<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180358141658263259</id><updated>2012-02-16T12:32:53.117-08:00</updated><category term='Triceratops'/><category term='Humans'/><category term='colors'/><category term='Dinosaurs'/><category term='heart beat harder'/><category term='universe'/><category term='gravity'/><category term='Earth'/><category term='When am I?'/><title type='text'>The Meandrous</title><subtitle type='html'>Fictional story in the making?

Hopefully the story continues to fall out of my mind and into yours...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themeandrous.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180358141658263259/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themeandrous.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Paul Clos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107800733658434050191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-c_ElzD_iBI8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAJZw/D8Alny7W6BE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180358141658263259.post-7804405642230269159</id><published>2009-05-14T02:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T02:48:23.518-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Triceratops'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='When am I?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dinosaurs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='colors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='universe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Earth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart beat harder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gravity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humans'/><title type='text'>When am I?</title><content type='html'>Drawn into the center of the room floating as if there wasn't gravity he suddenly was arched above the ball of colors.  His back towards the floor the circle of lights flared into a bright light behind him penetrating and beginning to flow through him.  There were things hew didn't understand about the history of the universe and other things that flashed before his eyes.  The rainbow of lights was trying to tell him something?  Pulsating continuously through him, making his heart beat harder and harder every time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he woke up...&lt;br /&gt;He was in another world!  He didn't remember falling asleep?  No wait, he was on Earth.  Or am I... Maybe sometime before man was here?&lt;br /&gt;He could see and hear Dinosaurs about 100 yards away from him.&lt;br /&gt;Here comes a Triceratops ready to plow Xavier over, but just before it could something grabs him and pulls him underneath the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humans?...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6180358141658263259-7804405642230269159?l=themeandrous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themeandrous.blogspot.com/feeds/7804405642230269159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6180358141658263259&amp;postID=7804405642230269159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180358141658263259/posts/default/7804405642230269159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180358141658263259/posts/default/7804405642230269159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themeandrous.blogspot.com/2009/05/when-am-i.html' title='When am I?'/><author><name>Paul Clos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107800733658434050191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-c_ElzD_iBI8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAJZw/D8Alny7W6BE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180358141658263259.post-3209759889543814181</id><published>2008-12-02T01:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T01:44:26.127-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Knowing what to do...</title><content type='html'>Xavier was making his way back to the tunnels.&lt;br /&gt;He felt as if he was a person unrecognized and left alone.  So lonely and awkward though.&lt;br /&gt;The longer he was away from home the more he became homesick.  In the back of his mind the fate of the universe.&lt;br /&gt;He came upon another four way hall.  The halls reached on forever it seemed.  The difference down the left hall was a bright light illuminating every color of the rainbow on the walls across the hall from the room.  It was about 200 meters down the hall.&lt;br /&gt;Passing by the other rooms on the way was a little stressing because he couldn't see past the doorways of most of the rooms.  The torches did not lite automatically like he had grown accustomed to.&lt;br /&gt;When he finally got to the room it was a ball of colored light changing as it spun every which way.  Right there in the middle of the room, almost as if it were alive and reaching out to anyone.&lt;br /&gt;The colors seemed to flow through him giving him weird sensations of peace and enchanted type feelings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6180358141658263259-3209759889543814181?l=themeandrous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themeandrous.blogspot.com/feeds/3209759889543814181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6180358141658263259&amp;postID=3209759889543814181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180358141658263259/posts/default/3209759889543814181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180358141658263259/posts/default/3209759889543814181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themeandrous.blogspot.com/2008/12/knowing-what-to-do.html' title='Knowing what to do...'/><author><name>Paul Clos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107800733658434050191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-c_ElzD_iBI8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAJZw/D8Alny7W6BE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180358141658263259.post-1091406017927470649</id><published>2008-10-07T01:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T02:10:46.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 23  For some reason</title><content type='html'>Walking further along this yellow lit planet Xavier saw trees spread apart from one another about 20 feet away from each other.  The trees were barley surviving black and drained by its desert surroundings. Strange holes in the ground were here and there as well, maybe three feet wide and they seemed to be every where.  There was steam coming from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started to get hot and Xavier started to sweat more.&lt;br /&gt;They must like the heat?&lt;br /&gt;The three tiny beasts following Xavier ran past him to one of the trees and starting sucking from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Odd?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This must be where they dwell and eat he thought?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of the holes in the ground, beasts came out by the hundreds looking like the mother he had killed that was protecting her young.  The species acted weird at first but then they only ignored him.  After seeing the little ones above ground. Wondering if he was a threat or not at first was their main concern?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then the little followers had some way of telling the rest that he meant them no harm.  If anything he helped their chances of survival.&lt;br /&gt;Amazing he thought, how quickly the little things had developed.&lt;br /&gt;The three young beast didn't even notice while Xavier made his way back.&lt;br /&gt;They were close enough to felling at home, as young as they were it shouldn't be a problem he hoped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://themeandrous.blogspot.com/2008/09/suddenly-there-was-retreat-on-both.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Previous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6180358141658263259-1091406017927470649?l=themeandrous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themeandrous.blogspot.com/feeds/1091406017927470649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6180358141658263259&amp;postID=1091406017927470649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180358141658263259/posts/default/1091406017927470649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180358141658263259/posts/default/1091406017927470649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themeandrous.blogspot.com/2008/10/chapter-23-for-some-reason.html' title='Chapter 23  For some reason'/><author><name>Paul Clos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107800733658434050191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-c_ElzD_iBI8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAJZw/D8Alny7W6BE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180358141658263259.post-3581301391621957952</id><published>2008-09-10T03:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T02:13:43.732-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 22  Retreat</title><content type='html'>Suddenly the army's retreated on both sides.&lt;br /&gt;But  Hassett and Gandor were not having it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their own battle continued with only the two of them left on the battlefield.&lt;br /&gt;Every slash Hassett attempted against Gandor he retreated from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All while their army's retreated and watched their leaders battle while looking back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fighting over dead body's, they still continued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I should kill you now and get it over with!"  