Notes from An Alien

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Friday Fantasy ~ Number Twenty-Three

Island Saga

~ There were two men on the island.

One had been sent to make sure conditions were safe for others of his tribe to settle here.

One had been on the island for years and now had to convince the other to leave


Sona had arrived on the island in his canoe the day before.

He’d slept and eaten some newly-caught fish.

He was ready for exploration.

He seemed to sense another’s presence but couldn’t be sure


Demna was intimately aware of the other man’s presence.

He stayed distant as he prepared his first stratagem


Sona began with a tour of the circumference of the island, weaving into and out from the tree-cover to pick up signs of animal tracks that waves would obliterate.

He took his time and finished the tour just before sundown.

He’d taken note of five kinds of small animal and discovered three kinds of fruit tree.

He’d also stopped at noon, eating his fill of fruit.

Halting for the night, he built a platform above a fire—drying fish while discouraging innocent theft.


Demna drew on his powers

He stayed distant as he projected the sound of a large animal charging through the trees near Sona.


Sona woke and rolled to a crouch.

He pulled a burning log from the fire and stood.

He listened

The sound stopped then began again, nearer


Not real?

The sound stopped again

Sona waited


He pulled the dried fish from the platform and packed it away.

He built-up the fire, letting it begin to burn the platform.

He walked closer to the water and lay down to rest


Demna began planning a more complex stratagem


Sona woke to the water soaking his legs.

He waded further in and caught three fish.

He built-up the fire a bit more to dry off and cooked and ate the fish.

Then, he packed-up and began deeper exploration


Demna began stirring up the insects and urged them towards the intruder


Sona was thinking about the sounds he’d heard in the night and had just concluded they were nothing to worry about; though, he was much more alert—hearing a dull roar

Suddenly, he was attacked by the largest swarm of insects he’d ever encountered.

They were in his hair and beard and ears, and up his nose, before he could do anything about it.

He quickly surveyed his surroundings and saw a fallen tree.

It was half dried-out but not hollow.

He went to it, enduring the bites and scratches, retrieved his fire-making tools, and brought the tree to a smoldering heat.

The smoke began to disperse some of the insects.

He stood in the cloudy heat for a few minutes then strode away, knowing the insects wouldn’t follow him due to his smoky smell.

He stopped after a bit and thought—Unnatural—like the sounds last night

He waited till the insects had completely dispersed then returned to the tree and quenched its burning.


Demna was cursing.

He had to approach the man more closely—use powers that needed proximity—proximity that had the potential to reveal his presence


Sona was back to exploring and to thinking over the strange sounds and stranger insect swarm

He found a plant that gave a sap that relieved the insect bites—though, some of the swelling would last awhile

A wizard?

Heard of them

Must start tracking


The two men began a dance across and around the island—each possessed of powers the other lacked—Demna’s other-worldly, Sona’s quite practical


After three days—days that had worn Demna to a frazzle and had let Sona map-out most of the island—the two men were very near each other

Sona could smell Demna.

Demna was ready for his most powerful magic.

Crashing sounds in the trees

Sona ready with the spear he’d fashioned the day before

A large creature broke through the nearest trees, stood on its hind legs, and roared at Sona.

Sona stood stock-still

The creature maintained its erect posture and began a constant low growling

Sona still stood

The creature, still erect, rushed him.

Sona aimed and hurled the spear at what he knew was the wizard’s heart


Years later, he told the tale, yet again, to his grandchildren—happy young beings, growing up on a magical island

Copyright, 2014, Alexander M Zoltai
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4 responses to “Friday Fantasy ~ Number Twenty-Three

  1. juliecround May 10, 2014 at 5:32 am

    How could he be sure it was a wizard’s heart – and is this the way to kill a shape-shifter?


  2. Alexander M Zoltai May 10, 2014 at 2:44 pm

    I do believe it is one way to kill a shape-shifter (though, I’m no expert)—is there a better way you know of?

    He “knew” because he knew it wasn’t a large creature (from the thoughts he’d already had about things that were seeming to happen but weren’t real); and, being as practical as he was, he mentally reduced the large creature to human size and struck for the heart.

    However, I am aware that the reader wouldn’t normally reason out that much of a story.

    It appears that sentence (plus, him killing it with a spear) did not work for you?


  3. juliecround May 11, 2014 at 6:21 am

    Sorry, I joined the party late and this was the only chapter I had read.
    Although it does depend on the level of magic each character has.
    I’ll try to catch up. Julie.


  4. Alexander M Zoltai May 11, 2014 at 1:35 pm

    Oh, my, Julie, perhaps I’ve made a huge mistake in having numbers in the titles of these stories

    Well If you do read a few more of them (and, they’re all short), you’ll see that they’re completely separate tales, not chapters in a longer story


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