was in a whirl as I tried to comprehend what was happening.

As I left the room the candles went out as if they had never been lit. Pitt was waiting outside only now he was dressed entirely in white with a gold band about his head. He was on one knee with his head lowered. “As before, Master Pi, I am your humble servant.”

It is hard to describe the months that followed. It was a year of magical thinking. Pit was there to guide me in all things, though he never entered the room of tapestries. This became the room where I slept and where I spent hours studying the text of the great book. I did away with my fine tailored suit and each day wore a different colored garment from the main room. Often the Pegasus would come to visit and I was taken to meet the other creatures depicted on the walls as well. The unicorn lived behind Angel Falls and the Minotaur deep within the forest. I learned to read the stars, perform magic and speak with a stronger voice than I had ever held before. I soaked in the beauty of the land around me, drank from the babbling brook and bathed in the waterfall. Though I had all the comforts one could wish for in the other world, I found none as fulfilling as what I encountered in this mystical place.

I learned that the unicorn directed the young mermaids who lived in the deep pool beneath the falls to catch the endless supply of fish sent to the known world’s kitchen. The Minotaur led the wood nymphs in hunting pheasants, rabbits, and an occasional deer. The Pegasus was the eyes and ears of the valley and guided the hundreds of fairies in this land to gather all varieties of fruit. The only creature I had yet to meet was the dragon.

There lay a small lake beyond the ruins. Every morning a small boat would cross its crystal blue surface and a small figure would emerge. He was a tattered looking man, all bent over from age and a deformed back. They called him Mr. Waggle and he walked slowly with his head bent down. Each day I would greet him.

“Good morrow Mr. Waggle”. But he never spoke. He would just lift his head and flash a toothless grin and reply with a high pitched cackle followed by two short snorts.

The old man never broke his pace until he reached the opening to the ruins. He would set down a slab of goat cheese on the bench outside, pick up his hoe and head to a small garden west of the ruins. He never stopped his work until the sun was high above us, then he would sit on a large boulder and pull one biscuit and a small bladder of water from his pouch. Daily I would try to offer him more.

“Wouldn’t you like some fresh bread and some of your own cheese, Mr. Waggle?” He never looked up. “How about some luscious fruit or something from your garden?” There was never any response. He just nibbled away at his biscuit and took a few sips from his vesica. It was as if he didn’t see or hear me though I knew that he did.

A few hours before sunset he would lay his hoe against the ruins and make the slow journey back to his boat. I would call out ,“Good night to you, Mr. Waggle.”

“Cackle, snort, snort,” was his only reply. I never saw him take the food I offered. It would remain were I left it as I watched him paddle off in his boat. Yet every time I returned past the garden it was mysteriously gone.

I tried to visit the old man at his cabin a few times. Outside his small abode was a pen holding six goats, a neatly stacked woodpile, and a single rose bush surrounded by stones. I would knock loudly upon his door and call out to him but he never answered. Yet from within I could hear him, “Cackle, snort, snort.”

Each day Pit would arrive early with a basket of food and take his meals with me. I was thankful for his company and found him wise beyond his years. But he was very secretive about his time away from me and never took me to where he lived. I tried to follow him once but found myself lost and had to rely on following a yellow bird to find my way home.

One day I tried to press the issue. “Why is it you will not show me where you live, Pit?”

“It would serve no purpose and you would be unable to reach my home.” He leaned back in his chair and took a large bite from his apple.

“You think me too old to make the journey?”

“Not too old, just incapable.”

“Then I shall have to follow you and prove you wrong.”

The young boy laughed. “You tried that once, remember? I believe you found yourself lost for some time.”

“How did you know that?” My curiosity was peaked even more.

“A little bird told me.” He stood up and began clearing the table.

“And as your master, what if I was to demand you show me?” I spoke teasingly.

Pit took on a serious face as he turned towards me. “Of all that you request of me I shall do my best to comply, Master Pi. But of this I can not oblige you.”

“Then can you tell me why you call me Master Pi. Why can’t you call me by my given name?”

A gentle look crossed his face. “What is your given name?”

“My name is…” a strange sensation ran through me as I struggled to remember my name. Nothing came to my mind but Master Pi.

“Fret not, milord. You will know what you need to. All else will come in due time.”

That night I watched him walk off towards the forest. I started to turn and go inside as he disappeared behind a row of bushes. But glancing back for an instant I saw a small yellow bird fly up above the trees and out of sight.

For the first six months my routine had been the same. I awoke at sunrise, bathed and had breakfast with Pit. In the mornings he would help me practice my magic and later to make medicines from herbs brought by the brownies. These were sturdy beings for their size and managed to stay hidden the first two months of my stay. I remember well the first day they let themselves be seen. Pit had called me outside and stood in the center of a large stone circle that had not been there the night before.

“Good morning Master Pi. I have a surprise for you today.”

“I see. That is a very nice circle, Pit, but what is it for?”

The lad grinned then turned his back to me and placed his hands outstretched to his side. “Ockna beta femin loch. Dol dici muta fellada com.” He turn towards me and repeated the words again. To my surprise the small beings began to emerge from every bush, object, flower, and large stone about us. Cautiously they moved towards Pit and took their place standing on one of the stones surrounding him. There was a stone for each brownie. And when Pit gave the command… “Bucha tay”… they all turned to face me. They all dressed as woodsmen might and had hair the color of a pumpkin. Suddenly a brownie with a long beard to match his hair moved out from behind me.

“Acha tieman poucha.” The little man faced me with his feet firmly planted and his hands behind his back. Unlike the others he seemed to have an air of confidence that led me to believe he was in charge. I looked to Pit.

“He has greeted you and says they are here to serve.” Pit slowly put his hands down to his side. “This is Brundal. The others take their orders from him.

“I see, but why are they here?”

“As he said, to serve. These are the plant gatherers, the soldiers are still standing guard as they have been since you arrived.”

“How is it I’ve never seen them until now?”

“You weren’t meant to. They have reason to fear man. They needed to be reassured you were the new Pi before showing themselves.”

“The new Pi? But I’m…” Again I could not remember my name.

“Yes, the new Pi.” Pit clapped his hands together. “Omma keecha kan” Suddenly the brownies disappeared much faster than they arrived except for Brundal. He gave a loud “Humf” and strode off casually into the woods.

Pit stepped outside the circle and moved towards me. “Today you will begin your apothecary training. They will bring you the materials you need. Your equipment is inside and I will have it set up for you by lunchtime. Meanwhile you have more reading to do.” So began my newest endeavor.

From that point on I only saw the brownies in the late afternoon, just after Mr. Waggle would depart. They would come with armfuls of herbs and berries, special barks and mushrooms. They would lay them out neatly within the stone circle then quietly disappear into the woods. Brundal would remain behind until all were out of sight and give his usual “Humf” before striding off behind them.

Our afternoons were spent in a more playful way. Pit would engage me in swordplay with sticks, entice me to dance foolishly about, and we would recite poetry to each other. Sometimes we would don the more fanciful garb from the trunks and act out a play. He also coaxed me into singing on occasion, something that surprised me as I had never been able to carry a tune and now I sang in a lush baritone voice.

In the evening Pit would tidy the ruins while I studied the great book and then we would take a late supper under the stars. When our bellies were full we would lay down on the soft moss near the falls to gaze into the heavens and tell tales. In time he began to speak more of the previous Pi.

I learned that Master Pi had been a wealthy but lonely man as was I. His life was empty and void of all feeling for those about him. Yet he felt great sadness for those outside his small circle who suffered because of their circumstance. He yearned to help them but didn’t know how and was recruited in much the same manner as was I.

“Pit, I’m still struggling to comprehend why you picked me.”

Pit continued to gaze at the big dipper. “I didn’t choose you. You were chosen by many.”

“I don’t understand.”

“From the time a new Pi arrives I am already in search for the next one. I’ve observed many during my visits to the outer world. You kept appearing in my dreams and after awhile I began following you.”

“You were following me?” This came as quite a surprise as I had never seen the lad until that day he introduced himself.