Gandor snarled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Go ahead then, kill me!"  Hassett yelled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately Gandor got the best of Hassett and leaped at his jugular.&lt;br /&gt;Tearing it out and loving every second of it.&lt;br /&gt;As he began to feast on him till Hassett was officially gone except for his bones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hassett's army was stunned by the freakish ways Gandor killed Hassett.  Not to mention they were a little scarred by the way Gandor really enjoyed his kill, by feasting on their general.  Eating every last bit of meat and howling at the night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://themeandrous.blogspot.com/2008/08/another-battle.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Previous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6180358141658263259-3581301391621957952?l=themeandrous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themeandrous.blogspot.com/feeds/3581301391621957952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6180358141658263259&amp;postID=3581301391621957952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180358141658263259/posts/default/3581301391621957952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180358141658263259/posts/default/3581301391621957952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themeandrous.blogspot.com/2008/09/suddenly-there-was-retreat-on-both.html' title='Chapter 22  Retreat'/><author><name>Paul Clos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107800733658434050191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-c_ElzD_iBI8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAJZw/D8Alny7W6BE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180358141658263259.post-3274119087310997878</id><published>2008-08-27T16:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T04:29:04.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 21  Another Battle</title><content type='html'>The beast looked down on battle from atop a hill nearby.   Gandor, was white, with albino fur and beady red eyes but completely dark as night on the inside.  Leader of the Wilder's.  His plans were all coming together now...  He could see Hasett across the way overlooking the battle.&lt;br /&gt;"It's a shame but I'll have to kill him!"&lt;br /&gt;Drool whipping everywhere the wind took it.&lt;br /&gt;As Gandor hackled away blood thirsty once again for a chance to kill.&lt;br /&gt;Gander howled  his way down the hill, right into battle killing everyone in his way towards Hasett.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hasett noticed Gandor plowing through his soldiers.  Hasett decided to meet him somewhere on the battle ground to finish him.  Maybe crush his army spirits even if they would eat him too given the chance.  Hacking his way through wilder's left and right helping his army immensely.&lt;br /&gt;When he was finally confronted with the beast Gandor's white exterior was riddled in blood.  Gandor had blood everywhere, but especially down his chin and around his mouth.  As he chomped down on individuals ripping their jugular vein out for certain death.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6180358141658263259-3274119087310997878?l=themeandrous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themeandrous.blogspot.com/feeds/3274119087310997878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6180358141658263259&amp;postID=3274119087310997878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180358141658263259/posts/default/3274119087310997878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180358141658263259/posts/default/3274119087310997878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themeandrous.blogspot.com/2008/08/another-battle.html' title='Chapter 21  Another Battle'/><author><name>Paul Clos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107800733658434050191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-c_ElzD_iBI8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAJZw/D8Alny7W6BE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180358141658263259.post-2610670642455834521</id><published>2008-06-30T22:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T04:17:48.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 20 Different Worlds</title><content type='html'>The halls were everlasting and only remnants of what could have happened there?&lt;br /&gt;Looking around he noticed blood stains and burnt out lanterns laying about the floor.&lt;br /&gt;Again there was too many ways to go!&lt;br /&gt;It was hard for Xavier to decide but he tried to let his instincts guide the way.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;There was a way out!&lt;br /&gt;Steps upward to the day light, streamed on in. The sun appeared down the steps and made it clear it was a way out.&lt;br /&gt;But thats not what he wanted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Remember this hall in case you need a way to escape." Xavier thought?&lt;br /&gt;As the three reptile looking thing's followed close behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xavier felt as maybe he should go outside and at least check it out?  Curiosity took over and he ventured back to the steps that led to the outdoors.&lt;br /&gt;What he found was a black and white world, with a dull shade of yellow that seemed to be filled with nothing?&lt;br /&gt;The sun was not the same filled with less light, it had sort of a grayness to it's yellowish color.&lt;br /&gt;Only the sun had a full color of yellow.  The rest of this flat plained planet had little to offer as far as light or colors.&lt;br /&gt;Going on further he saw different constellations than on earth.  Looking up at the sky he didn't recognize any of these stars?&lt;br /&gt;Something he felt, made him want to go further along on this unknown planet...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6180358141658263259-2610670642455834521?l=themeandrous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themeandrous.blogspot.com/feeds/2610670642455834521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6180358141658263259&amp;postID=2610670642455834521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180358141658263259/posts/default/2610670642455834521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180358141658263259/posts/default/2610670642455834521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themeandrous.blogspot.com/2008/06/different-worlds.html' title='Chapter 20 Different Worlds'/><author><name>Paul Clos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107800733658434050191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-c_ElzD_iBI8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAJZw/D8Alny7W6BE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180358141658263259.post-5466267247737515890</id><published>2008-06-22T14:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T20:21:44.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 19  Doorways</title><content type='html'>He drew his sword as it was his only defense.  Directly before him was a scaly beast and even though it  stood only 4 feet tall.  It stood on it's back legs and had a large head unproportioned to it's body.  Although it's neck looked very strong, it looked strong enough to easily tear his flesh apart.   Xavier could tell it was hungry for blood.&lt;br /&gt;It lunged at him but Xavier slashed it with a downward motion cutting open it's side.  Exposing light green flesh underneath it's scaly exterior.  It's blood was a purple almost black in color.&lt;br /&gt;It layed wounded on it's good side staring blankly at it's soon to be killer.  Xavier was astonished he reacted so quickly to stop the beast from chomping down on him.&lt;br /&gt;But as Xavier walked over and raised his sword to kill the beast, he saw out of the corner of his eye a hole in the wall? There was a nest with a few eggs in it.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly it made sense?  It was defending it's young!&lt;br /&gt;But what was Xavier supposed to do?  The animal/beast lunged at him!&lt;br /&gt;Still he couldn't help but stare into it's eyes.  It's eyes changed from wanting to kill Xavier to a wounded mother worried about her family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xavier tried to help the beast up but it had already lost too much blood and collapsed.  It looked back at him concerned and groaned in a weird high pitched gargling sound.&lt;br /&gt;The beast was not going to make it.&lt;br /&gt;And then it was dead, in a pool of black blood.&lt;br /&gt;One slash made Xavier realize, how sharp the blade of his sword really was.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly he heard some crackling to his left where the hole was.&lt;br /&gt;One of the egg's were hatching!&lt;br /&gt;Within a few minutes two had hatched instantly able to walk up to it's mother.  Mourning over there dead mother.&lt;br /&gt;Then seeing Xavier walked over to him rubbing there heads on his lower pant leg.  Looking up at him making weird little sounds compared to their mother.&lt;br /&gt;The third one hatched only to do the same thing.  It went to it's mother first for a minute and then went over to Xavier.  But this one didn't rub it's head on Xavier's legs?&lt;br /&gt;It looked at it's sibling's and looked back and forth and all around interested in everything.&lt;br /&gt;Taking it all in, the third one every once and a while, would look up at him and make a similar sound as it's mothers.&lt;br /&gt;A concerned sound.&lt;br /&gt;When he tried to leave the room they followed him everywhere he went.   