A warrior comes with sword and shield,
   With truth and faith in hand,
   Exposing lies and cutting through
   The darkness in the land.
   Has eye not seen, has ear not heard,
   The love that sets men free?
   From scales to flesh he softens hearts;
   From red to white he bleeds.
   And when the warrior rests his blade,
   With virgin bride he kneels.
   The dragons fade from scales to dust
   And bless the golden seal.
   The professor straightened his trench coat and sat down. “I think that should be a welcome song, William. I find the words quite optimistic.”
   “Yeah,” Walter agreed. “It’s almost like a promise. Except for that bleeding part, it sounded pretty good.”
   Bonnie hooked her arm in Billy’s and pulled him close. “It is a promise, Billy, and we’ll figure it all out together.”
   Billy gazed into Bonnie’s eyes. They glistened like the stars in the sky. Her love and sincerity poured forth like a refreshing fountain. He smiled and cocked his head toward the professor. “Hey Prof. What happened next in the dream?”
   The professor sat back down. “Strangely enough, before I could finish, the penguin yanked the umbrella from my hand, smacked me on the head with it, and walked away.”
   Walter laughed out loud. “I guess the penguin doesn’t understand your Prof-etic songs either.”
   A shower of marshmallows and loud “Boos!” rained on Walter’s head. “Okay, okay!” he said, catching one of the marshmallows. “I know when I’m not appreciated.” He popped the marshmallow into his mouth, then stuffed his hands into his pockets. His face suddenly brightened. “Oh, yeah.” He lifted a short red cylinder. “Prof, I found this wax thing in the pocket of the black cloak. Any idea what it is?”
   “Walter!” the professor shouted. “That’s a scentser! Its effects are unpredictable!”
   “Well, I’ll just get rid of it, then.” Walter flung it into the fire.
   The professor lifted his hands. “Don’t panic! It could just be a sleep inducer. At this point, it might be more beneficial than harmful.”
   Bonnie sniffed the air and started giggling.
   Billy detected the odor of popcorn, smooth and buttery. He smiled at Bonnie. “What’s so funny?”
   Bonnie burst out laughing, and Shiloh joined her. Both giggled like schoolgirls at a slumber party.
   Soon, everyone around the fire was snickering, chuckling, or bending over with loud belly laughs. “This is perfect!” Walter said, standing up, barely managing to stifle his own laughs. “Now, there was this fish who loved to play golf. One day, he flopped up onto the seventh green . . .”
   APPENDIX
   The Poems and Prophecies of Circles of Seven
   Merlin’s Song
   With sword and stone, the holy knight,
   Darkness as his bane,
   Will gather warriors in the light
   Cast in heaven’s flame.
   He comes to save a remnant band,
   Searching with his maid,
   But in a sea of sadness finds
   His warriors lying splayed.
   A valley deep, a valley long
   Lay angels dry and dead
   Now who can wake their cold, stone hearts
   Their bones on table spread?
   Like wine that flows in skins made new
   The spirit pours out fresh
   Can hymns of love bring forth the dead
   And give them hearts of flesh?
   O will you learn from words of faith
   That sing in psalms from heaven
   To valley floors where terrors lurk
   In circles numbering seven?
   Merlin’s Lullaby
   Thou servants of the blackest soul,
   Asleep in Av’lon’s shallow bowl,
   Wake not as skies above thee break
   With ripples sounding in our wake.
   While sleep enfolds you in your lair,
   We pass you by without a care.
   So in your dreams protect her doors,
   While safely we approach her shores.
   The Compass Room Poem
   Young Arthur holds the window’s key
   To ancient realms that bear his quest.
   The circles know where lie the beasts
   Who crave the light, who crave their breath.
   The beasts conceal the ancient truths
   That dwell behind divided tongues,
   But dragons’ hearts reveal their flame
   From shining light and psalms well sung.
   The prison world awaits a king
   To rescue souls who have no hope,
   Yet evil spirits also wait
   To ride the sword’s redeeming stroke.
   In circle one there lies a belt,
   The camera’s eye to watch your tale,
   A tale as old as man’s first tears
   When Adam donned the devil’s veil.
   The stone recalls the tale of threats
   That lie in circles deeper still.
   In letters giving aid and hope
   They guide the souls with steadfast will.
   You cannot bear this test alone
   For faith is edified in pairs,
   And bearing witness two agree
   Survival rests on faithful prayers.
