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Month: January, 2015

The Boy in the Woods: Part 11


“Here’s your white stone,” Bristol said to Master Raiden as she pulled it out of her bag.
“You found it?” he said with mild surprise. “Where was it?”
Bristol pointed at Oda, who had been tied to a tree in the front yard. “He did,” she said. “We found it in his house while we were rescuing some girl’s he’d kidnapped.”
“Girls?” Master Raiden asked. “Was he planning some sort of spell?”
“No,” Bristol said, shaking her head. “He’s just a possessive misogynist who thinks he’s entitled to take whatever he pleases.”
“He’s a…what?” Master Raiden asked.
“Never mind,” Bristol replied. “He’s just a trouble maker.”
“Why is he here?” Master Raiden asked.
“Bristol wants to use his power,” Michael said. “He’s a shape-shifter, and he’s telekinetic.”
“He is?” Master Raiden cried. “How have you managed to keep him on a leash?”
Bristol took out the little black box and showed it to Master Raiden. “Because science beats magic,” she said. “If he gets too far from this, the collar he’s wearing chokes him.”
“Can’t he use his powers to take that thing off?” Master Raiden asked.
“He’s tried,” Michael said. “But apparently he’s not as strong as I am.” Michael grinned at Master Raiden.
Master Raiden chuckled. “You should stay here and let me train you,” he said. “You’d be a wonderful fighter.”
“Really?” Michael asked. He looked at Bristol. “Can we stay here? You can study my grandpa’s rock and I can train.”
Bristol shook her head. “I don’t have the equipment necessary to study the stone here,” she replied. “But you can stay here and I can return the stone to you when I’m done.”
Michael took the stone out of his pocket and stared at it. Then he looked up and shook his head. “You might break it,” he said. “I should come with you.”
Master Raiden looked at the stone over Michael’s shoulder. “Is that Ginjiro’s wishing stone?” he asked.
Michael and Bristol nodded.
“What are you planning to do with that?” he asked.
“I want to study it,” Bristol replied. “We’re going to try to find a few more to see if I can figure out how they work.”
“One moment,” Master Raiden said. He wandered off to return a few minutes later with another stone. “Ginjiro and another student of mine found three of these stones years ago. They gave me one and kept one each themselves. I’ve never had any use for it, so you might as well take this as payment.”
“Really?” Bristol asked.
Master Raiden nodded.
“Thank you!” Bristol cried.
“You’re welcome,” Master Raiden replied. “Find out how these things work, then, when you bring Michael back, let me know what you found.”
“I will,” Bristol promised. “Come on, Michael.” She led the boy out of the little house.
“Bye!” Michael called back as they walked across the water again.

What Does This Child Know?

What does this child know?

They are so smart in many ways,

But still they are so dumb.

I would like to say this is just their age,

But that is not the case.

It saddens me to say,

That their ignorance that has left them this way.

So what does this child know?

They know how to count and how to spell.

And they can pray and they can play.

They can get good grades, even an A.

But this is not enough.

They know a lot and yet so little.

They know their facts,

They can read their books.

But this is still not enough.

Now what does this child know?

It seems a lot,

Yet something is missing,

For they know not how to think.

They know the language and they know how to speak,

But do they know what the words really mean?

They can repeat what they are told and they can memorize the facts,

But do they know what those facts mean?

They know what you say,

But do they know why you say it?

They know what you do,

But do they know why you do it?

They know what they are told,

But do they know why you tell them to do it?

So what does this child know?

