Black Gold:  Child of the House of Masir

Black Gold: Child of the House of Masir

Synopsis:  Khalid Ben-Hassin is visiting Gotham University while his father participates on panel on archaeology.  Khalid speaks wit his friend Ronnie back in Michigan assuring him that he is making the choices that he wants.  However, Khalid addresses the fact that he knows that his father does not want to return to Michigan due to the recent death of his mother one and a half years ago.  Upon experiencing a vision of a pool of blood, blood moon and then darkness Khalid asks his friend to wear the charm that his mother gave several years prior.  At the same time a young woman collapses in Khalid’s arm while delivering a cryptic message before falling unconscious, appearing to have suffered from an ailment of some kind

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“How’s Gotham?  Have you seen Batman yet?”   There was a snicker on the other side of the phone as Khalid looked it over with a slight roll of his eyes.

“Not here for any of that.   I’m  sure with everything that he does around Gotham he’s got hours to spare hanging out at Gotham U.”   With a snort Khalid continued walking towards the exit pushing the door open.”

“Remember archaeology seminar.   My dad’s sitting on a panel.   He thought I would like to go with him.  You know? Bonding. It’s been a while since we’ve been able to go anywhere. He’s been traveling a lot.”  He shrugged like his friend was there with him.   Pushing the door open he stepped outside.  “Actually, it’s been pretty interesting.  If we have the time, I might have dinner with my uncle.”

“Uncle?  What uncle?  You have an uncle that lives in Gotham City?”

Tipping his head from side to side he shrugged. “More like family friend.  I promised my mom that I would keep in touch, but you know school.  I’ve only seen him a few times and that was like when I was super little.”  More like he hadn’t seen him since he was baby.

“However, that all depends.  The Nighthawks are playing the Wolverines tonight remember?”  So, there was that.   “But I don’t know. It’s all in the air.  Even though I’m here I’m not here really.  Dad’s busy with a lot of things.  He’ll be headed to St. Roch after this and then overseas to give a few more lectures.”

Khalid shrugged standing on the edge of the quad.

“How long is he going to be on sabbatical,” It was a good question.  It was one that he had asked.

“Your guess is good as mine on that one. Technically he’s no longer on sabbatical.  He’s participating in a few lecture series, speaking on panels.  He’s talking about Oxford for possible a year. He was supposed to visit Kahndaq, but…”  That was put on hold.  “He said he was going to meet up with Dr. Sandsmark, but now that’s changed with the conflict.”  Could they call it a war now?  Less open conflict and just out and out war.

“So, he’s pretty much avoiding coming back to Michigan.”   Like the plague.

“Yeah.  He’s got tenure at U of M, but it’s not the same.”

Khalid did not know if it would ever be the same, so he made an effort when his father invited him places.  Gotham of all places, but at least it was somewhere.

“It’s been a year and half. He has to tell you something.  He can’t put that all on you.”

“He’s not putting anything on me.   He’s just not really to come back.  Everywhere he looks he sees her.   Everywhere he goes all he can think about are the memories.  He feels haunted.  He feels guilty.” That’s what it felt like to Khalid.  He didn’t know how else to explain it.

“I’m not going to pressure him to do something he’s not ready to do.  He’s working. He’s trying to get through it.  We talk. If he’s not ready to come home then he’s not ready to come home.  It’s better than what it was before.”  Taking a few steps out into the quad Khalid walked over towards one of the benches to take a seat.

“You got me there. I remember that.  It was…tough.”

Tough was putting it mildly Khalid thought.   Seeing his father like that was difficult.

“Yeah it was and before you ask, he’s there.  He’s present.  He knows I miss her too.   Don’t worry.   Last thing I want is for you to start worrying about me.  I have enough to focus on.  There’s the house.  There’s my mom’s shop.  I have to make a decision about what I want to do with it. People are still coming in even though know she’s not there.”

He told himself that he was going to make a choice about what to do with the shop. His mother left it to him and his father signed over the house.  They were his to do with what he wanted. Whatever decision Khalid made his father said he would support him.

“Still.  There’s only so much you can do there. I know you…”

Khalid couldn’t help it.  He knew what Ronnie was going to say.

“You know what?  That I’m not as good as my mom was?  She taught me a lot.  I watched here, but yeah I have a lot more to learn and I’ve been doing what I can.” Nothing wrong with the work he was doing there.  He kept up with his studies.  All and all he was doing pretty good considering.

“I took a year off so I have to play catch up, but like my mom used to say I was already ahead.”  Shrugging again he glanced up at the groups of Gotham U students that passed him by.

“True, but is it the life that you want?  Don’t you want to get out of the state?  See the world?  And please Gotham doesn’t count as the world.”

That drew a chuckle from Khalid.

“I can still see the world even if I decide to keep the shop.  I’m not stuck.  Trust me.  Anything but that. I have options.  Options are good, but I’m not in a panic either.”   Reaching into his pocket he looked at the card that his father had given him.  It was a business card, blank on one side and on the other was a hand written address.

Drawing a deep breath Khalid tucked the card away smiling.  “I should let you go.  You got things to do.  You always got things to do, and I have to see if we’re going to see this game or try to check in with my uncle.”  Mystery of mysteries there.

“If you talk with the uncle tell me how that goes.  I’m curious about this.  What’s his name any way?”

“Alan.  Alan Scott.”  Khalid still didn’t know how he felt about that.  Why was it important to meet someone that hasn’t seen him since him since he was a baby. He wondered if he had been there at his mother’s funeral.   Possibly.  If so why weren’t they reacquainted then?  Actually, Khalid had a good idea why they weren’t reacquainted.

“And you’re back when?”

There was a bit of a chortle. “Clocking my time now?”  With a bit of a snort Khalid leaned back against the bench.  “Two to three days.  My dad’s going to be flying out of Metropolis.   So, I might head out there with him and then catch a flight or train back to Detroit. I haven’t decided yet. Either way I promise not to get lost on my way back.”  He knew his friend was worried, worried that he was taking on far too much, but Khalid knew better.  Death, it wasn’t the first time that death had visited itself upon his family.

“Alright time to end the call.”   He shot up from his seated position colliding with a passerby knocking the water bottle from their hand.

“Shit. Sorry.”  He took a step forward to make sure they didn’t fall, but the bottle of water hit the ground, bouncing twice before rolling across the pathway the contents spilling from out. It was a quick glance at first, but the second was drawn out as Khalid watched the water spread across the ground. As quickly as the water spread slowly it quickly overcome red liquid that seemed to over take the water until it filled every part of the puddle that it had made.

“Sorry.”  He smiled to the stranger pulling his phone back to his face.  “Um..” He wet his lips.

“Ronnie. You know the pendant that my mom made for you a couple years back?”

There was a bit of a pause.

“Yeah..”

“Wear it for the next couple of days for me?”  He knew that was going to sound weird.

There were a few seconds of silence.

“Does this mean we’re going steady, Khalid?”  He could hear the humor in Ronnie’s voice.

“Shut up and  humor me, asshat.  Wear it for a few days. Okay.”

“Right. Right.  You ok?”

Khalid looked in the water the which shifted a bit the red liquid pulling itself towards one corner of the water into a single circular shape that appeared to be trapped within in, reflected perhaps.

“Yeah. I’m fine.”

Ending his call Khalid slipped the phone away before he watched the image in the puddle of water move from red to black until it consumed the entire pool of liquid.  Shutting his eyes he told himself not to become consumed with the images, but it was the sound of the other’s staggered breathing that pulled him from his thoughts. Turning towards the person he knocked into he thought they might be upset with him, but far from the case.

“Are you..”  He asked looking into her eyes which seemed to glaze over the moment they did she collapsed. If not for him reaching out for her she would have hit the ground.

Reaching for her forehead she felt cold, despite the fact her forehead was covered in sweat.

“SOMEBODY!”  Khalid called out.  “SOMEBODY HELP!”

Reaching out to touch the woman’s forehead he pressed the heel of his hand towards her forward head.

He began to speak when he felt the woman’s hand at his wrist.

“Child of the House of Masir.  Do not involve yourself in things you are not ready for.”  The woman said in a voice that was far from her own.   There was a deep gasp before she collapsed falling unconscious.


Takes places after the events that occurred during:  Black Gold: The Demon and the Mystic

Synopsis:  Khalid muses on how to move forward.  Perhaps it’s time to set aside caution.

———–

“Child of the House of Masir.  Do not involve yourself in things you are not ready for.”

