Journey to D'zeron Section 8: Into Nightmares

==            Journey To D'zeron==
==83 jason leaves for Kaar-Taal next afternoon==
  the next afternoon Jason leave for Kaar taal
 Jason’s departure from Jai-ten without Harris and journey to Kaar-taal by air transport. at this point he is theoretically planning for Harris to meet him at an island the next day.
Jason sleeps till mid day knowing it will be morning in kaar-Taal when he arrives in the Jai-Ten evening.
He travels through the afternoon and arrives as the sun is rising. 
needs total rewrite.
The anthropologist decides he would rather go alone than wait for Harris, or find someone else. He asks the air transport pilots Feliz and Tanna to drop him off that morning with the boat, it is about a three hour flight, and perhaps another few hours to shore after that in the boat. Jason tells them his friend will meet him in the same place the following morning, and tells them where Harris is staying. They know Dara Jeen, everyone in Jai-Ten does, but there might also be some forshadowing here that she is from the same place they are from, the Roizoh planet.  They also know Rhonda, and there might be some clues there also.  He tells Dara Jeen to leave Harris a message, and tells Rhonda that Harris is going to join him the next day. The plan is that he will return in the boat to that island, to bring Harris to shore, so that Harris will not need a boat. There is a small Island just short of Kaar-taal territory, where they can wait for each other. 
Tanna and Feliz might therefor also be involved in the effort by RHonda to get Harris to go and in the effort to get Dara Jeen to convince Harris to go. 
other than this foreshadowing and the introduction of these interesting minor characters representing ROhoisoahs,and anthropological interveiws by jason about the people and planet of RHoisoh...they will thank him for bringing Sen’tran and RHondah to help their people. Sen’tran has agreed to make that journey it would seem only because he brought Jason which it seems was primarily for the sake of Jason’s mother, as his involvement is the only thing which made her feel ok about letting Jason go to D’zeron.  
the weather is beautiful, the boatride exctatic, especially the sea life which accompanies him to shore...fish, dolphins, etc.Jason is greatful for this part of the journey when his is blessed to have a time to commune with the ocean of Terran * with is the largest part of the planet. 
He wonders if dolphins dream [which is a good question, not if but how they dream and their relationship with the anchinets...this might come up again later as the sea creatures try to help or himder JAson and Harris on their way to Kaar-taal. I think at first the Ancients are not suportive of Jason and Harris visiting and they ahve to earn respect. the question might be why sen'tran does not talk to the Ancients and smooth their way. He also might feel they need to earn respect on their own. clearify the connection between ancients and Sen'tran. He might still be sort of personally banned from the plan of authority] 
==84 jason traveling by boat from island to Kaar-taal==
37 Jason traveling by boat from the island to Kaar-Taal placeholder 
when Jason sees the waterfall he would remember looking down on it from the Marrion Jay and remember the signigicant turns of the river, like a mental make of the Sh’harn
It would be as he arrives near sunrise that he sees Jayden flying over the river. He will mention this to Chathalen at some point after he regains conciousness. 
from file “Allissa in book one” 
Allissa dreaming with Jayden….Is it possible to dream without Aissis?
Allissa and Jayden could have dreamed together the night before, and the ceremony be in the morning? [Jason and Serai are married in the morning also, so this is not unreasonable. they would tend not to meet in darkness, but take full advantage of the daylight.]  They woke up early on her birthday and went out right before the setting of Aissis, to look at Aissis as soon as Allissa turned old enough. (this explains why it was only such a brief flight) and then she  slept un-dreaming unconscious for several hours because of the dragon smoke which caused an unnatural sleep[following the them of unnatural sleep of Jason on the beach]. Thus the part of D’neira joining her in the dream would be also before the setting of Aissis, he words might need adjusted for this. 
during the morning while Allissa is sleeping Jason would see Jayden flying over the river.[as he is arriving] After Harris arrived at some point Jason would tell him about dragons.
There would be no All –Allissa scenes n this version 
 So Allissa will be introduced through:
1) A conversation with Serai the day before her birthday, 
x 2) her appearance at the village meeting (briefly sketched from Serai’s POV)
3) perhaps something about the casting of the barrier…..this might just be explained after the fact?