Sister comforting her brother

The Boy in the Woods: Part 10


“Are you sure you have to leave?” Pakuna asked Michael as they walked to the edge of the town. “You could stay for a few more days.”
“I wish we could,” Michael replied. “But Bristol’s impatient. She wants to get that white stone back to Master Raiden immediately.”
“It’s kinda funny that the same man who stole that stone stole the girls too, huh?” Pakuna said.
Michael nodded. “And it was even better that he left it sitting in the open,” he added. “Bristol saw it as soon as he dragged her into the room.”
“What are you guys going to do with Oda?” Pakuna asked.
“I don’t know,” Michael said. “Bristol said she has some plans for him, but I don’t know what they could possibly be.”
Pakuna shrugged. “At least he won’t be here,” she said.
“I agree,” Michael said. “He won’t be able to terrorize you any more.”
“Michael!” Bristol called. “Hurry up!”
Michael rolled his eyes before running to meet Bristol.
“It’s about time,” Bristol said.
“Yeah, yeah,” Michael replied.
“Come on,” Bristol said. “Let’s get the stone back to Raiden.”
“What about him?” Michael asked, pointing to Oda.
“He might come in use,” Bristol replied.
“I’ll kill you in your sleep,” Oda spat.
“Just try it,” Bristol replied.
Michael stuck his tongue out at the man.
“Don’t think you’re powers can withstand mine, boy,” Oda said. “I’ve been at this a lot longer than you have.”
“Whatever,” Michael replied.
Bristol yanked on the rope attached to Oda’s collar. The man yanked back nearly pulling Bristol over. She gave the rope to Michael.
“Drag him if you have to,” she told the boy. Michael did just that.

