Anomaly Valley

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The grass is purple in that valley.  And the sky is green.  That’s how you will know that you have reached the entrance to the vault.

I never really expected those words from an ancient myth to guide me on this failed expedition.  And it was failed because even if I found the vault, even if I managed to enter it and lay my eyes on what lay within, I would never find my way out again. Continue reading

The Rainheralds

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Shield of the RainheraldsRyne reached his hand up to scratch his cheek, then caught himself and resisted.  He hadn’t had time to shave before heading out that morning on the seven-hour drive up to the man’s estate.  He glanced around the display room.  The man he was meeting was a private collector of artifacts.  And Ryne was waiting in what appeared to be a preparation room of sorts.  The man had the skeletal head of some dinosaur lying on the ground on a plastic sheet.  On the same sheet were some tools like brushes and something that looked like the tool dentists use to scrape tartar off teeth.  On a nearby wooden work bench was one of the original prop ray guns used in that popular 70’s science fiction adventure show that Ryne used to watch with his grandfather when he was a kid.  He wondered what his grandfather would make of the place.  Gramps never did approve of private collectors.  As a young man, Ryne’s grandfather had come across some rare artifacts while on holiday.  He could have legally kept them and sold them, but he chose to donate them to a local museum.

He had instilled in Ryne a love of museums and old artifacts, a respect for the past and those who came before.  Ryne ignored the items in the work room.  He had come for a rarer treasure.  A myth come to life.  That was his specialty.  It was his passion.  It was his life’s work.  And in this particular case, he had another reason for wanting the artifact he sought.  For he had a promise to keep.  He’d been seeking the artifact for almost five years.  The Shield of the Rainheralds. Continue reading