4) D’neira and Serai meeting with her as she returns, before her journey to the dragons.
5) conversations with Jason and Harris explaining Chathalen’s relationship status.
6) the brief introduction in the dream plane.
==85 village meeting in the morning POV Serai==
notes added aug 2013 
POV change and reduction done March 2010
In the morning of Allissa’s birthday, shortly after Jason’s arrival in Kaar-taal, while he is exploring the beach, they have this meeting. 
when they have the morning meetings, I need to create a gong or something used to call everyone in to the meeting, since they might well not have reason to meet every day. or they could have a tradition of meeting breiefly everyday. there might still be a gong though. or drum or flute or something. 
write something to let the reader know we are watching this with Serai. describe the setting of the village meetng and how the people are called to the meetng. perhaps in this case they just gather because they know it is Allissa’s birthday and she will be officially given a place in the village either as chathalen’s wife or as the future dreem keeper or both]}where is serai sitting or standing, and with Chathalen and Tersh, for moral support? 
       Allissa entered the circle late[how late? what happened while they were waiting?, dressed in forraging clothes. The village stirred uneasily. [add serais concerns and feelings based on their recent conversations, etc.
      “Allissa, child of my flesh” D’neira spoke with the power and authority 
       Allissa stepped forward cheerfully. She didn’t understand.
      “For dragon wings you have betrayed our hope. Another is chosen. You are released.”
      “Wake up” [there would perhaps be some other ritual term they were trained in to help them wake up if they get in trouble in the dream plane] she said aloud to herself, terror in her eyes. Serai resisted the impulse to run to her and comfort her.  Instead she put her arm around Chathalen. He didn’t shake her off. This would hurt him more than anyone. 
      “This is no dream”, said D’neira sternly “We do not enter the dream plane without authority. to do so is to abandon your honor in the village. I take your abandoned honor and give it to one more worthy. I give your honor to one who proved his determination to respect authority, to respect the order of our village. Chathalen, son of Tersh. Step forward.” 
       The silence which fell was quickly broken by Tersh, stumbling forward, wailing. “The authority of all planes of existence does not give you the right to take my son! He is mine by a higher law!” 
      D’neira answered respectfully, “He is, Tersh. I cannot take your son; you hold him always in that name. But you know he belongs to the village as well. This is his destiny to choose now. You cannot stand in the way of it.”
       Four guards [hunters?] who always stood ceremonially at the sides of the dais rose. Serai had never seen them try to restrain someone. They intercepted Tersh before he reached D’neira. Writhing like a snake, flapping gracefully like a bird, he was soon free of the guards, as if he had flowed through their arms like water. He knelt before the matriarch crying and begging. She stood serenely, unmoved. 
       Chathalen rose and stood behind him, tall and thin, well-dressed  [***dressed how? Serai would notice details], his Chestnut brown hair long and straight He tried to meet Allissa’s eyes. Allissa turned away. They should have been married tonight. He waited so long. She would refused to look at him. “Matriarch D’neira I have never wished to lead, or become a dream keeper. I am content with my place in the village.” 
       “I will serve you, if I must, but if there is any dishonor, it is mine alone.” He paused again and silence deepened “She is not accountable for the inadequacy of my training. I failed to keep her safe.” His voice broke with sadness but Allissa seemed to be absorbed in her own anger. ***pov serai, word that part better] “I serve in her honor,[word this better, making clear that he demand that the shame be withdraw from her, and give only to him.” declared Chathalen “or not at all.”
         D’neira nodded, expressionless. This was no surprise. Chathalen’s unshakable loyalty was not for the village, but for Allissa. He would serve valiantly at any personal cost. But only for her.
        Allissa still did not understand. 
        Serai watched her leave, raging and wanted to run after her, to calm her, to call her back, but knew she couldn’t. Allissa. –You’ve chosen your path. You must walk it alone now. Serai turned her attention back to Chathalen and Tersh.
==86 Jason in Kaar-taal on the beach==
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Scene 17   Jason explores the beach on Kaar-taal
aug 2013 read and masde minor edits.