The Boy in the Woods: Part 9


“My aunt lives over there,” Bristol said, pointing to the left, as the man led her towards the city gates.
“Oh, she won’t be at home,” Oda said. “Didn’t you know? The town has been evacuated.”
“It has?” Bristol asked, looking around. “I didn’t see anyone leave.”
Oda nodded. “It has,” he said. “Everybody left before the earthquake.”
“But…what about you?” Bristol asked.
“I was looking for anyone who had been left behind,” Oda replied.
“What a gentleman,” Bristol said.
Michael trailed behind the two, doing his best to stay out of sight. He followed them out of the town.
Bristol looked around. “Where is everyone?” she asked.
The man chuckled. “Too far away to hear you scream,” Oda replied.
“Huh?” Bristol said.
The man grabbed her by the wrists and began to drag her away from the town.
“Hey!” Bristol cried. “Let me go! What do you think you’re doing?”
“Shut up,” Oda commanded. “The less you struggle, the easier this will be.”
Bristol screamed loudly and struggled harder. Oda swore under his breath and stopped to throw Bristol over his shoulder. Bristol began to hit Oda on the back.
Michael followed them from a safe distance. Eventually they came to a large manor house on an acreage about an hour outside of the town.
“Welcome home,” Oda said to Bristol as he carried her towards the house.
Michael waited off the property until Oda and Bristol were inside, then he ran across the lawn until he reached the house. He began to look in each of the lower windows to see if he could find the girls.
“No! Get off of me!” Michael heard Bristol scream from inside.
He gulped and made his way towards the noise. It was coming from an upstairs window, so he couldn’t see what was going on.
Afraid of what Oda might do to Bristol, Michael walked through the front door. Slowly, he crept down the hall in search of a staircase. He froze as he heard a gasp.
He tuned to see a teenage girl, about 16, standing a foot away. “Run,” she mouthed at Michael.
Michael shook his head. “I’m here to free you,” he whispered.
“You can’t free us,” the girl replied. She pointed to a collar around her neck. “If we go to far away, it’ll choke us.”
Michael blinked, then walked over to the girl and examined the collar. “That doesn’t look so strong,” he replied. He grabbed the collar with both hands and ripped it in half, then he took it off the girl. “See?” he said.
The girl stared at Michael.
“Where are the others?” Michael asked her.
“Lohoma is doing the laundry downstairs,” the girl said. “And Yamka is upstairs locked in her room. It’s the second door on the right. The master is with the new girl in his room, across the hall from Yamka’s.”
Michael nodded. “Thank you,” he said. “You should run. Can you get home from here?”
The girl nodded and took off without another word.
Michael found the door to the basement and crept down the stairs. He saw Lohoma in a room to the left as he got to the bottom of the stairs.
“Hey!” he whispered harshly at her. “Hey! Lohoma!”
Lohoma turned quickly and looked ready to scream.
Michael put his finger to his lips. “I’m here to help you,” he said.
“You can’t!” she whispered back.
Michael grinned. “I already freed the girl upstairs. How do you think I got your name?”
“Kachina?” Lohoma said. “You can really help us?”
“Yup,” Michael said. “Hold still.” He walked over to Lohoma and ripped her collar off like he did to Kachina’s. “Now run,” he told her.
Lohoma ran up the stairs and out of the manor as quickly as she could.
Michael went back up to the first floor. He began wandering around until he found the stairs leading to the second floor. He walked over to the second door on the right and tried it. It was locked. There was no way he could get in without making noise.
“Here goes nothing,” he said. He kicked the door down and ran towards the terrified girl sitting on the bed. He ripped off her collar before she could respond. “Stay behind me!” he cried.
“What’s going on out there?” a voice boomed from across the hall. Oda ran out of his room and stopped short when he saw Michael in Yamka’s room. “Who are you?” he demanded.
“Your worst nightmare,” Michael replied.
Oda snarled and walked toward him. “Get away from my girl,” Oda said.
“No,” Michael replied.
Oda made a hand gesture towards a chair in the corner. He flicked his wrist and the chair flew towards Michael. It slammed into him, but Michael had braced himself and it made little impact.
“You’re not the only one with magic, you know,” Michael mocked.
Oda’s scowl deepened. “You little brat!” he cried. He rushed at Michael, transforming into a bull as he ran.
Michael stepped forward and punched the bull in the head as it charged.
Oda changed back almost instantly and fell backwards, unconscious.
“How did you do that?” Yamka asked Michael.
Michael shrugged. “I’m really strong,” he said.
Bristol made her way out of Oda’s bedroom. “I…is it over?” she asked. She was pale and there were tear stains on her cheeks. “Please tell me it’s over.”
“It’s okay now,” Michael said.
Bristol hurried over to Michael. “Did you kill him?” she asked as she looked down at the man on the floor.
“No,” Michael said. “My grandpa told me not to kill unless it was absolutely necessary.”
“You should have killed him,” Bristol said angrily.
Michael shrugged, then he noticed the collar around Bristols throat. “Want me to take that off?” he asked.
“Not necessary,” Bristol replied. “I saw exactly what he did.” She went back into Oda’s room, then came back with the collar in her hand and a small black box in her other hand. “This should work,” she said. She bent over and put the collar around Oda’s neck.
“Now what?” Michael asked.
“Now we wait until he wakes up,” Bristol replied.