Finally Xavier accepted it and they followed his tracks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6180358141658263259-5466267247737515890?l=themeandrous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themeandrous.blogspot.com/feeds/5466267247737515890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6180358141658263259&amp;postID=5466267247737515890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180358141658263259/posts/default/5466267247737515890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180358141658263259/posts/default/5466267247737515890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themeandrous.blogspot.com/2008/06/he-drew-his-sword-as-it-was-his-only.html' title='Chapter 19  Doorways'/><author><name>Paul Clos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107800733658434050191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-c_ElzD_iBI8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAJZw/D8Alny7W6BE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180358141658263259.post-3519951634410481390</id><published>2008-06-17T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T18:36:45.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 18  On a Mission</title><content type='html'>When Xavier awoke , he was sweating from too many covers.  Bator's wife  had covered him up numerous times.&lt;br /&gt;He was so tired, he didn't even wake up when she covered him.&lt;br /&gt;But Bator was ready to go the next morning like he was on a mission.&lt;br /&gt;Except when we got to the door he said "I hope you'll excuse me, but I cannot go through there with you."&lt;br /&gt;"Hope you understand?"&lt;br /&gt;Xavier understood of course and nodded.&lt;br /&gt;"Thanks for showing me the way though.  I couldn't have made it without ya."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Good rival I hope ya are, Xavier!&lt;br /&gt;But battles are won and battles are lost, there is nothing to gain from it?"&lt;br /&gt;Bator lectured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Take Care Bator,. Thanks for everything but I have to go in there..."is all Xavier could come up with to say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6180358141658263259-3519951634410481390?l=themeandrous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themeandrous.blogspot.com/feeds/3519951634410481390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6180358141658263259&amp;postID=3519951634410481390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180358141658263259/posts/default/3519951634410481390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180358141658263259/posts/default/3519951634410481390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themeandrous.blogspot.com/2008/06/when-xavier-woke-alone-he-was-sweating.html' title='Chapter 18  On a Mission'/><author><name>Paul Clos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107800733658434050191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-c_ElzD_iBI8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAJZw/D8Alny7W6BE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180358141658263259.post-9330975545779556</id><published>2008-01-29T17:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T18:34:35.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 17  The Halls of Passage</title><content type='html'>"Bator I really appreciate you saving my life and showing me around here in Lannardin and I hate to seem like I'm unappreciative .  But I should be heading back to the underworld."  Xavier stated.&lt;br /&gt;"The Underworld!"  Bator looked somewhat amused.&lt;br /&gt;"Don't you worry about a thing.  I can get you back there.  There is a doorway nearby for that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A doorway to the underworld and to the book of Talhantarum?"&lt;br /&gt;Xavier asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bator:&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, as a matter of fact, in Lannardin we have The Halls of Passage."  Bator exclaimed.&lt;br /&gt;"But we know very little about them except for certain doors, much like the dreaded underworld where you came from and are so eager to get back to."&lt;br /&gt;Bator looked at him sideways to ask "If you would?  It's been quite an ordeal for ya I would think.  Why don't you stay for the night?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6180358141658263259-9330975545779556?l=themeandrous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themeandrous.blogspot.com/feeds/9330975545779556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6180358141658263259&amp;postID=9330975545779556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180358141658263259/posts/default/9330975545779556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180358141658263259/posts/default/9330975545779556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themeandrous.blogspot.com/2008/01/chapter-13-rough-draft.html' title='Chapter 17  The Halls of Passage'/><author><name>Paul Clos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107800733658434050191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-c_ElzD_iBI8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAJZw/D8Alny7W6BE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180358141658263259.post-7311357642571540574</id><published>2007-11-06T18:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T04:13:01.885-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 16  Never too careful</title><content type='html'>Bator (Ba`torr`) had Xavier meet everyone they ran into.&lt;br /&gt;Bator was a nice guy!  And everyone showed it when Xavier was introduced by him.&lt;br /&gt;If your Bator's friend, then your they're friend as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a weird thing to experience, not knowing where you might end up, being Xavier he took it kind of well.  Everyone is new to him but given a chance depending on how they act from here on out.  It could decipher what kind of person they may be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cautious?&lt;br /&gt;He travels on...&lt;br /&gt;Never knowing what may be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6180358141658263259-7311357642571540574?l=themeandrous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themeandrous.blogspot.com/feeds/7311357642571540574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6180358141658263259&amp;postID=7311357642571540574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180358141658263259/posts/default/7311357642571540574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180358141658263259/posts/default/7311357642571540574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themeandrous.blogspot.com/2007/11/bator-batorr-had-xavier-meet-everyone.html' title='Chapter 16  Never too careful'/><author><name>Paul Clos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107800733658434050191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-c_ElzD_iBI8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAJZw/D8Alny7W6BE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180358141658263259.post-9023733087414365876</id><published>2007-11-01T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T18:28:12.907-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 15  Wrong door</title><content type='html'>Before he knew it, Xavier was being thrown out onto an edge of a cliff and almost fell to his death.&lt;br /&gt;He grabbed at anything just to keep from falling.  He was slipping slowly to his death...&lt;br /&gt;He didn't think rationally?  Again first impulse!  Look where its got you!  He thought?&lt;br /&gt;How are you going to get out of this one?....&lt;br /&gt;A city lie beneath him where his last actions could prove to be fatal?  His left hand grips the only thing between him and the city below him.&lt;br /&gt;He tries to use his right hand to grab at anything?&lt;br /&gt;He grabs a hold of a hand?  Someone is helping him.&lt;br /&gt;Xavier looks up in astonishment to see a barbarian type person was helping him to safety.&lt;br /&gt;Making his way up from the help of what it appeared to be a angry pissed off Barbarian, turned out to be quite considerate?&lt;br /&gt;"Hey there!  You almost looked like quite a mess down there on the city!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thanks for your help...  I appreciate it..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bator is the name!  What's yours?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Xavier"&lt;br /&gt;He said wondering where he was while looking down at the city made from stone blocks and glass domes for almost every building?&lt;br /&gt;"Amazing City down there..."  Is all Xavier could mutter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pleased to meet ya Xavier!  Now let me get ya to somewhere to relax down there... some were skeptical, but now your here and there's no denying that!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xavier thought...  Skeptical...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of what?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6180358141658263259-9023733087414365876?l=themeandrous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themeandrous.blogspot.com/feeds/9023733087414365876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6180358141658263259&amp;postID=9023733087414365876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180358141658263259/posts/default/9023733087414365876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180358141658263259/posts/default/9023733087414365876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themeandrous.blogspot.com/2007/11/before-he-knew-it-xavier-was-being.html' title='Chapter 15  Wrong door'/><author><name>Paul Clos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107800733658434050191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-c_ElzD_iBI8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAJZw/D8Alny7W6BE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180358141658263259.post-5124106074618384251</id><published>2007-10-31T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T18:26:26.