Analore

The forest was deep and the path they walked was overgrown with weeds. The leaves from the trees were so thick that sometimes they had to fight to break through. Moss climbed the tree trunks. The only signs of life they saw were small lizards dashing around the base of the trees.

Jonah looked up and eyed the outline of a small animal that appeared to be a squirrel. It seemed to see them and scurried back into the underbrush. The walk had been a monster, but the scenery remained the same. Jonah hadn't noticed the changing altitude. He was in good shape and used to hiking. They started past a waterfall to the right of the path but stopped abruptly. There on a mossy green rock ledge stood a dragon. It was a large animal with hard scales. He was pale blue with large, yellow eyes. His hard skin wound around his head like a fitted crown. His tongue flickered in the afternoon air.

Then suddenly out of nowhere it happened. To the shock and amazement of Jonah, the great beast spoke in a slow and hissing tone. His speech was pleasant yet sarcastic as he spoke, 'And who do I have the pleasure to meet?'

Both men froze and stayed totally silent. Finally the great beast broke the silence. 'Do I need to repeat myself? Tell me. Who are you?'

James looked into the reptile's eyes. 'I'm James and this is Jonah.'

'Hmm,' uttered the beast with his great scaly breath.

Jonah was dumbfounded. Nothing in his wildest imagination could have prepared him for this. He was just an appliance salesman stuck in some bizarre fantasy.

The dragon asked another question, 'Does your friend speak?'

'Maybe,' replied James.

Jonah was frozen. His mind at a loss for words. His mouth was finally able to move but the words just didn't come out. Suddenly, out of desperation, he heard himself say, 'I'm Jonah, Jonah.'

The reptile actually laughed as he stretched his large body over the mossy stone. The sun shone on him like a lighthouse beacon. 'A pleasure to meet you,' he said. 'Enjoy your trip. Enjoy.' With that and a laugh he crawled away for sleep.

Jonah and James quickly moved up the path. Jonah's eyes were frenzied and scared. Once they put substantial distance between themselves and the beast, Jonah stopped. He looked at James and asked, 'What the hell was that?'

'Apparently a talking dragon, but I'm not totally sure.'

Jonah couldn't believe that answer. 'Not sure? What the hell do you mean?'

James replied, 'We're in Tomar. In Tomar, you never can be sure.'

'But James, you were here before. What did you see then?'

'Talking animals, flying fish,' James said with some amusement.

'Did you ever tell anyone?'

'Tell? Who would believe me? I'd advise you not to go back and tell anyone that you just talked with a lizard. Even Leslie would think you had lost your mind.'

'Right,' Jonah confirmed impatiently. 'How much longer until we get to

Joad?'

'I don't know. Try and relax. When you get out here, time can play tricks on you.'

'Right. I can believe that.'

'Anyway, we'll be there soon enough.'

The two men picked up their knapsacks and continued down the path. Jonah was now much more careful in trying to avoid the lizards scampering around the trees. He wasn't sure if one might not try and start up a conversation.

As night fell once more on the forest in Tomar, Jonah and James unpacked their supplies and prepared to camp out once more. Jonah walked over and found a large stone to rest on. He peered deep into the night, his thoughts playing wildly in his mind.

'You know James, I've gone plumb mad. That's right, I've finally figured it out. None of this exists. You don't. Analore doesn't. Tomar doesn't and talking dragons definitely don't exist. I'm just lost in Mammoth Bluff, crazy from being lost. I'm out of my mind. Pretty soon I'll be found, and then I'll go back to my life in the big city.'

James listened to Jonah's dissertation while examining himself. And with a smile, he said, 'I look real to me and I definitely feel real.'

'If you're real James, why did you bring me here?' Jonah continued.

'Because I saw a sad man. A man more sad than I had ever seen before. A good man who needed Analore as much as I did.'

Jonah looked away and said, 'How did you know?'

'Your eyes, my mate. They were friendless. The more you talked, the more I knew. You are so much like I used to be. You believe that only what you see actually exists. However, the world is greater that what you see and what you know.'

'But this is unreal,' said Jonah.

'True. But all is unreal. Surely people thought cars and airplanes were an impossibility. Look where our society has come. Open up your mind.'

'Yes. But come on, we're talking about dragons that tell us to enjoy our trip.'

'Jonah, you saw it and heard it. We both did. We both couldn't have imagined the same thing.'Jonah climbed down from his rock and made his way into his sleeping bag. He couldn't resist one last remark, 'Good night grass.' What troubled him, however, was that he wouldn't have been stunned if the grass had answered.

Jonah felt a renewed sense of urgency. It was becoming more obvious that these new developments could have an incredible impact on Analore. He understood the majesty of the area but also realized that the residents still wanted the opportunity to visit Mammoth Bluff. Jonah understood the strangeness of the human condition. It doesn't matter how much people are enjoying themselves; they need to know they are free. Jonah knew that emotion all too well. The months he had spent in Analore were fantastic. However, he wasn't sure how comfortable he was with the idea of never being able to leave. He had to question whether the other residents of Analore were feeling the same way.

The two men continued to travel through the region of Tomar. They pushed through the brush and undergrowth. Each step brought them closer to Joad and to Peter. The path they traveled continually grew smaller until it was just a tiny stretch of beaten grass snaking its way through the trees. The foliage was so deep and thick that the sun was no longer able to peer through it. They could only hear sounds of wildlife filtering thought the quiet air. Bird whistles and the humming of insects permeated their senses. Everything was amazingly still; not a hush was created by the intruders.

Jonah and James moved in conscience delight. The Earth, or wherever they were, stood almost motionless. Then, without warning, the cool mist of rain started to fall ever so slightly. It began with a drizzle but continually grew until it became a steady downpour. A crisp breeze began blowing from the north adding to the intensity. The forest became damp from the moisture, and the day became black. The air remained heavy as the water dashed upon the soil.

The foliage had blocked the sun but was unable to stop the rain as it fell hard and deliberate. The two men were completely drenched. The coats they had brought for protection offered little relief from the weather. Their food supply was now a major worry. It had been dwindling since the start of their quest. James studied the caves surrounding the forest seeking shelter.

'Let's go!' James shouted above the noise of the storm. 'The caves will offer us refuge from the downpour. We should be safe and dry there.' They quickly reached the caves and hustled inside. James reached for the lantern in his knapsack and expertly lit a fire. The cave was cold and clammy, but at least it was dry. The telltale signs of a recent fire stood at the entrance of he cave. Rugs lined the floor toward the back of this dwelling.

'I'm afraid we've disturbed someone's home,' Jonah said with hesitation. He could see from the signs that while this place was primitive, someone must live here. Small cups and what appeared to be dishes were stacked in a corner. Jonah appreciated the neatness of the cave dweller. 'I haven't seen anyone today,' he continued, 'but it appears that someone must be close by.'

'Probably cave dwellers,' James answered. 'Legend calls them bearmen. I've heard tales, but right now our only option is to wait out the rain. It doesn't look like anyone is around right now so we should be safe.'

'You've got a good point, James. I'm not anxious to brave this storm.'

'Anyway,' James added, 'our food supply is getting low. We're going to need to eat one last good meal before we're forced to live off the land. Berries and leaves will have to keep us going after this.

'Please tell me you aren't serious,' Jonah questioned.

'I'm serious my friend. We are out of food. We'll have to eat what we can find.'

Jonah sat in silence contemplating their situation. The cave had started to warm and the rain tapered off to a near standstill. 'Tell me about the bearmen. What do you know?'

James warmed his hand by the fire as he started to explain. 'I've only heard stories. The men are supposedly giants, seven feet tall, more bear than man in appearance. Hair completely covers their bodies, even the women's. But like I said, I've never seen one before.'

Jonah could feel the hair rising on his arm as he asked, 'Are they savages?'

'That I don't know. It's not really possible to know until I meet one. What I find ironic is that anything different or odd in our world is considered savage. In our world a poor man dancing round a fire, singing to his God and living off the land is a savage, even if he is a Pacifist.

However, if a man drives a Mercedes and wears an Armani suit, he is considered an entrepreneur. It doesn't matter that maybe he destroyed the land of the savages to acquire such wealth. That's what I find strange.'

