Chapter 1 - A Dream in trio

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Desert Maroon[br]

Enduring rages of cool desert rain concealed the summer-tide corona of fiery breath that shimmered in illusory waves of rippling heat. The delay between the deluge and his magic insurrection was barely an hour, nevertheless he lay in faded desert maroon. A ward of belonging ascension to desert winds and the maroon colored tide of blood that colored the piles of amber straw and raggedy cotton tufts of ancient cloth, he allowed the rain to draw him to the rocky asylum. It was primal, of an old desperado. [br]
The recess was littered with ancient bits of pottery and of course, the blood stained bed. The mischievous desert maroon, a tide in viscous wing, an exposition of malicious shamanism permeated the straw and rag bedding. A sulfur yellow star adorned the floor with an evil layer of influence. [br]
He carefully brushed the black Stetson he wore with the palm of his hand, it came away dusty and gray with the trail. The rain began to abate and he climbed away from the deserts maroon toward the entrance to the cave. For a moment, just a brief instant he saw a woman laying in the straw mat, raven locks and slender with the beauty of a princess. Blinking his eyes the evanescent apparition faded and became vapor. He thought, what had she said, Find me! she had gasped in whispers of desperation, Find me! [br]
As he rode away on the black stallion that had led him to the shelter he discovered that he was [br]

drawn west away from the desert maroon toward the vision, the ghost, the love of a faraway [br]
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vision. For the first time in memory his meanderings, his aimless direction had purpose. As fate[br]
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would and did dictate he had left before sundown, the desert maroon behind…..the horror of [br]
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blood and temptation to dark craft in the dust. He would find the ghost, his dream of desert [br]
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maroon, his destiny.[br]
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The Prism[br]

The suffering interval, woven moments and measures of refined passage indulged the solemn weary impression of whole dust, desert tempest, designed by arid evolutions of wandering heat. [br]
The prism was close present and ethereal in its custom. He honored the diamond shaped prism with a gob of spit. Dirt and dust rolled from its smooth surface as the spittle slid across its dull luster leaving tendrils of sparkling crystal. He seized the jewel and screamed. Clear as day and the steam broiling sands, he saw and screamed. The ballet was perfect and the ballast was in rhythm with the fluorescent fold, the mushroom cloud of dust and ash. He screamed and fell back, God help me!!!!!………OH god! he screamed. Intuitions of sacred sacrament were visible in the smokey array, fulfilling the fashion of a distant nightmare and an oath to move forward to the moment of silent desolation. Oh god! he gasped. Breathing in all consuming assumptions of blood and destiny he moaned, Oh god…..the blood. he whispered and collapsed in a heap of sweat and tears, The blood……the blood! [br]
The prism rolled from his grasp into the tide of sand and time. He knew and he knew. The fight[br]
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was his, he had a covenant now…..in blood and season. He refined his thoughts for a moment,[br]
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holding, holding the fray, the guild of saffron deliverance and Edens promise. He had the [br]
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indelible fortune and the lead in the drama, he comprehended clearly, like the jewel…….he[br]
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would begin his journey with the setting sun, by cover of night and the silhouette of a ravens[br]
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The Brilliance in legend[br]

Breathing, he was inhaling and exhaling wildly and in silhouette of bidden wonders, indeed amazed in monumental gasping gulps of fear and beautiful exposition. The fairy sat perched as large as life on a large chunk of sandstone, a divine precipice. Her wings were scarlet and her hair a fiery copper corn silk. She wore gilded endowments of sapphire and ivory and her eyes, her eyes, they were a deep emerald fire. Blazon and unabashedly seductive he withered at her ferocity. Providence had allowed him the privilege, the forward motion of one possessed and he had the forethought to remain silent and secreted in the wood. [br]
He watched in revelations of light and legend as a young doe wandered close as if bewitched, close to the fairy now. The doe stood in supplication to the mystery of the legend, wide eyed and dazed by the hidden bond. The fairy smiled exposing two rows of razor sharp teeth. The doe trembled in fear and the fairy lunged with an efficient falling flame. Her teeth sunk into the tender flesh of the does neck and a great spray of scarlet coated her face, speckling her wings and dress. [br]
She ate, tearing chewing and in glutinous abandon. He waited in fear and amazement motionless, fearing her hunger and wrath. [br]
She paused, a mouthful of flesh between her teeth. Her eyes, glowing phosphorescent, cats eyes, bordered by scarlet, it was all blood he saw. He prayed and after a while the fairy flew east, away from the man.[br]
He had seen the brilliance of a legend and the darkness of a deceptive illusion. He knew he was [br]
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