“Forgive me Master Pi, but it was necessary. I needed to know if you were the one. I had to take information back to the others before the choice could be made.” Pit didn’t look at me but traced the constellation in the air with his finger.

“The others?”

“Yes, all that you have met here. They all agreed that you were the best choice.”

I rolled to my side and looked at the young boy lying next to me. “So just how long had you been following me?”

“Since you were a boy.”

“But how can that be? You’re scarcely 12 yourself and I’m 36.

Pit gave out a small chuckle. “I’m far older than that.”

The wheels in my brain began spinning rapidly. “I’m not the second Pi am I?”

“No. There have been many before you. The great book speaks of the first Pi who lived hundreds of years ago. I was with him from the beginning. He is the one who wrote the great book.”

Often, during my stay, I have felt I was living in a dream that I could not wake from, nor did I want to wake from it. There was so much mysticism and magic about me that I learned not to doubt that which came to me. But I was still filled with curiosity. “I think I understand how those who followed found themselves here but how did the first Pi arrive?”

Pit sat up and faced me. The first Master Pi was a brilliant physician, wealthy, alone, lost in a world he didn’t feel a part of. He was a good man but with no family or friends. The street where you and I met was mere fields of grass back then. One night he was tending to a dying boy. He had found him in the street during a rainstorm, beaten and starving. The boy had developed pneumonia and was barely conscious. When he was he would cling to the doctor’s arm and call out “Pi…Pi”. Pit paused and ran his fingers over the moss.

“What happened to the boy?”

“He didn’t make it through the night. The next day the authorities found his family and brought them to his home. They were a poor family. The father was a drunkard who beat his wife and son often. That night he had cast the boy out into the storm for spilling a glass of milk. The mother cried inconsolably as the authorities took her son away. The doctor was at a loss as to how to comfort her and chastise the father. He stood helpless in his doorway as the mother was dragged into the street by her husband and pushed violently until they were out of sight.”

I hung my head. I have known that feeling of helplessness. I was privileged to have all the education a person could want, yet unable to make a difference in the world. “What happened after that?”

“The good doctor was the only one besides the boy’s mother and two gravediggers to witness the boy being placed in a potter’s grave. He watched the mother grieve for her loss. He ached inside as the men finally pulled her from his resting place and forced her to leave.” Pit picked a small flower and gently ran his fingers over its petals. “Life is so fragile for some, even for those who seem to have everything. The doctor was overwrought with what had taken place. He became a recluse, gave up his practice to the wealthy, let all his servants go, and hid within his big house with the curtains drawn. He held a fortune but lived on what he found in the root cellar and wine room. He ventured out only now and then to buy bread and cheese. He would sit in the chair next to the bed where he had attended the boy, rocking, whimpering, and drinking. He could not get the boy’s face out of his mind.”

A slight flush came over Pit’s face as he spoke those last words. “You are that boy, aren’t you?”

Pit smiled. “No, I just have his face.”

“So, how did the doctor… Pi end up here?”

“The doctor had changed so much in appearance that no one would have recognized him. On one of his rare trips to the market he stumbled and fell. He sat up against a wall to rest and heard voices from a couple standing nearby. An elderly man was urging a young woman to get into a coach and leave. The woman’s voice sounded familiar and he strained to see her face. Then he heard her speak, ’But Pi-paw, I can’t leave my child alone with no one to visit him.’ The old man replied, ‘If you don’t leave now you will not be able to visit him but find yourself joining him before it is your time. I promise I’ll visit him every day.’ The coach moved forward a few feet and he finally saw her face. It was the mother of the child he had tended to and the right side of her face was bruised considerably. He listened as the man convinced the woman to leave and learned that Pi-paw was the boy’s grandfather.”

“So the boy had been trying to call out his grandfather’s name.” The origin of my new name was becoming more clear.

“Yes. The doctor sat curled up against the wall as the coach pulled away then noticed the old man coming towards him. He asked the doctor if he was alright and helped him to his feet. He then reached into his tattered coat and pulled out what little money he had and stuffed it into the doctor’s pocket. ‘I’m sorry this isn’t much but it may help you buy something to eat.’ The doctor could not bring himself to speak. He stood motionless as the grandfather walked away. After a few moments he followed the old man at a distance. He watched the man keep his word and visit his grandson’s grave every morning and toil away at a laborious job each day. He hid outside his home at night and watched him through the window as he took meager meals and spent what little he could save to send letters and money to his daughter. He observed him helping others less fortunate than himself and find time each afternoon to tell stories to the children who lived nearby. The doctor did not eat or sleep for several days. He never returned home and wept each night for not being more like the grandfather.”

Pit stood up and looked off into the distance. I joined him and we began walking towards the falls. “One night he watched a woman rush to the old man’s door with a baby in her arms. The infant was ill and burning up. The old man let her in and tended to the child with the calm of a man who had done this before, all the while reassuring the frightened mother. By midnight the girl child was better and the mother lay next to her on his bed, with the old man watching over them. The doctor was so entranced with what had been happening that he didn’t realize a storm had set in until he was drenched and lighting struck. It was so much like the night the young boy had died that he went mad and began running.”

We passed the falls and headed up the long slope that I had come down when I first arrived. It struck me for the first time that I had not gone up this hill since I arrived. It felt odd to me, as if I were teetering on a dangerous fence.

Pit continued his tale. “The doctor ran blindly through the night with no direction or purpose in mind. He stumbled many times and cut himself in various places. You have probably heard tales of our kind in the outer world and it is true. Every so often a few of us will venture out for a time, which can be quite awhile by your standards. That night the doctor stumbled through our passage.” We were now a few feet from where I had entered this world. “We found him here, unconscious. We crafted a stretcher to move him and with help from the unicorn and Pegasus we transported him to the old ruins. There we nursed him back to health; however he remained solemn and unaware of where he was.”

“He wasn’t surprised to see fairies, and brownies running about?”

“At first we remained hidden once he became conscious and more lucid. Eventually I came forward and in time he was introduced to the others.”

“Wasn’t he shocked to see you?”

“Aye, quite shocked at first. But he began to come around when he saw me moving about full of life and living a good life. Yet it wasn’t until the black night that he began to change.”

“The black night?”

“There were three other times that someone had stumbled into our realm. The first two were innocents who were easily guided out without knowing we were helping them. The last was an evil man who took up residence within the forest. We hid as best we could but he blundered about stomping on our homes, polluting the water, and killing the animals, leaving them to waste. On what we call the black night there was no moon. We had become prisoners to the night and did not venture from our homes after dark. That day a young fairy had traveled too deep into the forest to make it home before nightfall. Fearing the others would worry she attempted to fly past the sleeping man, but he awoke and grabbed her, thinking she was a firefly. When she cried out he saw what he had and dangled her by her feet, poking her sharply with his dirty finger and pulling at her wings. He seemed to take delight in torturing her.”

By now we had returned past the falls and were nearly to the old ruins. Pit paused and pointed to a small grove of trees near the edge of the forest. “It was there that our nightmare began. The brownies had heard her cries and rushed to the grove. They used whatever they could to fight off the man, climbing up his coat tails to jab his face with twigs, biting into his ankles, and shooting pebbles at his eyes with sling shots. But they were no match for him. Many were mashed beneath his feet, others flung to their death, and some crushed by his huge hands. He reached for a large sack and began stuffing brownies inside as if he were gathering berries, women and children alike.”

Pit grew silent as he starred off towards the lake. It was the first time I had seen any sadness in the boys face. He was always smiling and it was hard to see the pain in his face.

“The cries of the dying filled the night air. Much of the damage was done before I could get here. The wailing brought Mr. Waggle from his home and to our shore. Until now he didn’t know the old man existed. I still don’t understand why but the man ran down to meet the old man and began pummeling him with a large stick, all the while swinging the bag of captives over his head.

“I now understand why the brownies fear man. But where was the doctor when all this was going on?” I began to wonder why the intruder had not invaded the ruins.