Jonah looked out over the fire toward the blackened forest. It appeared still and dead. Yet, Jonah knew underneath the calm was an abundance of life waiting to spring forward. That life would be completely different from anything Jonah had ever seen. Nothing was commonplace in Tomar. Jonah was all too aware that he would never look at anything in the same way again.

They suddenly became aware of voices in the distance. They sounded like they were coming from another cave. They could hear spirited conversation. It wasn't violent or argumentative, but it was definitely loud. A child's chattering punctuated the other conversation. He sounded no different than the children back in Analore. The sounds grew stronger as a young boy emerged from the cave wearing an animal loin cloth. Behind him stood a woman in a leather pullover, a dress like cloth with tangled designs. The child's eyes caught Jonah's for just an instant before he made his hasty retreat back into the cave.

Jonah and James were transfixed by the scene. They froze for a moment outside their refuge as a giant of a man exited his shelter. He was huge and wearing a loin cloth made from animal skins with a leather shirt. His entire body was concealed by his garments and the hair covering him. His gray eyes were blazing.

Jonah had been right. He looked more like a bear than a man. But, immediately you could see the intelligence in his eyes. He motioned to those in his cave to remain there as he grabbed a large stick and steadily approached Jonah and James. James didn't appear frightened by the large bearman. In fact, he seemed inquisitive at the scene unfolding before their eyes and started to make his way over to greet the cave dweller. After just a few steps he turned to Jonah and whispered sarcastically, 'Are you going to ask him if he's a savage?'

'Smart ass,' Jonah replied.

James slowly reached out his hand in friendship and spoke as the bearman approached. 'Sir, we mean you no harm. We were only looking for shelter from the storm. Please accept our apologies if we have disturbed any of your things.'

The creature stopped in his tracks. He appeared to be caught off guard by James' words. He seemed familiar with what James was saying and his huge body seemed to relax a bit. The creature opened his mouth and spoke. 'My family and I got pinned in by the storm as well. What a downpour! We're soaked to the skin.'

Jonah could feel the blood rush back into his head. He didn't realize he had been holding his breath all this time. This bearman, a beast, a savage spoke perfect, cultured English. He was like them, another traveler cough out in the rain. He was as stunned to see Jonah and James as they were to see him. Jonah realized that even in Tomar, a man-beast is scared of the unknown. He was just trying to protect his family. When James had stretched his hand out in friendship, he had known that there was no danger. They were all civilized. Except for the clothes and physical appearance, he acted almost human.

'These caves are a great retreat in a storm,' the bearman continued. 'My people use them as temporary shelter. We live just over that peak in the great valley but occasionally need to travel here for the roots and berries we use medicinally. I try to make a day of it for the family.'

The young boy standing by the woman slowly eased out of the safety of the cave. It was now obvious that he and his family were safe. He, too, wanted to meet the visitors. It would be great to tell his friends about it when he returned to the village. His father motioned for the family to join him. 'I'd like you to meet my mate, Jorl and my son, Morl. Please forgive my manners. I'm Ement. Our people are known as the RainbowTribe.'

Jonah was embarrassed. How could he have referred to these people as bearmen. Despite their appearance, they were civilized and cultured. There was a certain dignity about their presence.

As they extinguished their fire, Ement asked about their travel plans. James quickly explained they were going to see Peter in Joad. Ement seemed apprehensive about Peter but offered to help the men on their journey. 'Before you set out again, why don't you come with us? Our home is just a short distance and you are welcome to supplies if you need them. We'll need to hurry, though, if we're going to make it by nightfall.'

James looked at Jonah with a bemused expression. 'Thank you. We are short on supplies and could certainly use to have them replenished. My friend here wasn't too keen on the idea of foraging for berries.'

Chapter 6

Ement's village was wonderful. The clay huts were neatly arranged and ordered. Although the inhabitants' speech was as elegant and developed as Jonah's and James', it appeared that technology had somehow passed them by. Their intelligence was obvious, but the everyday luxuries one would expect were nowhere to be found.

A fire stood in the middle of the village. The townspeople in their leather and fur walked around talking freely with each other. They laughed at stories and talked of raising crops and children. It appeared to Jonah that they might be vegetarians as he didn't see any meat being served. The night was quickly coming to a close when Ement approached Jonah and James,'I can tell you are surprised by our lifestyle. But this life makes us happy. We love the peace simplicity brings.'

The men gathered around the fire and spoke of Jonah and James' trip. Ement had not been to Joad but had heard tales from travelers who passed through his village. He was mesmerized by his new friends. He thought their clothes were odd and appeared uncomfortable.

"The quickest way through Tomar is the Grain River,' Ement explained. 'The two of you can use a raft from my village. It will quicken your trip. But for now, please camp here for the night. You can start your journey tomorrow after a good night's sleep.'

'We would appreciate that,' said James. 'We need all the help we can get.'

Jonah and James were up with the sun. They picked up their knapsacks as they made ready to leave the village. Their bags were filled with berries and fresh fruit. Ement apologized for the simple fare and offered well appreciated advice. 'You can eat off the land when this runs out but until then, enjoy.'

Jonah looked at Ement and for the first time spoke to him directly. 'You are a good friend. Thank you.'

Ement shook the two men's hands and said, 'Be careful my friends. The terrain on the path you've chosen is rough. You will see many different and unusual things. Be prepared.'

'Like talking dragons?' quipped Jonah.

'It sounds like you've met Gorga. He's just showing off. His people must follow the laws of nature, also. Pay him no mind. Be aware of the night. The bats can be a hazard. Watch out for the blue newt. His sting can blind and maim. Don't trust the sand. It can be quick and white.'

Jonah and James made a mental note of Ement's advice as they headed towards the Grain River with the primitive raft given to them by Ement. It was lightweight but durable, or so the men hoped. The men's canteens were full as they embraced the morning sun. The river was several miles from the village over the barren land. Sweat coursed from their pores until their shirts were stained with perspiration.

The sight of the lake encouraged the travelers. It was standing in the middle of the desolate land like a blue emerald. The men placed the raft onto the river and began floating downstream. The Grain River was unlikethe waterway leading to Analore. Its water was choppy, and the wooden raft beat steadily against its current.

Analore was a million miles away. The river rode wild and hard. Its current forced the men to lie flat on their stomachs, holding onto their supplies. The waves rose and fell harshly. It was as if the river was running down the mountain. The speed increased until both men pressed their bodies hard into the raft. The exploding waves carried their supplies to a watery grave. The raft flew quickly down the cliffs and tumbled until it finally sprung from the mountain. It splintered into a pool at the foot of the ledge, breaking into numerous pieces.

The men, beaten and exhausted, stumbled to the shore and collapsed in the sand. They were bruised and injured from the ride. Jonah attempted to getup, but his right ankle had been twisted. The pain throbbed in his head, and he fell to the ground. James picked himself up but other than a cut on his forehead was unscathed. He helped Jonah to his feet, and together they limped into the lush forest.

' What's next?' asked Jonah.

'I'm not sure. A path should be here somewhere.'

'I think Ement's directions suck,' Jonah quipped.

'Joad should be on the other side of this forest, but I'm not sure anymore.' Jonah looked at James in silence as he spoke.

'You see, ' James continued to speak. 'So much has changed. The Grain river used to run smooth but today it was different. We're in the right forest, but does it go to Joad anymore? I'm not sure.'

Jonah leaned on what appeared to be an oak tree. 'My friend, this is crazy but we'll be okay. Let's just find the path.' Fighting their way through weeds and thorns, they saw the road in the distance. 'Head toward the sun,' said James. 'We'll make it.'

Jonah's ankle was aching, but he was still able to walk, even though it was at a slower pace. In the horizon on a soft branch sat a blue newt. His eyes transfixed on the intruders. His tongue danced as they walked by. Suddenly with a flick of the tongue, James fell to the ground, darkness engulfing his eyes. He had met the blue newt's sting. The animal scurried to his den, his job well done.

'The newt. It had to be the newt.' James' mouth pressed the words from his lips. His neck was steadily swelling from the sting. In a moment of panic, Jonah pulled a pocketknife from his pants pocket. He made a small incision in the wound and sucked out the venom.

'It's too late,' said James. 'I can't see. My eyes have gone black.'

James looked frightened as the daylight disappeared. His noble face was now a mask of uncertainty. His eyes were glazed over and void. Jonah observed his surroundings and felt uneasy about his whereabouts. The forest looked wicked and uninviting. A gnat floated slowly over the men in mild tranquillity.