The voice echoed within the sides of his head before he watched the woman’s eyes roll into the back of her head, her body limp in his grip. It almost felt lifeless, yet she was alive. Staring down at his hands Khalid could still feel the weight of the woman’s body, a phantom weight of sorts.

Ma’am?  Ma’am?”

His voice sounded as far away as the moment was.  The incident occurred  less than a day ago, and it had  remained with him. As he had told his mother when they spoke, the vision was incomplete.

He knew that he would speaking with his mother soon enough.  He needed confirmation yet he did not.  There were forces at work here within Gotham, yet he didn’t know how far it extended.  Was it a case of the Traveler being unable to see completely or was Gotham the only place his gaze could not pierce?

What if there were other areas?  To attempt in invocation would be foolish.  It would tip Khalid’s hands, so he decided to work through other means.  Of course, he knew that the method he employed came with its own set of consequences if events did not work in his favor.

Do not involve himself in things he is not ready for?  Is anyone ever ready?  His presence in Gotham was a coincidence.  His mother was worried, because she knew all to well the dangers that Gotham held yet visiting the city was inevitable. This was something that could not be avoided, not if Khalid was going to honor the ones that came before him, still he knew there were those that he could reach out to, but to involve them meant to ask and answer a series of questions that would probably result in Khalid reminding himself that his is one of many realms.

One that is often overlooked for one reason and often avoided for others. House of Masir.  The message that he had been given was specific one that was troubling. One that he also thought not to share with is mother. He did not want her to worry.  She had made the choice she made, and he would not involve her in matters of the physical realm.

It was one thing to ask questions it was another to ask for direct intervention.  That came at to high a price for all involved. Though the message was specific it was lacking. That worked in his favor so he would have to restrain himself.  He would have to temper his actions and his thoughts. He was skilled enough.  His grandmother and other teachers saw to that.

He was capable, but how capable did he want to be. To shine a light on what was happening meant to open himself up to things sooner than he anticipated.  This was Gotham, whatever it was could stay here, but if he involved himself it could follow him home.  It could put the people in his orbit in danger.

Still he couldn’t shake the feeling that this was just the beginning of what was to come?

Looking out the window from his bed he looked upon the moonless sky.

”I was gifted with a vision.”

He and his mother both knew that he did not have visions. They did not come to him randomly, not out of the blue. To be given or gifted with a vision meant that someone meant for him to see it and the moment they did it had been intercepted. Perhaps…

“No absolutely not.”  Shaking his head, he knew was foolish to consider even broaching the subject. So many possibilities, but the cost.  There it was again.  To do an end run meant that he would have the pay the piper and Khalid wasn’t sure if this was worth any such payment.   He was being cautious, perhaps too cautious, but with good reason he thought.  The thought that entered his mind was far from random, but it had its drawbacks, too many at this time.  There were too many uncertainties, but he would keep it in the back of his mind.

Perhaps that was the other problem.  Far too many thoughts for his mind to contain.  A swirl of galaxies all with as many stars as there are cells in the human body. Far too many to count, all threatening to spill across the great vastness of space.

Still it seems someone had fixed their eye upon him and sought him out.  Was he to ignore this message or act upon it?  He was pretty certain that whoever issued the warning was keeping tabs upon him now waiting to see what he would do. Probably curious what he had done afterwards.  No action had been taken by Khalid, but what did he do in the building?  Who could he have reached out to?

Burning questions, but nothing came of it, because the child of the House of Masir had taken no direction action that could be perceived. Still his actions will have ripples no matter how discreet the messenger which is why he did not set his mother upon a more direct path.  Instead he inquired about the Traveler’s current abilities.

Nothing’s wrong with that right?  He felt in the pit of his stomach he already knew the answer, but he needed confirmation.

“A convergence of events?  Planned?”  He didn’t know.  It is possible. Drawing in a deep breath he opened he shut his eyes reminding himself that he would have to return soon. Not to Detroit, but to other commitments. They could not be ignored.  There were more tomes to consult.  There never seemed to be enough hours in the day.

Black Gold:  Meeting at Shadowcrest

Black Gold: Meeting at Shadowcrest

Synopsis:  Faust arrives in Gotham and goes to visit Zatanna Zatara at her home, Shadowcrest, to relay a request from the Deputy Director in charge of Mystic Affairs at Nowhere.


 

FAUST

Gotham City.  People either loved it or hated it.  There was no in between.   You either stood on one side or the other.  At least that’s how I saw it.  Of course, most of the individuals that I came in contact with also thought of it in one of two ways. This is also dependent upon your worshipping habits, but usually what came to mind was Gotham City was either God’s left arm pit or Satan’s anus.  Take your pick and deities, demons and other celestial beings were quite interchangeable.

Either way I found myself sitting in an Uber, because it was the only way to travel these days.

Not really, but I thought I would do my level best to fit in.  I was not alone, because there was always someone that was curious about what was happening in other parts of the country.  Not that they lacked for entertainment and in way shape or form, but given all that was shared during my meeting with the Deputy Director I knew that interests would be piqued.

We had arrived at my destination thirty minutes ago, but I wanted to give it a moment before I ventured out.  Gotham was Gotham.  Not the first time I had traveled here, it won’t be the last.  I just wanted a moment to think through everything that happened before I arrived.   What it all meant and how it all would play out.

Tests.  There were always tests, but if there were tests what was being set in motion.  I don’t know if I can answer that.  I don’t know if I care to.  Assumptions are things I care little for. I prefer facts when I can acquire them.  Either way it didn’t matter.  This was just the beginning, or the middle.  Or the middle of the beginning.  Ha!

Opening the door, I stand up tall looking the building over adjusting my shades before stepping forward towards the entrance.  It would serve me right if she wasn’t in.  I didn’t call ahead, but there are reasons for that.   When you call ahead you give someone an opportunity to duck out and say they missed your call or that they were out of town.   No, no.  Can’t have that happen.

I checked into a posh hotel and everything.  That’s no indication that I would be here for several days just a nice place to wait if I have to.  Can’t spend my days in an uber and I can only drink so much before it’s no longer appealing.  Granted I have not reached that limit yet, but I rather experience that somewhere other than Gotham.

Locating the name in question I reach out with a finger and press the call button.

 

ZATANNA

The door opened. There wasn’t a return buzz, there was no voice calling over the speaker in the box. It was just a small burst of the air moving and the door opening entirely on its own. Things were not always as they appeared and that is something Mr. Faust would figure out as he moved through the posh apartment building and to the matching numbers placed on the door in lovely brass findings.

Like many mystics, Zatanna kept her true location a mystery but if people wanted to find her, they could. So long as their intent was not to bring harm, they would be welcome. The Magician was a collector of odd friends and allies that she had crossed paths with over her life and her adventures.

Faust would find the door would open again, before his finger made contact with the heavy brass knocker. No bells, no buttons, just a single knocker that opened into a darkened foyer, a large staircase leading up to the upper levels. By interior design alone it didn’t seem to make much sense for its placement within the apartment building.

“Welcome to Shadowcrest,” her voice was warm and welcoming as she came into view. Those elegant but confident steps down the stairs made it seem like even in her relaxed home life, she always tended to put on a show.

“Pardon the dust and the cobwebs, won’t you come inside?”

 

FAUST

When the door opened I look across the threshold knowing that this is when it would be lights out for my “shadow”  there would be no crossing the threshold for my companion.  Private audience which would lead to many questions that I may or may not answer.  Rather than linger I stepped across giving no concern to the door that was left open as it would close soon enough.

Taking a moment to take everything in I direct my eyes to the second door that opens.   Stepping inside my eye focus on stairs that will take me towards my destination. My thoughts focused on the stairs themselves, rather than thinking about the elevator if their had been one.  I probably would have passed regardless.  Each step drew me higher, and as I counted them I focused on that rather than my relative position to the ground at the moment.

The design of the building mattered not, because it is what it is.  There was not a doubt in my mind that if confusion is what was desired confusion would be what was drawn forth.  Twist and turn and you would lose yourself within the well constructed labyrinth.  Luckily for me I had no desire to cause harm or level threats.  Threats were irrelevant and unnecessary not my forte unless truly necessary.  It’s best just to say that other messengers could be dispensed and leave it at that.  For most it meant that they were willing to take that risk. For me, a nice dinner and perhaps a movie before returning to the roost.

When the woman came into view Sebastian stopped for a moment allowing her her due before she apologized for the dust and cobwebs.

