The Last Summoning---Andrew and the Quest of Orion's Belt (Book Four)

The Last Summoning

Andrew and the Quest of Orion’s Belt

Book Four

Ivory Autumn

Copyright 2014

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Thanks

My particular appreciation, and gratitude
goes out to the incredible "janitors" who cleaned and polished
these words to make this story shine brighter. To Holly Remkes, for
catching the things I did not see, for reading this book out loud
to her children, helping me to find out what made kids laugh. To
Jeanette, the first reader of my book, for her belief in my work,
for her encouragement, and for the hours she dedicated combing over
it, making me feel like my story really mattered and meant
something. To Casey Smith, for his willingness to read, for his
insights, his help, and encouragement.

To Taviann Justice Ho---for her technical
eye, and dedication, and fine tuning, even when she was sick, and
had masses of work already on her plate.

To my sister, my fellow philosophizer, and
best buddy, Bessie, for the long walks, and talks---to the one
person who can listen to my silly ideas, and actually decipher what
they mean.

Thank you!

Table of
Contents

Thanks

Characters of Note

The Last Letter

Twisker Proverb

Chapter One--Summons

Chapter Two--The Blind To See

Chapter Three--Waking The Desert

Chapter Four--
Root And
Shadow

Chapter Five--The Drought

Chapter Six--Mirage

Chapter Seven--
Fighting
Blind

Chapter Eight--The Land Of The Dead

Chapter Nine--
Zeechee

Chapter Ten--Wounded

Chapter Eleven--
Footprints

Chapter Twelve--Escape

Chapter Thirteen--
The Heavy
Burden

Chapter Fourteen--The Blogs

Chapter Fifteen--
To Crack a
Drought

Chapter Sixteen--
Soundwave

Chapter Seventeen--
The Last
Flicker

Chapter Eighteen--
The
Inbetweeners

Chapter Nineteen--
The
Debate

Chapter Twenty--Fuel

Chapter Twenty-one--
Oil

Chapter Twenty-Two--
The Chest of
Unsaid Words

Chapter Twenty-Three--
Heard on the
Wind

Chapter Twenty-four--Voices

Chapter Twenty-Five--
Summit

Chapter Twenty-six--Unleashed

Chapter Twenty-seven--
Battle of Black
Ice

Chapter Twenty-eight--
Cracking

Chapter Twenty-nine--Entombed

Chapter Thirty--
Apples

Chapter Thirty-one--The Fractured
Mountains

Chapter Thirty-two--
Following the
Scent

Chapter Thirty-three--Deception

Chapter Thirty-four--
Taken

Chapter Thirty-five--The Poisonous Book

Chapter Thirty-six--
Soggy Crackers,
and Scribbly

Chapter Thirty-seven--
Alone

Chapter Thirty-eight--The Warning

Chapter Thirty-nine--Shadelock

Chapter Forty--
Replaced

Chapter Forty-one--The Fallen

Chapter Forty-two--
Death

Chapter Forty-three--
The
Birth

Chapter Forty-four--Dispersed

Chapter Forty-five--Shafts Of Hope

Chapter Forty-six--Black Snow

Chapter Forty-seven--The Last Summoning

Chapter Forty-eight--The Battle Of Hope
Rises

Chapter Forty-nine--The Passing of the
Flame

Chapter Fifty--
The Falling of The
Fallen

Chapter Fifty-one--
Sight

Chapter Fifty-two--
Dawn

Chapter Fifty-three A New Star

Epilogue

About the Author/Books By Ivory

Characters of note

Andrew
---A half elf, half Star. A
strong, steady young man with special powers over plants,
bequeathed with a sword which has the power to destroy The Fallen
only if he can summon 500,000 united men whose hearts are pure, to
give power to the sword.

Ivory
---A spunky, red-headed,
green-eyed elf who is one of Andrew’s friends, and affectionate
admirers.

Freddie
---Andrew’s best friend, and
most trusted, loyal companion.

Talic
---A trusted friend of
Andrew’s---turned into half a Twisker.

Gogindy
---A mischievous, bewhiskered
Twisker. A mouse-like creature from the Dandelion Den who has good
intentions, but usually ends up in trouble.

Lancedon
---The blind prince, rightful
heir to the throne of Danspire.

Page
---Lancedon’s sister.

Sterling
---A half elf from Boreen, who
lost his wife at Morack’s hand. Coral’s brother, sweetheart to
Page, and Lancedon’s companion.

Coral
---Lancedon’s love, and
Sterling’s sister---A half elf, and princess from Boreen, with the
power to call lightning to her, and warm all by her touch.

Croffin
---A naughty, complaining
raccoon with only one eye, bequeathed with a skunk's tail, after he
lost his own tail by a tragic misfortune.