Jonah laid James gently against a stone and inspected the wound. The swelling had subsided. Jonah hoped that no further damage would be done to his friend. James looked strangely childlike. His wonder stayed intact as the darkness filled his senses. We have to continue,' James said in a dry whisper. 'We can't lose our focus. We must press forward.'

Jonah gently lifted James and helped him travel along the path. The air was hot and full of parasites. A dense haze craned madly in the horizon. All of their supplies had been lost, and Jonah wondered how they would be able to continue their trip.

Hours slowly turned into days as the two men traveled toward their unknown destination. James had adapted to his new affliction. He had made a cane from a tree limb. The men lived off fruits and berries and what little water was found in the forest.

Through all the darkness and uneasiness the forest had the tools and means to offer life. Even in its meanest habitat were the tools for living. Jonah was surprised at how much his previous camping trips had prepared him for this strange journey. All the time he had spent in Mammoth Bluff had prepared him for the adventure of a thousand lifetimes. Even Tomar had the same principles as the Bluff. And with the mild exception of the everyday insanity, it appeared strangely normal.

James had grown silent over the course of the trip. Jonah wondered if the dulling of one sense could limit the other. He had read that the opposite would occur. Usually when someone lost one sense they somehow compensated with another. If that was true, it was obvious that James was not compensating with the power of speech. The men traveled for ten days through the forest of Tomar. Aimlessly they moved, each step paved in caution. James and Jonah stopped for a weary afternoon's rest. High above in a large rotten tree watching them hung a most magnificent snake.

It was over eight feet long, with skin smooth and hard. The long slender body of the snake gently, but firmly, caressed the tree. Jonah watched in silent disbelief as the largest serpent he had ever seen slithered across the branches toward them.

The snake's body moved in rhythmic motion as it glided in all directions. A small hushed hiss oozed from its body. It was a splendid array of color, fire red with rings of yellow and black. The serpent moved quickly and with purpose.

Jonah watched in a trance as the creature moved gracefully toward him. The serpent's eyes were wide and knowing. His tongue flickered in great delight. Long, lean and hard, he glided until he sat barely over the prone men's heads.

'It appears you have a great problem, gentlemen.' He slithered in jest.

'Has your friend seen the sting of the blue newt?' Has he embraced the darkness?'

Jonah looked at the mocking beast, his eyes observing the serpent's every trait. Jonah could see the pleasure the snake saw in their suffering.

'Too bad,' the snake continued. ' And to think you're going to die by my venomous touch.' The serpent continued his strange dissertation toward the men. He laughed and taunted their condition.

'The old man is no help to you. Leave him. Leave him to die. The old and the young are of no use to the powerful. They are takers not contributors.'

'This man is my friend, I will not leave him.'

'You could learn a lot from a snake, monsieur. We see reality for what it is. No romance, just truth. Even our mothers understand the young are better off on their own. Your type is too concerned with sentiment. It makes you weak.'

Jonah looked at James who wanted to know what was happening. Jonah's eyes kept flickering between James and the serpent. 'Don't worry my friend. It's just a snake with a bad attitude,' he added with a pretend laugh.

James sat up straight and looked toward the voice. His face was twisted in amazement. 'Where is Joad?' he shouted.

'Old man, be quiet. You have no use for Joad. You are a fool and a blindman, and I'm not sure which is worse.' The snake approached closely eyeing his prey, his yellow soulless eyes piercing from his head.

'My brother, Gorga, sent me to find your dry remains here in the forest. I am surprised and a little disappointed that you are still alive. But, know you will find my coral bite to be merciless and deadly, yet subtle. My venom will destroy your nervous system and cause you a slow painful death.'

'Where is Joad?' James cried again. 'Tell me you serpent bastard.'

'You're getting mighty brave, blind one. Obviously, you cannot see My venom.'

Jonah looked strangely at the creature as it moved closer to the two men. He looked at the serpent's rings and swiftly snatched his head. With great trust he pulled the beast from the tree and forced its fangless mouth open. He took the knife from his pocket and placed the blade at the serpent's throat.

'You milk snake bastard. I should slit your venomless neck.'

The snake attempted to coil around Jonah, but the sharp edge of the knife convinced him otherwise. He hung limp, no longer in control. Jonah looked into his frightened eyes.

'How did you know?' demanded James.

'The rings were wrong. He was far too red and when he moved closer I saw he had no fangs. Then I knew he was just bluffing.'

Jonah turned his attention toward the snake. 'Now tell me why you're here? What is it that you want?'

' My brother asked me to watch you.'

'And.'

'Well your condition was such...'

'That you thought you could intimidate us.' interjected Jonah.

The serpent moved his hollow eyes from Jonah. 'I was just doing my duty.'

'Well duty, you need to tell me where I can find this blue newt. I need to see what it takes to cure James.'

'The newt can't help you. Only my tribe knows the remedy, and we do not share it.'

'Is that so? Well, if I don't get some answers, you will not be seeing any tribe. You would make a great looking pair of boots.'

The serpent hissed in discontent. Even though he was no longer a threat and was at the complete mercy of Jonah, he still tried to intimidate. 'I will squeeze the life from you as soon as I get a chance. You will feel my power.'

'I am not a rodent or a frog,' replied Jonah. 'And I will be glad to skin your serpent ass. Now tell me where can I find Gorga?'

'I will not tell you.'

'Your brother will be pleased. Surely nothing is more noble than dying for your cause. You will die a hero. Your tribe will be impressed, probably build a monument in your name.'

The snake looked into Jonah's eyes and saw his intensity. He eased his muscles and surrendered. 'I will take you to him. Follow my directions.'

A blue newt sat in the distance observing the activity.

Chapter 7

Jonah cut a strong vine from a tree and placed it around the serpent's neck. The snake fought vigorously against his captor. He hissed and flailed against the vine. 'Okay mister,' said Jonah. 'Take me to your brother.'

James grabbed his cane and followed Jonah and the serpent down the beaten path. The snake appeared exhausted as he moved along slowly. His muscled body pulling him back and forth.

James had worked diligently at adjusting to his affliction. He now paid careful attention to each step. He thought continuously about how he took his vision for granted. He was a captive to his blindness and felt like a child as he struggled to keep up with Jonah and the serpent. His mind flashed wildly at the strange possibilities of Tomar.

He could hear the snake pulling against Jonah's grasp. His weird hissing intermixed with the voice of a man. James thought of the transformation of Jonah. He was so proud of his new friend. Jonah had grown from a lost traveler to a warrior of the forest. His real attributes came to the surface when they were most needed. Jonah had been lost in time and space, but it appeared that he had found his way out. He was now a leader and a survivor. Maybe he had been these things all along.

Jonah walked with his reluctant tour guide up ahead of James. The snake cussed and fussed but continued to negotiate his way to the two men's next destination. James could only hope the members of the serpent's tribe would share the remedy for his blindness. James did not understand The serpent and Gorga's tribe but from what he had experienced. He knew it would not be at all pleasant.

James was glad Ement had reassured Jonah that all of nature stayed consistent. He was thankful Jonah paid special attention to this advice and understood the serpent's bluff to get the upper hand. Hopefully, this would help him get the cure for his blindness.

'When I get loose,' the serpent hissed, 'I will squeeze the life from you.'

Jonah had to struggle to control the giant reptile as they moved into The forest. 'I'll tell you something,' exploded Jonah. 'You do what you're told or I'll turn you into a belt. We need the cure for my friend. You have a choice, either help us or ...'

'Or what?' the serpent interjected. 'You think you can turn me into some sort of clothing. You fool. I'll do nothing!'

Jonah grabbed the vine tightly, cutting off the reptile's breath. His eyes rolled back into his head and his mouth flew open. Jonah's rage was great. He could feel the veins in his neck and temples pulsating. His arms pulled harder on the vine and the reptile strained against the noose. It had been so long since he had felt this much rage and power. He hated The serpent, but he still needed his help for James' sake. Jonah knew he could crush the life from the beast, but that wouldn't help his friend. He eased the tension on the vine and the snake collapsed on the roadway. His fangless mouth began sucking in the fresh air. Jonah felt peculiar as he looked at the prone animal. His face had an almost human quality as it struggled to breathe. The snake's lungs expanded to their full capacity.