The Boy in the Woods: Part 8


“Are we there yet?” Bristol complained. “We left the old man’s island three days ago. I thought he said this place was close.”
“It is close,” Michael said. “According to the gps he gave us, the town is just ahead.”
Bristol sighed. “I hope you’re right,” she sighed.
“Don’t be such a baby,” Michael said. “Come on.” He took off running up a hill.
Bristol quickened her step, but she didn’t bother trying to run after the boy.
“Look!” Michael cried from the top of the hill. “It’s right there! Let’s go.” He began running down the hill towards the town.
“Wait!” Bristol cried. She began to run after Michael.
They slowed down as the approached the edge of the town. It was very quiet despite being the middle of the day on a Saturday.
“Hello?” Michael yelled. “Is anybody here?”
“This is creepy,” Bristol said. “Maybe this is the wrong town?”
“Nope,” Michael replied. “The gps said this is the place.”
“What do we do now?” Bristol wondered aloud.
“I guess we try and find somebody,” Michael answered.
They walked through the town slowly. They made there way towards the center of town looking for any sign of life.
“Come out, come out wherever you are!” Michael called loudly.
A head poked out from a nearby window. “I don’t care what disguise you use!” a middle aged man cried. He had dark skin and a long ponytail. “You can’t have any more girls!”
Michael looked up at Bristol. “Girls?” he said. “Why would I want any more girls?” He made a disgusted face.
Bristol giggled. “You won’t be saying that in a few years,” she said.
Michael made another face, then he turned to the man. “We’re looking for a white ball that was stolen from a friend of ours,” he said. “Have you seen it?”
“We don’t have anything of yours!” the man shouted back. “Now leave us alone!”
Michael blinked, confused. “That wasn’t very nice,” Michael said to Bristol.
“Let me try,” Bristol relied. She walked over to the man at the window. “I’m sorry sir, but we’re new in town, and we’re wondering why everybody is hiding inside on such a nice Saturday.”
The man looked stunned. “You’re really not with him?” he asked.
“With who?” Bristol asked a little nervously.
The man looked around. “You should get out of here before he shows up,” the man replied. “You’re in danger.
“Danger?” Michael asked. “From who?”
“Oda,” the man replied. “He’s a monster. He terrorizes the town and steals our daughters.”
“Really?” Bristol asked. “Why don’t you call the authorities?”
The man shook with fear. “He’s a mage,” the man replied. “A real powerful one. He can change his shape to whatever he wants, and he can throw things around with his mind.”
“Cool!” Michael cried. Bristol and the man stared at him. “Uh…I mean how awful,” he said.
“We should help them find there daughters,” Bristol said to Michael.
“Yeah,” Michael replied. “When he shows up I can beat him up and make him tell us where the girls are.”
“Don’t be stupid,” Bristol said. “I think it would be best if I trick him into taking me. Then you can follow us and free me and the girls while he’s distracted.”
Michael looked down, sadly. “That’s no fun,” he said.
The man looked terrified. “You can’t do that!” he cried. “You’re children: he’ll kill you!”
“Don’t worry,” Bristol replied. “Michael’s a mage too. He’ll be fine. And I’m a genius: I may not have magic, but I make do with science and technology.”
“Are you sure?” the man asked.
Bristol nodded.
“Alright,” he replied. “Come inside.” He let Bristol and Michael inside.
“Who are they?” a little girl asked as she walked downstairs and saw the guests. She looked to be around the same age as Michael.
“I told you to stay out of sight,” the man told the girl.
“But daddy,” the girl complained, “Mr. Oda isn’t here yet and I wanted to see what was going on.”
“Go back upstairs!” the man said.
“Fine,” the girl replied. She turned and walked back up the stairs.
“Is that your daughter?” Bristol asked.
“Yes,” the man replied. “Pakuna is only ten, but I don’t want that monster to see her. I want her to live to adulthood.”
“We try to keep all of the girls secret,” an old lady said as she entered the room. “But somehow Oda always finds them.”
“That’s so sad,” Bristol said. “How many girls are missing?”
“Three over the course of three years,” the woman said. “He comes once a year, always on the same day, and takes a new one. All of them have been around your age.”
“And the police aren’t able to stop him?” Michael asked.
The woman snorted. “Maybe they would if they cared,” the woman said. “But we’re a town of mostly First Nations peoples. The police don’t care what happens to our daughters.”
“Why not?” Michael asked.
The woman snorted again. “Leave it to the white boy to ask such a question,” she said.
Bristol blushed. “I’m sorry about him,” she said. “He’s kind of naive.”
“And your not?” the woman asked skeptically.
“I try not to be,” Bristol said.
“What did I say wrong?” Michael asked.
The ground shook suddenly.
“He’s here,” the man cried.
“Show time,” Bristol told Michael. “I’m going to go out there and look distracted. You watch me and follow us when he grabs me.”
“Okay,” Michael replied.
Bristol left the house and began to walk around looking scared and confused.
Michael watched as a man that could only be described as beautiful approached her. He looked like the type of man who would easily make it onto the cover of a magazine.
“Can I be of assistance?” the man asked her.
Bristol looked up at him with a startled look. “Oh, please,” she said. “I’m here visiting my aunt and she told me to stay inside. I didn’t listen, but then there was an earthquake. Can you help me? I’m scared.”
The man nodded. “Of course,” the man said. “Why don’t we get you back to your aunt?”
“Oh, thank you!” Bristol cried. She followed the man away from the house.
Michael watched from the window.
“Aren’t you going to follow them?” the man asked.
“I thought we were waiting for the monster to take her,” Michael replied.
“Stupid boy,” the old woman replied. “He’s not a literal monster. He just acts like one.”
“So…that’s him?” Michael asked.
“Yes!” the man said.
Michael hurried out of the house after Bristol.