“He would sometimes wonder off aimlessly and just sleep wherever he was. He did so more often while the man was held up in the grove. He was not one for confrontation and said nothing when the man stole his food or rummaged through the ruins. Our friend the skunk put an end to that by leaving his mark one day. Besides, it was easier for the doctor to keep our secret if he were away. However, he also heard the cries from far off and came as fast as he was able. He managed to arrive in time to pull the man off before he beat Mr. Waggle to death. He fought him as best he could but it was the unicorn and Pegasus that finally brought an end to the battle. Together they trampled the man to death as the doctor rescued those who had been held captive.”

There was a long silence before Pit spoke again. Then we moved to sit by the lake. Looking out over the calm water with the moon reflecting on its surface, its hard to imagine such devastation had taken place there. A slight smile came to Pit as we watched a group of fairies flying home in the distance. I waited patiently for him to continue.

Pit picked up a stick and began drawing a small bird in the sand. “Many died that night and I lost someone I cared for deeply. “

“I’m so sorry, for you and for all that have been so kind to me. It was a terrible tragedy.” I placed my hand on Pit’s back for a moment. “What did you do with the intruder?”

“Darcona arrived.”

“Darcona, who is that?” My curiosity was again peaked.

“The Great One, the dragon of deliverance.” Pit’s voice was one of reverence. “He comes but once a year to bring blessing to our realm and vow again to protect us. This time he was too late. At first he eyed the doctor as the villain in this scene, but when I stood between them, Darcona stepped back. I related the events as I knew them as the great dragon pulled up to his full height. When I was finished, he let loose his flame upon the body of the dead man, burning flesh and bones alike to dust. Then he called upon the four winds to carry the remains far from our valley.” Pit paused for a moment. “He bid me to climb upon his back and we took flight. As we flew from the portal to the lake and back again I told him the story of the doctor and how he had fought so bravely for us. Three days later I was summoned to his lair where he told me his plans for the good doctor.”

“And what were his plans?” I was entranced with Pit’s tale.

Pit turned and smiled at me. “Much the same as what you have been through, but with less detail and organization. Those were my little touches that truly brought Pi to life.”

“Will I ever meet Darcona?” I felt both excitement and fear of the possibility.

Pit looked to the sparkling sky. “When you see his formed outlined in the stars, you’ll know he will come.”

I began to look at the stars as I never had before. “I would be most honored to meet the great dragon.”
Pit rested his head on his knees. “It took a long time for us to heal. The doctor tended to our wounded as we who survived laid our loved ones to rest. He carried Mr. Waggle to his home and sat with him each night until he was well again. He taught the brownies about medicine and how to defend themselves. He brought comfort to all of us and in time brought laughter to the children. In turn we gave him a reason for living and helped him carry out his new dreams. He gave us purpose as well. From time to time he went to the outer world and brought back most of what you see within the ruins. Soon he was going back for longer periods of time.”

“Did he return to practice medicine again?”

“Not exactly, he said that in us he saw that joy and the giving of self is the best medicine there is and the medical form is only secondary. On one of his visits he met a troupe of gypsies that brought joy to those less fortunate. Over the next few years his dream took form and his fortune was used to help many. Dracona had seen this gift in him early and guided me to help guide the doctor. He took the stage name of Master Pi and performed magic for the poor. We began supplying him with food to feed the hungry and medicine to heal the sick. When the outer world was moving closer to ours he built his home to hide our entrance and prevent any others to come uninvited.”

“He sounds like an extraordinary man. I could never live up to such expectations.” This realization frightened me and I believe Pit sensed this.

“Ah, but you will. You are well on your way Master.” How odd it seemed to hear the word master come from Pit’s lips after listening to him share his story. How was it he could be so old and wise yet look like such a young boy?

“I must leave you now for the hour is long past what I am use to. You have learned much tonight but I will share with you again soon.” Pit looked at me with reassuring eyes.

“Indeed. Good night Pit.” He rose and I heard him walking behind me. Then I heard a flittering sound. I turned to find him vanished but noted a spot of yellow floating up over the trees.

After that night each month brought something new. At times the wood nymphs would come dine with us or the fairies would entertain us with a dance beneath the stars. One day the Pegasus came and took me on a flight over the land while Pit rode the unicorn and waved at us from below. In time the brownies would stay and visit. Sometimes they would run races or practice for battle in our presence. A few would stop in now and then to tell me what I was doing wrong in preparing the many medicines I was learning. Even Brundle quit saying ‘humph’ and would give me a wink now and then. The only thing that didn’t change was Mr. Waggle. Each morning he would meet my greeting with his ‘cackle, snort, snort. And every evening he responded in the same fashion.

Then one evening I returned from a late swim to find a fire built in front of the ruins. Pit was standing next to it grinning from ear to ear. “What is this Pit? Are we having roasted Pi tonight?”

“No Master, not roasted, but we are having Pi.” His mischievous grin had me puzzled. He followed me into the ruins where he had laid out several colorful costumes. A small stand supporting a large box stood near the table. It was open and displaying all the mixtures and instruments I used to practice the magic he had taught me. Pit lifted up a colorful robe for me to put on. “Dress quickly, Master. We haven’t much time.”

“What have we not time for?” Pit did not answer but bowed before walking away, still supporting his mischievous grin.

It was one year to the date that I entered this land. I was dressed and sitting patiently by candlelight when Pit came to me. He was dressed in bright yellow and red, sporting a most decorative turban. “It is time Master Pi.”

“Time?” I began to feel nervous.

“Yes. You must take your place in the outer realm soon.” He smiled as he noticed the disappointment in my face. “Fear not, milord, you have a few hours before you depart. He led me outside and down to the lake where a huge fire was burning. Around it sat every creature of the valley I had come to know. The Pegasus and Unicorn stood gracefully behind the fairies. The mermaids, who were seldom seen, splashed playfully near the bank. Even the Minotaur pawed the earth majestically as I took my place near the fire.

Pit did not give me time to ask questions. He set up my magic box that he had carried out with him and faced our audience. “Gentle creatures of our great valley, I welcome thee. You have all seen the sign and know that it is time for Master Pi to leave us. Tonight he will share with us what he has learned and let you be the judge as to whether he is fit to carry his name into the outer world.”

There was much cheering and applause as Pit took my arm and led me to the center of the circle. “Good Master, we entreat you to dazzle us with your magic and wit. Share with us the wisdom you have gained and tempt us with tales of delight. Show us that you are truly ready to take the title of ‘Master Pi’ forever and always.”

My heart was in my throat as I looked over the sea of faces waiting in anticipation. I stuttered as I began to speak and fumbled with my props at first. Then I realized, these were the faces of those I had come to call family. I had never been as close to humans as I had become with these wonderful creatures before me. In no time I was performing tricks of magic and telling jokes to make them laugh. I danced to the music of fairy wings fluttering and told stories that had them mesmerized. And as I sang a song of my love for them the air grew silent, remaining so long after I finished as each creature wiped a tear from their eye.

Pit stood next to me, his face gleaming with the pride he had at my accomplishment. “Look to the sky, Master Pi.” I did so and saw the stars outlining the form of a dragon rampant. From below their brilliance a form appeared, flying towards us. My heart beat faster as it came closer and landed gracefully near me. It was Dracona, a most magnificent creature that took your breath away.

A loud whisper waved through those gathering and when all was silent once more, the great dragon spoke. “You have done well, Master Pi. You have earned your title and I know you will carry it proudly. It is time for you to see for yourself.” With that he leaned down and gazed into my eyes. In his I saw the reflection of myself fast forwarding through time from whence I was a child and in particularly in my advancements in this wondrous land. Then he turned and blew huge flames into the air, which changed and fell over us all as stardust. As those gathered giggled and cheered, the regal creature bowed to me then took flight. The cheering continued until he was out of sight and then one by one, each creature gathered lay a brilliant green stone at my feet for luck before disappearing into the night.

When the last of my family moved from sight, Pit turned to me. He must have seen the worry in my face and set to reassure me. “Fear not, Master Pi.You will still enjoy numerous nights with us and joyful hours at your leisure. But now it is time for you to share your gifts with the outer world.” He said no more but led me to the place where we first entered this glorious land. It was strange as we had come by this spot many times but the door had disappeared and now it was once more standing. As we passed into the Glass Castle the large dog who once growled at me reached up and licked my hand. The candles were still lit and seemed not to have burned down an inch.