'Okay. Now let's follow the yellow brick road.' Jonah pulled the monster back on to the path. James stumbled as the men headed toward Gorga and his tribe. 'James, soon we'll see what we can do for you. If there's a cure, we'll find it. We'll find a way to get this straight.'

The forest turned black and damp as they continued their journey. It was dense and overgrown. The sunlight still could not find its way through. The serpent moved quickly as eerie twilight surrounded the night. Nightfall quickly closed in and all was pitch black. Jonah turned to James and said, 'Well my friend, we're all on even ground. I can't see a thing myself.'

The serpent sighed a silent hiss, 'We will be there soon. I can hear the moonlight dance.'

They all stopped to listen and in the faint distance was the sound of drums filling the atmosphere. The hot air exploded in the darkness. The sky began burning brighter on the horizon. The wind carried the sounds of hisses, screams and echoes from the cackle of lizards. 'In the clearing you will find my people,' the serpent spoke and nodded in the right direction. 'They will not be pleased to see my condition.'

'And what condition is that?'

'Prisoner and slave.'

'As soon as you get the medicine that James needs, you will be free. No longer our prisoner or slave.'

'My tribe will not appreciate the treatment you have given me - the disrespect, your impossible demands.'

'And what will they think of your behavior? Do they approve of tormenting the lame and injured?'

The snake pulled his way into the clearing. At the edge of the trees stood a large theater. Lines and lines of seats surrounded a large stage illuminated by torches. The heat burned intensely into the night. The air hung humid and warm. The seats were filled to capacity with every sort of reptile imaginable: snakes, lizards, gila monsters and iguanas. They chanted to the beat of the steel drum played expertly by a gila. He sat upright, his scaly arms slamming the large drum in time.

They looked to center stage and observed a large throne of ivory. And on that throne sat Gorga. He was noble, dressed in purple with a crown of thorns. The drums pounded the air as the reptiles sang in hissing unison. The fires burnt hot to warm the cold-blooded souls.

Jonah stumbled as he saw this incredible sight. He stood at the top of Theresa in bizarre confusion. He tightened his grip on the vine. James stared blankly into space, just listening to the strange sounds. His ears swallowed the black trance. Both men were mesmerized. Jonah looked amazingly at Gorga as he witnessed this marvel. Then he saw the blue newt sitting at the right side of the throne. The newt was smiling at the crowd. Jonah heard the yells. In the middle of the celebration, the reptiles screamed a primal chant.

The music broke into a sudden silence. All eyes rolled toward Jonah's direction. He grabbed the vine tightly and cleared his throat. He felt his head spinning in circles and the heat engulfing his skin. Jonah's mind went blank, and for a moment he thought he might pass out.

James spoke in a whisper, 'Jonah, what is it?' The words helped Jonah spring into action. My friend is in dire need of attention. He has been blinded by your newt.' Jonah's words echoed in the arena. 'We come in peace. We mean no harm.'

Gorga's eyes rolled in mock delight. His tongue licked his lips as he prepared to speak. 'Those are strange words for a man who has my brother by the throat. Would you care to explain?'

'My friend, James, was stung by the blue newt and blinded. We need your medicine to cure him.

We are from Analore and are trying to see Peter in Joad. We do not wish to harm anyone.'

'He is a liar,' hissed the serpent. 'He has made me his slave.'

'Silence, Colubridae. Tell me of your quest, gentlemen.'

'My name is Jonah. This is my friend, James. We are traveling to Joad to speak to Peter about the changing portals of travel. We are checking on our future.'

'That doesn't explain your snatching my brother by the neck.'

'No. James was stung by the newt. When your brother arrived, he told us he was a coral snake and would kill us with his bite.'Laughter erupted in the stadium with that remark filling the night air. Colubridae turned his head meekly.

'Continue,' mused Gorga.

'He told us you had the remedy for James' blindness. That is why I made him bring us here.'

'So you did. I apologize for my brother's indulgence. I sent him to follow you. We do not welcome strangers here. Our life is simple and unobstructed. We plan on keeping it that way.'

'And the medicine my friend needs?'

'It's here. But first you must let my brother go. He is a fool playing with colors, but he is still my brother.'

'What guarantee do I have that you will give us the medicine?'

'None. Just like the rest of your life. The newt was just doing what comes naturally. Now, let my brother go.'

Jonah let the vine slip from his fingers. Colubridae quickly made his way out of the noose and on to the stage. His long body was moving easily through the crowd.

'Now, come to the stage and bring your friend.'

Jonah took James' arm and helped him through the crowd of creatures. They could hear the reptiles murmuring as they reached the large, green and imposing stage.

'Here on my right,' oozed Gorga, 'is the elixir. You may not use it until you leave my kingdom. You have seen enough. Joad is only a few miles to the south. You'll need to take the bridge of I am. When you reach the bridge, you can administer the elixir to him.'

Jonah walked nervously to the throne. His hand was trembling as he removed the potion before quickly stepping back. 'Go now to the South. May your journey be swift,' said Gorga. James and Jonah moved through the still crowd and hurried from the theater. They could hear the celebration rekindling in the night as they headed toward the bridge of I am.

****

In Analore, the people hurried through their busy days. Mary filled her days with cooking and cleaning. She was the matriarch of her family. She and James had been together since his arrival in Analore many years ago. She felt blessed to have his companionship. They had grown and worked together. When James was not traveling, he spent his days with Mary. She understood and cared for him.

She often worried about James during his travels. He was a restless soul, who needed to be on the move. Mary took pride in his adventures and great stories. She felt she was part of the journey as every story ended with James coming home to her.

But, this trip worried her more than any before. In the past, the trips were for fun and adventure. Mary knew this journey was different. James had left with a purpose. The closing and shuffling of the portals could have a incredible impact on the people of Analore. The people of this enchanted town loved to travel. They needed the excitement of moving from place to place. James had traveled to Tomar, Joad and even beyond, but his favorite place to go was Mammoth Bluff. It reminded him so much of his home before Analore. The mountains and forest were so pure and clean. Even the rainfelt like liquid sunshine.

Mary's days were spent waiting for James to arrive. She longed to see his handsome face and broad shoulders. She loved the way his eyes sparkled as he told stories of his adventures. Each one was better than the one before.

Leslie, Mary's oldest daughter, was eagerly awaiting the return of Jonah, also. The magnificent stranger who returned with James on his last trip had stolen her heart. She longed daily to hear his voice and feel his touch. Never had a man so richly touched her life. He was everything she had ever wanted. Her love burnt for him. She could close her eyes and see his rugged face. The lines running smoothly through his feature and showing his fine character. He was older than Leslie and she admired his age and wisdom.

The time she had spent with Jonah was the greatest time of her life. He was gentle and kind, a man of great passion. She was truly in love with this different but loving man. She thought endlessly about him, constantly fearing for his safety. She knew that he was a good journeyman in his own right. But, she wondered if he was ready for the travels of Tomar and Joad. She trusted James, but was Jonah ready for the unexpected? Was he ready for the things of the great unknown? Was he ready for the unbelievable?

Mary looked across the room and watched Leslie fold clothes. They were kindred spirits, and she knew the pain her daughter felt. It made her heart ache for her child. She would have to grow accustomed to the wait and worry of love. But, love grows where concern is shown.

' My love,' Mary said. 'They will be all right. You have to be patient. Our two gentlemen have a very important job to do. They are doing what is the best for all the people of Analore.'

' Why them? Let someone else go.'

'There is no one else. James is the best, and his friend Jonah is a great help. All men need some assistance.'

'I should have gone with him.'

' Then I could have worried about three?'

Leslie bit her tongue. She knew Jonah would not have let her go. He would have thought it too dangerous. She resented him for that. She hated being away from him. She felt she could have handled the journey. She hadn't traveled to Tomar, but she had been to Mammoth Bluff often. She knew she could have handled the quest. She wanted to be with Jonah. She could have looked out for him and taken care of him.

'Don't you ever wish you could go with James?'

' I enjoy the stories. But James is James. He has not asked and I have not suggested.'

'Well, next time I am going.'

'Is that so? We'll see about that when the time comes.'

Samantha walked in from the back of the house carrying more clothes from the outside line. Her red hair fell lightly on her shoulders. ' I hope I'm not interrupting.'

