Beyond the Door to the Realm Eternal Saga - Noahide/Potters House Fantasy Fiction
Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly
Beyond the Door to the Realm Eternal Saga
Draconatissamay
Draconatissamay and Shelsandriel – both of them twins, 68th in rank amongst the Cherubim Angels of Eternity. Draconatissamay had a thing, funnily enough, for dragons, as ‘Draco’ meant dragon. He had pictures of them up all over his house in Terraphora District of Terraphora Disc, and his twin, the beautiful Shelsandriel, admired his style. She herself was a talented artist who had hand drawn and painted a number of the beautiful dragons around the house, often with pictures of a beautiful angelic maiden who she often subtley joked was her with her esteemed dragonkind love, the majestic Draconatissamay. And the two of them laughed often at the humour.
They were at the Grande and Greate Faire of Springston and they came to the tent of the ‘Seer of Fantastic Visions’. He ushered them in, set them both down on a couch, and brought a charm out of his voluminous cloak, waving it in front of them. ‘Watch the charm, dear couple, for you will see visions from the Realm of Fantasy of your future in glory.’
And as they watched their eyes gradually got sleepy and they entered the dream Realm of Fantasy………
‘Beware his wrath, dear Shelsandriel. For Draconatissamay is the mightiest of the Dragon Knights. Show any pretense of the betrayal we have planned, and he will cut off your head without a moment’s hesitation.’
‘I will be careful, Arch-Regent,’ responded the brave Shelsandriel, maiden-knight of Astoria.
She pulled out of Astor Castle on her trusted brown mare, and started the journey of 1,000 leagues to the kingdom of Madrimar. It was a long ride and she rested many times at the various inns along the Kings Highway. When she reached the border, the border patrol looked at her suspiciously, but allowed her entrance into the Kingdom of Madrimar.
She continued on and came to the city of Madrimar, the pride of the kingdom, and came to the castle. She found a guard and spoke ‘I seek and audience with the Knight Draconatissamay. I have a message from Astoria.’
The guard looked at her, nodded, and signalled for he to follow him. She tied her horse and followed along the pathways of the castle grounds, coming around to the side and the quarters of the Knights. They found Draconatissamay engaged in an arm wrestle with another knight, but, upon seeing such a fair maiden, he let the other win. ‘Well done, brave knight. You have bested me again. Now who is this fair maiden to seek the hand of Draconatissamay?’
Shelsandriel gazed upon the knight. Really, she was instantly drawn to his majestic looks, his grand beard, his strong physique, and the kingly way he carried himself.
‘I have a message from the Arch-Regent of Astoria, Oh brave Knight. We seek an alliance between our two Kingdoms for a war against the Padreans. In our alliance we are sure we can defeat the southern scourge once and for all and bring peace to the Realm of Fantasy.’
‘And why have you delivered such a message to my person. Should you not be seeking the kingship for such news?’
‘We thought that your word to your king might make it easier for such an agreement to be reached, your lordship, for your fame is well known in Astoria.’
‘Indeed. Well, give us the message then.’ She handed him the scroll and he unwound it, reading through it. After a while he spoke. ‘I don’t really know, fair maiden. While our two kingdoms have lived alongside each other for many years now in peace, there are still old war wounds which are not soon forgotten. How can we trust you?’
And with the face of a vixen, she spoke ‘Would you question the honour of such an innocent virgin maiden as myself?’
He raised his eye, gazed over her body, and said ‘Nay, I would not fair maiden. I shall seek the king on your behalf.’
*
The knights and armed forces of Madrimar had travelled in large numbers down through the roads of the kingdoms to the south, seeking permission as they went, and came to the large seaport city of Krandos, a magnificent seaport were ships were to be hired in large numbers. With them travelled a significant force from Astoria also, ready it would seem to make war on the Padreans on the southern continent.