As much as I had become accustomed to the mystic realm and the strange magic that took place within, I was still in awe of what happened next. As Pit opened the door to the outer world I heard music playing. I stood in the doorway and watched as the Dance Macabre moved pass me, carrying the coffin of the previous Pi. I turned to speak to Pit but he had disappeared. In his place was a little yellow bird that took flight through the open door. I took a step into the street and looked up. There was my little friend, waving at me from near the lamppost where we first met. Next to him was a vision of myself as I once was and as I crossed the cobblestone street, I watched my image fade before me. I had been transported back to the very day I first met Pit.

Many years have passed since then. Pit and I have performed in hundreds of theatres and street corners. We’ve brought smiles to small children and laughter from the coldest of hearts. We’ve caused lovers to swoon and the lonely to feel comfort. We’ve brought cheer to kings and beggars alike. We’ve shared our knowledge of the stars with wise men and gentle folk of all walks of life. We’ve told tales to intrigue any man and sang songs to make them dance. We’ve fed the hungry and tended to the sick.

I tell you this tale now for I have become an old man and my time is near an end. Pit has remained forever young and waits in his corner for my passing, ready to engage my replacement. Fear not if you be a solitary soul for if he should approach he will open a world like none you’ve ever known and bring from you the best that you didn’t know you had. Look at my face well, for if you see it pass before you, laid out in a wooden bed, carried by skeletal forms, you will know you are the chosen one.

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[Guest_Cathy_*]

Hi Jackie!

I remember this one! I love the fantasy world you have created and the way you've woven it into the real world.


Beyond Expectations
By Jaclynn A. Huntington
07-21-07

“Oyes! You there, comes this way.” The rummy voice came from the shadows where I could barely make out the form of a boy. I turned, took a step forward, and then paused, straining my eyes to see the lad better. “Aye, govna, over here!” A long weedy arm was motioning me to come closer.

I wonder if you should take a paragraph to explain a bit about the man that the boy is speaking to? Just a short background to give the reader an idea of who and what this guy is before he becomes the 'Master'. And I'm not so sure that I would walk into the shadows to see who was talking to me either. LOL Would you? If the man feels something drawing him in to see who the voice belongs to maybe you could develop the emotions that he's feeling that compels him forward into what could be possible danger.

I worked my way past several people moving along the cobblestone street. A coach passed by and for a moment I lost sight of the lad but as I reached the other side of the street and stood by the lamp post he reappeared. On closer inspection I saw he was no more than an urchin, complete with matted hair, worn-out shoes, oversized clothes, and in great need of a bath. He appeared to be around twelve years young but his eyes revealed that much had taken place in his life, leaving him wiser beyond his years. “What is it you want, boy?”

You indicate many people which would probably mean some conversation as they pass each other and coupled with a coach rolling by on cobblestone streets wouldn't it be a bit noisy to hear a 'rummy voice' from across the street?

Quickly removing his cap and holding it in front of him, the lad bent his head slightly as he stood before me. “Ya has a kind face, ya does govna. Could ya spare a sixpence or two for a poor orphan who hasn’t had a bite to eat in days?” The boy looked so undernourished that I began reaching into my pocket for a coin. But I stopped when I noticed his bulging pocket and the glimmer of gold peeking through the hole in his coat. He remained patiently in a submissive posture waiting for me to give him money. Instead of currency, I pulled my gloves from my pocket and began putting them on as I walked away from the boy.

Should 'undernourished' and 'empty handed' below be hyphenated? Does 'govna' have an apostrophe after the 'v'?

The child moved quickly to follow me. “Now govna, you wouldn’t let a poor child go away empty handed would ya?”

I paused and pointed my walking stick at the hole in his pocket. “Very well, I’ll give you some advice. I suggest you repair your garment before you loose lose what fortune you have. I don’t make it a habit of giving money to obvious tricksters.”

The lad’s voice changed from sweet innocence to the street-wise slang of his habitat. “Ah now govna, you can’t blame a soul fer tryin. Taday may be a good one but tamarra I could go home empty handed.” He looked up to me with large eyes that {held a} twinkled and a grin that made him rather charming[.] {in a sense.} In fact he had a fistful of charms as he waved his cap and bowed to me most graciously. “Pitney James Kingsley at yer service, but me friends just calls me Pit”.

I couldn’t resist conversing with the lad as he flashed a cheery grin my way. “Just what sort of service do you provide, Mr. Pit?”

'flashed me a disarming look' or some such. You've used 'grin' a couple of lines above.

“I be anything ya needs, govna, errand boy, guide, or valet. I’ve even been known to cook a breakfast fit for a king and I knows how ta…”

My attentions were diverted from the boy as a Danse Macabre turned onto the street. We watched in silence as the procession of skeletal figures playing instruments preceded towards a house across from us. An open wood coffin was brought out and the figures moved to surround it before continuing their advancement. Inside was laid a man of considerable years dressed in a bright red and black costume trimmed in gold. As they neared the end of the street the boy spoke again.

Ooooh! Do they really leave the coffins open when they bring them outside?

“I sees a look of puzzlement on ya, govna.” My attention returned to the lad whose eyes were lit up with anticipation.

“Do you know who that man was?”

“Aye, he was a particular favorite of mine.” The boy put his hat on and grabbed my hand. “Come on, govna. I’ll be yer guide into the Glass Castle.” I was indeed curious so let the boy lead me into the house where the body had been brought from.

Not many people would go into a strange house with a total stranger. Here again, I think you could play up the emotions that must be steaming around inside this man. Give some attention to a connection that he might feel towards the lad even though he'd never met him before today.

I was amazed as I entered the large room filled with glass objects of every sort, reaching from {the} floor to {the} ceiling. The places Every place in between were was filled with candles that reflected off the glass to cast dancing shadows about the room. I stood speechless but the boy seemed right at home. “This here be the home of Thadius Pi Ripple, Esquire, but he let me call him Mr. Pi. He be an important man on the stage, at least he was.”

“Are you sure we should be in here Pit?” I had a feeling of being on sacred ground which made me a little uneasy.

If you decide to play up a connection to the boy which would somewhat explain his willingness to follow him around maybe here you could say something like 'I had a feeling of being on sacred ground and yet a sense of belonging as well.'

“No problem, govna. I practically live here meself most of the time.” He paused to readjust his cap then led me forward.

We moved into another room which I assumed was the kitchen. 'We moved into the kitchen'. From your description it's obvious it's the kitchen so I wouldn't used 'assumed'...On one side of the room stood a dozen or so large baskets of fresh fruits and vegetables. On the wall hung several shelves filled with freshly baked bread and from the ceiling hung poultry and other wild game. On the other side of the room was a long table, a cook stove, above which hung many pots and pans, and a large rack of spices. The table was laden with small baskets filled with various food items, carefully covered with white cloth. It the corner was a pile of wooden crates, sacks of various grains, and several small cloth bags of beens, tea, and other staples.

I followed Pit as he moved to the far end of the room where a large black dog stood. Next to him was a doorway covered by a bright red curtain. The dog growled fiercely as we approached then lay down submissively as the boy reached into a pouch hanging from his belt.

“What are you doing?”

“Feeding the monster.” Pit fed the dog a biscuit and let it lick his fingers.

“He hardly looks like a monster to me.”

“Naaa… govna, his name is Monster. Ya hast to feed him if ya wants to go through.” The boy rubbed the dog[']s neck before holding back the curtain and gesturing for me to follow.

I thought I was sleep-walking when I suddenly found myself in another world filled with lush green trees and vegetation. Beautiful birds of every color flew above us, a mother deer and her fawn stood drinking from a babbling brook, and the air was filled with a sweet aroma that left me feeling I was stumbling on contentment. Pit began running down a path lined with white lilies. “Come on, govna, its just past Angel Falls.”

'Stumbling' doesn't seem to fit IMO. Maybe something like... 'left me feeling embraced by contentment.'