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 14  The right way</title><content type='html'>Xavier realized the recent blood was going down through cracks of the floor?&lt;br /&gt;Another floor below.&lt;br /&gt;The blood was flowing right to it?   After breaking away the floor he saw the gold pieces getting wet with the dripping blood from the recent kill.&lt;br /&gt;What kind of beast could kill him where he stood,  still crossed his mind?&lt;br /&gt;Better to just keep on moving, was his first thought and also the last as there was no hesitation going through the hole he made.&lt;br /&gt;He didn't know if he was going the right way but it was to late to think about that.&lt;br /&gt;Just keep moving?  He told himself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The room below had so much gold that on a place like Earth it would be worth billions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of Course Xavier pocketed a couple coins for later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Can't wait to go home"!  He thought?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a door similar to what he first saw blue and glowing just for him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should he go through it?&lt;br /&gt;He stood and had to think about it extensively, as it grew more light as he led closer to it.&lt;br /&gt;He felt a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;mesmerized&lt;/span&gt; by it as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He decided he was going through it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6180358141658263259-5124106074618384251?l=themeandrous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themeandrous.blogspot.com/feeds/5124106074618384251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6180358141658263259&amp;postID=5124106074618384251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180358141658263259/posts/default/5124106074618384251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180358141658263259/posts/default/5124106074618384251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themeandrous.blogspot.com/2007/10/xavier-realized-recent-blood-was-going.html' title='Chapter 14  The right way'/><author><name>Paul Clos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107800733658434050191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-c_ElzD_iBI8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAJZw/D8Alny7W6BE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180358141658263259.post-3729601927430631312</id><published>2007-10-11T16:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T18:12:19.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 13  Trails</title><content type='html'>Every torch 15-20 feet away from each other, fired upon opposite sides startling him a little.&lt;br /&gt;The tunnel walls led down the hall, further than he could see.  There were hundreds, possibly thousands of different ways to choose from.&lt;br /&gt;"That doesn't seem right" he thought?&lt;br /&gt;As he put out his torch.&lt;br /&gt;"None of this seems right"?&lt;br /&gt;A lot of the halls to the left and right looked like they could go on forever.   Much like the one directly in front of him.&lt;br /&gt;How was he to know which hall to go down?&lt;br /&gt;There was a steady noise but he couldn't quite tell what it was.&lt;br /&gt;It was coming from every direction but it was really low.&lt;br /&gt;He continued to a particular hall and decided to go left down that one.   For no reason except that he had to go down one of them, eventually.  It was somewhat shorter than the rest at least.&lt;br /&gt;He took another left at first hall which led to small room.&lt;br /&gt;Bones all across the floor and blood stains all over the walls.  There was a lot of different skulls and bones he did not recognize.&lt;br /&gt;Xavier was no doctor, but he could tell that certain bones were not like his own.&lt;br /&gt;He backed out of the room quickly sword and shield in hand.  Wondering if the sword might be of any kind of use?&lt;br /&gt;He never swung a real sword before!  When he was a child he played with friends sword fighting of course.  But this was a little different to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;He went straight to the other side which also led to a room.&lt;br /&gt;But this room to his surprise had hundreds of books and scrolls.  There was a table in the center of the room with maps laid out along with books and scrolls laying around.&lt;br /&gt;There was also the blood spot of the previous viewer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6180358141658263259-3729601927430631312?l=themeandrous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themeandrous.blogspot.com/feeds/3729601927430631312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6180358141658263259&amp;postID=3729601927430631312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180358141658263259/posts/default/3729601927430631312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180358141658263259/posts/default/3729601927430631312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themeandrous.blogspot.com/2007/10/every-torch-15-20-feet-away-from-each.html' title='Chapter 13  Trails'/><author><name>Paul Clos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107800733658434050191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-c_ElzD_iBI8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAJZw/D8Alny7W6BE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180358141658263259.post-5613827314672549942</id><published>2007-10-07T16:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T16:47:12.879-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 12  Going Down</title><content type='html'>The queen led him down to the bottom of the castle.&lt;br /&gt;"This is where we part Xavier.  I hope you succeed."&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of the room was a large stone.  Namar and a couple of guards began pushing it to reveal more stairs.&lt;br /&gt;"Here it is Xavier."  Namar told him.&lt;br /&gt;"The passage to the underworld.  No one has been down there for many years.  It will lead you to the book.  But be very careful, it's going to be dangerous."&lt;br /&gt;"What do you mean, aren't you going with me?"  Xavier said concerned.&lt;br /&gt;"I wish I could. But if I were to go down there I would become slowly sick and die.  It is cursed and evil.  There are spirits and demons down there, that you may have to face while searching for the book.  But I made up this pack full of food and weapons."  Namar handed him a backpack.&lt;br /&gt;"There is potions and magical items in it.  Here is a list I made up of instructions on how to use them.  And oh ya, here is your sword.  Swing it mercilessly!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is too much.  I don't know if I can do this?"Xavier said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Namar walked to him and placed his hand on his shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;"I know I don't know you well, but I know you can do this.  There is a certain kind of ora around you.  I can see it in your eyes as well.  You are the only one.  I can't make you do this.  No one can.  But please, we all need you and we are running out of time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xavier asked "But what happens if I fail?"&lt;br /&gt;Namar looked down taking his hand away from Xaviers shoulder.  "You won't.  And don't ever doubt yourself.  You  cannot fail."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xavier thought about it.  "I feel like I've never had anything to live for?  No purpose in my life.  Always wondering around never getting to close to anyone.  Knowing that someday I would have a purpose in life.  But I never thought it would be like this.  I'll do it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The queen approached him.&lt;br /&gt;"You are a good man Xavier.  I wish the best of luck to ya."&lt;br /&gt;Then she ever so gently kissed him on his left cheek.&lt;br /&gt;"I have something for you.  It was once the Kings, rest his soul, died in his bed." "Bring it here!"&lt;br /&gt;She motioned to the guards who brought her a shield.&lt;br /&gt;She was kind of young to be a queen.  Xavier wondered how old the King was to have died in his bed?&lt;br /&gt;"May it bring you great courage on your journey for the book."&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you."  Xavier nodded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well I guess I'll be on my way."&lt;br /&gt;Xavier starred at the stairs for a moment and sighed heavily, and lit his torch from the fireplace. Making his way down the stairs,&lt;br /&gt;he heard them pushing the stone back into place over the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;"Wait!"  Xavier screamed up to them.&lt;br /&gt;"What are you doing?"&lt;br /&gt;Namar answered.  "Don't worry.  We need to put the stone back so nothing gets out."&lt;br /&gt;"But how am I supposed to get back out?"Xavier asked.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh ya.  The book will tell you everything you'll need to know.  Trust me you'll get back out.  Good luck!"&lt;br /&gt;Then they continued to cover up the hole.