' No,' Mary continued. 'Leslie was just telling me how she was going the next time James and Jonah traveled.'

'Well, that's great,' said Samantha. ' I never understood how they leave their women at home anyway. It must be a man thing. They just want to come home sweaty and tell us war stories. We should go.'

'My, my, all those trips to the Bluff have made my young women very independent.'

'Don't you want to go, Mother?' asked Leslie.

'Of course not. Then to whom would all those sweaty men tell their stories?'

'Mother, you're impossible. I think Leslie should go next time.' Samantha offered a sly wink to her sister. ' And, if you find a handsome man, bring him back. Analore can never have too many handsome men.'

'This is true,' added Mary.

Leslie moved outside through the back door and into the sunlight. She could hear her mother and Samantha continue their pretend quarrel. But, she was serious. She had made up her mind. The next time Jonah left, she was going with him. She was an experienced hiker and travel ready.

Outside in the town square a crowd gathered around the old clock. The young and old were standing around making a tremendous noise. Jacob's mother, Noel, stood with the crowd and looked extremely upset. The noise had caused such a scene that Mary and Samantha had arrived at the town square before Leslie.

'Jacob left several days ago, and he has not returned. I am afraid he is lost.'

'Left? What do you mean left?' said Tom the baker.

'He left for Mammoth Bluff. I knew he shouldn't go, but he is so young and impulsive. What can a mother do?'

'James left strict orders for no one to leave' stated Mary. 'This could be bad. We don't know if the portal shut behind him or if it has moved.'

'You have to help him. He's my son.'

Mary looked around at the impatient crowd. She could see the confusion and the terror in their eyes. Everyone wanted to help but no one knew how.

'Listen,' said Mary. ' James and Jonah will return soon. They should have more information when they get back.'

Noel was in a deep panic. She had kept his disappearance a secret for as long as she could. She was embarrassed by Jacob's disobedience. But, she knew he was only doing what was right for himself.

Jacob was a proud, young man, not one for following directions. Especially, if it wasn't what he wanted to do. He had been traveling since his youth and took pride in his abilities. He knew the woods of the Bluff like the back of his hand.

Still, Noel feared for her son's safety. Even if he was okay, if he couldn't return to Analore, she would not be able to see him again. That was more then she could bear.

' Look, I am not asking for everyone to go but maybe we could form a search party to find him.'

'Impossible,' replied Tom. ' We have no idea what is going on. James said to wait and so we should wait.'

Noel looked at the crowd. Her soft blue eyes were wet from her tears.

'Has anyone thought that maybe James and his friend may not return? How do we know that their portal hasn't closed or what if they were killed by some strange beast?'

Noel's words cut a hole in Leslie and Mary's hearts. They had been worried since the two men left. But, hearing the horrific possibilities put into words stunned their senses. It was one thing to think it. It was worse to hear the ideas expressed. By hearing it, a person can think it and see it. The idea is in the open. Words make the idea real even if the idea is terrible.

Mary looked over and saw the fear on Leslie's face. ' Well, if that is true then all the better to wait and see. James and Jonah would not be false martyrs. Anyway, they will be okay. James is the greatest traveler and he will return. That I assure you. And Jonah will be with him.'

Mary said these words to reassure Leslie and the crowd.

'Noel's eyes fell slightly. ' You are right. We must wait, but he is my son.' The crowd moved back into their houses, worrying about the safety of their townsmen. They felt the sadness of the village women waiting for the men to return. That night Leslie and Mary did not sleep. They read and sewed but never spoke a word about what Noel had said.

Chapter 8

James and Jonah stumbled toward the City of I am. The darkness was unimaginable. Jonah could feel a tightening in his chest as he helped James along a path cut neatly through the arboretum. The smell of sweat filled the air as the two men made their way toward I am.

A silence surrounded them as they pushed forward. The last several weeks had been alarming. A strange hush permeated the landscape as the dampness of the air hung deep and heavy. Jonah had grown tremendously over the course of the journey, and he felt a new confidence growing in his soul.

Blackness filled the woods as the drumming of the celebration dissipated in the night. The images of Tomar burnt brightly in the mind of Jonah. It had the core of a strange fairy tale. but the sights Jonah had seen were real. They were a Technicolor array of imagery.

In the distance stood I am, but Jonah could not see or hear it. It was like an elusive dream tucked away in the corner of sleep. A make believe land full of adventure. Somewhere in that magical place was a man named Peter who held the secrets of Analore. James spoke of him in a secretive language. Peter was obviously a man of great knowledge and power.

The people of Analore had turned to his wisdom in the past during trying times, and James had always been the man to lead the quest. Jonah was still in awe of James' wondrous powers, but he understood that James was now crippled. He was no longer able to handle all of Analore's problems on his broad shoulders. Jonah realized that it would be up to him to make the mission a success.

It felt uncomfortable depending on a reptilian cure to solve James' ills. However, it was all he had. A strange mixture of reptile ooze was contained in a small glass jar. Jonah had never been fond of snakes and lizards, and the days in Tomar had not lessened his dislike of the scaly creatures.

James had remained silent and childlike as the men headed for their destination. It was as if losing his sight had taken his words away. Maybe the ability to see is what fueled James' lively conversation. Jonah wasn't sure, but James' silence left Jonah to be the leader of the expedition.

It was a role Jonah was growing accustomed to.

For the first time in months Jonah's mind raced back to Tibberman's Appliance Store. He thought about how for years he had been trapped doing the same thing day after day. He thought of how he had left work on that Friday trying to escape reality only to find they was really no reality at all. Over the span of these months, Jonah had learned that reality was a concept carved into the consciousness of man. From a young age Jonah was taught what is real and what is imagined. He heard it for so long and so often that he stopped questioning the possibilities. Jonah realized a man first stops believing, and then he stops seeing. He understood that man is told as a child that miracles do not exist, so people stop looking for them. If they happen to see one anyway they explain it away as an aberration.

More than ever Jonah recognized the mysteries of life and the living. He wondered often aloud why he had been chosen to see the glory of the universe? What had he done to deserve to experience the marvels of God and man? Surely only the luckiest man could experience such adventure.

Through the clearing Jonah saw only the vast darkness, a darkness that rendered him and James equals. The words of the lizard rang through Jonah's ears, but he could not think of any reason not to give the elixir to James. Pulling James along had become a great burden, and James' silence was saddening to Jonah.

He pulled the potion from his knapsack and gave it to James.

"Are we at the Bridge of I am?" asked James.

"No, but we've waited long enough. You're no good to me or yourself blind. Take the drink."

Jonah swallowed the lizard swill and made a grimacing face. He fell prone to the ground and made a strange hissing sound. Like a strange snake child he twisted on the ground flinging in a multitude of directions. His heart raced like thunder as his mind shot clear. He wheezed and hissed in a manic fury.

Jonah's mind raced as he saw James shaking on the ground. Jonah thought they had been tricked and that James would die, or even worse, be turned into some type of reptilian monster.

Suddenly, the convulsions stopped, and James lay motionless on the ground. He stayed still and lifeless for several moments and if not for his shallow breathing Jonah would have thought he had died. The thought of James' death saddened Jonah. Everyone he had ever loved had died and now the closest thing he had ever had to a father figure was lying lifeless, and there was nothing he could do. Jonah found life frustrating. No matter how much he tried to control life, it always controlled him. Whatever it was at the Bluff, at work or here in the middle of God knows where, Jonah felt he was never in control of his existence. Jonah found that idea insufferable, but true.

James began to move slowly and work his way up on to his knees. Jonah could see that a bizarre glaze had formed over his friend's eyes. James rubbed sleepily at the ooze and finally opened his eyes.

"I can't say I'm glad you're the first thing I've seen but I am glad to see anything."

Jonah's heart immediately awoke as he could tell that he friend had regained his vision. The lizard had not lied and James was whole. He appeared dazed but his sight had returned. 'Have you ever seen this place before, James?'

'I'm not sure. I'm not sure I can remember anything.'

'Me either, but we need to get to I am as soon as possible. I'm not sure the people of Analore even remember us.'

James stumbled to his feet and breathed in the fresh air. His eyes were still trying to adjust to his vision. He had been lost so long in the blackness that he had almost forgotten the power of sight. The mild light of the flickering moon ran through the night.