“What is?” I had to walk fast to catch up to the lad. Pit seemed to come to life in this surrounding. His face held a healthy glow and he suddenly appeared clean and well groomed. He didn’t reply as we moved past the waterfall, which cast a refreshing mist around us. Bright blue butterflies fluttered above us.

Have you ever seen a mist that just hangs in the air? It doesn't fall like rain and doesn't evaporate... it's just there? I'd like to see some mention like that here, hopefully making it seem more mysterious. Maybe incorporate a rainbow that streams through the mist as well.

Soon we came to a long winding cobblestone path that led down a steep slope into a rich valley. Pit pointed to a tumbled-down structure... {at the bottom.} “We’re headin to the ruins govna.” I struggled to keep up with Pit and was out of breath before we reached the bottom[.] {of the rather steep path.} We were almost to the ruins when I looked up and saw a Pegasus descending here you might add some description of the skies from which he's descending. I found myself frozen here you might use 'awed' or 'awestruck' or something of the sort rather than 'frozen'.as Pit ran up to greet the creature. This was a form from fairy tales and I began to wonder if I had been lost in a dream all this time.

Pitt stepped back and with a wide grin watched as the Pegasus ambled towards me. He lifted his head, sniffed me a few times and then I felt his hot breath on my face as he breathed out slowly. Suddenly he reared up, whinnied, and then pranced back to Pitt. It was almost as if he was whispering in the boy’s ear before he galloped off and again took to the sky.

“This way, govna.” Pitt motioned me to follow him again and we entered the old ruins. Once more I was taken back by what I saw. Never before had I seen such an array of brightly colored costumes. I viewed painted scenery in various half-built rooms and small boxes of glistening jewelry. There were stacks of books in every corner and tables strewn with objects only a chemist could appreciate. Each room was more astounding than the previous. A large globe sat in one room with a mechanical system of planets moving above it. In another stood a table with a crystal ball and astrology symbols on all the standing walls. Each room was in someway opened to the large center room but one. Pit had been talking non-stop as we passed through each room, describing every item in its origin and usefulness. I grew more curious as the boy led me to the enclosed room.

It's descriptions like that above that give you a sense of the man who just passed... giving a bit of insight into the kind of person this man with Pit is. Good addition!

Pitt stopped at the doorway and I was taken back as his expression changed and he began to speak perfect English. “Good sir, I beg you forgive any deceit shown in my bringing you here. I have known who you are but please do not speak your name.” He opened the heavy wooden door and stepped aside. “You must enter this room alone. I know you have many questions but I assure you the answers lie within.”

I don't understand the reason for... 'but please do not speak your name.' You haven't indicated in any way that he was about to speak at all, let alone mention his name.

I began to speak but Pit put his finger to his lips to silence me and as I passed him, he lowered his head as if bowing to me reverently. The room was dark and I heard the door close behind me. Suddenly the room was lit by dozens of candles that took life on their own. This room was not nearly as brightly colored as the others but the walls were lined with fine tapestries of every mystical creature known to man. The largest of these were a unicorn, a Minotaur, and of course the Pegasus. And there was one that took up an entire wall, which depicted a most fearsome looking dragon. The room was nearly empty but for a small cot and side table. In front of the dragon tapestry stood a large podium with an extremely thick book sitting upon it.

I moved to inspect the book. It held no title but a strange symbol on the cover. I began turning each fragile page with care, my eyes soaking in every word. The first three pages spoke of a man who reached out to bring joy to many through theatrics and magic, of a mysterious power that protects this room, and of how the contents of this book would change the life of the reader forever. As I read I realized this was the life of Pi, the man I had seen in the dance of death. The following pages listed 1776 challenges, quests if you will. Each held an element of mystery, magic, and an enticement to learn more. The last page of the chapter surprised me the most for as I read it stated that he who reads this book would become the new master. Below the long passage of how this was to be I saw my name written out in my own handwriting and as I stared in amazement, the scripted name changed to that of the man who had been carried off in his coffin. It was then that I realized I was to be the new Pi. I was the chosen one.

Shouldn't this be the other way round? At first it's the name of the man who passed and as you watch amazed the name changes to your own? Then comes the realization of who you are to be.

I wondered how it was that I was brought here as I had been no one of any particular talent or breeding. I had wealth and didn’t need to work but I had no family and no friends that would notice my absence. I had been a loner for most of my life and but for my interaction with Pit, I had made little contact with others aside from what was necessary. I was frightened at the thought of my having to approach others as described in this book, but as I turned {away} towards the door a soft breeze flowed over my face, rejuvenating my spirit, giving me confidence. My mind was in a whirl as I tried to comprehend what was happening. Maybe end the paragraph with 'The candles went out, leaving no apparent scent, as if they'd never been lit.' Then omit that line from the next paragraph and begin it with 'Pitt was waiting outside...'

The story has me mesmerized! LOL I'm going to take a bit of a break but I'll be back to finish up. I'll just use the edit button instead of adding another post so you will find the rest of my suggestions and comments in this same post. See you soon!

Cathy

As I left the room the candles went out as if they had never been lit. Pitt was waiting outside only now he was dressed entirely in white with a gold band about his head. He was on one knee with his head lowered. “As before, Master Pi, I am your humble servant.”


It is hard to describe the months that followed. It was a year of magical thinking. Pit was there to guide me in all things, though he never entered the room of tapestries. This became the room where I slept and where I spent hours studying the text of the great book. I did away with my fine tailored suit and each day wore a different colored garment from the main room. Often the Pegasus would come to visit and I was taken to meet the other creatures depicted on the walls as well. The unicorn lived behind Angel Falls and the Minotaur deep within the forest. I learned to read the stars, perform magic and speak with a stronger voice than I had ever held before. I soaked in the beauty of the land around me, drank from the babbling brook and bathed in the waterfall. Though I had all the comforts one could wish for in the other world, I found none as fulfilling as what I encountered in this mystical place.

I learned that the unicorn directed the young mermaids who lived in the deep pool beneath the falls to catch the endless supply of fish sent to the known world’s kitchen. The Minotaur led the wood nymphs in hunting pheasants, rabbits, and an occasional deer. The Pegasus was the eyes and ears of the valley and guided the hundreds of fairies in this land to gather all varieties of fruit. The only creature I had yet to meet was the dragon.

There lay a small lake beyond the ruins. Every morning a small boat would cross its crystal blue surface and a small figure would emerge. He was a tattered looking man, all bent over from age and a deformed back. They called him Mr. Waggle and he walked slowly with his head bent down. Each day I would greet him.

“Good morrow Mr. Waggle”. But he never spoke. He would just lift his head and flash a toothless grin and reply with a high pitched cackle followed by two short snorts.

The old man never broke his pace until he reached the opening to the ruins. He would set down a slab of goat cheese on the bench outside, pick up his hoe and head to a small garden west of the ruins. He never stopped his work until the sun was high above us, then he would sit on a large boulder and pull one biscuit and a small bladder of water from his pouch. Daily I would try to offer him more.

“Wouldn’t you like some fresh bread and some of your own cheese, Mr. Waggle?” He never looked up. “How about some luscious fruit or something from your garden?” There was never any response. He just nibbled away at his biscuit and took a few sips from his vesica. It was as if he didn’t see or hear me though I knew that he did.

A few hours before sunset he would lay his hoe against the ruins and make the slow journey back to his boat. I would call out ,“Good night to you, Mr. Waggle.”

“Cackle, snort, snort,” was his only reply. I never saw him take the food I offered. It would remain were I left it as I watched him paddle off in his boat. Yet every time I returned past the garden it was mysteriously gone.

I tried to visit the old man at his cabin a few times. Outside his small abode was a pen holding six goats, a neatly stacked woodpile, and a single rose bush surrounded by stones. I would knock loudly upon his door and call out to him but he never answered. Yet from within I could hear him, “Cackle, snort, snort.”

Each day Pit would arrive early with a basket of food and take his meals with me. I was thankful for his company and found him wise beyond his years. But he was very secretive about his time away from me and never took me to where he lived. I tried to follow him once but found myself lost and had to rely on following a yellow bird to find my way home.