   Beware of mirrors found within
   To quell your rival’s fiery darts,
   For mirrors sketch our shallow shells;
   They cannot fathom human hearts.
   Yet mirrors can reflect the truth
   And overcome the darkest night;
   The perfect law resides in those
   Who live by faith and not by sight.
   When thinning shadows fade to black
   Polaris greets the standing bear,
   Then raise the sword to pierce the veil
   And strike the pose of saints in prayer.
   The Poems of the Circles
   The second circle’s path of blood
   Instructs the king his debt to pay,
   For all who seek a higher call
   Must patiently await their day.
   In circle three a raven lurks,
   Deceiving all with words of scorn,
   Yet two can find a hidden door
   To take them to a land reborn.
   New Eden lives in circle four,
   Beginning new a world thereof,
   But paradise is sealed for us
   Who suffer now for those we love.
   A shore afar is circle five;
   A captive waits in chains of greed.
   Each bite conceals the toxic lust
   And veils the demon’s bread and mead.
   Not all applaud the king’s brave quest
   To rescue men from savage chains,
   Yet still he foils the raven’s plot
   With tables turned from food to flames.
   When weapons fail and faith survives,
   In sacrifice the king expires,
   But rising from his river grave,
   His flame revives to kindle fire.
   An urban prison lies in six
   Where faithful soldiers e’er prevail,
   And death will sprout in life anew
   From seeds of light within the grail.
   The faithful souls will learn the truth
   That spoils of earth will never last.
   Contentment holds eternal keys
   To days of peace that never pass.
   The final circle numbers seven,
   And beasts await your sword’s command.
   The greatest danger tests your faith,
   And wisdom’s touch will make you stand.
   The bridge of faith still lies in wait,
   The narrow path of answered prayer.
   Restore the fountain from the stone,
   Regenerating souls laid bare.
   A dragon chained in darkest pits
   Will not behold pur 
					     					 			e freedom’s light,
   For dragons claim a lofty perch,
   Yet cannot reach the highest height.
   For even now in pits of gloom
   The dragon’s pride will never bow,
   Until redemption’s sword sets free
   The dragon’s heart to kneel and vow.
   Merlin’s Promise
   When dragons flew in days of old
   With flashing scales and flame,
   They soared in scarlet droves of fear
   With hearts no man could tame.
   The Watchers sang a siren’s chant,
   Seducing tickled ears,
   Ensnaring girls with heads laid bare
   And dragons far and near.
   While most fell prey to Satan’s song,
   A few held fast their birth
   And worshiped God’s created realm,
   Religion of the earth.
   Content to suffer wrapped in chains,
   A dragon leaves the skies.
   Content to bleed for souls unknown,
   A dragon bows and dies.
   But can such faith repel the wrath
   When evil is reborn?
   Can sacrifice alone endure
   When scaly hearts are torn?
   A warrior comes with sword and shield,
   With truth and faith in hand,
   Exposing lies and cutting through
   The darkness in the land.
   Has eye not seen, has ear not heard,
   The love that sets men free?
   From scales to flesh he softens hearts;
   From red to white he bleeds.
   And when the warrior rests his blade,
   With virgin bride he kneels.
   The dragons fade from scales to dust
   And bless the golden seal.
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   Table of Contents
   Cover
   Title Page
   Copyright Page
   Contents
   Acknowledgments
   Merlin’s Song
   Chapter 1: The Monogram
   Chapter 2: Dragons
   Chapter 3: England’s Call
   Chapter 4: The Compass
   Chapter 5: Merlin’s Warning
   Chapter 6: Morgan’s Threat
   Chapter 7: A World Within a World
   Chapter 8: The Invisible Veil
   Chapter 9: Lost Souls
   Chapter 10: The Second Circle
   Chapter 11: The Passage Beetle
   Chapter 12: Avalon
   Chapter 13: Ascending the Tor
   Chapter 14: The Forgotten City
   Chapter 15: New Eden
   Chapter 16: Something Wicked
   Chapter 17: Shiloh’s Story
   Chapter 18: Escape
   Chapter 19: Breathless
   Chapter 20: Blasting Through
   Chapter 21: The Hostiam
   Chapter 22: The Holy Grail
   Chapter 23: Following the Light
   Chapter 24: A Final Song
   Appendix
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