Morack
---Lancedon’s evil uncle who has
taken power in Danspire and clouded the people with his lies, and
sold his kingdom into the bondage of The Fallen.

Vargas
---One of the Fallen’s cohorts,
a snakeman and king of power over many lands.

The Fallen
---A fallen, darkened
star---a black hole who consumes light and good, taking all light
to himself.

The Shade
---The Fallen’s shadow, cast
in darkness---guardian of shadows, and the three evil trees who
once poisoned the soil with their roots.

Barnacles
---Evil leaches of elves’
gifts. Creatures that preyed upon Andrew, drained him of his gifts,
and nearly killed him.

The Last of Letter

I’m afraid I am not very good company at the
moment. I am in a very foul, stinky mood. So if you were wishing to
be in good company, I suggest you look elsewhere.

If you do happen to insist on spending time
with me, then just know I have warned you. It’s not my fault if
your mum sticks you in a corner and makes you wash dishes for a
week for spending time with creatures as naughty and bad as myself.
Who knows what naughty things you might learn under my
tutelage---what whiskers you may grow, and what terrible cravings
you may have to eat something crunchy, and to do something
sneaky.

Oh yes. I almost forgot to tell you. This is
not Ivory speaking…or writing. No. Unfortunately, this is Gogindy.
You may have already guessed. But I thought I'd let you know, you
know.

Please don't throw the book at me. Or ask me
why am I doing Ivory’s job writing this. Because there is no good
answer for that question. Only that I am now writing, and she is
not.

Wait? You don’t think "because" is a good
enough reason?

Hmm…neither do I.

You want the truth?

So do I.

Oh. Alright.

The truth is, I am the reason she is not
here, and I am very unhappy to write down the fact. The truth is
that I am a bad, horrible, naughty Twisker. Very, very bad! If it
hadn’t been for my foolishness, Ivory would be writing this, and
not me. I would just be adding my two cents, which is very two
cents like. Easily obtained, lots of it, and very easy to sweep
into the dust bin, like I have been accustomed to doing on many
occasions.

The truth is, I hate myself right now.

I am alone. And it’s m…my fault.

Sniff. Cry….and I don’t know how I will ever
go on.

Ivory, and Talic are dead, on account that I
gave Talic some Twisker Zolic, and it turned him into me---well,
not quite me, but very like me, very naughty, very whiskery, very
odd and impulsive.

From there, everything went very bad. Very
bad indeed. If it hadn’t been my lust for revenge, perhaps they
would both be here, alive, instead of being digested inside of a
horrible lava tube monster’s belly. Yes, that is the morbid truth.
They were both eaten. How I hate the thought of it.

Truth be told, I don’t know if I will ever be
a good Twisker. Twisker natures are naughty, sneaky, and devious.
We try, that is true, but we easily forget. We have many good
intentions, all which sound very nice on paper, but in reality are
very hard to execute.

We don’t seem to think very far ahead, and
when we do, it’s to worry. We like goodies and munchies, too much.
We nibble where we aren’t supposed to, and we speak when we should
be silent.

It’s as if we are born with an internal
compass pointed wherever it is we want to go. It is always spinning
and spinning, changing directions with the wind. So we follow it,
only to backtrack in the other direction.

Sigh. I do want to change. But it does seem
that whenever I set out to change, forces stronger than nature
itself conspire to stop me.

But I do know that I will try. Things being
as bad as they are, I must change myself into the Twisker I was
meant to be. One that is unselfish, kind, and brave.

I do not care that the task seems utterly
impossible.

I welcome it. For I am responsible for the
deaths of my two best friends. And I will carry on in the cause for
which we have all fought so hard to uphold. I will take part in the
ultimate summoning of the world. I will aid Andrew, wherever he
is.

As long as I have whiskers left on my body, I
will fight for the cause of light. This I will do. I will keep the
faith, and hold aloft hope.

And I hope you will stay by my side, through
the thin pages of this thick book, no matter how lengthy it may be.
For it is quite large, plump, and fairly weighty, and rightly so,
for it contains the last fragments of the history of my people, and
your people, as well.

Not to mention that this book is full of
darkness, a darkness that is very, very heavy, and can not be
condensed---not the nice kind of darkness in which you can sleep,
and wake up refreshed, and lightened of your burdens. That kind of
dark is good, and beautiful, even blissful.

No. The darkness I speak of is a kind of
darkness that is full of nightmares, and a million other nasty
creatures, a darkness one cannot sleep in, and is made all the more
heavy, and burdensome by its ever-present pressing weight.

Moreover, speaking of the weightiness of this
book, if words had weight, mass, and each word weighed differently
according to its importance, this book would be laced with golden
words, silver, and platinum, steel, copper, lead, and some pages
would probably even be rusted around the edges. If this was the
case, I'm sure this book would be much heavier than it is.
Thousands of pounds, even.