One warm spring day Alister Clark was taking a walk through an expansive park-like tract of woods. He often did so when concerns of the secular world commenced to weigh heavily upon his mind. The wind, the enrapturing sounds of bird songs, combined with the sight of vast standing timber tracts, levied a soothing effect upon him. He viewed himself as being different somehow, from other people, preferring company with wilderness animals and the spirits of the wood; since oftentimes the company of people seemed as more of an impediment to him and his endeavors, than any form of positive asset.
This particular land tract was special to him, personally, since he made some unique discoveries here. One of these discoveries was a rather large shield boss with a runes hammer stamped into the somewhat concave side, he assumed was the one facing the enemies of its former owner. This fabulous piece of iron master craftsmanship would have been part of a larger device, with this boss screwed into place at an immediate central point. This wooden outward part would have covered the entire upper torso of what surely must have been its robust viking owner.
There was more about this piece of work that caught the attention of young Alister, the rather gaunt, bespectacled, long haired intellectual. In addition to these runes were a series of hieroglyphic symbols hammered into the relatively rust free metal, which was unusual for an artifact of such immense antiquity, constructed from what appeared to be wrought iron, he pondered in silence. Almost immediately Alister recognized each of these symbols to represent a direction, and a specified point of arrival. The arrow pointing to his right when he faced this shield boss, obviously represented an eastward direction.
In the far distance to the left from the exact point where this shield boss had been discovered, loomed a snow capped alp on a distant horizon. When he glanced back down upon the etching on this concave shield boss, he distinctly made out the exact form of this alp as he viewed it from where he stood upon that particular spot. Clearly the indications were eastward from the point where this metal shield boss had been discovered. A small 30 pound boulder at his feet, painted a flawless white by himself, marked the exact spot where this shield boss had been discovered earlier.
Across from where the arrow pointed, stood what appeared on the shield boss to represent a structure with a rounded center point, with both ends rounded rather than pointed; somewhat like the letter M, if one can imagine it with rounded rather than pointed ends. So to put these symbols into their proper context for the purpose of giving interpretation to what was more becoming a map in appearance; eastward from the point where the ancient shield was discovered, stood what must have been some type of stone structure, maybe.
As the sun above him was now rising, finding the way eastward from where he was now standing could not have been easier; he simply walked from that spot through the standing woods, directly into the rising sun. At this moment he could not have been more overjoyed, since he had been planning this return outing for more than a year.
He had graduated from university during this twelve month period since his discovery of the long lost shield boss. He had been much tied up with purchasing his graduation gown, his square cap, his gold plated medallion with a stamp representing his degree, including a neck chain, choosing his college ring, making and sending out invitations, etc. He only expected his family to attend, since he had virtually no friends at the time.
His ideas regarding the past, life in the present age, and his vision of the future was labeled by locals as being radical, when compared to the others from inside the community he hailed from. He was aware that often he was the subject of many a table side conversation from people who lived to labor, heeding the call of some extortionist usurping master in the shimmering distance, rather than labor to live, and venture to do so on their own terms. The thought of him endeavoring to challenge the status quo literally terrified these quivering provincial minds. Their own choice to bridle back demanded justification at somebody's expense, rather than their own. During his university years he had inherited this potential for walking the earth as a loner from high school.
Contrary to his past experience, he had met one particular young lady during his first year at university, however. She was an attractive, rather swarthy complected, bespectacled young lady, with shoulder length jet black hair hanging in long strands, who dressed as, and bore the appearance of being an intellectual Gypsy. She also wore a Gypsy style of silken bandanna nearly every day he chanced to see her. If she didn't assume the persona of a wandering Gypsy, then surely she must have been part of a belly dancing harem to a wealthy middle eastern sheik of some sort, he imagined as he reflected back to his university days. She told him her name was Ada Rowena. She possessed a very warm, endearing though simultaneously mysteriously astute, fun loving personality.