A Survey Update

I haven’t done an update on my surveys in a while. Here is how I’m doing so far:
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The Boy in the Woods: Part 7


They finally arrived at the island after a long journey. The island had soft sand along its shores and large trees hiding any signs of habitation. Kameko led Michael and Bristol into the trees. They followed a path a short ways before coming upon a clearing with a house in the middle of it. The house was tiny, but very beautiful.
“Master!” Kameko cried. “I brought help, master.”
“Kameko?” a voice called from inside the house. “Have you brought Ginjiro?”
“No, I’m sorry master,” Kameko replied. “I’m afraid your old friend has passed on. But I have brought you his grandson.”
“Michael?” the voice asked. “But Michael is just a little boy.”
“Who are you calling little?” Michael cried.
An old man came out of the house. He looked to be in his late 90’s. He walked doubled over and shuffled forward slowly.
“I meant no offence, child,” Master Raiden said. “Please, how did your grandfather die?”
“He got sick, sir,” Michael replied.
Master Raiden sighed. “I’m sorry to hear that,” he said. “Why don’t you come inside? We can talk over tea.”
Michael and Bristol followed Master Raiden and Kameko inside. The house had a small kitchen, but the sitting area was fairly spacious.
“Please, take a seat,” Master Raiden told the children.
Bristol and Michael nodded and sat down on a large, comfortable couch.
Master Raiden got to work making tea. When it was finished, he carried it over to the children.
“What do you need our help with?” Michael asked.
“Please, I’m a traditional man,” Master Raiden replied. “First we exchange pleasantries, then we discuss business. Why don’t you children tell me about yourselves?”
“I thought you knew all about me,” Michael said.
Master Raiden chuckled. “Perhaps,” he said. “But I’d like to hear it from you.”
“Oh, well…I grew up with my grandpa,” Michael said. “My parents dies when I was a baby, so he’s all I had. He taught me everything I know. Then he died, and now I’m here.”
Master Raiden chuckled. “And what about you, young lady?” he asked Bristol.
“Um, let’s see,” Bristol said. “Well I’m 16. I graduated from high school last year, and I decided to travel a bit before university. I want to be a scientist and an engineer, like my parents. Oh, and I like shopping and boys, but I haven’t had a boyfriend yet.”
Master Raiden chuckled again. “Very impressive,” he said. “And your parents let you travel alone?”
“Yeah,” Bristol replied. “I’m very mature for my age.”
“And how did you two meet?” Master Raiden asked.
“I was driving on the highway, following some tips I was given, when I passed Michael,” Bristol said. “I guess I scared him, because he broke my car.”
“Oh dear,” Master Raiden said.
“Can we talk about why you need help now?” Michael interrupted.
“Very well,” Master Raiden replied. “I’m not sure if you’ll be able to manage, but I need somebody to retrieve something for me.”
“What is it?” Michael asked.
“It’s a white ball,” Master Raiden said. “I forgot it in a nearby village on the mainland. It’s very powerful magic, and I’m afraid that without the proper precautions it can do great harm.”
“Wait a minute,” Bristol said. “If you forgot it, why can’t you go get it?”
Master Raiden sighed. “I’m afraid I’m not as young as I once was,” he said. “I’m not strong enough to handle the ball for long.”
“Then how did you get it there?” Bristol asked.
Master Raiden sighed again. “I’m afraid I’m a bit absent minded in my old age,” he said. “I never intended to bring it, but it drained me. And then it was stolen. Will you please try and recover my white ball?”
Michael nodded. “Of course,” he said with excitement. “What does it look like?”
“I know what white balls look like,” Bristol said. “Come on.”
They jumped up quickly and hurried out the door.