“Eh?  Hadn’t noticed.” Stairs.  Those were the only things that had come into focus until I lifted my head and the raven haired woman found herself stair into her own reflection.

“Of course. Didn’t come all this way to do this own the stairs.”   There was a hint of a smirk as I resumed my movements until I was off the stairs and inside her home.  Of course it was a bit of a misnomer as the moment I stepped through the door of the building I was inside her home so to speak.

“I trust I haven’t interrupted anything.”   Would it matter?  I don’t know. It’s possible.  I never really know.  It really doesn’t matter for way I rather not think about, because thoughts can be distracting.    So pleasantries or right down to business which should it be?  Which would be more believable?

Small talk. I’m capable, but really?  Who does small talk these days?

 

ZATANNA

Shadowcrest had been in the Zatara family for many generations. It operated on its own laws that didn’t really adhere to the laws of what most would consider reality. It was exactly where it needed to be at the right moment or it was nowhere at all. Faust may even feel a bit off equilibrium stepping inside. The interior wasn’t in the building, who was to really say where the actual home was anyhow?

The door didn’t stay open long enough to allow a someone passing by a peek, unfortunately it also meant that if Faust tried to open the door again it may lead somewhere else entirely.

“I try to make myself available if someone needs to see me. Unless I’m doing a show, I’m usually around. How can I help you?”

She stopped briefly at the foot of the stairs, looking him over before taking another cautious foot step forward and getting into a more comfortable distance for a conversation. She took a moment to take in a breath before he spoke. Usually when people came to speak to her, it wasn’t good news.

 

FAUST

I tethered myself as best as I could.  There was always going to be a bit of disorientation.  Awareness was a blessing and a curse.  Being unaware would be a blessing for my mind at the moment, but no such case for me.  It took less than a moment to right myself, but better this than other things I could be dealing with.  Turning my attention towards Zatanna I offered a smile.

“Well, it seems to be my looking night then.” Throw in a chuckle and I would find myself a seat to drop into.

I don’t bite. Promise.  I’m a messenger nothing more nothing less.  Lies, but tonight right now I’m a messenger.   Surprise you’ve been activated or whatever we want to call it.   I bring tidings of good things.  Lies, but what a wonderful lie it would be.  My lips settle back into a tin line, but at least it’s not a frown.

“It seems that events in Gotham has been picked up by our scryers.   Enough was revealed to warrant a visit.”  Visit not investigation.  I’m not investigating anything.

Yay for me.

 

 

ZATANNA

“Events like that always create ripples. I’m not surprised.”

She did pause a moment with a brow raised. She had an idea of what scryers he was speaking about. It was impossible to mask the energies of that particular event when she wasn’t even there. Perhaps she should have been, it likely would not have been such a disaster.

“It was also in Gotham which is a bit outside jurisdiction when the city has its own in place. It’s best to tread lightly on this one. I’ve come nose to nose with the Bat over similar situations, I certainly wouldn’t recommend it.”

There was more than this man just coming to mention the event, he likely knew she was knowledgeable in how the events came to be, who was involved, how it ended. Information was more valuable than money and information could be used like an arrow from a bow.

“So, what’s the nature of the visit?”

She made a gesture over in the direction of the parlor, a dim light from the fireplace illuminating a comfortable seating area. She was a good hostess, even if certain turns of phrase put her on alert.

 

FAUST

“No one’s surprised.”  I could care less, but here I am talking about it, because the even itself is not what lead me to be here talking with Ms. Zatara.

“Bollocks on the Bats and his sycophants.  The Demon’s Head and his assassins arrived en masse to fetch something that was taken.  Same assassins was led by what I can only assume was an demented infant in a red mask that from what I understand is part of the House of Bat.   As far as I’m concerned their house is out of order, but it’s the last thing on my mind.”  My mind, but I’m not exactly the person they need to be concerned with when it comes to all things Bat.

“They sent me not some caped or masked wonder.”  Simple as that.   “I’m not here to tsk, shame or wonder what the hell happened.  It didn’t happen.  As far as I’m concerned that business is closed, but my visit is not unwarranted and it is connected to the event I suspect you’re referring to.”   I move in towards the parlor and find myself the nearest chair so I can glance back towards Zatanna.

“I’m here to solicit your assistance and in a way a lack there of, for something that’s coming.”  Did that sound right.  “It’s not so much I want to put you in the penalty box, more like I want you to sit on the bench. Well, not me.”  I clarify. “My superior would like you to sit this out, but they would like you to observe.  Before you ask no we have set nothing in motion.  This is something that’s occurred all on its own independent of our actions.”

 

ZATANNA

Zee kept her lips quite shut on the subject of the Bats. They’ve been out of order since the Batman was presumed dead. He held that order, he kept everything in line. He had a very calculated and careful way of doing it and he poured all of himself into that very mission. Zatanna’s connections now were rather loose and she hadn’t reached out to the eldest, nor had he reached out to her.

She had no problems following the accent, the words used, the tone used. She was used to that rabble from John.

“In what way is it connected? I became involved, you know. I ran clean up. I spoke with the individuals involved, more of a warning to them than anything.”

Her eyes narrowed a touch, maybe it was a trick of the light from the fire that made them flash blue, or it was the complete lack of information that was being floated to her.

“What am I sitting out on? Do you even know what you’re dealing with? This runs a little deeper and older than what it seems like on the surface.”

 

FAUST

“Serendipitous convergence.”  It really is.  It’s a wonder how it happened, but one I did not have the pull to find out through official channels.  Simply put the Deputy Director wasn’t talking.  I’m sure he has people looking into it, but either way, it can be problematic.

“My superiors would like to know how capable certain individuals are. Should it be something they should be concerned about or is it something they should no longer be concerned with.  I mean buildings are still standing.  The populace is alive for the most part. The alternative is troubling, yet they still walk the streets, lead their happy little lives.  So, no there’s no concerned about that.”  For the moment. “It seems that they have it well under hand. Hopefully it continues to remain that way.  Death has a way of bringing a clarity that few ever desires. ”  He waved his hand a bit.

“However..”  He reached into his jacket producing the sheet of vellum.   “As for your involvement.  Oh we’re quite aware of that.   It was made abundantly clear that you were involved.”  Unrolling the parchment he let Zatanna have a good look.  It wasn’t the first sheet with the words that had been written upon it. Instead it was the sheet of Loops.  Lines of loops that formed a bit fat ‘Z’.

“Personally, I have no qualms about your involvement.  someone needs to clean up magic gone wrong.  Why not someone of your caliber.”  My shoulders rose and fell.

“However,  this is the second sheet.   The first sheet revealed demons.  Then, The Demon.”  I shake my head.  “I rather not discuss him if possible.  The less said the better.  I don’t know how many demented infants Gotham can handle honestly, but you know perhaps it’s a magnet.” I couldn’t help the smirk.

“Think of this as an assessment to see if the status quo should remain or if things should change. Whatever has the House of Bat out of sorts is …”  How could I put this?

“…has drawn concern from various individuals.  What if that spread into the area that falls under our purview.  Gotham is your home.  It falls under you eyes.  You aid when you can if you can. You intercede when events demand it, but what if you are unable to?  What if you are drawn somewhere else?  Are you confident that your associates would be able to meet the problem head on.  Handle the fall out?  Make the tough choices if they have to?”  Faust rolled up the vellum spoke a few words then rolled it out revealing what he had seen on the first sheet.

The lines of loops that formed  words.  <I>Demons.   THE DEMON.</i>   “That is the least of our concerns.”

“This….”  He motioned to the words that came after the second lines of lips.  “…does.”

“Born on a Monday.  Christened on a Tuesday.”  That’s where it ended followed by one last line.

“Black Gold.”  Which had nothing to do with oil.

“I find that troubling, but as troubling as I find it.  Do you think your cohorts are ready and are you prepared to sit on the sidelines and watch?”

 

ZATANNA

“I’m concerned about the gathering that occurred. I feel it was a very small play in a larger scheme. A scheme now in the hands of Jason Blood and his apprentice to figure out, assuming they can manage to not make a bigger mess than they have already. You’re right, he’s not a concern. As long as the demon has something to hunt and something to fight, he usually stays out of trouble. He may be following a branch of the tree that is the many problems of the mystical nature that affect this realm.”

The awful part was having to pick and choose which battles were worth fighting and which were worth ignoring until they became a bigger problem. Then again, with those words spoken, there was the bigger problem.

“Who do you need?” her tone was clipped.