This chapter begins about the time Allissa gets up in the morning, on her b-day. It should be right after the part where she flies in dream with Jayden, Aissis is setting when he arrives, so she is just returning from the dream plane. The D’zeron portal closes before the Dragon portal, because the dragon portal is father away (different time zone, basically and Dragon portal is I the tops of the mountains, D’zeron in the forest by the river, lower elevation.aiasis sets behind the mintains for D’zeron but still shins on the mountains on the other side]) (Allissa perpective would not be gone into in this book, but she might tell Serai and D’neira about this later and they might tell Jason, esp if Jason mentions seeing a dragon by the river that morning. 
Jason would see Aissis while traveling and be tempted to dream on the journey, knowing that Aissis and him and D’zeron were for the first time all three together.
Jason would see Jayden flying above the river shortly after arriving. [or before arriving? 
Jason leaves in the early afternoon, before Harris is awake.  Jason arrives morning [perhaps slightly pre-dawn?] in Kaar-taal, but still evening in jai-ten. ***need to work out the times on this. 
Jason explores the beach, meets Marrisyl sets things up for porting the boat up the cliff to the river, [he would not go ahead and take the boat up to the river because he is planning on taking the boat back out to the isnland to meet Harris the next day, although he is pretty sure Harris is not going to show up. He builds a campfire and prepares food he has gathered (perhaps shellfish from the river?)  
Ambivalance about whether Harris is coming. Glad he had to wait and see, because he would have missed this beautiful time on the beach alone to sort his thoughts had he rushed o to D’zeron. Be very much enjoys the time on the beach, counts it as one of the best times of his life. 
for this chapter I need to learn lots of primitave low tech cooking methods for him to sue. He’ll be very excited to have the chance to do these things, but sort of lonely not having someone to share it with, in the end. He’s gotten used to talking to DaraJeen and hanging out with Anton, and not liking being alone so much anymore. 
He sees a dragon ferret fly past several times, watching him (this will become marrisyl) and thinks about Anton, wishes he could have brought Anton with him, instead of Harris. They could have had fun together. tries to catch the dragon ferret, and she teases him. He plans to seek her in the dream world when he sleeps.
maybe tried a little flintknapping on the native stones, perhaps with the thought of making a gift for Anton. or tools to use along the way. He might make a spear thinking it would comfort Harris, only to learn he’s more afraid 
==87 am meeting continues POV CHathalen==
Scene 17   Jason explores the beach on Kaar-taal
aug 2013 read and masde minor edits.
This chapter begins about the time Allissa gets up in the morning, on her b-day. It should be right after the part where she flies in dream with Jayden, Aissis is setting when he arrives, so she is just returning from the dream plane. The D’zeron portal closes before the Dragon portal, because the dragon portal is father away (different time zone, basically and Dragon portal is I the tops of the mountains, D’zeron in the forest by the river, lower elevation.aiasis sets behind the mintains for D’zeron but still shins on the mountains on the other side]) (Allissa perpective would not be gone into in this book, but she might tell Serai and D’neira about this later and they might tell Jason, esp if Jason mentions seeing a dragon by the river that morning. 
Jason would see Aissis while traveling and be tempted to dream on the journey, knowing that Aissis and him and D’zeron were for the first time all three together.
Jason would see Jayden flying above the river shortly after arriving. [or before arriving? 
Jason leaves in the early afternoon, before Harris is awake.  Jason arrives morning [perhaps slightly pre-dawn?] in Kaar-taal, but still evening in jai-ten. ***need to work out the times on this. 
Jason explores the beach, meets Marrisyl sets things up for porting the boat up the cliff to the river, [he would not go ahead and take the boat up to the river because he is planning on taking the boat back out to the isnland to meet Harris the next day, although he is pretty sure Harris is not going to show up. He builds a campfire and prepares food he has gathered (perhaps shellfish from the river?)  
Ambivalance about whether Harris is coming. Glad he had to wait and see, because he would have missed this beautiful time on the beach alone to sort his thoughts had he rushed o to D’zeron. Be very much enjoys the time on the beach, counts it as one of the best times of his life. 
***for this chapter I need to learn lots of primitave low tech cooking methods for him to sue. He’ll be very excited to have the chance to do these things, but sort of lonely not having someone to share it with, in the end. He’s gotten used to talking to DaraJeen and hanging out with Anton, and not liking being alone so much anymore. 