One day I tried to press the issue. “Why is it you will not show me where you live, Pit?”

“It would serve no purpose and you would be unable to reach my home.” He leaned back in his chair and took a large bite from his apple.

“You think me too old to make the journey?”

“Not too old, just incapable.”

“Then I shall have to follow you and prove you wrong.”

The young boy laughed. “You tried that once, remember? I believe you found yourself lost for some time.”

“How did you know that?” My curiosity was peaked even more.

“A little bird told me.” He stood up and began clearing the table.

“And as your master, what if I was to demand you show me?” I spoke teasingly.

Pit took on a serious face as he turned towards me. “Of all that you request of me I shall do my best to comply, Master Pi. But of this I can not oblige you.”

“Then can you tell me why you call me Master Pi. Why can’t you call me by my given name?”

A gentle look crossed his face. “What is your given name?”

“My name is…” a strange sensation ran through me as I struggled to remember my name. Nothing came to my mind but Master Pi.

“Fret not, milord. You will know what you need to. All else will come in due time.”

That night I watched him walk off towards the forest. I started to turn and go inside as he disappeared behind a row of bushes. But glancing back for an instant I saw a small yellow bird fly up above the trees and out of sight.

For the first six months my routine had been the same. I awoke at sunrise, bathed and had breakfast with Pit. In the mornings he would help me practice my magic and later to make medicines from herbs brought by the brownies. These were sturdy beings for their size and managed to stay hidden the first two months of my stay. I remember well the first day they let themselves be seen. Pit had called me outside and stood in the center of a large stone circle that had not been there the night before.

“Good morning Master Pi. I have a surprise for you today.”

“I see. That is a very nice circle, Pit, but what is it for?”

The lad grinned then turned his back to me and placed his hands outstretched to his side. “Ockna beta femin loch. Dol dici muta fellada com.” He turn towards me and repeated the words again. To my surprise the small beings began to emerge from every bush, object, flower, and large stone about us. Cautiously they moved towards Pit and took their place standing on one of the stones surrounding him. There was a stone for each brownie. And when Pit gave the command… “Bucha tay”… they all turned to face me. They all dressed as woodsmen might and had hair the color of a pumpkin. Suddenly a brownie with a long beard to match his hair moved out from behind me.

“Acha tieman poucha.” The little man faced me with his feet firmly planted and his hands behind his back. Unlike the others he seemed to have an air of confidence that led me to believe he was in charge. I looked to Pit.

“He has greeted you and says they are here to serve.” Pit slowly put his hands down to his side. “This is Brundal. The others take their orders from him.

“I see, but why are they here?”

“As he said, to serve. These are the plant gatherers, the soldiers are still standing guard as they have been since you arrived.”

“How is it I’ve never seen them until now?”

“You weren’t meant to. They have reason to fear man. They needed to be reassured you were the new Pi before showing themselves.”

“The new Pi? But I’m…” Again I could not remember my name.

“Yes, the new Pi.” Pit clapped his hands together. “Omma keecha kan” Suddenly the brownies disappeared much faster than they arrived except for Brundal. He gave a loud “Humf” and strode off casually into the woods.

Pit stepped outside the circle and moved towards me. “Today you will begin your apothecary training. They will bring you the materials you need. Your equipment is inside and I will have it set up for you by lunchtime. Meanwhile you have more reading to do.” So began my newest endeavor.

From that point on I only saw the brownies in the late afternoon, just after Mr. Waggle would depart. They would come with armfuls of herbs and berries, special barks and mushrooms. They would lay them out neatly within the stone circle then quietly disappear into the woods. Brundal would remain behind until all were out of sight and give his usual “Humf” before striding off behind them.

Our afternoons were spent in a more playful way. Pit would engage me in swordplay with sticks, entice me to dance foolishly about, and we would recite poetry to each other. Sometimes we would don the more fanciful garb from the trunks and act out a play. He also coaxed me into singing on occasion, something that surprised me as I had never been able to carry a tune and now I sang in a lush baritone voice.

In the evening Pit would tidy the ruins while I studied the great book and then we would take a late supper under the stars. When our bellies were full we would lay down on the soft moss near the falls to gaze into the heavens and tell tales. In time he began to speak more of the previous Pi.

I learned that Master Pi had been a wealthy but lonely man as was I. His life was empty and void of all feeling for those about him. Yet he felt great sadness for those outside his small circle who suffered because of their circumstance. He yearned to help them but didn’t know how and was recruited in much the same manner as was I.

“Pit, I’m still struggling to comprehend why you picked me.”

Pit continued to gaze at the big dipper. “I didn’t choose you. You were chosen by many.”

“I don’t understand.”

“From the time a new Pi arrives I am already in search for the next one. I’ve observed many during my visits to the outer world. You kept appearing in my dreams and after awhile I began following you.”

“You were following me?” This came as quite a surprise as I had never seen the lad until that day he introduced himself.

“Forgive me Master Pi, but it was necessary. I needed to know if you were the one. I had to take information back to the others before the choice could be made.” Pit didn’t look at me but traced the constellation in the air with his finger.

“The others?”

“Yes, all that you have met here. They all agreed that you were the best choice.”

I rolled to my side and looked at the young boy lying next to me. “So just how long had you been following me?”

“Since you were a boy.”

“But how can that be? You’re scarcely 12 yourself and I’m 36.

Pit gave out a small chuckle. “I’m far older than that.”

The wheels in my brain began spinning rapidly. “I’m not the second Pi am I?”

“No. There have been many before you. The great book speaks of the first Pi who lived hundreds of years ago. I was with him from the beginning. He is the one who wrote the great book.”

Often, during my stay, I have felt I was living in a dream that I could not wake from, nor did I want to wake from it. There was so much mysticism and magic about me that I learned not to doubt that which came to me. But I was still filled with curiosity. “I think I understand how those who followed found themselves here but how did the first Pi arrive?”

Pit sat up and faced me. The first Master Pi was a brilliant physician, wealthy, alone, lost in a world he didn’t feel a part of. He was a good man but with no family or friends. The street where you and I met was mere fields of grass back then. One night he was tending to a dying boy. He had found him in the street during a rainstorm, beaten and starving. The boy had developed pneumonia and was barely conscious. When he was he would cling to the doctor’s arm and call out “Pi…Pi”. Pit paused and ran his fingers over the moss.

“What happened to the boy?”

“He didn’t make it through the night. The next day the authorities found his family and brought them to his home. They were a poor family. The father was a drunkard who beat his wife and son often. That night he had cast the boy out into the storm for spilling a glass of milk. The mother cried inconsolably as the authorities took her son away. The doctor was at a loss as to how to comfort her and chastise the father. He stood helpless in his doorway as the mother was dragged into the street by her husband and pushed violently until they were out of sight.”

I hung my head. I have known that feeling of helplessness. I was privileged to have all the education a person could want, yet unable to make a difference in the world. “What happened after that?”

“The good doctor was the only one besides the boy’s mother and two gravediggers to witness the boy being placed in a potter’s grave. He watched the mother grieve for her loss. He ached inside as the men finally pulled her from his resting place and forced her to leave.” Pit picked a small flower and gently ran his fingers over its petals. “Life is so fragile for some, even for those who seem to have everything. The doctor was overwrought with what had taken place. He became a recluse, gave up his practice to the wealthy, let all his servants go, and hid within his big house with the curtains drawn. He held a fortune but lived on what he found in the root cellar and wine room. He ventured out only now and then to buy bread and cheese. He would sit in the chair next to the bed where he had attended the boy, rocking, whimpering, and drinking. He could not get the boy’s face out of his mind.”

A slight flush came over Pit’s face as he spoke those last words. “You are that boy, aren’t you?”

Pit smiled. “No, I just have his face.”

“So, how did the doctor… Pi end up here?”