She could trust in her friends and her allies but she didn’t like the thought of losing one of them to such a threat. With the right people, it shouldn’t be that bad. With the right people it could also go way off track and into a chaotic mess.

 

FAUST

“That is none of my business. It could be, but I’m not one of the “cool kids.” I’m my very own Rudolph.  Except my nose doesn’t glow.” I pouted, before smirking. “There are always larger forces at work.”  It’s true.  “My life is the result of larger forces at work. Well, they both have massive egos.” Can’t help that.

“However, what should we be concerned about?  What you’re concerned about which will probably some kind of hands off deal, because someone will get their tights in a twist.  I’m confident that you will be able to handle that bit of business, but Black Gold it can go one way or another.  From better to worse.  It is possible that these items could intersect or are intersecting”  Potentially.

“Sadly I’m just a messenger.  I could check around, see if there’s anything to be concerned about regarding the Black portion of this, but, given what you said you may have to consider the fact that you may find yourself entangled in this as things become larger.  So, entangled that you may have to delegate and trust.”

When most people that are aware of Nowhere engage with Nowhere it’s not all threats and intimidation.  It was about preparing.  Preparing for the hard choices.  Good or bad.  Like I said.   Depending on who you prayed to Gotham City was either God’s left armpit or Satan’s anus.  Take your pick, but there was always something funky going on.

 

ZATANNA

“Aren’t we all a result of larger forces?”

Everything seemed to happen for a reason and Zatanna had her own complicated web of a past that tied her intricately to this world.

“I’m going to take this with the approach of being the woman behind the curtain. I’ll delegate what I can. Makes it easier for me to keep these eyes on a certain pair of demons until I can find someone else suitable for the role. I am in full understanding of the role they want me to keep in this.”

It was the ‘why’ she was trying to puzzle out. Did they want to see how things turned out? Test the best of those that would gather against the threat? What were they even going to do with those findings? Nowhere was not omnipotent, all-powerful, and impenetrable. All they had to do was twist the knife in the wrong direction and they’d have a host of problems to deal with. Monitoring metahumans and aliens was one thing, monitoring mystics was a whole other realm entirely.

“Scotch before you hit the road, Mr. Faust?”

 

FAUST

“Some yes.  Some…”  He considered it for a moment.  “More of a happy or tragic accident.”  Much of that depended upon the person’s point of view, but we all cling to what we want.  In truth my life as it is was the result of someone being craftier than my father.  Still there were things that I was privy to, not because information had been shared by the deputy director or his predecessor, but because of observation and knowledge of certain events.

Someone was testing the edges, wanting to see how much they could fray them.  I won’t pretend to know how far it goes, but I know no good can come of the Black.  There are some things I can look into that has nothing to do with Gotham, but I find myself wondering  is this the beginning or a happy accident. Perhaps that’s been overplayed?

I know what the Deputy Director has done by sending me here.  Damn it.  It’s not that I care for a soul in this city, but my interest has been piqued. Perhaps my shadow can deliver my report for me. Perhaps.

“A drink would be nice, but I’m afraid that I should get back, report in and see where to be I’m sent next.  I may be in Gotham for the foreseeable future or I may be recalled.”  Difficult to say.  “I may be directed elsewhere.” Perhaps find out what the paths that Gold and Black have taken. Perhaps look and see if this portends something more.  It is conceivable.   Anything is conceivable.  Many eyes have been drawn away from Gotham and towards happenings in the Middle East.

What creatures play when the cats are away?

“Perhaps next time?”

Black Gold Prologue:  Enter Faust

Black Gold Prologue: Enter Faust

Synopsis: Faust is summoned by the Deputy Director in charge of Mystic Affairs within Nowhere to investigate and address a coming threat in Gotham.  From Faust’s perspective things seem set for a test and observation for a potential future assignment that the Deputy Director may see fit to outsource.


-Several hours after the events in Gotham transpired involving the cultists.–

Striding down the corridor he paused for a moment turning his attention towards the shadows tipping his head to the side. He tipped his head down to look over the edge of the dark glasses he wore.  “That’s not very nice.”  The words were directed towards an unseen figure while the dark-haired man retrieved an item from the inside of his jacket pocket.

“I was summoned.  You were not.  Let’s not turn this into some ugly business.  We know how he can get.   Play nice and I’ll bring you and your master…”  He smirked at that, because he really didn’t know how that twisted relationship worked.

“Something nice.”   Sliding his finger up the tip of it lit up with a single flame allow him to light the cigarette that he slipped into his lips.

“Promise. Cross my soulless little heart.”  Chuckling he turned away from the shadows resuming his approach to the office that had been summoned to.  Knocking upon the door three times he waited for it to open.  The sides of the door slid open retreated into the walls revealing the office inside.  It appeared to be no different than many of the offices contained within the building.  When the doors shut behind him, he turned waiting to make sure that his ‘shadow’ had accepted his offer.

When he saw that there was no sign of his trail he turned towards the man behind the large desk, taking a drag from the cigarette in his mouth. Removing it he released the long stream of smoke looking towards it then towards the man behind the desk.

“They really should do something about this.  It’s far too large and you’ll never use it.”  He offered while stepping towards the desk taking a seat before it.

“Before you ask.  Yes, I’m alone.”   Paranoid much?  Always.   Always.  Always. It did bear repeating three times, but what are you going to do right?

The man didn’t speak instead sliding a lone manila folder towards him.  The other was held back, the one that was passed to him was thin, the other was a bit thicker.  The edges were worn, nicks along it, a few tears.  The second revealed all that he needed to know.   He was quite familiar with he second folder, so the dark-haired man chose to focus on the first one, the thinner of the two.

Setting the cigarette down into the ashtray on the desk he reached for it with a single finger drawing it towards himself opening it slowly, so he could look through the information that had been gathered, but instead of a file full of information and pictures, there were two sheets of paper.  The top sheet had had what some would say was nothing but scribblings upon it, random one might accuse, but anything but that.

“Faust.”  The man behind the desk finally spoke the dark-haired man’s name motioning to the cigarette.

Faust pressed his tongue against the back of his teeth reaching for the cigarette. Lifting it he pressed it into the bottom of the ashtray extinguishing it before returning his attention towards the sheet of paper.  It was heavy, that’s because it was more than just paper it was parchment.

“Vellum.”  It was far from new, but usually used for certain cases.

“I see.”

Examining the first sheet he glanced down at what had been recorded.  What started out as a line turned into lines of loops that stretched from one side of the sheet of calf skin.  It continued for three lines before it began to turn into letters that formed words.

Demons.  Death.  Power.

“Well…..”

There was an arch of the brow that meant that he should continue.   Faust had no problem with that. He continued the movement of his eyes slowing until it settled on the next work after another line of loops.

THE DEMON

With Roth in Kahndaq handling business he knew why he was here.  Bases were being covered.  The Deputy Director wanted someone to look into this.  Faust would not go as far as to say that stars were aligning, but there were some things that could not be ignored.

GOTHAM

“Really. That doesn’t surprise.”   Not at all.   There was something quite cheeky on the tip of his tongue when he found himself prevented from continuing.

SLAM!

The sound of the Deputy Director’s hand hitting the surface of the desk causing it to shake was enough to focus Faust’s attention.

Faust’s eyes drifted down a few lines further.

BORN ON A MONDAY.  CHRISTENED ON TUESDAY.

Scanning each line from behind the dark sunglasses he wore until he reached the end he paused for a moment.

“A test?”  Pursing his lips together he wondered if this was appropriate, but it wasn’t his to worry about right?

“It could be, can be problematic truly depending …”  There was something to consider there.   Colors Gold which was less a color and something else.  That could be quite problematic.

All of this and there was a second sheet of vellum.

Lifting it up and he tipped his head to the side.

“Now this is really rich.”   He grinned a bit.  “However, I believe I understand where my journey begins.”

He glanced at the line of loops.  They were order and done in such a way that they spelled out a single letter, one that said everything.

“Do you think I will be welcomed?  You know when we darken doorsteps most do their best to turn us away.”  A single brow rose from behind the dark shades that set upon his face.   His lips couldn’t help the smirk that it wore.

“Are you sure I’m the right individual for this?  She’s definitely not soft on me.”  He offered before shutting the folder.    It seemed that the Deputy Director had not given up on the main task.   No matter.

“I shall see this done through to the end.” Well at least the notification.  He could do that.  “Shall my shadow follow me to give everyone a proper view?”   There was silence to that meaning that it was left up to him.