The Boy in the Woods: Part 6


“We should hurry,” Kameko said nervously. “I don’t think we’re alone out here.”
Michael looked up at him from the spring. “Are you sure?” he asked.
“Definitely,” Kameko replied.
“Don’t go yet,” a voice said from the tree line. A big, balding man stepped out from the shadows. His clothes were dirty and torn. “Give me your money. Then you can go,” the man said as he aimed a gun at Bristol.
“Bully!” Michael cried. “Why don’t you pick on someone your own size?” He stood up as he yelled at the man.
“What? Like you, kid?” the man asked with a laugh. He shifted the gun away from Bristol and towards Michael. As he did so, Michael ran at him and smacked the man’s arm before he could take aim. The gun flew out of the man’s hand.
“Leave us alone!” Michael cried.
“You’ll pay for that, kid,” the man said. He swung his fist at Michael’s head. Michael ducked and came up under the man’s arm. He hit the man hard just below his chest. The man gasped and stumbled backwards.
“I said leave us alone!” Michael cried.
The man snarled at him. “You think you’re tough, kid?” he said. “I’ll crush you.”
Michael ran at the man, who hadn’t recovered yet. The man stumbled backwards and tripped. Michael kicked the man in the head, then he put his foot on the man’s throat. “If you don’t leave us alone, I’ll have to make sure you can’t hurt anybody ever again.”
“Okay, fine,” the man said in a croak. “I’ll let you leave.”
Bristol and Kameko hurried into the trees. Michael followed closely behind them. They walked quickly for an hour before anyone spoke.
“How did you do that?” Bristol asked Michael.
Michael shrugged. “My grandpa taught me,” he said.
“But I thought you said you weren’t ready to fight yet,” Bristol replied.
“I’m not,” Michael said. “I still have a lot of training to do before I’m ready to go professional.”
Bristol blinked at him. “Really?” she asked.
Michael nodded.
Kameko giggled. “I’ve seen fighters a lot worse than you win competitions,” he said.
“You have?” Michael asked. “My grandpa said I wasn’t ready to compete.”
“From what I saw you should have started competing years ago,” Kameko said. “But I’m sure Ginjiro had his reasons.”
“Um…Michael?” Bristol asked. “Would you actually have killed that man?”
Michael shook his head. “My grandpa said that killing is wrong. He said that violence should only be used as a last resort, but that man was a bully.”
Bristol nodded. “I don’t think he would have let us pass if you hadn’t done what you did,” she said.
“Over here,” Kameko said from up ahead. “My master is this way.”
Michael and Bristol hurried to catch up. They followed Kameko out of the trees and onto a sandy beach.
“Where’s your master?” Michael asked.
“Out there,” Kameko said, pointing out into the sea.
“He lives in the water?” Michael asked.
“No,” Kameko said. “He lives on an island.
“I don’t see an island,” Michael said.
“How can we help your master if we can’t get to him?” Bristol asked.
Kameko motioned at the water. The surface stilled and became as smooth as glass. “There,” Kameko said. “Now you can walk there.”
“Wow,” Bristol cried. “How did you do that?”
Kameko shrugged. “I’m a fairy,” he said. “We can control nature. Or, at least we can to a degree.”
Michael stepped on the surface tentatively. “Cool!” he cried. He began to jump up and down on the surface, laughing.
“Michael!” Bristol cried.
“Let’s go,” Kameko said. He flew across the sea quickly. Michael and Bristol ran to catch up with him. It wasn’t long before they could see the island in the distance.
“It’ll take forever to get there!” Bristol cried.
“No it won’t,” Michael replied. “We’re almost there.”
“Hey, Kameko,” Bristol cried. “How long will the water stay like this?”
“Until I release it,” Kameko replied.
They hurried forward. Eventually they slowed down, unable to keep up the pace.
“I need a rest,” Bristol said as she sank down onto the surface.
“Don’t be so lazy,” Michael cried. “We’re almost there. Let’s go!”
Kameko stopped flying. “We still have about an hour before we’ll get there,” he said. “We might as well take a break.
Michael sat down hard. “Fine,” he said grumpily.

