posted on Dec, 17 2015 @ 03:12 PM
The sacred oath has been taken. The five must be killed.
Calm Mike, cool as a cucumber, sword at his side, shield on his back, strolls into the village of Gilded Lily. A small village made up of one dirt
road and ten dilapidated buildings. The first thing he sees is a young elf girl selling flowers from a bag slung over her shoulder. When Calm Mike
sees the young elf girl he has a vision of light emanating from behind the girl and shadows stretching in front of her. The vision quickly
disappears. The young elf girl notices Calm Mike's attention and skips towards him. Her grubby dress clashes with the fresh flowers woven throughout
her hair. Calm Mike stops and waits for the girl to get to him. Being an elf, the young girls every footfall seems to be part of an orchestrated
dance, a dance whose rhythm, is the rhythm of the heart beat of the earth itself.
When the young girl reaches Calm Mike. She looks up and says, her voice in the song like cadence of the elves, “Would you please buy a flower
mister. Its almost sun down and I don't want to be beaten. For missing my quota. So please mister, won't you buy a flower”
“Why little sister, I would gladly buy a flower. If it means you will not be beaten”
“I'm not your sister mister. But I'll give you the family deal anyways. Two flowers for one desbari.”
“How much for all the flowers in your bag.”
The young elf girl does some quick math, counting her fingers, then her toes, before replying, “Well I have twenty five flowers, so that is twelve
desbari and one desparu. But I'll give it to you for just twelve desbari.”
“I have changed my mind little sister. I do not want any of the flowers you are selling from your bag. But I will buy the answer to a question and
one of the flowers woven into your hair. For those two things, I will give you fifty desbari. Take twelve desbari and give it to your employer, keep
the rest for yourself. Then, if you sell anymore flowers before sundown. You can keep that money too, little sister. In this way. I win. You win. Your
“Your crazy mister, but what’s your question” says the elf girl as she carefully pulls one of the flowers out of her hair.
“Do you believe in the boogie man?”
“Course I do. Who doesn't. The bakers boy saw him in his closet and under his bed. He told everyone in town. Miss Elenor over at the orphanage said
its all made up hogwash. But the bakers boy ain't the only one who has seen him mister. Lots of kids have. But adults don't always believe us
The young elf girl then hands over the flower she picked out of her hair to Calm Mike. Calm Mike holds the flower up to his forehead with both hands.
Then rolls the flower between his hands crushing the petals and releasing their oils. He brings both hands to his face and back down again, sadness
and fear briefly enters his eyes as he blows the petals off of his hands. Under his breath he whispers one word,”Mahktah”
The young elf girls squints her eyes but says nothing. She does not want to lose the sale. Calm Mike takes out a pouch hidden under his shirt. He
counts out fifty desbari and hands it to the girl. The elf girl quickly takes the money and skips off, scared of Calm Mike changing his mind. When she
is about ten feet away from Calm Mike. She turns around with a huge grin on her face and shouts, “Thank you brother!”
Calm Mike follows the smell of baking bread. The delicious aroma leads him to the town bakery. An establishment called, Crusty Uncles. Inside Crusty
Uncles. Calm Mike finds, a very tall, very muscular, very bald, very mean looking man. The mean looking man is surrounded by cakes, pies, and other
sweet things. Mountains and mountains of colorful confectionery heaven. Unlike anything Calm Mike has ever seen before. Crusty Uncles is not the
average town bakery, baking plain loaves of bread, as a matter of survival. The sight stops Calm Mike in his tracks. He stares dumbfounded at the
glory before him. The mean looking man growls, then points to a sign that says, NO GAWKING. Calm Mike gets the message and walks towards the mean
looking man. The mean looking man glares at Calm Mike the entire time it takes Calm Mike to walk up to him.
Before Calm Mike even reaches the counter. The mean looking man begins to shout, “No free samples. No tastes. No giveaways. No licks. No bites. Only
paying customers allowed. If your not buying. LEAVE!”
“Brother, oh brother. You have brought heaven to this earth. With the wonders you have shown my blessed eyes. All the riches in the world should be
yours. But the world is not fair. Since the nature of this world is cruel. I wish to buy a single piece of your, whatever these delights are called. I
will pay any price for said single piece,” says Calm Mike as he points to a chocolate covered cake, with sprinkles.
“Any price you say? Well why did you not say so sooner friend oh mine. I took you as a deserter from the wars up north looking to be fed for a
little work. But now that I know your a paying customer…..”
The formerly mean looking man does not finish his sentence. He simply claps his hands and looks at Calm Mike with that, you know what I mean look. The
universal sign for. It is what it is. Calm Mike nods his head and pulls out the same pouch he paid the young elf girl with. He weighs the bag in his
hand. Then throws the pouch towards the baker of Gilded Lily.
“The whole thing is yours friend brother. For the slice of heaven and a chance to ask your son a few questions about the boogie man.”
“The Boogie Man. The Boogie Man. Everything lately is about that damn Boogie Man. My son was just dreaming is all. It was nothing more than a
nightmare. You don't need to be wasting your time with that.”
Calm Mike does not fret. He reaches over the counter and grabs back the pouch of money. He then turns around and begins to walk towards the exit
without saying a word. Before he reaches the door. The baker of Gilded Lily quickly says, “Wait!…. A few questions never hurt anyone.”
Calm Mike sits in a simple oak chair eating his cake, the famous bakers son sits in an identical chair across from Calm Mike. In a plain room above
the bakery, with the two small oak chairs, a child sized bed, and a small closet that only goes from the floor to just above waist high. Mrs. baker
of Gilded Lily stands behind her seated son. Holding him by his shoulders.
“I do not like this. I do not like that you want to indulge my sons fantasy. If it was up to me. You would not be seated here before us. But my
HUSBAND already took your money,” the word husband oozing with bitterness.
The bakers son stays quiet. He just rocks back and forth gently. Eyes never leaving Calm Mike. Except when they blink. The boys mother twitches her
nose and raises her eyebrows repeatedly. But she refrains from commenting further. Bottling herself up. Letting the hate and anger begin to build
toward a future sickness in her lungs.