&lt;br /&gt;Xavier felt more alone now, then he had in his whole life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6180358141658263259-5613827314672549942?l=themeandrous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themeandrous.blogspot.com/feeds/5613827314672549942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6180358141658263259&amp;postID=5613827314672549942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180358141658263259/posts/default/5613827314672549942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180358141658263259/posts/default/5613827314672549942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themeandrous.blogspot.com/2007/10/queen-led-him-down-to-bottom-of-castle.html' title='Chapter 12  Going Down'/><author><name>Paul Clos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107800733658434050191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-c_ElzD_iBI8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAJZw/D8Alny7W6BE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180358141658263259.post-9133654338800842127</id><published>2007-09-18T16:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T17:36:54.244-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 11  The Utmostimportance</title><content type='html'>The queen was confident Xavier was the so called one.  Xavier could only think how none of this is possible.  The two guards at the gate were correct.  Him, be of such importance&lt;br /&gt;for his world and theirs as well?&lt;br /&gt;They must have the wrong guy?&lt;br /&gt;Her knowledge of the book, was a lot more detailed than Namar's.&lt;br /&gt;She explained in detail, him going to the hotel and finding the blue door.&lt;br /&gt;Although the hotel she had referred to as a Inn.  It still had an impact on him.&lt;br /&gt;How could this be?&lt;br /&gt;"Please Xavier, we must retrieve The Book Of Knowledge."&lt;br /&gt;The queen Dashuran asked.  "I would be in your debt forever.  Although I must warn you, obtaining the book will not be easy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have to ask, how does this effect my home?  What's going to happen to Earth?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The queen stated.  "The book says that the doors will be gateways for evil to pass freely from  your world and many others.  You see,  this is not only for your world and mine but for the universe.  Chaos would coincide to become a home on every planet, an evil home for every wrongful being around, would thrive!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6180358141658263259-9133654338800842127?l=themeandrous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themeandrous.blogspot.com/feeds/9133654338800842127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6180358141658263259&amp;postID=9133654338800842127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180358141658263259/posts/default/9133654338800842127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180358141658263259/posts/default/9133654338800842127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themeandrous.blogspot.com/2007/09/chapter-11.html' title='Chapter 11  The Utmostimportance'/><author><name>Paul Clos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107800733658434050191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-c_ElzD_iBI8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAJZw/D8Alny7W6BE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180358141658263259.post-1698188744696431913</id><published>2007-09-15T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T19:18:26.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 10  The Fight Continues</title><content type='html'>Wars have always been in Hasetts life.   His army of men called The Beast Killers  about 20,000 of them were defending the world.  But he had no idea that the wars would only increase in the days to come.  Wars against the Wilder's have always been.  And in Hasetts  mind it would probably never stop?&lt;br /&gt;Hasett hated the Wilder's with a passion.  Nasty beasts that have no compassion for anything or anyone.  Huge beasts with long brown hair and ravenous teeth to eat the dead after they killed.&lt;br /&gt;Man against beast.  Although the beasts are intelligent enough to have some of the best war tactics Hasett has seen.  Considering what they kill is their diner, makes them even more dangerous.&lt;br /&gt;No prisoners of war for them.&lt;br /&gt;Hasett  was on a hill to overlook the progress of his army.&lt;br /&gt;The Wilders tried to surround his army but the flanks did not succeed.&lt;br /&gt;"Stupid beasts!"&lt;br /&gt;He said aloud.&lt;br /&gt;He knew they might try that.&lt;br /&gt;If they attacked up the gut they may of had a chance.&lt;br /&gt;Hasett did warn his army of that too.&lt;br /&gt;He was beginning to understand their tactics.&lt;br /&gt;The Beast Killers were doing their job well and by the end of it, the Wilders retreated.&lt;br /&gt;Hasett was pleased.  Back to the Kingdom to revise some of his plans.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6180358141658263259-1698188744696431913?l=themeandrous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themeandrous.blogspot.com/feeds/1698188744696431913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6180358141658263259&amp;postID=1698188744696431913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180358141658263259/posts/default/1698188744696431913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180358141658263259/posts/default/1698188744696431913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themeandrous.blogspot.com/2007/09/chapter-10-fight-continues.html' title='Chapter 10  The Fight Continues'/><author><name>Paul Clos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107800733658434050191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-c_ElzD_iBI8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAJZw/D8Alny7W6BE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180358141658263259.post-1506888747143342937</id><published>2007-09-10T16:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T16:28:51.507-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 9 The Castle</title><content type='html'>Inside the castle the walls and ceilings seemed to made of marble.  Black carpets with gold fringes everywhere.  He was led down the halls to a large room where the queen sat.  She was  eating at a very large table.&lt;br /&gt;"Namar"  The queen acknowledged waving him in.&lt;br /&gt;"Sit down, eat.  Is that him?"&lt;br /&gt;Motioning towards Xavier.&lt;br /&gt;Namar nodded "Yes my Queen."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You don't have to call me your queen.  Call me Darshuan Namar. You know that!  Same thing goes for you Xavier, eat if you like."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xavier was stunned "How do you know my name?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Queen smiled "I know more about than you may think.  Sit down now, eat, drink.  You must be starving!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The queen was a beautiful woman in her own way.  She definitely was not ugly.  There was something about her that was attractive.  He was not sure what it was but there was something about her attitude that made him feel comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;Xavier was hungry and thirsty, so he did not decline her offer to eat and drink.&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you."&lt;br /&gt;Was all he could say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6180358141658263259-1506888747143342937?l=themeandrous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themeandrous.blogspot.com/feeds/1506888747143342937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6180358141658263259&amp;postID=1506888747143342937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180358141658263259/posts/default/1506888747143342937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180358141658263259/posts/default/1506888747143342937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themeandrous.blogspot.com/2007/09/inside-castle-walls-and-ceilings-seemed.html' title='Chapter 9 The Castle'/><author><name>Paul Clos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107800733658434050191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-c_ElzD_iBI8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAJZw/D8Alny7W6BE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180358141658263259.post-8482890368710359697</id><published>2007-08-31T15:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T16:30:28.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 8 The Beginning</title><content type='html'>They were greeted at the gate by two men guarding it forcefully making an X with spears.&lt;br /&gt;The two of them brave as they may be seemed to be no match for Namar.&lt;br /&gt;"Stop right there Namar!  You know the rules, no outsiders allowed!"&lt;br /&gt;Namar calmly stopped in compliance of the two soldiers and gestured behind him towards Xavier.&lt;br /&gt;"This is Xavier.  He is lost and needs to see queen Lenionor.  He may be help to her and your people."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two guards glanced at each other in amazement.&lt;br /&gt;Then began laughing.&lt;br /&gt;"Him?"&lt;br /&gt;"How could he possibly be any kind of help!  Just look at him"&lt;br /&gt;Xavier was thinking the same thing.  He doesn't even know where he is let alone help?&lt;br /&gt;Namar must have been simply trying to get them inside?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Trust me the queen will want to see him."&lt;br /&gt;Namar said nicely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, no, explicit words from the queen no outsiders are allowed."