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  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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