James focused his eyes and stared at Jonah. ' You know something. You're a damn good sight to see,' James said. 'I am sure if we continue to head south, we'll find I am.'

'Well, my friend it is good to have you back whole. I've missed your insight.'

'Thanks. Let's head out. I'm sure we can move faster now. I thank you for your help. You are a true friend.'

They gathered themselves together and headed south to the fair city. The two fantastic travelers set the course for the next chapter of their amazing journey. As the night settled closely on the horizon, a whisk of purple clouds swayed on the horizon. A reminder that the blanket of peace can cover a man when he allows it.

The two men traveled south, munching on wild berries and honey as they talked about their travels. A bond placed them together for eternity. They were connected by soul and spirit.

In the distance stood the City of I am. It was a mystical place with the answers of the universe lodged in its soul. James had been mesmerized by its beauty. It was the core of the cosmos. Everyone had heard of its magnificence, but few dared to travel to its borders. The trip could be dangerous, and as James and Jonah had found out, was full of obstacles. Jonah could see the cold blue shine of the city. Even from a distance it stood like a beacon to the world. Its glory burned bright for the world to see.

Jonah could feel his breath being taken away as they moved closer to the city. His heart pounded as the presence of I am filled his senses. It stood high, covered in ice and gold, yet it was not cold. The sunrise glowed and the rays of the sun gleamed off the shining surface. A rainbow of color exploded into the air. The closer the men got to their destination, the warmer the morning sun burned.

As they crossed the bridge and entered the gates, Jonah could see the ice was not ice at all. It was diamond, shining and smooth and lining the streets. The snow on the ground was dry powder, soft to the touch. No one moved throughout the streets. The village stayed still and motionless. There was a peace in the quiet. It was not strange or uncomfortable. It calmed the soul. Jonah was enlightened by its sight, but it gave him tranquillity. He felt that he had been here before. The road cut through the giant mountain slopes. It was clear but steady.

Jonah broke his self-imposed silence. 'James, if I didn't know better, I would think I was in heaven.'

James stayed silent. His vision fixed on his surroundings. The road grewl onger and inched its way up a large hill. The men had walked for so long that their feet burned in their shoes. Jonah had begun to feel the stress of the many miles they had walked. He was weary and sat meekly in the summer snow. James sat beside him, and the two men drifted to sleep. Jonah's rest was heavy and chaotic. His brained flashed pictures from his life. He saw himself as a child fearing the night and the dark waiting for his father to go to sleep. He would then sneak over and turn on the light to split the unwanted darkness. He saw himself as a young man with his wife. With Misty by his side, he was invincible. Her smile was enchanting and her charms owned Jonah's soul. She was the love of his life and the meaning of his existence. She had given him his greatest treasure, Brian, but it was quickly stripped away. As quickly as it came it was stolen.

He saw himself as a tired and saddened man wandering through his days with no purpose. A melancholy soul living with no tomorrow. He mind raced to the Bluff, where he spent his weekends forgetting his miserable life. The Bluff had been the only refuge he had. It spared his soul of its torment. There he could be whole again, a man of purpose and conviction.

His sleeping journey quickly turned to meeting James. Ever since meeting him, his life had been forever changed. James had showed him how to live again. For the first time in years, Jonah was a complete person.

He thought of Analore and all its wonder and of how Leslie had soothed his troubled mind. Analore is where he wanted to spend the rest of his life. It was now his home.

The trip to I am was full of enough madness to strip the unbelieving from any sane mind. Jonah knew he would never again question the possibilities of the universe. Nothing was unbelievable or odd. The only thing strange was not believing in the unbelievable. The splendor of the unknown had become clear to Jonah. The never ending spectacle of sight and sound dominated his sensations. He firmly believed in the unbelievable.

Jonah grasped the comfort in his slumber. He and James laid undisturbed for hours. Their bodies replenished much needed energy. A gentle breeze blanketed their tired forms.

Chapter 9

Out from the mountains, a small form approached the sleeping wayfarers. Its frame was troll like in its appearance. A tiny man with a thick neck, he walked quietly around the men looking at them sheepishly. He nosed a little closer and gazed at them for a moment. He could see the men stirring through his smallish, thick eyes. His blue jacket fit snugly but comfortably, covering a white shirt and shiny red pants.

He appeared part man, part beast. He was a queer, clubfooted man full of curiosity. He gathered a stick from the mountain side and continued his study of the men. They appeared odd. He had seen others like them, but these men appeared beaten and ragged. The trip through Tomar had obviously taken a great toll on these men.

He studied them carefully and wondered if they were friend or foe. Most of the people who came to I am were there to get answers but some caused trouble. They were disruptive and full of vengeance. Who could these strange men be, he wondered? They seemed so tired and spent.

Jonah stirred from his sleep and slowly opened his eyes. He saw the unusual creature standing above him with a stick. He jumped quickly to his feet and lunged toward the man-beast. The commotion woke James, and he swathe two struggling. He snatched the troll and threw him to the ground. The troll flung his arms madly and kicked at the men.

James forced him to the ground and pressed his weight against him. 'We're not looking for trouble,' James shouted. 'We're here to see Peter.'

With those words, the troll stopped fighting and calmed down. 'Then let me go!' demanded the troll. James slowly got up and released the creature. Jonah pulled himself up and gazed at the sight.

'My name is Ezmor and my village is in the mountains. If you come in peace then stop your aggression.'

'It is you, my friend, who has the stick and were watching us.'

'I was curious about you. I didn't know if you were good or of the evil one.'

'We are good,' James spoke up. 'We are here to see Peter.'

'And who are you? Where are you from?'

'I am James and this is my friend Jonah. We are from Analore and we need to speak to Peter. There are problems in our village, and we need his assistance.'

'It is hours until you reach Peter. He lives on the other side of I am. I know the way and I will take you there.'

Jonah looked at James with a bizarre stare. Could this troll be trusted? He appeared harmless and stopped fighting when he heard they were looking for Peter. James stared at Ezmor and asked in a monotone voice, 'Why the hospitality?'

'Only the good know Peter and journey for him. Only the good know of his wisdom.'

Jonah looked at the troll and saw love and humility in his eyes. He realized Ezmor was a great man - someone, who like James, possessed wisdom beyond the understanding of men. James began to wonder how many of these people existed throughout the universe. They were men, women and creatures who understood the condition of man and of all living creation. Even Gorga had a unparalleled understanding. It amazed Jonah that life, marvelously intelligent life, existed beyond the dimension of man. How thoughtful that such a man would be considerate to two tired and weary travelers.

As they walked, they told Ezmor of the experiences they had over the past several months. Ezmor hung on every word because he had always wanted to be a traveler. He knew his way around I am but longed to journey the vastness of the worlds.

He was spellbound at Jonah's transformation from appliance salesman to trekker of the dimensions. Jonah's metamorphosis was an inspiration to Ezmor. He listened to every word Jonah and James spoke. He felt the hurt and healing Jonah had experienced with his family. He marveled at all the places and things James had seen. Deep inside his soul, Ezmor envied the men. Even James' and Jonah's brushes with death and the unknown excited him. He wished he could have experienced all the adventures these men had. Never had he been this close to others who had accomplished such life moments.

They talked as the hours passed, and even James and Jonah could not believe all they had been through. They knew that their goal had not yet been reached. Not until they reached Peter would their goal be completed. The excitement of reaching their destination pounded in their chests. Any goal worth having had to be struggled for to be obtained. Both men fully understood this as never before.

Jonah and James knew that soon they would reach Peter and get their answers about Analore. Their hearts ached for their loved ones, but they were aware of the importance of their trip. The portal had shifted, and the people of Analore were scared of the possible changes. James was beginning to feel more comfortable. Ever since his blindness, his confidence had been shaken. Never in his life had he been so dependent on another person. He was grateful for the support Jonah gave him. His was beginning to feel familiar with his surroundings, and he knew Peter's castle would be visible soon.

Jonah's eyes flung open as he saw the crystal palace appear on the Horizon. It stood as high as a skyscraper and pierced the light blue clouds. A row of diamond stairs led into the monument of greatness. Nothing had prepared Jonah for such a splendid sight. Jonah's mind filled with grandeur as they moved toward the jeweled doorway. Rubies, diamonds, pearls and gold lined the solid door. The men knocked gently as if they could damage the great structure. The door opened slow with the knock. The men walked in slowly. Jonah looked at James.

