A famous medicine man once said to me,

    "I will no longer take apprentices in the old way.  It takes a lifetime to learn what I
    learned and another to teach it to another.  These are different times.  I will only
    teach artists, musicians and storytellers...  They are the only hope of reaching
    billions and changing the world."
    -Wolf

This is a story.  It is what Terra Stella has become (& maybe a little extra on the side--->).  
Someday we will talk about what is true.  Someday we may not have to...  Today we will just call
it our truth and leave it at that...







    Terra Stella
    a serial novella in progress
    & the first of the Surcadian Chronicles
    Ted Jauw & Kate Henriot
    surcadia@yahoo.com

    © 2006


    -Prologue-
    Destiny: The Only Imperative

    "Every man has his own destiny; the only imperative is to follow it, to accept it, no
    matter where it leads him."
    --Henry Miller

    (3:05 PM July 1, 2011 - Mission Beach, Monterey California)

    The surf and sun bleached young man at the counter had no idea how closely he was
    being watched.  Just as he had no idea that his retro looking spectacles did little to hide
    his good looks, he also had no idea how lucky he was to be alive.  The older man who
    stood directly behind had an idea because he had been watching him and after months
    of only seeing him through a high-powered riflescope, he could now just kill him bear
    handed.  

    The fact that he didn’t kill him had nothing to do with his looks or the fact that there was
    nobody at the little Auto-post package center.  It was mainly attributable to his need to
    get the address that was written on the box that the young man held; an address now
    facing down and away and about to be rolled down a conveyor and shipped off to a
    place unknown.  

    Years ago he may have done something to the handsome young man before the killing
    but that was before he had been reunited with his masters and the need for foreplay
    had been replaced by an unlimited license to kill.  Almost unlimited – for some reason
    this young indiscretion was off limits.  But it was a more than fair enough trade.    Maybe
    next time.  There would be a next time.  He felt it.  He was never wrong.

    Maybe next time he would have the pleasure of killing the young man but now… ‘women
    and children first’.  He laughed at his own killer joke and now as the two men stood next
    to each other for the first but not the last time, they were both like the package rolling
    down the AutoPost, only on different conveyor belts.  Neither knew where they were
    going after they left the little beachfront postal station.  Neither man cared.

    The young man was startled as he turned to leave and bumped right into his wannabe
    assassin, “Excuse me, didn’t know you were there.”  He had turned too suddenly to
    leave and had not realized what a relief it would be to be done with his task.  He had
    waited five years to deliver the package and now his job was done and his life was his
    own.

    His assassin mumbled something and turned his head quickly hoping that he hadn’t
    really been seen as the young man brushed by him eager to get back to paradise, back
    to whatever his new fate was.  The assassin watched helplessly as his real target, the
    box, started leaving securely and robotically attached to its little auto-conveyor belt;
    destination still unknown.  A split second decision had him jumping over the counter and
    lunging at a yellow sheet attached to the box and ripping most of it off as he ran, this
    time it was he who bumped into the young man as he ran out the door and into the
    California sunset.

    He looked at the paper as he ran and realized it didn’t hold the answer he needed.  He
    swore and crumpled it tightly in a fist that was used to inflicting pain.  Now there was no
    one to blame but himself.  He almost threw it away but something made him stop.  Call it
    a hunch or call it destiny.  He slowly unwrinkled the paper as he slowed down to a brisk
    walk.  He stopped.  He smiled.  It had to be her.  Trickster my ass.  The synchronicity
    was too perfect, the irony of the address was too much and the name she chose to hide
    under, priceless.   

    What a tangled web we weave, blah, blah, blah… It was not the address he was
    assigned to find but the name and address he now held un-crumpled in his hand
    deserved to be more than just crumpled.  She deserved to die just as much as the girl.  
    Maybe more.  Definitely more.  His masters would understand and he would be
    rewarded.  And besides, he hated spiders.  He would kill the other later.  The girl had no
    idea she was marked.  But this one…  He had a score to settle and, for once, need and
    want were like destiny and destination.  The same.
INTRO

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