&lt;br /&gt;The guards didn't want to budge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now!"&lt;br /&gt;Namar commanded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guards suddenly looked flustered and a little scared but not by much.&lt;br /&gt;"Okay,okay, no need to yell Namar..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As they both fumbled with keys to the gates, trying to outdo each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They opened the blue gates that led to a path of rocks&lt;br /&gt;towards the Castle doors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Namar and Xavier got closer to the doors, they began to get bright like the first door he came up to.&lt;br /&gt;"Just as I thought.  You match the description perfectively!"&lt;br /&gt;Namar said excitingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xavier had to ask...&lt;br /&gt;"What description?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Namar stopped and then turned to him.&lt;br /&gt;"Look, you just have to trust me.  You will find out everything you need to know when the time is right."&lt;br /&gt;Xavier said.  "No"&lt;br /&gt;"I must be told right now.  How 'am I supposed to trust you?  I don't even know you.  And I especially don't like the sounds of, you'll tell me when the time is right?  Because whenever I have heard that before it means I probably wouldn't want to do it at all?  So what is going on here?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Namar examined Xavier for a few seconds but to Xavier it felt like minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Very well."  Namar said convinced somehow.&lt;br /&gt;"The brunt of it is, if you do not help you will never see your home again.&lt;br /&gt;As the book says if you do not fulfill the requirements, all may be lost."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What book?  And how do you know it is me they're talking about?"&lt;br /&gt;Xavier said, skeptical as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We have notes from the book.  It' is called The Book of Knowledge and it is said to describe a young man of your appearance, trying to enter a red door not knowing where he was at or even what he is doing.  He also would Claim to be from another World.  But what really sold me was the way the doors light up when your near them.  The book said only you would be able to light up the doors far brighter than anyone else."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You've never read the book?"&lt;br /&gt;Xavier asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No not personally.  No one has for a long time now.  All we have are notes to go by.&lt;br /&gt;You are the one to retrieve the book from the Talhantarum.  Once the Book of Knowledge is retrieved it is only the beginning."Namar said matter of factly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xavier couldn't believe what he was hearing.  Only the beginning?  What did Namar mean by that?  And he was to retrieve the book from somewhere?&lt;br /&gt;His mind was racing more than it had ever before in his life.  This made no sense, doors lighting up for him only, like he was the chosen one from who knows how long ago?  Who wrote this book and how did they know this would happen just like this?  There is too much unexplained.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6180358141658263259-8482890368710359697?l=themeandrous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themeandrous.blogspot.com/feeds/8482890368710359697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6180358141658263259&amp;postID=8482890368710359697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180358141658263259/posts/default/8482890368710359697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180358141658263259/posts/default/8482890368710359697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themeandrous.blogspot.com/2007/08/they-were-greeted-at-gate-by-two-men.html' title='Chapter 8 The Beginning'/><author><name>Paul Clos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107800733658434050191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-c_ElzD_iBI8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAJZw/D8Alny7W6BE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180358141658263259.post-1658418971201643221</id><published>2007-08-22T18:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T16:32:12.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 7 Namar</title><content type='html'>"You do not want to go through the red doors.  Just trust me on that one."&lt;br /&gt;The man said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well then, where am I and what is your name?"&lt;br /&gt;Xavier asked, kind of not knowing who he is dealing with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm Namar.   And you are?"  He said as he stood up.&lt;br /&gt;Namar was intimidating, the size of him was astounding.&lt;br /&gt;He had to be 275 lbs. but all of it possibly fit to kill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm Xavier."&lt;br /&gt;"But you still haven't told me where I'am?"&lt;br /&gt;Trying to keep his composure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's because I cannot tell you what I do not know." The man called Namar said.&lt;br /&gt;"The only thing I do know is that they call this place Fruthas."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh?"&lt;br /&gt;Xavier said more curious than ever.&lt;br /&gt;"Fruthas huh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Follow me, I know of a place."&lt;br /&gt;Namar said as he began to walk away, without even seeing if Xavier followed.&lt;br /&gt;Xavier took a look around and thought, maybe he might want to follow him?  Or at least until he knew what was going on.  So he followed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They came upon a place that looked like a castle, surrounded by protective walls and a gate in the center.  The doors leading into the castle were blue in color, much like the door he came through he realized.  Same design and everything?&lt;br /&gt;This might be a good sign?&lt;br /&gt;Xavier thought.&lt;br /&gt;But Xavier is skeptical sometimes and wondered if Namar was true to his words?&lt;br /&gt;He could easially guide Xavier into a trap?&lt;br /&gt;After all he did not know Namar at all!&lt;br /&gt;But then again Namar could have already crushed him if he wanted to.&lt;br /&gt;He wondered?&lt;br /&gt;Somehow after all that has happened, he had a second thought about Namar.&lt;br /&gt;Then he thought maybe keep a close eye on him and anyone else he may encounter.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully these people at this castle could know a way home?&lt;br /&gt;Home!  That's a weird thought?&lt;br /&gt;Not an option he thought he would want, the day before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was thirsty and hungry.  Two signs to possibly  to rest for a minute and regain some thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;"I hope their good people?"&lt;br /&gt;Xavier said under his breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They are!"&lt;br /&gt;Namar commented and laughed as if he heard him, making his way up the hills.&lt;br /&gt;Xavier was not sure if he actually did hear him or not?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6180358141658263259-1658418971201643221?l=themeandrous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themeandrous.blogspot.com/feeds/1658418971201643221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6180358141658263259&amp;postID=1658418971201643221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180358141658263259/posts/default/1658418971201643221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180358141658263259/posts/default/1658418971201643221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themeandrous.blogspot.com/2007/08/you-do-not-want-to-go-through-red-doors.html' title='Chapter 7 Namar'/><author><name>Paul Clos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107800733658434050191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-c_ElzD_iBI8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAJZw/D8Alny7W6BE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180358141658263259.post-2397804324476847480</id><published>2007-08-13T18:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T16:34:17.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 6 Across the River</title><content type='html'>Across the river from the terrible hallucinations he came upon a tree that had fallen to provide a way to the other side.&lt;br /&gt;Half way across the tree he saw another door like the one he came through to get where he is now.  Except it was lit in a red neon color.&lt;br /&gt;So he made his way to the other side of the embankment.&lt;br /&gt;He was so glad to find another door, that he immediately went to turn the handle to open it.  Hoping for a different atmosphere of some sort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You know nothing of what is going on, do you?"&lt;br /&gt;He heard the voice from behind him as he turned.&lt;br /&gt;A man in ragged black robe sat like a lump on a log, eyeing him.&lt;br /&gt;He had a scruffy beard and was wearing a hat that kind of sagged down a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No I do not."  Xavier said honestly.  "Do you know?  Because I went through a door that was blue and the door disappeared?  This one is red?  So I thought it may take me back to where I was before.  Not knowing for sure, I was going to at least try?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man sat back and replied "You still have no idea huh?&lt;br /&gt;No one told you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xavier had to tell him.