'You've been here before. What's next?'

'You're never sure. Just continue to walk the hallway. Peter's throne sits at the end.'

James, Jonah and Ezmor walked carefully down the hallway's polished floors. Pictures of the Gods lined the walls. Wisdom oozed from every pore of the palace. All knowledge seeped from the walls.

The building appeared to be miles long. Jonah stared at its extravagance. He had always wondered what heaven looked like or if there was one. He wasn't sure where he really was but he knew if there was a heaven it looked like this.

James remembered the beauty of the palace. The sight was forever burned in his mind. He realized that each time he saw this place, it was greater than the time before. He was a testament to the wholeness of the universe.

The men spoke in hushed tones as they moved down the hall. At the end, sat Peter on his golden throne. His eyes burned with the fire of eternity and his beard was flowing and silver. His hands were strong, yet kind. His robe draped his shoulders in elegance.

The men approached his throne in wonderment. Jonah's heart almost pushed through his chest. Even James and Ezmor, who had seen Peter before were speechless.

'You have come a great distance through much sorrow and pain to hear of Analore. I will not disappoint,' Peter said in a hush as loud as thunder.

Jonah's dry mouth tried to form words but his tongue was dumb. He looked at Peter and knew he was in the presence of deity. The experience humbled and excited him.

'Go ahead Jonah. Ask what you must.' Peter said.

'Who or what or where is this?' inquired Jonah.

'After all this time you still do not know my friend. You have seen more over these months than most men have seen in a thousand lifetimes.'

'This I know,' answered Jonah, ' but I do not understand it at all.'

'Very few do, but you will. It is hard to understand the infinite with the finite mind. However, in the end everyone does.'

Jonah's soul burst with Peter's words. Here he stood with the knowledge of the universe at his disposal and could not ask a question.

'Jonah, you will be okay,' said Peter, 'and so will Analore. All things change for a season. Even in time's continuum all things must change. The portal will always be there, one way or another. It will just be more difficult to access it except during the seasons of equinox. It took years to come to fruition, however, it is done. Free travel is over.'

James spoke up, 'Will it return?'

'One day when the veil is dropped and all dimensions come together. When darkness and light combine to create the glorious morning. When man and beast come together as one. That time is never known but it will occur.'

James looked sad for he knew his trips to the Bluff would be limited. However, he was grateful to hear the news that Analore would be okay.

'Travels in your own dimension will continue,' said Peter. 'You can travel to Tomar and here to I am.'

'I believe we have seen enough of Tomar,' said Jonah. 'I have no desire to return. The words brought a smile to the lips of Peter. You have been through much my son and you have done well. I am proud of you.'

The words blazed in Jonah's soul. He had never heard such flattering words. And with that his confidence rose and he spoke, 'Why me?'

'You have suffered much and your soul was ready for a great journey. You deserve Analore.'

'Am I still alive?'

'Yes. As alive as the rest of us. Alive as James and Ezmor. Alive as the day and night.'

'And Misty....,' Jonah's voice trailed off.

'She, too, is okay. Misty, Brian and her father live together at Mammoth Bluff. They are safe and warm in the bosom of the soul. But, I think you already knew that. The mountain kept calling your name, and you kept answering. The call of love is too strong to ever die.'

'Will I see her again?'

'When the river runs dry and night and day caress, the veil will be lifted and families will live together forever. And all who was and is will embrace the glory of the day.'

Tears filled Jonah's eyes as he heard these words. The mystery of his life had been answered.

'But, all is not well with everyone in Analore. A young man, Jacob, has journeyed from home and is lost. The portal is inconsistent. He is bewildered in the woods. The portal will close and not reopen until a new seal is broken. I cannot assure his safety if he is not returned. It is up to you to find him. The portal will remain open until 12:00 tonight, and then the traveler is on his own.'

'There is no way we can help. It will take us days to get home,' said Jonah.

'Do not limit your thought. You can get to Analore through the portal at the end of the hallway. After that you must be in charge of your own fate. I wish you well and bless your journey.'

The men bowed to Peter and walked to the end of the hall. A large hole stood blue and open to the sky.

'This is it my friend,' said James, 'Jump through. Analore is on the other side.'

'Are you sure?' asked Jonah nervously. James laughed and shook his head.

'Yes, I'm sure.' James and Jonah looked at Ezmor and offered him their thanks but Ezmor looked sad.

'My friend, why the long face?' said James.

'I want to go. I have dreamed of such journeys. Let me go.'

'And your wife?' asked Jonah.

'I have none. I live alone.'

James and Jonah were both embarrassed. They had never realized that Ezmor had been all alone.

'Then you must come with us,' said Jonah. James agreed. The men moved quickly through the portal and fell through the air. Their forms became weightless as they tumbled through space until the blue sky turned black. Finally, the men passed out from their travel and entered a deep sleep.

Chapter 10

When they awoke, they were in Analore and it was 6:30 p.m. No one had seen them arrive in the woods. They stumbled quickly to the village. The townspeople were busy with their everyday lives. Jonah and James rushed to Mary's house. The women shrieked in delight as they saw James and Jonah standing in their doorway. Long embraces and kisses followed to the embarrassment of Ezmor. The ladies turned toward him and greeted James' and Jonah's new friend. They never paid attention to his Troll-like appearance.

'We don't have much time,' stated James. 'We have heard from Peter that Jacob is in trouble. We have only five hours to find him or I don't know when he could return. Even his safety cannot be guaranteed.'

The women looked confused by this news. How could they know so much already? The men explained the words of Peter and helped them understand the time crunch.

'I will go with you,' Leslie told Jonah.

'Do you think that is a good idea?'

'Good idea or not, I'm going. I've been a strong traveler all these years. Today it is important tome that I am allowed to go. I need to now I can help in this struggle'

James looked at Jonah. 'We will need all the help we can get. Let her go. Mary, pack me flares and two flare guns. I have an idea. Ezmor, you wanted to go on a journey.'

'Yes, more than anything.'

'Well, great. You repack our bags and we will be on our way.'

The rescue team gathered at the water's edge and placed their boat in thrive. The people of Analore gathered around and wished them well. Jonah and James paddled the boat upstream toward Mammoth Bluff. They paddled until they reached the portal and passed into the Bluff. James pulled the boat to the side of the river, and the occupants got out.

James pulled the boat on to the land. James smiled as he saw his friend's new born strength. James had become the natural leader once again. His almost youthful appearance had returned.

'We only have a few hours and must not waste a moment,' said James. 'Every second must count.' James' face was filled with the deep seriousness of the situation. Time was moving quickly, and Jonah could feel the tension as it filled the air.

'What's the plan?' asked Jonah. His awareness of the emergency heightened his senses.

'Ezmor and I will stay here at the portal with the boat. You and Leslie will need to go and find Jacob. Both of you are familiar with the area and shouldn't have trouble scouting the woods.

Jonah looked at Leslie with deep concern. 'Do you think we can do it?' said Jonah.

'Together we can, Jonah. If the portal closed with us separated, it would be more than I could stand.'

Jonah's heart filled with unconditional love. Leslie had taught Jonah how to fully love again. Jonah realized that Misty would always be special to him and that she could never be replaced. But, Leslie's hard work had awakened his heart. Her smile lit his desire and satisfied his soul. He was spellbound by her courage and kindness.

James looked at the couple and handed Jonah a flare gun. 'When you find Jacob or realize that time is up and you must return to the portal, fire the flare gun. When I see your flare, I'll answer with mine. Just remember, we must be through the portal by 12:00 a.m.

Jonah and Leslie headed quickly toward Mammoth Bluff. Suddenly, James called Jonah back and handed him a small compass. Jonah looked at it for just an instant and smiled. It was the same compass he had lost when he first entered the woods. He knew it was his by the engraved J.L. on the back of the instrument.

James smiled his broad grin and patted Jonah on his shoulder. Jonah knew better than to ask the how or why of the compass. He just looked at James and made his way into the woods with Leslie. The new partners were on their way to new adventures.

Jonah and Leslie pulled their flashlights from the backpack Ezmor had packed for them. The darkness held firm, and only the beam from their lights pierced the night. An eerie sound created by the owls of the forest was the only noise heard in the cool night air.

