Chapter 2: The Land Without Footprints: Shadows Amongst Shadows

Posted: July 21, 2013 in Novel: The Land Without Footprints
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Book description: The Land Without Footprints: Shadows Amongst Shadows is set in the Modern Middle Ages, the age after the ages of Earth, when humans inhabit a planet where, unbeknownst to them, the moons control every action. What remains of the Earth is confined to books. In fact, many have decided to live by the rules of those books once called fiction. But no fiction or reality rules over the Mystic. He rules by only two laws: obey his desires and obey your desires. His desires are twofold: virgins and immortality. However, the desires of his subjects are as wicked as ever known. But the Dagens, a family rooted in the old ways of society, cannot give into their desires. They cannot kill just to kill, hate just to hate, destroy just to destroy. Yet if society is to become what it once was, the Dagens must destroy freedom and place chains around those who no longer wish to be chained.

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2 – Jordan

“Do you not listen to the commands of your father?” Bann Dagen asked from seated behind his long desk, letter opener in hand. “Or have you rearranged time according to your own rules?”

“Father is a very old-fashioned word,” Jordan said, and it was true. Father no longer meant authority; sons were no longer like fathers. Parents were more like friends than parents.  “I listen to myself, Bann. Isn’t that the point of being free?”

Bann stamped the yin-yang symbol of House Dagen at the bottom of one letter, then another. Afterward, he folded each piece of paper into a separate envelope and set them aside at the corner of the desk.

Out of his chair he came—bell-bottomed pants clouded his feet—walked around to meet Jordan face to face. “You have a keen sense of the benefits of freedom, my son. However, you still are unaware of the dangers.”

With brevity Bann rested the paper knife under Jordan’s chin. The attack came so quick that Jordan hadn’t even thought to protect himself. Only instinct had kept steel from severing throat. Truly his arms had moved without him telling them to.

Jordan felt like David arm wrestling Goliath as compared to his father. How much more did he need to grow in order to become a man? He saw himself in his father’s pupils, shrunken and halved. The reflection looked terrified, inflexibly aware of the situation. If Bann wanted him dead he would be dead: if his father wanted him dead he would be dead.

Jordan wanted to surrender but he couldn’t speak in the midst of the struggle. Every muscle was focused on saving his life. Cold touched what was left of Adam in him, threatened to slice up the apple in his throat, to cut, to cut, to cut….

Bann let up, pulled back from filicide, homicide, murder, dropped the letter opener as if it weren’t a weapon but a wilting flower. “Now do you see the danger in freedom?”

Jordan wrapped both hands around his throat, went to one knee. “Why did you scare me?”

“To show you that my freedom is not your freedom,” his father said writerly. “You are my semen. And I own my semen. Therefore, you own nothing of yourself until I am dead. I am your father, your creator, not your equal.”

Jordan rose, eyed the letter opener that almost killed him, continued rubbing at his neck. “I understand, Father.”

Did he think a son had never murdered his father? Patricide existed for a reason. Hate could lessen the burden of murder. Resentment helped as well.

Bann shuffled his charcoal-tinged hair. Though he was aging, his eyes were such a fierce blue that not even a bastard could ruin his line. Damyn had been proof of that. “You have much boy to shed before you can become a man.”

“As a man has much animal to shed before he becomes human.” Again Jordan shifted his focus to the floored letter opener.

Bann looked to where Jordan was looking, said: “The Mystic wants his newborn children taken care of. They’re twins.”

Jordan nodded. It would be the first time he worked for the Mystic under actual commands. “I’ll dispose of them discretely.”

The Mystic hated twins. The Bible of the Sun prophesied his death as coming about by them. Even those unable to read knew of the prophecy’s existence.

By the arm, Bann pulled his son close to him. “Has the good part of your brain evaporated? You would kill babies without hesitation?”

“Should I hesitate, Father?”

“No, not this time.” Bann released his son’s arm.  “Hesitation has killed many. Twins are taboo. They are unnaturally unnatural.”

  1. Alex says:

    “He saw himself in his father’s pupils, shrunken and halved. The reflection looked terrified,..” Love this line! Very well crafted.
    Are you posting the whole book here or are these snippets?

    • bejamin4 says:

      The book is written in shorter flash fiction type chapters. And although I can’t really post the entire book, I will be posting a good portion of it on here, and perhaps a condensed version of it so that readers can see how it ends in case they don’t wish to buy it in paperback or on kindle. And it is possible that I will post an entire second book for free in the coming months, at least that is the plan. If the entire first book is posted here some of the chapters will only be up for a limited time.

      Thanks for visiting and reading.

      • Alex says:

        It’s my pleasure, really. 🙂 I enjoy your work. Thanks for reading mine, too.
        Just noticed the links for Amazon so I’ll have to check that out!

      • bejamin4 says:

        Thanks and you’re welcome. i enjoy reading your work, too. I’ll keep stopping by your blog to read more.

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