“The doctor had changed so much in appearance that no one would have recognized him. On one of his rare trips to the market he stumbled and fell. He sat up against a wall to rest and heard voices from a couple standing nearby. An elderly man was urging a young woman to get into a coach and leave. The woman’s voice sounded familiar and he strained to see her face. Then he heard her speak, ’But Pi-paw, I can’t leave my child alone with no one to visit him.’ The old man replied, ‘If you don’t leave now you will not be able to visit him but find yourself joining him before it is your time. I promise I’ll visit him every day.’ The coach moved forward a few feet and he finally saw her face. It was the mother of the child he had tended to and the right side of her face was bruised considerably. He listened as the man convinced the woman to leave and learned that Pi-paw was the boy’s grandfather.”

“So the boy had been trying to call out his grandfather’s name.” The origin of my new name was becoming more clear.

“Yes. The doctor sat curled up against the wall as the coach pulled away then noticed the old man coming towards him. He asked the doctor if he was alright and helped him to his feet. He then reached into his tattered coat and pulled out what little money he had and stuffed it into the doctor’s pocket. ‘I’m sorry this isn’t much but it may help you buy something to eat.’ The doctor could not bring himself to speak. He stood motionless as the grandfather walked away. After a few moments he followed the old man at a distance. He watched the man keep his word and visit his grandson’s grave every morning and toil away at a laborious job each day. He hid outside his home at night and watched him through the window as he took meager meals and spent what little he could save to send letters and money to his daughter. He observed him helping others less fortunate than himself and find time each afternoon to tell stories to the children who lived nearby. The doctor did not eat or sleep for several days. He never returned home and wept each night for not being more like the grandfather.”

Pit stood up and looked off into the distance. I joined him and we began walking towards the falls. “One night he watched a woman rush to the old man’s door with a baby in her arms. The infant was ill and burning up. The old man let her in and tended to the child with the calm of a man who had done this before, all the while reassuring the frightened mother. By midnight the girl child was better and the mother lay next to her on his bed, with the old man watching over them. The doctor was so entranced with what had been happening that he didn’t realize a storm had set in until he was drenched and lighting struck. It was so much like the night the young boy had died that he went mad and began running.”

We passed the falls and headed up the long slope that I had come down when I first arrived. It struck me for the first time that I had not gone up this hill since I arrived. It felt odd to me, as if I were teetering on a dangerous fence.

Pit continued his tale. “The doctor ran blindly through the night with no direction or purpose in mind. He stumbled many times and cut himself in various places. You have probably heard tales of our kind in the outer world and it is true. Every so often a few of us will venture out for a time, which can be quite awhile by your standards. That night the doctor stumbled through our passage.” We were now a few feet from where I had entered this world. “We found him here, unconscious. We crafted a stretcher to move him and with help from the unicorn and Pegasus we transported him to the old ruins. There we nursed him back to health; however he remained solemn and unaware of where he was.”

“He wasn’t surprised to see fairies, and brownies running about?”

“At first we remained hidden once he became conscious and more lucid. Eventually I came forward and in time he was introduced to the others.”

“Wasn’t he shocked to see you?”

“Aye, quite shocked at first. But he began to come around when he saw me moving about full of life and living a good life. Yet it wasn’t until the black night that he began to change.”

“The black night?”

“There were three other times that someone had stumbled into our realm. The first two were innocents who were easily guided out without knowing we were helping them. The last was an evil man who took up residence within the forest. We hid as best we could but he blundered about stomping on our homes, polluting the water, and killing the animals, leaving them to waste. On what we call the black night there was no moon. We had become prisoners to the night and did not venture from our homes after dark. That day a young fairy had traveled too deep into the forest to make it home before nightfall. Fearing the others would worry she attempted to fly past the sleeping man, but he awoke and grabbed her, thinking she was a firefly. When she cried out he saw what he had and dangled her by her feet, poking her sharply with his dirty finger and pulling at her wings. He seemed to take delight in torturing her.”

By now we had returned past the falls and were nearly to the old ruins. Pit paused and pointed to a small grove of trees near the edge of the forest. “It was there that our nightmare began. The brownies had heard her cries and rushed to the grove. They used whatever they could to fight off the man, climbing up his coat tails to jab his face with twigs, biting into his ankles, and shooting pebbles at his eyes with sling shots. But they were no match for him. Many were mashed beneath his feet, others flung to their death, and some crushed by his huge hands. He reached for a large sack and began stuffing brownies inside as if he were gathering berries, women and children alike.”

Pit grew silent as he starred off towards the lake. It was the first time I had seen any sadness in the boys face. He was always smiling and it was hard to see the pain in his face.

“The cries of the dying filled the night air. Much of the damage was done before I could get here. The wailing brought Mr. Waggle from his home and to our shore. Until now he didn’t know the old man existed. I still don’t understand why but the man ran down to meet the old man and began pummeling him with a large stick, all the while swinging the bag of captives over his head.

“I now understand why the brownies fear man. But where was the doctor when all this was going on?” I began to wonder why the intruder had not invaded the ruins.

“He would sometimes wonder off aimlessly and just sleep wherever he was. He did so more often while the man was held up in the grove. He was not one for confrontation and said nothing when the man stole his food or rummaged through the ruins. Our friend the skunk put an end to that by leaving his mark one day. Besides, it was easier for the doctor to keep our secret if he were away. However, he also heard the cries from far off and came as fast as he was able. He managed to arrive in time to pull the man off before he beat Mr. Waggle to death. He fought him as best he could but it was the unicorn and Pegasus that finally brought an end to the battle. Together they trampled the man to death as the doctor rescued those who had been held captive.”

There was a long silence before Pit spoke again. Then we moved to sit by the lake. Looking out over the calm water with the moon reflecting on its surface, its hard to imagine such devastation had taken place there. A slight smile came to Pit as we watched a group of fairies flying home in the distance. I waited patiently for him to continue.

Pit picked up a stick and began drawing a small bird in the sand. “Many died that night and I lost someone I cared for deeply. “

“I’m so sorry, for you and for all that have been so kind to me. It was a terrible tragedy.” I placed my hand on Pit’s back for a moment. “What did you do with the intruder?”

“Darcona arrived.”

“Darcona, who is that?” My curiosity was again peaked.

“The Great One, the dragon of deliverance.” Pit’s voice was one of reverence. “He comes but once a year to bring blessing to our realm and vow again to protect us. This time he was too late. At first he eyed the doctor as the villain in this scene, but when I stood between them, Darcona stepped back. I related the events as I knew them as the great dragon pulled up to his full height. When I was finished, he let loose his flame upon the body of the dead man, burning flesh and bones alike to dust. Then he called upon the four winds to carry the remains far from our valley.” Pit paused for a moment. “He bid me to climb upon his back and we took flight. As we flew from the portal to the lake and back again I told him the story of the doctor and how he had fought so bravely for us. Three days later I was summoned to his lair where he told me his plans for the good doctor.”

“And what were his plans?” I was entranced with Pit’s tale.

Pit turned and smiled at me. “Much the same as what you have been through, but with less detail and organization. Those were my little touches that truly brought Pi to life.”

“Will I ever meet Darcona?” I felt both excitement and fear of the possibility.

Pit looked to the sparkling sky. “When you see his formed outlined in the stars, you’ll know he will come.”

I began to look at the stars as I never had before. “I would be most honored to meet the great dragon.”
Pit rested his head on his knees. “It took a long time for us to heal. The doctor tended to our wounded as we who survived laid our loved ones to rest. He carried Mr. Waggle to his home and sat with him each night until he was well again. He taught the brownies about medicine and how to defend themselves. He brought comfort to all of us and in time brought laughter to the children. In turn we gave him a reason for living and helped him carry out his new dreams. He gave us purpose as well. From time to time he went to the outer world and brought back most of what you see within the ruins. Soon he was going back for longer periods of time.”

“Did he return to practice medicine again?”

“Not exactly, he said that in us he saw that joy and the giving of self is the best medicine there is and the medical form is only secondary. On one of his visits he met a troupe of gypsies that brought joy to those less fortunate. Over the next few years his dream took form and his fortune was used to help many. Dracona had seen this gift in him early and guided me to help guide the doctor. He took the stage name of Master Pi and performed magic for the poor. We began supplying him with food to feed the hungry and medicine to heal the sick. When the outer world was moving closer to ours he built his home to hide our entrance and prevent any others to come uninvited.”