The Boy in the Woods: Part 5


Michael yawned and stretched as he stepped out of tent the next morning. “Wake up, Bristol,” he called into the tent. “We still have a long way to go.”
“Excuse me,” a little voice said behind Michael.
He turned around quickly, startled by the unexpected voice, but saw nothing. “Hello?” he called.
“Over here,” the little voice said.
Michael looked around but saw nothing.
“I’m right here!” the voice said. A little light shot towards Michael until it was right in front of his face. “Can you see me now?” the light asked.
“Wow!” Michael said as he leaned towards the light. As he got closer, he was able to make out the light’s features. Eventually he saw that the light seemed to surround a very tiny boy with wings. “What are you?” he asked the boy.
“I’m a fairy, of course,” the boy said. “My name is Kameko. I am looking for a man who lives around here. Do you know a Ginjiro?”
“How do you know my grandpa?” Michael asked Kameko.
Kameko seemed to start. “You are Ginjiro’s grandson, Michael?” he asked.
Michael nodded. “You’ve heard of me?” he asked.
Kameko nodded. “Your grandfather has told my master a lot about you,” he said.
“You have a master?” Michael asked.
“Well, he’s more of a friend, really,” Kameko replied. “He sent me here to find your grandfather. My master needs your grandfather’s help.”
Michael frowned. A wave of sadness spread through him. “I’m sorry,” he said, “but my grandpa’s dead.”
Kameko seemed to start again. “Oh, I’m so sorry to hear that,” he said. “Oh dear, now what am I going to do?”
“Um…so why is your master anyway?” Michael asked.
“What’s going on out here?” Bristol asked as she climbed out of the tent.
Michael looked back at her. “Bristol, meet Kameko,” he said as he pointed towards the ball of light.
Bristol gasped. “Is that…is that a fairy?” she said.
“I am,” Kameko replied. “It is nice to make your acquaintance, Bristol.”
“You too,” Bristol said, confused.
“As for my master,” Kameko continued, “his name is Master Raiden. He was your grandfather’s martial arts master.”
Michael nodded. “Grandpa told me about him,” he said. “He said Master Raiden is the best instructor in the world.”
“Yup,” Kameko replied. “People come from all over the world to be taught by my master.”
“I’m sorry to interrupt,” Bristol said. “But why are you here?”
“I was looking for Michael’s grandfather,” Komeko said. “I was unaware of his passing. My master needs some help, and he believed only Ginjiro capable of helping him.”
Bristol thought for a moment. “Would it be possible for us to help?” she offered.
“I’m not sure,” Kameko replied. “I supposed it couldn’t hurt to take you to my master. Perhaps you can help him.”
“Really?” Michael asked, beaming. “I would love to meet Master Raiden.”
“Follow me,” Kameko said. He took off into the woods.
“Wait!” Bristol cried. She began scurrying to pack everything back up.
“Oh, right,” Kameko said. He flew over to the tent and blew green fire on it. The tent quickly folded itself back up and dropped back to the ground in a tiny square of cloth. Bristol picked it up and put it back in her bag.
“Come on,” Kameko said. He flew off again.
Bristol and Michael hurried after him. They travelled deeper into the woods.
“Stop,” Bristol panted as they came across a spring. “We’ve been walking for hours. I need a drink.”
“One moment,” Kameko replied. He went over to the spring and aimed his green fire at the water. It seemed to swirl around for a bit, then it disappeared. “The water is now safe to drink,” he announced.
“What did you do?” Michael demanded.
“Spring water often has parasites in it,” Kameko replied. “I made it so that the water is pure.”
“Oh,” Michael said. “Thank you.”
“Yes, thank you,” Bristol added. They hurried over to the spring and began to drink.