“You do know that it could lead to curious minds.”  He offered, but perhaps that is the way it was meant to be.

 

“I’ll be on my way then unless there was anything else you would like to share.” Faust turned his attention towards the second manila folder.  “Any news from Raven?”  Perhaps she might have picked up on something.  It was possible.

 

“’Fraid not then.   Bit of a downer that she’s not going to be here to see her favorite spellcaster.  I always do enjoy when the two of them sit down to tea.  Perhaps another time.”  Perhaps.   Faust smirked before leaking the office.

 

This was going to be fun, the best time ever.  That’s what he would continue to tell himself as he got ready to step into a Pandora’s Box of bullshit.

“Oh, just to make sure that they know that I’m not making this up.  Can I take this?”  Reaching for the second sheet of vellum rolling it up.  Would it be too much ask for a wax seal?  Probably this should be enough.

Now he will be on his way.

 

The Final Trials:  The Weight of the Heavens

The Final Trials: The Weight of the Heavens

Synopsis:  Freddy stops a few miles out before reaching his destination while reflecting over the conversation that he and Black Adam has.  Which brings him to a bit of an epiphany.


 

My destination was in my sights, yet the closer it became the slower I became until I found myself landing miles away.  Yet, I could go no further.  During my conversation with Black Adam I considered all that had been shared with me.  It had not gone unnoticed that he began to refer to me Black Freeman.  I chose not to respond, because what would I say?  What could I say?   There are times to speak and times to listen and though we both chose our words as carefully as we could there were things to learn, things to be taught, things to remember.

I was here because of the Trials and though he pressed me on the matter cutting through every other reason to bring me to where I needed to be I considered was he right?  Was he wrong?  Was I right?  Was I wrong?  To some of it I could say yes.  To some of it I could say no. I could become frustrated and reject his notions, but I chose not to, because no matter what all may say there is something to learn from someone who has done this all before.

I suppose that I am stubborn when it comes to many matters, but is it a matter of refusal or a matter of acceptance or perhaps a combination of the two?  The fact that I refuse to accept things as they are not, because they are not that, but because I cannot accept a world when I will not and cannot try.  There are many obstacles that are set upon my path and to merely allow them to be deterrent would do a me and all that have come before me a great disservice.

Hope is not enough, one must be willing to act, but when one acts without hope what remains?  Do I accept what Adam says as truth yes, but truth is subjective. One can use it as a sword, a shield, or club if they choose to, but they can also use it as a beacon, a guiding star. It is a fact that I am here because of the trials. I was told that they are almost at an end so hear I am but is that they only reason why I stand here…I stand here.

I am here to see this to the end, but my path that I travel is not so narrow that I am unaware of what happens around me, because of me.  The Trials are meant to test me as much as they are meant to prove to the powers that be that I am worthy, but does that mean that I ignore all that has happened?

From New York to Fawcett City to Metropolis to Coast City and now to Kahndaq, does it mean that all of this has been a simple means to an end? Every step I have taken has taught me something I did not know about the world and about myself.  It is shown me the man I aspire to be, the man I need to be, but not every lesson is taught in a vacuum.  There are triumphs and defeats, victories and losses. Sometimes a combination of the two.  Nothing is given freely.

Why do I seek the Wizard?  Am I angry with him?  For everything that has come to pass?  Am I angry with myself for thinking setting myself upon this path?  Am I angry with Adam for the things that he had said.  For telling me that I must accept that which I have wrought?  The seeds I have sown have yielded fruit of a most dangerous kind.

I have soared and stumbled, sometimes alone, sometimes together with others. Am I afraid? Yes. Am I afraid?  No. I chose this. I.Chose.This.   There was no accident.  There was no gun to my head, no knife at my back. I chose this.  Am I afraid?  Yes.  Am I afraid? No.  Fear lies within but fear only triumphs when I do nothing.  When I let it consume me.   When I allow Adam’s words to shape me into something I am not.

Do I hate him.   No.  There are things I must here, because to hear them, to know them is to understand them.  Understand that each step I take towards the end will mean many things.  Good things, bad things, all things.  All things that I must be, no matter come what may.  I.Chose.This.  Good. Bad. Ugly.  I chose to be their champion.  To prove my worth.  To accept the consequences, all of them.

Yet, no matter what I still have a choice. In the end I am Freddy Freemen underneath it all.  There are so many ways that this could have come together.  So many things that could have been done.   Six patrons, six Lords of Magic could make the impossible possible, yet they needed a connection someone to channel what gifts they would into.

That means I get a say in this.  They chose this.  They live with the consequences and I will live with mine.   I live with mine, because that is what is necessary to keep moving forward.  If I didn’t I would retreat and lose myself to the guilt.  Guilt that would be to terrible to bear.  I bear it, because it reminds me why I must keep stepping forward, why I must accept that there are better ways.  That there are always possibilities.

I do not shield myself from what has happen. I do not deny the part I have played in setting this in motion. Whether or not another could have stood in my place does not matter. I stand here. I chose to be here. I.Chose.This.

My eyes look in the distance where dark smoke rises.  Shutting my eyes, I focus on what I can hear.  What I can smile. I think about the bodies that I came across and the fear in the eyes of people of Kahndaq.  The sounds of screams of the citizens of Metropolis and Fawcett City.   The voices of the children of Fawcett.  The sound of Callaghan’s voice before he was taken from this world.

I. Chose. This.

My choices have consequences.   How people see me I cannot control, but I cannot deny the part I have played yesterday or today or the part I have to play tomorrow.  This is my burden to bear.  “My burden to bear.”  I say softly before turning towards the west my eyes casting up to the sky then towards the mountains once again.   The Wizard awaits, but as I stand there thinking about the words I spoke and mt thoughts my mind flashes to what Adam said.  This is happening because of me.  This is my fault.   My eyes slid shut as I let out a long breath.

There was a lesson to be learned there, but even more there was something to consider.  Someone to consider.

To stare upon what my actions of have created.  It should bring me to my knees. I should want it to stop, but…” I chose this.”

I draw in another breath letting my mind reach that place where my thoughts settle, and I bring myself down from an emotional high.  Not because I feel sad or unhappy, but more that I feel don’t know how to explain it.

“I know you’re there.  You’re always there whispering, but you are remarkably silent.  Adam said you would, be that you would not refute his words, and perhaps that is part of it, but another part is that there is aid you can render and things you cannot say.  As always there are things that I must understand for myself without your aid.  Decisions that I and I alone must make. Good or bad.   My choices. My fate.  My repercussions.  I must be able to withstand the weight of them all, endure them.  If I cannot bear my own choices, face them, accept them how can I expect to bear all that is to come.  Personal responsibility must be assumed.  It cannot be deflected.  It must be embraced and you must soldier on but it doesn’t mean that it does not affect you.  How you allow you to affect you is just as important as being able to bear it, to acknowledge it.”

Wetting my lips, I take a step towards the mountain, but I don’t touch off instead I let my mind continue to clear nodding to myself as I consider my words carefully.  I expect no answer.  I have no question only a thought and idea.

“I won’t say that this is historically correct as stories take on a life on their own when passed from one person to another, but what I do know is before the time of the Olympians, their predecessors before them the Titans ruled in their stead.  Much is always said about Zeus and how he was able to escape the fate of his siblings due to Rhea’s decision to feed his father a stone wrapped in cloth. “ I pause for a second.

“It was Zeus that helped his siblings escape with aid of a drug for a lack of a better of word that caused Cronus to regurgitate the children he consumed in an effort to prevent his own eventual downfall and defeat.“  I would not get into the self-fulfilling prophecy, because that is not the point of my words.

“Cronos defeat was not the end for a ten-year war was raged between his progeny and the remaining old gods, the Titans.  For ten years war raged between children of Cronos and Rhea and the Titans upon the fields of Thessaly they say.  This conflict was called the Titanomachy.  The Titans waged war from Mount Othrys while gods to be fought from Mount Olympus.”

My fall upon the sands, sands that in various areas of in the country were stained with blood barely covering the bodies of fallen people.   “Zeus and the new generation of gods prevailed along with their allies.  While important it is not my focus. My focus is on one of the defeated.  One of the leaders of the great Titan army, not the doomed might Monetius, but his brother Titan of endurance and astronomy, Atlas.”

My eyes move towards the sky once again.

