Storm The


Custom Search banner



Fantasy Swords
Classical Guitar

Make Video Games
Model Rockets
Astronomy & Telescopes
Art & Drawing
For Writers
For Webmasters
The Meaning of Life
Homebrewing Mead
How to Make a....
series of tutorials

Stop Motion Animation
Fantasy Art School
R/C Airplanes
Fantasy for Writers



Project list is here

Make a Trebuchet
Make a Paper Castle
Rocket Launcher
Make a Catapult
Make a Terrarium
Shoebox Diorama Sculpting Miniatures
Fantasy Diorama
Shadowbox Fantasy
Make a videogame
Rainforest Diorama
Stop Motion Animation
Make a Volcano
A Paper fantasy game
Make a boxkite
The Warcraft VR Chamber
The Big Wall Diorama
Make a cardboard sword
Dragon Pinata
Nature Walks



Dioramas & miniatures
Classical Guitar store
Telescope Store

Terrarium Store
Fantasy Art Books
Model Rocket Store
Siege Engine Store
R/C Airplanes Store


Banner Exchange

List of Hobbies

Earning money
with your website


The Telescope Nerd
The Fantasy Blog
The Fantasy Guide
Medieval Castles
Medieval Swords
Medieval Weapons
The knight Medieval


All Materials, unless otherwise stated are Copyright©
Kalif Publishing and

For more information or for customer support check out the copyright and information page

If you have questions
or would like to
contribute you can


Return to Home Page
The Left-Handed Sword -Chapter Three

All Rights Reserved © 2010 Will Kalif

No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by
any means, graphic, electronic, or mechanical, including photocopying,
recording, taping or by any information storage retrieval system, without
the permission in writing from the author.



Softly she kissed me
Under a pane of mistletoe
Soon thereafter she left
And took my heart away with her
Never to return again

-The woman with the long brown hair


Chapter Three - The Hunter

"To be or not to be, that is the question . . . "
- William Shakespeare

Light came to him again. This time it wasn't the soft and smoky memory of a time gone past, it was a lightning crack of pain that sometimes accompanies the never ending now.

He opened his eyes and pain screamed at him from his arms, his legs his head and his lungs. He gasped for air and the world reassembled itself around him. He was floating face up in shallow water and his head rest in the muck of the river bank while the rest of his body splay out into the current. He gasped in pain, turned himself over, slowly crawled out of the water and pushed his face heavily into the mud. Choking on the thickness of it he rolled painfully over onto his back and gasped again as the stars leapt out at him -beautiful in a myriad of colors and a brightness he had never seen before. The blackness of the sky was deep and rich. There was no light pollution drowning out the stars and each one shone with a joy of color.
How long had he been out he wondered. It shouldn't be this dark. Where was the washing light pollution from the highway and the city lights? He scanned the horizon by rolling his head from side to side and everywhere there was complete darkness without a hint of the city or of the highway. He lifted his head for a better look and nausea washed over him and the blackness came again.

After a time he was dragged back into the never ending now. The Stars welcomed him back and the nerves in his body screamed He had been through so much. The accident and Arabella and the dog and the man with the ax had all happened to him in the span of just a few moments. And it that short period of time both his body and his spirit had been strained beyond normal tolerance and he was broken.
He just lay there thinking about the pain in his body and the failure to rescue his beloved and he couldn't move. His thumb sent a shock through his arm and he lifted his hand to look at it. His left hand was deformed. The thumb was dislocated and broken. And it pointed off at a peculiar angle. He couldn't touch it, it hurt too much. He lay his hand back down and turned his head. There had been too much for him. Arabella was out there in the river somewhere and he failed to rescue her. The pain he felt was nothing compared to that. He had built his life around her gentle spirit and now she was gone.
He remembered again the first time that he had seen her. That first glance had hit him like a thunderbolt. Clear and simple. There was nothing he could do about it. It was simply love at first sight. He always thought it was just a saying but it was true. It really did happen. And when it did happen it changed your life forever.
He slowly gathered himself up onto his knees testing his arms and his legs. He had a few cuts and the dog bite burned viciously but there didn't seem to be any broken bones other than in his thumb. Standing up slowly he waded back out into the river.
"Arabella" he barely whispered and waded out further. Everything seemed different. The water wasn't the same, the shoreline was different and now there were trees. There were no trees where the car had gone into the water. Had his body floated downstream while he was unconscious? He looked around. Everything was different. The air, the smells, the water seemed even warmer than it had been.
This was all too much for him to handle so he waded his way slowly back to shore and falling first to his knees the last of his energy left him and he fell flat on his face in the mud. Gagging on the filth he turned his head just a little to the side so he could breathe.
This was it he thought. No more strength and no more desire.
A comfortable calm came over him and he decided to rest. The thought came to him that this was sort of like carbon monoxide poisoning. The gas crept slowly into you and you just got tired and soon you were glad to just give up and go to sleep. It seemed like a good idea. Maybe he could just give up and go to sleep.
He opened one eye to take a last look at the stars. Lying face down in the mud with his head turned to the side he could only open one eye, the other was buried in the muck.
He looked down along the length of the river. It cleared a wide path through the trees and he could see the horizon off in the distance. The darkness of the sky was so complete that it reached all the way to the horizon line. No light pollution made it fade close to the ground. A bright and deep red star peeked slowly into view and he stared at it. Not too many stars like that. The deep red color and the brightness of it made him think it was Betelgeuse. But that was a winter star in the constellation of Orion. No chance of Orion showing up in the middle of summer. He just lay there and watched it as the minutes passed and it slowly climbed higher. Soon another very bright star rose up. This one a brilliant white. Damn if it didn't look a lot like Rigel -another star that was in the constellation of Orion.
Slowly Orion made itself visible and he thought about it.
Every winter Orion, the mighty hunter threw one shoulder over the horizon and slowly climbed up . He had been doing this since the beginning of time. Orion proclaimed himself the mightiest hunter that ever lived and he vowed to hunt and kill all the creatures on the earth. For his folly the gods sent a scorpion to poison him and now he was cursed to eternity in the sky.
There comes a point in any crisis where the body no longer has control. It has been totally exhausted of its normal strength and reserves but this isn't the absolute stopping point. The will has a say in the matter and the will can either say stop or push forward.
Storm lay there in the mud, totally spent, his body exhausted beyond exhausted and broken but looking up at Orion his will took over. This would not be the end for him. If the mighty hunter could climb up over the horizon every winter for eons then Storm could rise one more time.
He pushed his arms against the mud and rose to his feet. The blood he had lost through the slash on his head made him dizzy but he stood erect. This was not his time. There was still too much to do. He had to find Arabella and he had to understand what had happened to him.
Putting one foot in front of the other he walked toward the trees and entered the darkness of the forest.
The smells and sounds assaulted him with a beauty that almost brought tears to his eyes. The smell of the soil, the leaves and the trees was beautiful. The sound of the insects was like music. He walked on and gained some strength from it. The crisis had passed now he just needed to get some help so he could be healed.

A flicker of color entered his line of sight and he focused on it, orange-red like fire. Instinctively he headed straight for it and as he walked it darted in and out between the tree. After a few minutes of walking he entered a small clearing to see it was a campfire and sitting around it were three men. They were eating around the fire and they sat and stared at him with food in their hands and in their open mouths. He croaked some indistinguishable words at them and fell to the ground and to another bout with the darkness.


End of the Preview