&lt;br /&gt;"Your the first thing alive I've seen."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man finally said "I'll tell ya later."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xavier was completely confused.&lt;br /&gt;"Tell me what exactly?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the man said nothing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6180358141658263259-2397804324476847480?l=themeandrous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themeandrous.blogspot.com/feeds/2397804324476847480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6180358141658263259&amp;postID=2397804324476847480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180358141658263259/posts/default/2397804324476847480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180358141658263259/posts/default/2397804324476847480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themeandrous.blogspot.com/2007/08/across-river-from-terrible.html' title='Chapter 6 Across the River'/><author><name>Paul Clos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107800733658434050191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-c_ElzD_iBI8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAJZw/D8Alny7W6BE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180358141658263259.post-8063499702721123165</id><published>2007-08-09T17:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T21:45:08.299-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 5 The Difference</title><content type='html'>Xavier woke up again, except exactly where he was positioned when he went to sleep.  All of his clothing and shoes were in tact?  His stomach hurt though.  He realized right then it must be the water making him dream and hallucinate like that.&lt;br /&gt;He had to stand up and walk around. Laying on his stomach eased the pain a little.  Then his skin started itching and his head hurt.&lt;br /&gt;Should have never drank that water!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked at his arms, it seemed the moonlight was the only light and his hair was growing out of control from everywhere!&lt;br /&gt;I'm becoming a huge hairball?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon after, that feeling went away as well.&lt;br /&gt;This is not right?  He thought?&lt;br /&gt;He tried sleeping again...&lt;br /&gt;Weird dreams came and went, but nothing seemed as real as when he turned into a beast and hair growing from every region of his body.&lt;br /&gt;He sat up against a tree.&lt;br /&gt;He had really lost all reality.  But then as he looked around,  he was very far from his own reality.&lt;br /&gt;It may seem the same, sort of visually but he knew there were differences in this place.  Far different than where he was from.&lt;br /&gt;He knew that the smell was different, the sounds, even the color seemed a little off?&lt;br /&gt;Weird?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was becoming daylight and he began to get hungry.&lt;br /&gt;But where was he going to get food?&lt;br /&gt;Best not to worry about that now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least whatever it was that the water had in it, was wearing off on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he continued down the river looking for a way to get across it.  Because he knew that if drinking it did something?  Swimming through it may be a real bad idea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6180358141658263259-8063499702721123165?l=themeandrous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themeandrous.blogspot.com/feeds/8063499702721123165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6180358141658263259&amp;postID=8063499702721123165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180358141658263259/posts/default/8063499702721123165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180358141658263259/posts/default/8063499702721123165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themeandrous.blogspot.com/2007/08/chapter-5-difference.html' title='Chapter 5 The Difference'/><author><name>Paul Clos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107800733658434050191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-c_ElzD_iBI8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAJZw/D8Alny7W6BE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180358141658263259.post-4938308159549445627</id><published>2007-08-08T16:04:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T18:37:12.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 4 Life Savings</title><content type='html'>Not knowing what to expect when he opened the door, he saw a forest and hills much like where he was standing.  The difference was that it was daytime through the door.  It was just after midnight where he was, but through the door it looked as if it was mid afternoon?&lt;br /&gt;Curiously he stared into the world that looked much like his own.  Trying to find something out of the ordinary but could find nothing besides the time change?&lt;br /&gt;Could it be another place on earth? Or a whole new world?&lt;br /&gt;Without thinking much more Xavier stuck his hand out through the door and&lt;br /&gt;suddenly he was sucked in and then was thrown onto the ground of the other side, directly on a stick.&lt;br /&gt;It only slightly hurt poking him in the ribs and rolling along the ground through the leaves.&lt;br /&gt;He propped himself up with his right arm to look back at where he came from.&lt;br /&gt;There was no sign of any door or any thing he came through.&lt;br /&gt;Must have been a portal of some sort.&lt;br /&gt;Not good, now how am I supposed to get back?  He thought as he pushed himself up.&lt;br /&gt;Looking around it all seemed to be the same.  Woods and hills all around.&lt;br /&gt;He did realize one difference though, there was no sign of wildlife.  No sounds of birds or animals.&lt;br /&gt;Instead there was sounds in the distance of a river or water flowing somewhere behind him?&lt;br /&gt;He decided he was going to go toward the sound of water.&lt;br /&gt;But once he got about ten feet away he thought maybe he should mark the spot where he came through.  Maybe the door will come back?&lt;br /&gt;So he gathered up sticks and made a little tepee almost as if he was going to build a fire.  Then he went to a tree in the direction of the sound of the water and tore off some bark.&lt;br /&gt;There, now he could continue.&lt;br /&gt;More walking, great!&lt;br /&gt;He walked until his feet hurt when he approached the river.&lt;br /&gt;Xavier dare not drink it,&lt;br /&gt;but he was so thirsty.&lt;br /&gt;The river looked clear enough.&lt;br /&gt;He walked up to it and got down on his hands and knees to get a closer look.&lt;br /&gt;He couped his hand to get a drink, then he examined it.  Appeared to look good enough.&lt;br /&gt;So he drank just enough to get rid of his thirst.&lt;br /&gt;His taste buds were thankful.  Some of the purest water he had ever encountered!&lt;br /&gt;He sat back against a tree to take a break.&lt;br /&gt;Dusk was approaching and he thought he should build a fire near the water so he didn't die of thirst.  There seemed to be nothing around.  He might have to stay the night right where he was.&lt;br /&gt;In any case he was exhausted by then.&lt;br /&gt;He got wood together but couldn't start the fire.  He ended up using the four dollars he had left in his pocket to get it started.&lt;br /&gt;"There goes my life saving" he said aloud with a chuckle.&lt;br /&gt;This isn't so bad sitting by the fire, he thought about the door and where he was.&lt;br /&gt;He then layed down resting his head on his hands clasped together.  He was sound asleep in minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He awoke soon after to his body aching.  Changing into something.  Looking down at his arms his skin turned into leather and green bumps all over.  His feet broke through his shoes widening and his nails grew into claws as well with his hands.  His clothing ripped off and then he was wild with instincts of a wild beast.  His arms turned into legs,  his tongue was long between his razor sharp teeth and his mouth was wide with a long snout.  Xavier was no longer human.&lt;br /&gt;The beast went off towards the sound of life.  It could even smell it.&lt;br /&gt;He was a beast ravaging in the night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6180358141658263259-4938308159549445627?l=themeandrous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themeandrous.blogspot.com/feeds/4938308159549445627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6180358141658263259&amp;postID=4938308159549445627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180358141658263259/posts/default/4938308159549445627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180358141658263259/posts/default/4938308159549445627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themeandrous.blogspot.com/2007/08/life-savings.html' title='Chapter 4 Life Savings'/><author><name>Paul Clos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107800733658434050191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-c_ElzD_iBI8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAJZw/D8Alny7W6BE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180358141658263259.post-8424672324772100327</id><published>2007-07-04T03:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T21:11:38.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 3 The Hills</title><content type='html'>Xaviers mind had been racing after his long day.&lt;br /&gt;He had nothing it seemed.&lt;br /&gt;"Enough TV"  he thought (not even watching it anyways) and went outside on the balcony for a cigarette.