The Boy in the Woods: Part 4


“Wow!” Michael said as he entered the tent. “This place is bigger than my home.”
Bristol giggled. “You’ve gotta love science,” she said.
“Why?” Michael asked.
“Well…because science made this place possible,” Bristol replied.
“I thought you said it was science and magic,” Michael replied.
“It is,” Bristol said. “But I couldn’t do this without science. Few people could.”
Michael looked around the tent. It had two separate bedrooms and an indoor bathroom. It eve had a kitchen complete with a dining room set.
“I don’t suppose this place came with food,” Michael said as his stomach growled.
“Sorry kid,” Bristol said. “We haven’t gotten that far yet.”
Michael shrugged. “That’s okay,” he said. “I’m used to gathering my own food anyway. I’ll go find us something.” He began to walk towards the door.
“Wait!” Bristol cried. “What about the dragons?”
Michael shrugged. “I’m not worried,” he said. “I should be safe under the protection of the trees.”
“Well…what should I do?” Bristol asked.
“Um…get some water for a bath?” Michael suggested.
Bristol smelled her self and cringed. “That sounds like a great idea,” she said. “I just with I’d thought to bring a change of clothes.”
Michael left the tent to hunt while Bristol began figuring out how she was going to get water into the tent’s tub. He walked through the trees looking for something he could kill with the dagger he’d brought from home.
“There’s nothing but small birds around here,” he complained as he walked.
He moved into a clearing. As he walked through the space, a large shadow moved overhead. Michael looked up to see what had made the shadow. At first he thought it was another dragon, but it was too small to be even a young dragon.
“It must be a large bird,” Michael said to himself. He hurried in the direction the bird was going, hoping to catch it as it landed.
As he rushed in the general direction of the bird, he came across a cliff. “Shoot,” he said, afraid that the bird would get away.
As Michael stood there, he saw what he had taken for a bird fly over head. It wasn’t a bird, but what appeared to be a flying car.
“What the?” Michael said in shock.
The vehicle landed in the valley below and Michael saw a short, balding man and a tall, thin woman step out of it.
The man screeched as he stepped on something that crunched below his feet. “Let’s get out of here,” he cried.
“We have to check it out first,” the woman replied coldly. They bickered a bit, too quietly for Michael to hear. Then they began moving towards to cliff face.
“What is that?” the man said in a high-pitched squeal.
“I don’t know,” the woman replied. “Let’s go.”
A growl filled the air behind Michael. He turned around to see five wolves coming towards him.
“Back off!” he yelled at them.
The first wolf rushed at him. Michael jumped to the side and stuck his dagger into the wolf’s rib cage. It yelped and fell over.
The next wolf tried to circle Michael. Michael let it get close to the cliff and kicked at it. The wolf jumped backwards, falling down the side of the cliff. The remaining three wolves seemed to decide he wasn’t worth the trouble and ran off.
Michael walked over to the downed wolf. “I guess you’re supper,” he told it. He slit the wolf’s throat to end its suffering.
“Did you see that?” Michael heard the man below say. “That kid just took on a pack of wolves.”
“He must be a spy,” the woman replied. “Let’s get out of here.”
Michael watched as the climbed back into their flying car and flew off.
“What’s there problem?” he wondered as he began dragging the dead wolf back to the tent.

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