“His brother defeated, struck by one of Zeus’s thunderbolts, and cast down into the underworld, to Tartarus, Atlas was defeated, but he was not struck dead by a thunderbolt, no instead he was given penance.  Some to shoulder the world, but it was actually to shoulder the celestial heavens upon his shoulders to prevent it from crashing down upon the earth.  Truth they did not need to, but how else would you punish an enemy?”  It brings several thoughts to mind, but I do not linger on that instead I focus on Atlas.

“He was forced to endure the weight of the heavens upon his shoulders and though there have been stories of him attempting to remove himself from this situation, he did it without fail save  time when Hercules needed his aid, but it brings me to this thought.  If I cannot bear my choices how can I accept the gifts of one who was made to bear the weight of the heavens upon him?  The death that has come into my life.  The war that is being waged.  The harm that came to children Fawcett, all over the world that has occurred because of a choice I made cannot be denied. It might be endured. It must not be in vain.  Whether it is the weight of the world or the heavens, I must bear the weight of the world I help create and the one I live in and if that means that I must move forward and continue with the Trials then I do so freely knowing that my actions will have consequences that I must always face.  There is no turning away.  But know this hope will never be a stranger or enemy, because that is who I am. It is an ally.”  Pushing off the ground resuming my journey to the Wizard.

The Final Trials:  The Weight of the Heavens

The Final Trials: Guilt. Fault. Acceptance.

Synopsis:  Freddy catches up with Black Adam and the two of them discuss the nature of events that have unfolded within and around Kahndaq.  At the same time Black Aadam presses Freddy to realize something quite important while advising him that the Wizard is near.  While Black Adam continues the defense of Kahndaq (and swift retribution) Freddy heads towards the mountains to see the Wizard.


BLACK ADAM:  Standing upon the shore of Dahab, looking out east across the Gulf of Aqaba, one might mistake this portion of the world as a mythical paradise. Turn west and you would certainly believe yourself to be facing the very gates of hell itself. As the land is marked by all the signs of War. Littered across the visible expanse of sand dunes is a veritable wasteland of the battle that has waged non-stop for almost a week. Over turned tanks. Downed fighter planes. Even a capsized boat or two can be seen sticking prominently out from the sand.

It is only by the very grace of the Mother Nature that you can’t quite make out the death toll. In part thanks to the sweeping sands that try as they can to swallow up the dead. Yet also because that has been the only pause in the Warfare. While Bialya is a army of many, Kahndaq is an army of one. Black Adam must pause when he liberates a village, to see to his people’s safety and well-being. In those times, he loses much of the land he has gained as Bialya returns like ants to a picnic. Swarming in to make him re-fight the battle of yesterday, today. That was the mistake he made early on, as he would constantly advance but was unable to stop the multitude of Bialya forces from simply flanking him and getting their foothold once more behind him.

Now it has become a battle of inches. With Adam forced to accept and acknowledge that he must aide his people. Even if that is simply to arm them with the weaponry that Bialya leaves behind in their retreat. What began as a sneak attack, became a blood bath of vengeance, that soon turned in to something far far worse. A nation of Kahndaq that rallies behind the cry of vengeance that Adam raises at each stop.

Today that stop has hit the Gulf of Aqaba. Where the water separates Kahndaq from Bialya. A choice now looms before the Champion. Does he turn North and liberate his people or does he drive across the Water in order to deal with Bialya directly. Every fiber of his being cries out for him to take the fight to them, but the wisdom of Zehuti has for once given him pause.

It is there. Upon the shore of the Aqaba, that he stands looking out across the water when the silence is broken by a harsh voice. “You have been surveying my progress for long enough. Do you intend to join me or make with fancy words in Hope of getting me to follow Solomon’s advice?”

 

FREDDY:  Try as he may to hasten his approach Freddy stopped every so often to help people along the way.  He also needed these moments to consider what he would say when he came face to face with Adam.  He knew that the King of Kahndaq, it’s champion would only have a few thoughts on his mind.  He knew that he was not alone in one of those thoughts. Conner wanted to join him on this path, to take the fight to the Bialyan army, so he could only imagine what Adam’s people would be thinking.  They would want vengeance, but vengeance was easy.  It could be pull someone in so quickly, but so much about this felt wrong.

No, one could answer why this happened.  So many questions surrounded that, but answers were short in supply.  Freddy surveyed the area as made his way to the coast.  He considered what he saw in the city and what Solomon had shared with him. He also considered what he the politics of all of this. That all played through his mind.  He remembered what he shared with Conner, but he held back, because he did not want to be a source of conflict right now.  Freddy didn’t know how Conner felt about his father, not really and saying the wrong thing could set a services of events into motion that he may not be ready to or want to hear.   Not to mention it was a complex situation, but right now its all that Freddy could think about upon touching down upon the shore of Dahab.

He didn’t announce himself nor did he think he had to, but he gave himself another moment before he stepped forward, but even then Adam addressed him in the only way that Black Adam could trying to deter him from saying something, “Freddyannaish”.

“A world without hope is a world that sustains itself on a diet of fear, despair, and rage.  It deserves better than that.”   It could not be helped its who Freddy was sometimes.

Look close enough at the sand, past the mechanical debris you would see the bodies, and even more you would find the blood stained sand.  Not the first time that this has happened.  He doubted that it would be the last.

“I’m not sure.  I’m more curious as to what Zehuti shared with you.  It must have been enough to stop your assault.  An alternate path or paths must stand before you.  You are at a crossroads.   Press forward or turn back.  Do you continue the assault or tend to your people.   Warrior or steward and shepherd.  Which will you chose for your flock, Adam?  Which would Adrianna as you knew her chose?  How best would you serve them.  As their avenger or as their leader?”  Simple questions.  Was there some hope in there, perhaps, but fair questions Freddy thought.

“I am here, because I am needed here.   It continues.  My journey, your journey it continues. I am here to bring this portion of it to a close  and hopefully become the person I need to be.  The person that the Wizard saw in me.  I came, because my friends people are suffering. He is suffering.”  Just as one suffering ended another began.  “I came to help, but I also came to see.   Do you not see it, Adam?  History repeating itself.  The board is the same.  The pieces may be different, the players may be different, but it is all the same.   Some choices are new.  Some are not.  I saw your city. I saw the capital.   There is more here at work than the death and carnage that is spread across your land.   We’ve been positioned.”

 

BLACK ADAM:  “Mm. A world without Hope, is entirely subjective and you know it. Do not waste my time, nor insult either of our intelligence with such diluted ideals. Hope is something that springs from many sources. Look at the people in Dahab, you can see hope in the eyes from the mere sight of me. The promise of their lives, gives them hope for more. These are an ancient and prideful bloodline of people. Offer them Vengeance and you’ll see as much hope, if not more than you would if you offered them Peace.”

“In short, be Wary of how you speak to me of Hope in Kahndaq, these people and I define Hope far differently than you Captain America.”

For what it is worth, the two of them have made it much further than normal without Freddy being described as Unworthy or being called a Child. In the way of Progress, this is surely a step in the right direction. Even if Adam bridles at the very notion of ‘Hope’ being what Freddy describes it to be. On the other hand, Adam does not even dignify the would-be champion by facing him yet. His stance is staunchly affixed upon the skyline of the Gulf before him. Oddly pondering precisely what Freddy speaks of. At least, mostly the same things.

“Tread carefully, Freeman, I have not stopped yet. Once the wounded of Dahab are evacuated to the United Nation’s medical center, I move again. You are simply correct in intuiting that I am at a crossroads of where to progress upon next.” A hand sweeps out to indicate across the water, to Bialya directly before pointing straight north to the next village where Bialya has itself entrenched. “You speak well, for once, though. We are positioned. Arrayed at the will of an outside force. I do not care for it, much. Zehuti shows me far more than you might imagine. When you are older, if you are able to stop being such a simpering ninny, Solomon will do much the same for you.”

“Bialya is after something. Have you figured out what, yet?”

Finally though Adam turns, his hands now folded behind his back and perhaps for the first time since Freeman has actually known the former Champion? He does not appear to be about to spring in to Hostility. “Freeman, you are not here because of me. Nor my people. Perhaps you ‘Hope’ it were so. Maybe you even believe it to be so, because you’re yet too young to understand. Stop looking at this all with your heart, boy. You are here because -this- is the Trials.”

“They are Broken. This world is Broken. All of this.” Those hands move to open wide and encompass all of Biayla once more. “Every parent who has lost a child. Every child who has lost a parent. Every death in Kahndaq. Is because of you. Because you persist with your Broken Trial, so this ‘Broken World’ alligns itself to test you in the most dire of circumstances it can to prove yourself a Champion of this broken world.”