More than that observation, however, she was extremely well proportioned, with breasts appearing beneath her low cut silken dress front as splendid melons, filled with luscious juice, always yearning for him to touch, he envisioned; yet at the same time, the silent voice of his mind warned him harshly not to do so. When he was in her company he suddenly assumed an almost neurotic tremble in his stomach and breast, giving him a clumsy sensation of not knowing what to do with his legs, his feet, nor hands. He often choked up when he attempted to speak, though he desperately desired doing so, wanting to impress her with his diligently selected choice of academic words.
There were also other very noticeable effects in his thinking of her, let alone her actual presence, caused to manifest on his body. He struggled as he attempted to brush those thoughts aside. This young lady often appeared to have noticed all of this in her sudden disrupted facial expressions, but only smiled warmly rather than rudely brush him aside, as had all of the others before her. Her general manner allowed him to assume the insight that she very well may have enjoyed rendering such dramatic, highly noticeable effects upon his physical body and mind.
He sighed as he pondered upon the words once spoken unto him by this interesting vixen, seemingly to hail from the exotic near-east somewhere. He and this lady dabbled in the occultist arts, both dark and light, loved to paint, read incessantly, and write. There was no doubt that she possessed the ability to compose immaculate poetry in company with awe inspiring songs. She could paint portraits with a certain skill that caused the picture to assume the composition of more a portal window into some bizarre dimension, rather than a mere painting.
She possessed no concern for boys in general, so she had informed him, and was most content only in being locked up with her books and her own thoughts. Something about him, she once intimated, she perceived as being different in a compelling sense of the notion. He was worth her spending some time with, she had boldly informed him so long ago now. He paused to the point of becoming virtually entranced in his thoughts of the past. The world before his eyes was literally obliterated by his reflective vision.
There was more well worth knowing about this unique, absolutely gorgeous vixen of the exotic world. Once she had walked up behind him as he stood staring off into space, cooling beside a divine magnolia shade tree on the university campus, towering silently for more than 200 years in company with an ageless monument in effigy to those immaculate Sons Of Liberty, who manifested in the secular world for the purpose of restoring mankind's long lost Golden Age. He was nearly startled out of his skin when a warm wind with a smooth voice whispered that while she took great pride in maintaining her virginity, she took far more delight in studying every last one of the fine arts in milking the bone parfaitement sec pour l'homme droit.
He snapped around abruptly, nearly falling over backwards when his eyes fell upon her, as she caught him in her arms somewhat to steady him. He simply could not believe what he had heard coming from those delicate blood red lips. He never had a woman speak to him in such a smoothly seductive manner. What was he to do now? How was he ever supposed to behave in light of such a revelation?
Even now, when he reflected upon the moment, he almost felt faint as he paused to gaze blankly into the woods standing before him. He shrugged as he struggled to hold his mind on the task before him. After walking approximately 80 yards, he came to a small stone covered hill concealed from view in the wood stand until one was immediately upon it. Before it was an insignificant field of boulder-like stones standing approximately waist high. He gazed upon each and every one individually, then he astonishingly saw it; a distinct letter M stone, though not in perfect proportions, with rounded ends.
Carefully he walked up to this stone. Nothing was carved upon the side where he approached, so he walked around to the side facing the hill. There it was, another map with an arrow pointing eastward from that exact point, or shall we say southeast to denote a specific true direction? From there the arrow in the etching indicated what appeared as a flatly laying, square stone, strangely enough. A perfectly clear letter C was etched above the arrow. He paused momentarily while he pondered the meaning in this new discovery.
"You've figured it correctly," spoke the clearly audible female voice of a lady from the steppes above the Caspian sea, he perceived. He snapped around in utter astonishment, his eyes falling upon the perfect figure of Ada donned in a lightly azure, ankle length, silk and lace dress, in strikingly similar fashion to those well dressed Gypsies, as they are noted for wearing. He was mesmerized like a deer held fast in the high beam of a midnight spotlight. His jaw simply dropped as the breath fled from his body.