&lt;br /&gt;Leaning on the wooden railing with cement flooring beneath him he smoked.  Looking over the distant scenery of hills and darkness behind the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;Listening  to crickets and the humming of power lines around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When suddenly he noticed a light in the hills past the parking lot.&lt;br /&gt;A glowing sort of light with a blueish tint to it.&lt;br /&gt;He couldn't exactly see what it was from, but somehow he knew it wasn't any ordinary light.&lt;br /&gt;The light seemed to get brighter and brighter,then dim out a little.&lt;br /&gt;Then again it lit up and dimmed almost all the way out.&lt;br /&gt;But just like before it came back bright again?&lt;br /&gt;A hill was obscuring his view a little, from seeing the whole thing perfectly clear.&lt;br /&gt;Curiosity took over and he had to find out what this light was behind those hills.&lt;br /&gt;Besides he had nothing better to do.&lt;br /&gt;He quickly went back into the hotel room to get his socks and shoes, because he was barefoot out side.&lt;br /&gt;Wearing only a tank top, he put on an over shirt and his hooded sweatshirt in case of mosquitoes.&lt;br /&gt;Going back outside he saw that the blueish glow was still there.&lt;br /&gt;So he began walking down the balcony, running his hand along the railing looking anxiously to make sure it was still there.&lt;br /&gt;Down the steps and past the parking lot he jumped the fence enclosing the parking lot.&lt;br /&gt;Landing in leaves rustling about, he looked around to see if anyone was outside.  No one in sight he continued on towards where he saw the light.&lt;br /&gt;Up and down and around trees he got closer and closer until over the next hill he saw the blue light brighter than ever.&lt;br /&gt;Finally he came upon it to discover a metal piece of some kind.  The design outlined intricately in blue,  the whole thing seemed to have burned through the earth somehow.  On a upwards angle it layed on the hill about 5 foot in length and about three feet wide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly the blue light then dimmed as he approached closer but it never left its total glow.&lt;br /&gt;The thing looked ancient.&lt;br /&gt;Xavier didn't know if it was hundreds or even thousands of years old.&lt;br /&gt;On the left side near the middle there seemed to be a handle to a door?   As he drew closer it, it glowed even more.&lt;br /&gt;It appeared to be a handle at a closer look.&lt;br /&gt;The door would be opening outward.&lt;br /&gt;That is if he decided to pull it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xavier thought about it and decided to pull it open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as he pulled the door, it would not budge?&lt;br /&gt;He tried a harder pull&lt;br /&gt;and still nothing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would not open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"One more try" or I'm going back he thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He tried something different this time.&lt;br /&gt;Turn the handle left or right.&lt;br /&gt;The handle turned left but not right.  So he turned it in a circle to the left till it wouldn't turn anymore.  He then lifted up on the handle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The door finally did open...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6180358141658263259-8424672324772100327?l=themeandrous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themeandrous.blogspot.com/feeds/8424672324772100327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6180358141658263259&amp;postID=8424672324772100327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180358141658263259/posts/default/8424672324772100327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180358141658263259/posts/default/8424672324772100327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themeandrous.blogspot.com/2007/07/xaviers-mind-had-been-tied-in-knots.html' title='Chapter 3 The Hills'/><author><name>Paul Clos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107800733658434050191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-c_ElzD_iBI8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAJZw/D8Alny7W6BE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180358141658263259.post-4953340561113071281</id><published>2007-07-03T22:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T18:13:52.924-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 2 The Hotel</title><content type='html'>The bell rings as Xavier walked through the door.  Inside the hotel there was a old man behind the counter.  There was some gray hairs sticking up on the back of his head with an attempted comb over.   He seemed to be  about  ninety years old, all hunched over, sitting on a stool.&lt;br /&gt;"How may I help you?"&lt;br /&gt;The old man says as he can't take his eyes away from the Three Stooges on the TV.&lt;br /&gt;"I need a room please."&lt;br /&gt;Xavier says as he reaches into his front pants pocket for cash.&lt;br /&gt;"How many people are staying?"The old man asks finally turning away from the TV show.&lt;br /&gt;"Just me, that's it..."&lt;br /&gt;Xavier sighs and runs his fingers through his hair, leaning on the counter.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh I see?"The old man looked suddenly concerned.&lt;br /&gt;"Is everything alright?"&lt;br /&gt;Xavier nodded " Yea, just has been a long day."&lt;br /&gt;"Alright I'll fix ya right up with a room in a jiffy."&lt;br /&gt;With shaky hands he proceeded to make bedroom arrangements for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the old man was finally done and Xavier was on his way to his room, all he could think about was the four dollars he had left.  Xavier had always been a big worrier but for once he thought he had a good reason to be worried.&lt;br /&gt;Four dollars would not get him very far.  He was lucky to get the room at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second floor with walkway balconies for every floor.  Which is nice he thought.&lt;br /&gt;He passed by a few rooms with their doors cracked or all the way opened.&lt;br /&gt;Odd?&lt;br /&gt;Sort of trusting people maybe?&lt;br /&gt;Not Xavier though not that he needed to worry about being robed anymore.&lt;br /&gt;He still closed the door behind him when he got to his room.  But the whole time while watching TV, the door being unlocked was in the back of his mind plaguing him.&lt;br /&gt;So when he decided to take a shower he locked it with a feeling of relief.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6180358141658263259-4953340561113071281?l=themeandrous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themeandrous.blogspot.com/feeds/4953340561113071281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6180358141658263259&amp;postID=4953340561113071281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180358141658263259/posts/default/4953340561113071281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180358141658263259/posts/default/4953340561113071281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themeandrous.blogspot.com/2007/07/bell-rings-as-xavier-walked-through.html' title='Chapter 2 The Hotel'/><author><name>Paul Clos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107800733658434050191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-c_ElzD_iBI8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAJZw/D8Alny7W6BE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6180358141658263259.post-667991845720798047</id><published>2007-07-03T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T18:17:08.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 1 The Walk</title><content type='html'>Xavier Frolten was a humble young man in his early twenties.  Very little family to speak of and only a selected few friends he could rely on if he had to.&lt;br /&gt;But of course he would never ask for their help.  Not even now, with no place to live.  Wandering the streets pondering of what he should do next?&lt;br /&gt;Trying to clear his mind staring at the sidewalk, moving along further and further away from what he knew.&lt;br /&gt;It was dark and he had been walking for hours.  Now only the street lights lit the way to wherever he might end up.&lt;br /&gt;He needed a place to stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He saw a hotel up the road and realized how tired he was.  So he ventured in that direction.  He only had enough money to stay for one night and then what?&lt;br /&gt;He had no clue.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't matter to him though.&lt;br /&gt;He was done with the way things were.  He needed change.&lt;br /&gt;But if he knew what was about to happen, he may have never ventured out alone that evening...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6180358141658263259-667991845720798047?l=themeandrous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themeandrous.blogspot.com/feeds/667991845720798047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6180358141658263259&amp;postID=667991845720798047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180358141658263259/posts/default/667991845720798047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6180358141658263259/posts/default/667991845720798047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themeandrous.blogspot.com/2007/07/walk.html' title='Chapter 1 The Walk'/><author><name>Paul Clos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107800733658434050191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-c_ElzD_iBI8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAJZw/D8Alny7W6BE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
