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Friday, 26 July 2013

The Lord of the Prism

Prism Ring

I am working on a short story-called The Lord of the Prism.

It starts out like this. "In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat: it was a hobbit-hole, and that means comfort."

However I am bogged down with some problems. The main character finds a ring, which is really a prism, when he is in a dead zone in Surrey, so his GPS is not working.

He manages to get away, after many adventures, including an interview with his bishop, who does not believe in the NSAgul who are chasing some of the main character's friends around Middle Earth. But, the GPS kicks in at one time and there is a narrow escape which needs angelic intervention-angels on horses may not work....studying Joshua and Maccabees for backup and see some very handsome, well-armoured angels in those books.

The NSAgul are in thrall of the magic prism the main character has found. NSAgul need the prism to rule Middle Earth and Middle Euro-Earth. They also want to rule the Western Lands beyond the sea. 

Of course, the story includes bishops, cardinals, and fools for Christ.

Sadly, one bishop goes bad, and so the main character has to find another one. He is Orthodox and his name sounds like the stuff whales eat-krill. But, he is strong, and good, and wears white. This excellent bishop also has a ring of power. But, the ring's power is confined to the Northern Kingdom at this point in the story.

The worst part is that these main characters are rather simple, worldly, and very short. The NSAguls are large, tall, strong, and other worldly, (one follows the prism in Ireland, also called the land of the horse-racing).  The NSAgul even have a witch-king. Hmm, I have to work on that character as too many names and non-faces come to my mind when I am trying to develop him. 

NSAgul King with encoded passwords

Well, the main character's heir has to destroy the prism with the help of his cousins twice removed. To make things worse, their passports have been revoked by someone unknown in a large tower with tons of secret servers. I am thinking of putting this secret server place in Greenland.

The NSAguls, however, are hot on their trail. I think this is going to be more than a short story.

To be continued...