“He sounds like an extraordinary man. I could never live up to such expectations.” This realization frightened me and I believe Pit sensed this.

“Ah, but you will. You are well on your way Master.” How odd it seemed to hear the word master come from Pit’s lips after listening to him share his story. How was it he could be so old and wise yet look like such a young boy?

“I must leave you now for the hour is long past what I am use to. You have learned much tonight but I will share with you again soon.” Pit looked at me with reassuring eyes.

“Indeed. Good night Pit.” He rose and I heard him walking behind me. Then I heard a flittering sound. I turned to find him vanished but noted a spot of yellow floating up over the trees.

After that night each month brought something new. At times the wood nymphs would come dine with us or the fairies would entertain us with a dance beneath the stars. One day the Pegasus came and took me on a flight over the land while Pit rode the unicorn and waved at us from below. In time the brownies would stay and visit. Sometimes they would run races or practice for battle in our presence. A few would stop in now and then to tell me what I was doing wrong in preparing the many medicines I was learning. Even Brundle quit saying ‘humph’ and would give me a wink now and then. The only thing that didn’t change was Mr. Waggle. Each morning he would meet my greeting with his ‘cackle, snort, snort. And every evening he responded in the same fashion.

Then one evening I returned from a late swim to find a fire built in front of the ruins. Pit was standing next to it grinning from ear to ear. “What is this Pit? Are we having roasted Pi tonight?”

“No Master, not roasted, but we are having Pi.” His mischievous grin had me puzzled. He followed me into the ruins where he had laid out several colorful costumes. A small stand supporting a large box stood near the table. It was open and displaying all the mixtures and instruments I used to practice the magic he had taught me. Pit lifted up a colorful robe for me to put on. “Dress quickly, Master. We haven’t much time.”

“What have we not time for?” Pit did not answer but bowed before walking away, still supporting his mischievous grin.

It was one year to the date that I entered this land. I was dressed and sitting patiently by candlelight when Pit came to me. He was dressed in bright yellow and red, sporting a most decorative turban. “It is time Master Pi.”

“Time?” I began to feel nervous.

“Yes. You must take your place in the outer realm soon.” He smiled as he noticed the disappointment in my face. “Fear not, milord, you have a few hours before you depart. He led me outside and down to the lake where a huge fire was burning. Around it sat every creature of the valley I had come to know. The Pegasus and Unicorn stood gracefully behind the fairies. The mermaids, who were seldom seen, splashed playfully near the bank. Even the Minotaur pawed the earth majestically as I took my place near the fire.

Pit did not give me time to ask questions. He set up my magic box that he had carried out with him and faced our audience. “Gentle creatures of our great valley, I welcome thee. You have all seen the sign and know that it is time for Master Pi to leave us. Tonight he will share with us what he has learned and let you be the judge as to whether he is fit to carry his name into the outer world.”

There was much cheering and applause as Pit took my arm and led me to the center of the circle. “Good Master, we entreat you to dazzle us with your magic and wit. Share with us the wisdom you have gained and tempt us with tales of delight. Show us that you are truly ready to take the title of ‘Master Pi’ forever and always.”

My heart was in my throat as I looked over the sea of faces waiting in anticipation. I stuttered as I began to speak and fumbled with my props at first. Then I realized, these were the faces of those I had come to call family. I had never been as close to humans as I had become with these wonderful creatures before me. In no time I was performing tricks of magic and telling jokes to make them laugh. I danced to the music of fairy wings fluttering and told stories that had them mesmerized. And as I sang a song of my love for them the air grew silent, remaining so long after I finished as each creature wiped a tear from their eye.

Pit stood next to me, his face gleaming with the pride he had at my accomplishment. “Look to the sky, Master Pi.” I did so and saw the stars outlining the form of a dragon rampant. From below their brilliance a form appeared, flying towards us. My heart beat faster as it came closer and landed gracefully near me. It was Dracona, a most magnificent creature that took your breath away.

A loud whisper waved through those gathering and when all was silent once more, the great dragon spoke. “You have done well, Master Pi. You have earned your title and I know you will carry it proudly. It is time for you to see for yourself.” With that he leaned down and gazed into my eyes. In his I saw the reflection of myself fast forwarding through time from whence I was a child and in particularly in my advancements in this wondrous land. Then he turned and blew huge flames into the air, which changed and fell over us all as stardust. As those gathered giggled and cheered, the regal creature bowed to me then took flight. The cheering continued until he was out of sight and then one by one, each creature gathered lay a brilliant green stone at my feet for luck before disappearing into the night.

When the last of my family moved from sight, Pit turned to me. He must have seen the worry in my face and set to reassure me. “Fear not, Master Pi.You will still enjoy numerous nights with us and joyful hours at your leisure. But now it is time for you to share your gifts with the outer world.” He said no more but led me to the place where we first entered this glorious land. It was strange as we had come by this spot many times but the door had disappeared and now it was once more standing. As we passed into the Glass Castle the large dog who once growled at me reached up and licked my hand. The candles were still lit and seemed not to have burned down an inch.

As much as I had become accustomed to the mystic realm and the strange magic that took place within, I was still in awe of what happened next. As Pit opened the door to the outer world I heard music playing. I stood in the doorway and watched as the Dance Macabre moved pass me, carrying the coffin of the previous Pi. I turned to speak to Pit but he had disappeared. In his place was a little yellow bird that took flight through the open door. I took a step into the street and looked up. There was my little friend, waving at me from near the lamppost where we first met. Next to him was a vision of myself as I once was and as I crossed the cobblestone street, I watched my image fade before me. I had been transported back to the very day I first met Pit.

Many years have passed since then. Pit and I have performed in hundreds of theatres and street corners. We’ve brought smiles to small children and laughter from the coldest of hearts. We’ve caused lovers to swoon and the lonely to feel comfort. We’ve brought cheer to kings and beggars alike. We’ve shared our knowledge of the stars with wise men and gentle folk of all walks of life. We’ve told tales to intrigue any man and sang songs to make them dance. We’ve fed the hungry and tended to the sick.

I tell you this tale now for I have become an old man and my time is near an end. Pit has remained forever young and waits in his corner for my passing, ready to engage my replacement. Fear not if you be a solitary soul for if he should approach he will open a world like none you’ve ever known and bring from you the best that you didn’t know you had. Look at my face well, for if you see it pass before you, laid out in a wooden bed, carried by skeletal forms, you will know you are the chosen one.


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[Guest_Rosemerta_*]

{{{{{{{{{{ Cathy }}}}}}}}}}

Bless your little heart! You must think me the rudest person on the planet for not making a comment on all the marvelous suggestions you've made on this story, especially since I had specifically asked for your help.

I have only now had a chance to glance through it and what suggestions I noted make a lot of sense. I wish I could jump in right now and make changes.

However, my life is in a new upheaval and I haven't the time at the moment. So much so, that I find myself having to move completely to a new city within the next 3 weeks. Since I am a a pack rat who has kept everything I have ever owned... this has become a rather daunting project. There have been several other mini-crisis as well. When God decided to shake up my world he does it 'head-banger' style.

But I am determined to take my writing more seriously this fall Your contribution is greatly appreciated and I hope you will finish critiquing it when you can again find the time.

Thanks so much, my friend!!!

~~ Jackie

[Cleo_Serapis]

Hi Jackie,

Just stopping in to say I've printed this out and will be back once I've had some time to read and comment further.

Good to read you again!

TTYL
~Cleo

[Guest_Rosemerta_*]

Hi again, Lori,

I'm sorry I didn't respond sooner. My world has been a bit topsy-turfy for some time. I did send you an email yesterday... hopefully you got it. Anyway, I know you are a busy lady and by the looks of things that hasn't changed much. **S**

I had forgotten just how many revisions I will need to make on this story as is but still appreciate any feedback you or others can give me at this time. I seem at a loss to do poetry and maybe this will be a starting point to get back to writing.

~~ Jackie