They pressed on, walking the trails of the Bluff as they called out for Jacob. It was 8:00 p.m. and they knew that time was quickly slipping away from them. It would take days, not hours, to cover Mammoth Bluff. There were so many trails, so many places where one could miss someone or something. Their voices echoed in the autumn air. The wind blew gently through the branches, creating a slow audible hum.

Each step was filled with concern for Jacob. Jonah and Leslie spoke among themselves about their worry. There was no way to tell where Jacob was or if he was even safe. They hoped he still had the magic of Analore with him. Without the magic, he could be starving, injured or hurt by the wild animals of the forest. It was impossible to know how long he had been gone as the time difference between Analore and Mammoth Bluff could vary greatly.

The wind ran wild through the forest as the gusts blew stronger. Clouds covered the lunar landscape and the darkness thickened. The sounds of rodents and bugs amplified the night. Jacob was nowhere to be found. Jonah began to feel panic. It was 9:30 p.m., and the truth was neither Jonah or Leslie were sure of where they were or where they were going. The Bluff was just to vast and dark to get a good idea of your surroundings.

Ezmor and James stood nervously at the portal. James stared blankly at his watch. "Your friends have great loyalty," said Ezmor. " It does my heartwood to see people care so much about each other."

James grinned in Ezmor's direction. "The people of Analore are special. We stick together. When one is lost, we all our lost."

Ezmor glanced at the boat as James looked toward the horizon. "Do you think they will find Jacob? It's dark and the time is shortening." Ezmor asked the question while standing on the boat's bow. He was beginning to feel the tension associated with Jacob's disappearance.

"In a way my friend, it is always dark and the time is always short." With those words James stood silently by the riverbank. The water rushed steadily at the two men's feet. Ezmor and James could sense the elements of time slipping away.

James despised the idea of returning to Analore without Jacob. Those people were his family, and the loss of one would make the whole village suffer. James knew Jacob's mother would be devastated. Jacob was her only child. Without him, she would only be a fragment of herself.

James could not remember anything happening in Analore in the past that would impact the community like losing Jacob. The thought of failure tightened his chest. If they were to fail, if Jacob was lost forever, the fellowship of Analore would be crushed.

James worried that the blow would be so deep that the people would never recover. Analore stood for all that was good and right in the universe. It had stood the test of time and was testament to love and honor.

In Analore, Mary waited with Samantha in their home. They sat quietly as a few candles lit the living room. All was still through the evening. No one stirred in the town square. Silence was the only sound in the village. It was as if the animals of the forest understood the importance of the day.

"Mom, doesn't the worry drive you crazy?"

"Everyday, my love. He is as wild and unpredictable as the adventures he craves. But, that is his nature. I do not try to change what is rooted in his heart."

Samantha looked quietly at her mother. Mary was stern, and her face showed the concern of many years. However, she stayed strong for her girls. She was the leader of the family and took great pride in that role.

Her spirit was with James, but her thoughts of Leslie were now causing her great pain. She understood that James had traveled many distances, but Leslie was new to this type of travel. She and Samantha had journeyed to the Bluff for years, but this time it was different. Too much had changed. Mary tried to understand it. However, she sensed that it would have done any good to have tried to stop Leslie. Leslie was a grown woman, who had made up her own mind. She believed her place was beside Jonah; she did what she believed was right. It was troubling to Mary that Leslie was so headstrong, but she had to grow and do what her conscience said was right.

Samantha was both concerned and envious. Her sister's pioneering spirit had inspired her. She, too, was maturing and felt the need to move in her own direction.

The candles were burning down and both women knew that the time was running short. Even if time was calculated differently in Analore, it continued to march on for the people on the Bluff.

It was 10:00 p.m. and Jonah and Leslie had still not found a trace of Jacob. Jonah was now worried that they had strayed further enough from The portal that he and Leslie would not be able to get back even if they found Jacob.

"Leslie, we have to turn back. Even if we find Jacob there would be no guarantee that we could all make it back in time."

"I know, but his mother..."

" It's a tragedy but you have a mother and James has a partner who is equally as worried."

" A little further," said Leslie. "Just a little further."

Jonah felt uncomfortable with that decision but he, too, hated the idea of leaving without Jacob. "We'll go a little further, then we have to turn back." The two walked on, calling Jacob's name but to no avail. Jonah had become frustrated. His patience was nearly depleted.

He thought of all the craziness in his life and realized that leaving without Jacob was not n option. He started to think of his first journey with James through the Bluff many months ago. He remembered how even when the portal was moving and shifting, the magic of Analore remained in tact.

As Leslie and Jonah cleared the thick bushes, the magnificent lake stood strong in their view. Jonah looked at Leslie and smiled. In the distance stood a young figure around a fire. It was Jacob wrapped in a colorful blanket. He was weather-beaten but okay. His eyes popped open as he saw Leslie and Jonah approach.

"My Lord, I have never seen anything greater," said Jacob. The young man leaped from his stump and embraced the couple.

"You've caused quite a stir." Leslie spoke in a stern, motherly tone.

"I've been lost for weeks. Only Analore has kept me alive."

Jonah spoke up. "We don't have much time. The portal will close soon, and we will be stuck here until the next equinox or maybe even longer. Unless you want us to spend our days selling appliances, I suggest we move quickly.

Jonah took out his flare gun and fired it in the air. He had no idea where he was, but he had grown accustomed to that condition. James' flare returned quickly. It was northeast. The travelers moved hurriedly backboard the signal. Jonah stayed firm in his belief of Analore. It was11:15 p.m. and all may have not been well, but Jacob had been recovered. Their quick pace moved steadily into running. James fired another flare into the air and they could see they were getting closer. They just didn't know how close.

Leslie and Jonah led Jacob to their destination. The bond between the two had grown. She had been an asset from the very start. Her companionship gave Jonah a new found strength and confidence.

Another flare ripped through the night. It was 11:45 p.m. and they were in the vicinity of James and Ezmor. They pushed through the clearing and swathe two men placing the boat into the river. The magic of Analore still existed, for they had made the trip back in less than an hour.

James looked frantic and was shouting, "In the boat! In the boat!" The three climbed aboard and paddled vigorously toward the portal. Light, like a great sun, burned on the horizon. Its intensity was blinding.

Jonah looked at the light until his eyes could no longer stand the pain. His watch had stopped and was spinning madly as the light burned brighter. Jonah could see the shock on the faces of his colleagues. At the edge of the light, he could see what appeared to be a giant waterfall.

"James, what is happening?"

"I'm not sure. I've never seen anything like it."

The light's intensity grew and a rainbow of colors shot from the waterfall. They had stopped rowing, but the tide pulled the boat closer and closer to the edge. The occupants sat transfixed as the water pulled them to the mouth of the great light.

They remained still as the boat slipped off the waterfall. It fell deeper and deeper away from the great light. They were pulled in a darkness unlike the portal from Peter's castle. Colors began to suddenly appear, then disappear.

Neon lights flashed through the blackness. Reality stopped, and everyone's senses were filled with wonderment. Yellows and reds lit the night, followed by blues, greens and oranges. A warm breeze began to blow, comforting their souls as they fell deeper and deeper. Jonah tried to look around, but the colors confused his senses. He felt alone in a strange dimension. He experienced weightlessness but stayed steady in the boat. He was blind but could see the colors f a thousand lights. And suddenly, very suddenly, all was black again, and the air hung with an unheard of stillness.

Nothing was seen. Only the sound of a heart beating broke the silence. Timelessness on top of timelessness surrounded the occupants of the small boat. A vast array of nothingness was surrounding their being.

Samantha was the first to find to find the boat on the shore of Analore. The travelers were unconscious but alive. Their skin had been burned from the light's great blast. It was early morning as Samantha ran through the sleeping village and gathered the people. They carried the beaten travelers to the town's square. The group was alive but tattered. The trip through the portal had been shattering. As the portal pulled apart, the small boat was tossed to the shore of Analore. The magic of the wonderful place had stayed strong.

Jonah regained consciousness and was followed by the others. Jacob's mother embraced her son and welcomed him home. Two men from the village lead Ezmor to James' house for a long overdue rest. James and Jonah followed Mary and Leslie to their home. They walked closely and said very little. They would embrace throughout the day.

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