Yet betrayal was in their heart, for out to sea just 2 weeks the Astorian’s, armed to the teeth, fell upon the Madrimarian’s in the still of the night and slaughtered them almost to the last number. They had taken the innocent Madrimarian’s by surprise, and when the last Knight was brought before the Arch Regent, Draconatissamay looked upon the vixen-like face of his nemesis, Shelsandriel. ‘It would seem the honour of such an INNOCENT maiden has been besmirched. Yet, at the cost of my life it would appear.’
Shelsandriel, though, who had been talking with the Arch-Regent for many days of her growing affection towards the Knight, spoke. ‘You are to be spared, oh mighty Knight. You will return with us to Astoria were you will be my personal slave. For I have intentions towards you.’
The knight nodded. ‘So it would seem. So it would seem.’
And, as the fleet cast the dead bodies of the slain Madrimarian’s overboard, and turned the ships to return to Krandos, Draconatissamay knew his life would never be quite the same again. Never quite the same again indeed.
……………And then the couple woke from their slumber, and looked at each other. Shelsandriel had a very guilty look on her face, but all Draconatissamay would say was ‘You little vixen. And then they kissed, and laughed, and returned to the merriment of the fair.
The End
The Door to Eternal
'Wayman Mitchell.'
'The most lukewarm christian known to man,' responded the Scientologist of Jehovah.
'He's more a man than your bloody L Ron,' responded Sofya Faraq. 'You guys will never succeed in this new world. It won't bloody happen.'
'By the hairy balls of Draconatissamay, we will kick your arse in time, Door freak.'
Sofya ignored the sledge. She was used to them. 'Lord Draconatissamay is too much of a man for you. Face it. In time our Angel will rule all. Trust me on that, buddy. He has true charm. True charisma. He is the guardian angel of the Door, and he has the ability to actually win souls. Your L Ron, these day, has lost the edge. Your lukewarm, buddy.'
'Dream on Sofya. We are as dedicated as we have always been. We're growing. Each and every day. We have a huge world in our faith.'
'Huh,' said Sofy. 'You never make inroads on the sinners. We are the ones always evangelizing religion for God. We are the ones doing the actual work in peoples salvation.'
'You make way too much of that concept,' responded Mark Sanderson, devotee of the Scientologists of Jehovah.
'Not literally, you idiot. You know, though. People still need saving. Even with eternal life, they still sin. Auditing barely deals with the shit.'
'We take it seriously,' Mark responded. 'Besides, we have grown to mostly our full allotment. We grow naturally now with our offspring. We have enough respect to let the field of souls alone to others of the New Agenda. Other people have inspiration, just like L Ron Hubbard. We don't own all the truth you know. YOU GUYS don't own it all either. Sure, you got the New Testament and Draconatissamay's teachings, but there is more to religion than that, sister. You shouldn't be so proud you know. How about showing a bit more love like you guys claim to. Mostly a hard attitude from what I've seen of your preaching.'
Sofya went soft on that statement. It was somewhat true, and she did believe in the God of love.
'I'll bet you a million bucks I can win 10 souls by this time next year,' she responded.
'And bring them to your door of salvation, huh?' responded Mark. 'You know, if you brought them to the Realm Eternal instead, you would be far happier.'
She looked at him, confused. 'What's the Realm Eternal?'
'Humph. Shows what you know,' and he grinned at her, because he still liked her, and pissed off, back to his friends, leaving Sofya hardly satisfied in her witness.
Later that evening, getting home from work, she typed 'The Realm Eternal' into Google. The website link came up, and she clicked on it. It was a picture of Archangel Michael, chatting with Saruviel. They seemed to have reached something of a stand off, and Saruviel had lost a lot of his grudge, since the rebirth. That much was common knowledge. But then there was an article below, talking about what the organisation believed. And she sat there, and she read and read and read and, finished, turned in her seat and went 'Mmmm. Now that's interesting.'
And from there she was hooked.
The End