“You ask me for Zehuti’s Wisdom? There it is. Rail against it, it is natural, but you will not find a reasonable logical argument. All of this is on you, Freeman. Because the Trials must take the form of a test for Champion needed in the world he must protect. This is your crucible, Freeman. Of your own choosing. Thus you must embrace and accept that guilt and then see what sort of Champion that guilt will make of you.”

“Oh, don’t get me wrong. If you had walked away, the Rock would simply have selected another candidate. Whom would have gotten his own series of Trials and perhaps this would have happened anyway. Perhaps not. But since you brought up choices, I feel it only proper to remind you that you too had a choice. One that kept you walking down the path of these Trials. Your choice,” one outstretched hand shifts to point towards Dahab. “Your consequences, Boy.”

“Listen. Hear the silence of Solomon. He won’t refute my words, that much I promise you. I speak pure Truth in this moment, Freddy Freeman.”

FREDDY:  “I am not wasting your time, Adam.  Too much going on for me to do that and we’re not sitting around enjoying burgers.”  That was truth.   “Subjective or not it is how I live my life.” He didn’t want to debate or verbally barb, so he didn’t go into how truth could be subjective so they might be headed into fact. Solomon’s silence could also mean that he could not aid in this choice that he could not influence the decisions that would press Freddy in either direction.  It was a choice that Freddy had to make on his own heart or mind or perhaps with them both working together rather than against one another as it could be for another person.

“Yes, this is my Trial.  Whether or not this was my destination it is difficult to say, but..” But the Trials has been corrupted as Freddy had been told on more than one occassion.  He didn’t shut his eyes but he looked towards the country that lay on the other side of the river.

“I hear your words, but I also have seen with my eyes. The strikes upon your city.  So, precise that someone was picking and chosing what they wanted to destroy.   Those things of value remained standing.  It had nothing of value to someone that didn’t know what to look for.  Historical treasures.  Riches that people like you and me we concern ourselves about.  Treasures that would interest people like the Batson’s.  Curious items with links to past that stretches to the very kingdoms of the ancient world before it was ancient.  When it was young and new.”

Relics of a long forgotten past by some, but not all, but even then Freddy stood considering his options.

Each step forward Adam took took him away from his people.   “Is there a reason why I can’t be here for both? I choose to see them through. Walking away is not an option.”

“I’m not pointing fingers, but perhaps it’s time to put it to rest, to correct what went wrong so long ago.  There are so many possibilities, but me and you here.  I am here,  because the Trials demand it, but is not the only reason why I’m here.  What I’m saying is that this is personal.  Someone is striking out at you at what matters most to you. What you hold dear.  Your people.   It’s killing all the birds with this one stone.”  Freddy sighed.

“I have a decision to make, but let me say this and you can call me a fool if you like.  Not that you won’t, but.   There’s a fear in the pit of my stomach that you’re here.  That you pushing the line back is a distraction, that this effort to draw you away from the capital is purposeful.  You have given protection of the city away to outsiders.” He wet his lips.

“You were forced into a position where you had not choice to and the continued assaults draw away attention from some who may not be as altruistic as they seem to hunt for what your enemies are after.  To go to the buildings who stand to seek out what they want with no one any the wiser.  I have no doubt that Bialya is after this themselves surely they have to know of the items that are being sought, but this is very much a proxy situation.”

He took a deep breath.  He could be overthinking it.  “Nth metal. Whether they are in search of it.  Knowledge of it.  It the only thing that connects it.  Something specific.  Something that trails into the past that provides a power that would interest several parties.  Including the ones that you welcomed through the gates.  Not everyone, but those who have been instructed what to search for. That is a concern a fear.”  Perhaps he was wrong, but who else could he voice it to.

“Broken trial. Broken world.  Perhaps it’s time to fix what was broken.  I persist, because I must, because the world is not a neat and tidy place.  Horrible things happen, but it doesn’t mean you give up and go home. My Trial presents itself as it should be to prepare me for all that I will face in the days to come.  Good. Bad. Ugly.  What they after I have some idea.  Why?  Not completely clear, but clear enough.  Clear enough for me to know they must be stopped” That much was true.  That much he knew.

“If it is my crucible then I shall walk through the fire. If I have opened the door then the door is open.  I shall go through.  My choices have wrought many things.   Some good. Some bad, but that is our world.  Some good. Some bad.  Suffering.  Pain.  Hope. It is not one thing or the other. It is all these things.  I shall fight for all these things. I shall fight for a better tomorrow, because I have chosen to do so.  This day was made the moment I said yes, I accept the challenges. If I turn away then that is the guilt that would consume me.  All who have fallen, who have died, whose blood stains the sand deserve better.  They deserve someone that will fight for this broken world, not because hope blinds me. It tells, it shows me the world that could be and I will fight for that world no matter what.” He tapped off the ground.

“Even if it is the death of me. I accept the responsibility of the choices that I have made.  The death and destruction that it has caused.  It will not deter mine.  You’re right and wrong Teth-Adam. I am not only here because of the Trials. I am here for them.  I am here for you. I am here for your people. I am here for me. I am here for the possibility of a better tomorrow. Of a world that is not as broken as they day it was before.  As sentimental as it may be.  It is who I am.  It is the Champion that I wish to be.   I fight for both the dead and the living.  Every day is a trial.  Perhaps that’s it.  The trials never end.  One victory does not fix what is broken.  It may never get easier, but life isn’t easy, and it is hardly fair.”

BLACK ADAM:  “You prattle like a baby bird, squawking for it’s mother to feed it. Unaware of the way it’s wings could carry it to food of it’s own merit.”

To the entirety of everything that Freddy has said? There is but a snort, that comes at the cost of simply looking down a very hawklike, imperious nose. Well muscled arms close slowly across his chest, a signal of finality. Of what is yet uncertain. “Even in this Age, I am amazed at the propensity for so many words to spill from one person’s mouth. Do they teach you to blather at school? It is a talent most of your fellow children seem to exude.”

“Allow me to cut to the chase, Free Man.”

“You are not here for me. If you truly believe you are, then you deceive yourself. You are here because of a construct of the Trial you face. Trials, plural. If you are deceiving yourself then you cannot pass your Trial. Which means all the harm your Trial has wrought upon Kahndaq, is equally unforgivable and unacceptable. So let us be clear upon this topic. Continue to speak to me of ‘being here for me,’ and I am going to beat such nonsense from you. War, Country and World be damned. Do you understand me, Free Man? Speak of that ignorance not a single time more to me.”

“Also. You delude yourself, in to thinking that I am blinded by my Rage. I am aware of what Bialya seeks. As I am also aware of what other seek. Though I did not need to see a pattern. Nor did I need to do the work of a detective and sleuth it out.” Those folded arms and imperious look remains even as Adam begins to drift above the sand in to the air. “As my rage carried me across the desert sands, I realized that the forces being put in play against me were being used to stall me. There are but four true resources in Kahndaq and I suspect you need not Solomon to tell you it isn’t our abundance of Sand. Our History and the relics thereof. Our people and the labor force they might represent.”

“The only other thing of value in this land, is the meteor that landed here so long ago.”

“Given that Bialya seems to care little for taking slaves, given the sheer loss of life sustained by my people. It was either the Relics or the Meteor. Quite frankly, the two resources overlap in many ways. A good many relics of Kahndaq’s past are born from the Meteor. I suspect that is why certain villages have been taken, instead of razed to the ground. Certain sites left untouched, more or less, other than looting. But by and large, Bialya is stalling. Buying time to search and locate. Thus they have attacked like very angry bees. Swarming the honeycomb.”

A single hand lifts, allowing Freddy to see that Adam is pointing towards the Mountains behind him. However the next thing he says actually seems to have nothing at all to do with what he’s pointing at. “Free Man, you’re missing small pieces of the puzzle. So, tell me. And for the love of the Gods, all of them. Try to answer me in a single syllable word for once. Yes or No. You know this is your Trial. Therefor you know that interference from outside, will mean you fail. I can tell you the answers. Send you directly where you need to be. You can end all of this killing, this War, the rape and pillaging.”

“All you have to do is say yes and I’ll give you the answers you’re looking for in this riddle of the Gods.”

FREDDY:  Freddy Freeman was a team player. He always had been as long as he could remember.  Despite the fact that he is currently being dressed down by Adam, because of his prattle is nothing new.  It happens…all the time, but when he speaks he says things for a reason. It gives him a chance to empty his head, clear it out to get all the thoughts racing inside of his head. There was no chance to sit down and have a burger and talk things through to get all of his concerns out so Adam was his sounding board despite the fact that Adam was having none of it, but at least he let Freddy get it all out.

Of course that lead him to watching as Adam move and spoke.   Attacking like bees and a honeycomb.  That was a very specific analogy for you know the desert, which Freddy tucked away while he watched Adam’s hand.    He considered for a second everything that unfolded.   The precision strikes.  The change in performance by the Bialya army.

He had a thought, but he had to put it aside as everything was laid out for him.   He could end this, end all the suffering and death by accepting help.  Freddy never turned away help.  Sometimes you can’t do it alone.   Yet despite the fact that Adam put it out there if he accepted any outside help then he would fail the trial…trials it wasn’t failing that Freddy focused on.

His mind and his heart were currently pulling in different directions.   He thought about what he said and what Adam said.   It was an easy choice.  Yes, to get the answers and end this, but he would fail.

Fail.  He wouldn’t be champion. That should propel him towards no, because he wanted to be the champion, which was selfish.   It’s how the heart played it and the mind.  They were together on this if not for something that Adam said and Freddy said.

Freddy chose this.   Adam said not to delude himself as to why he was here.   He was here because of the Trial.   If he said yes he would have the answers, but he immediately absolves himself.

Of the guilt.

Pain. Suffering.  Good. Bad. Ugly.   Hope.  Victory.  Loss.   As powerful as champions were they were not omnipotent.  They had limits.  Mistakes would be made.  They must be able to carry the pain of those mistakes and continue to fight on.  Never forgetting.  Yes is easy.   It wasn’t the color that drained from Freddy’s face as he lowered to the ground.  It wasn’t the weight of guilt, but the gravity of the choice he made.  Red pill. Blue pill.

Yes was the blue pill.  He got the answers handed to him.  It ends, but did it really?

No was the red pill.   He wouldn’t wake up.  He wouldn’t walk away.  He would see it through to the end and fought for the answers.   The pain. suffering would continue.  The pillaging, the raping, the thefts.

Yes right?  It had to be yes!

“No.”   He swallowed that red pill.  He could feel a tightness in his chest.  What had he done?

Freddy glanced up into Adam’s eyes.   He knew what it meant.   It was like saying yes all over again. If he told Adam yes then he was running away.  There was nothing easy about the yes.It would not make things better, but it would provide a quick resolution..maybe, but Freddy would have benched himself.  No more blood on his hands.

He looked at his hands and for a moment before tuning his eyes back up to Adam.   The Trial would continue.  It was not enough to acknowledge the choice.  He must own the choice.  He said he would step into the crucible.  He shut his eyes for a second time thinking about what happened at the first Bank of Fawcett City.  What happened in Metropolis.  What happened in the ruins of Coast City and now what happened in Kahndaq.    What was happening to it’s people, it’s land, it’s people. Adrianna.  Conner.  Possibly Cassie and anyone else that got involved willingly or unwillingly.

Yes.  The blue pill.  Just take it.  Take back the no.

That’s what any rational person would do right?

No, he couldn’t do that.  He could not nullify the choice that was mad so many months ago.  Right or wrong wasn’t playing into this.  It was about have the strength to live with the choice that had been made and to see it through.  To finish it.  To carry the blood with you to the end and beyond.

So, there would be no do over.  No take backs.   He gave Adam his answer.   None of it would be in vain.

BLACK ADAM:  Through all of this inner turmoil that the would-be Champion is going through, Black Adam is completely silent. Monolithic in his silence, in fact. It isn’t all that hard to figure, that the man is watching Freddy through a pair of eyes that have been on the opposite side of these discussions. Yet, if Freddy thinks that might merit him even a mild amount of empathy? He is wrong.

“Now you understand, Free Man. This is what it means to be a Champion of the Gods. You will be faced with impossible decisions almost every day. You won’t always make the right choice. Somehow, some way, you are going to need to stop talking about hope and start learning to how to cope with the weight of your decisions. Because each one you make will come at the cost of a part of you. Hope can make you stronger, it can drive you, but it cannot comfort you. At night. When you must close your eyes and come to terms with the cost of your decision.”

“For once, I mean no harm when I say this,” by this point Adam has actually halted his ascent and has turned almost casually toward the North and the next encampment. “You’re this creature of Hope and Kindness. Yet now. Every single time you look in to the eyes of my people, Free Man, you must mentally come to terms with the fact that you’re responsible for their pain. Your reasons for making that choice are your own, but how many people in this world would understand that you made your choice for a good reason? How many of them would instead believe your decision was based upon nothing more than your own benefit?”

“Now, you’re going to immediately try to reason. To justify. Yet that is just more blathering bird chirps. Words mean little to people who hurt because of a decision you’ve made. Your justification does not always measure up to their pain and that is the burden of a Champion. You will be judged, not on your own merit. Not on your own justifications. Simply upon what others perceive.”

“That and that alone, will eventually determine whether the eyes of the people see you as a Champion. Or simply Black Free Man.”

FREDDY:  Free Man. Free will? Freddy, had nothing to add when Black Adam started speaking. Gods are revered and reviled, sometimes in the same breath. To be Champion meant that it would be something that Freddy would have to learn to live with. His choices whatever they may be could bring hope to some and despair to others. The end of the day the battle may be won, but at what cost. Right now all he could think about was what happened at the high school and all the children.

He had to soldier on, find a way to keep going to bring it to an end no matter the cost, because that is what was necessary. Did he cling to hope yes, did he strive to inspire others yes to draw it out of him, yes. Perhaps that was why, because on some level he knew that sometimes he would have to make the choices that others could not. He was the Champion of six gods and hope wasn’t something that most of them were known for. They inspired it,but they didn’t go out and market themselves on it, but he got it, he understood it.

Did he accept it? Freddy didn’t know, because there was something inside of him that wouldn’t let go. He could take everything that Adam said and move forward, but he also had to remember is that they looked…they sought a champion for a reason. Adam said that he would look for a way to reason, but it didn’t make it any less true? That one of the reasons a human such as himself was sought out was for those traits that may not be inherent to the gods to themselves.

That Hope and Kindness is something he brought to the mix?

He did not feel any harm or slight by what Adam said he would do what he always did when he spoke with Adam. He would take it to heart and learn from what was shared.

True facts. Black Adam didn’t have to say anything. He could pass judgement in silence yet he didn’t. He shared his opinion whether they were solicited or they weren’t. On some level he was paying it forward. Or Freddy was being a optimist in overdrive, but seriously he had no reason to share the information, his insights.

There was only one thing that Freddy could say to all of that.

“Thank you.” Like he told the others once. His relationship with Adam was complicated.

BLACK ADAM:  “I will accept your thanks, but only because you will remember this day as the moment you regret most in your life.”

There is a kindly shrug before Adam begins to turn away. It is almost floating that he does, in moving away from Freddy. He does not shoot off at ultra sonic speeds, but drifts in the direction of the North. Almost aimlessly, because while he has made a decision it seems on where to progress next, he does not entirely seem committed to the act.

“Your choice has been made, Free Man. But making a choice is not nearly the same as confronting and genuinely facing the consequences of it. The Wizard tells me that is why you are here.” A glance, thrown back across one shoulder, one thin brow lifted as imperiously as any other. “I told you, Free man. I know far more than you think. You never did find your Wizard did you? Perhaps you should look to the Mountains.”

“Or you can follow me and keep the Blood Shed to a minimum. Life is full of choices.”

FREDDY:  It is not the first time that Adam had motioned to the mountains. However, it is the first time that he mentioned the Wizard.  The fact that he spoke with the Wizard made Freddy consider what he might say to the Wizard.  Was there anything to say?  Would the Wizard even want to see him?  Perhaps it would delaying the inevitable?

Freddy thought about the boy he saw when everything came to an end in Coast City.  He hadn’t shared that with anyone, but now, he had another choice to make.  He was ready to walk through the fire.

“I’ll catch up,” he replied. Adam was doing what he had to based on the choices that Freddy had made.  There was no changing that.  Freddy didn’t know if he had questions for the Wizard.   However, this would come to an end one way or another.  Moving into the air Freddy turned towards the mountains.    It was time to start facing the consequences.   With that Freddy moved in the direction of the mountains.