He sees a dragon ferret fly past several times, watching him (this will become marrisyl) and thinks about Anton, wishes he could have brought Anton with him, instead of Harris. They could have had fun together. tries to catch the dragon ferret, and she teases him. He plans to seek her in the dream world when he sleeps.
maybe tried a little flintknapping on the native stones, perhaps with the thought of making a gift for Anton. or tools to use along the way. He might make a spear thinking it would comfort Harris, only to learn he’s more afraid 
==XX from really short graphic novel version 2012==
DoD graphic novel script  really sort version:
1--he goes to bed. 
2--the snakes attack him [4 pannels, whole battle one page]
3--He calls harris /—Harris hears  him,/ goes to Sen’tran. /Sentran removes implant. 
4—gives Sylvia to Anton, travels to Jason, fights fish
5—Jason, mid-day under hot sun still struggling with fire snakes/-Harris arrives, tries to wake him
7—sleeps, dreams, gets quetzal to release Jason. 
8---they both sleep until the next morning. ?
==88 jason in the PM on the beach==
17xk Jason in the PM on beach IN Kaar-taal placekeeper
a second chapter in this setting needed to separate the xd scenes.
he will figure out how to get his boat up the cliff, he'll boat in the waterfall at sunset, interact with the wildlife, catch and gather things for dinner make fire, cook dinner, etc.
[some of this could set up images for his dream with QUetzl
==89 Chathalen sleeps the evening after the meeting==
I need to be careful to remember to minimize intrussion from this side story in this volume, as it will be detailed in book two. 
I might need to indicate how Chathalen spent his day between morning meeting and evening initiation. the locked temple might also enter into this. who does and doesn't know that dream travel is part of the initiation? might this be part of why Allissa wants to be a dream keeper? 
being able to keep the secrets of the appointed place would be a big part of the qualification for dream keeper for this reason. Allissa would unconsciously be very motivated to reunite with her father in the plane of AUthority. Lenn might help her with this when she visits him. but that might or might not be told in this first trillagy, as her father's history doesn't become generally known until much later in the series. he might be introduced breifly here as her father but not as the adopted son of Sen'tran, a son of Kaizen --2014
Allissa would enter the dream plane again. she had always wanted to, and the dragon would continue to play on that desire. We should have killed him when we had the chance He had proved as treacherous as any dragon, despite all Allissa’s love, efforts.
Chathalen burned with Hatred at Jayden for having taken Allissa away from him. closest friend; his wife.  He would find a way to be with her again still.
       I can reach her on the wind before I assume my final form. Talk to her, help her understand. We can still do this together. She loves us, she will return. He had waited for her for 5 years, though he had other offers of marriage. Finally she was old enough,  but now she was gone. 
if it were anyone else he would fear for her safty in the wilderness alone at night without the protection of the five pillars. but in dreams Jaden would protect her and in waking, the forest loved her and the wildcats would surely pose no threat to ALlissa.
 A warmer thought came to him. She had been trained to seek out the appointed place on the night of her initiation. Would she join him in his initiation? His heart filled with tremendous longing, a false hope that clouded his judgment. He would not go through this alone. The task ahead was harsh and lonely. He could face it with joy, if he could share it with Allissa; knowing she was with him even on the wind. 
I Can teach her to walk the wind. My vows are not yet sealed, my form not final. I can bend the law one last time. Then she can dream with Tersh when I no longer can. and he will carry our messages. this will comfort us all.
I only have this one chance. I could instead walk the wind with Tersh. But one last time would not make Tersh feel better; Allissa on the wind would.
==90 jason is attacked by dream creatures==
in keeping with the title I might spice this up by letting him interact with several other creatures before Shae comes to visit. --2014. he would surely encounter Marrisyl --he would be looking for her having seen similar creatures in his dream in Jai-ten--and perhaps the kitten and /or the mother cat. Dragons are also possible, because he might look for them. OR he might seek to avoid them. 
  Jason and the Dream creatures…old
imediately prior to this CHathalen goes to sleep so we expect Jason to meet him in the wind.
the following chapter is Allissa casting the barrier against Chathalen. so this links well because they are both about dreaming dangers on Terran 8 dream plane, and taking place about the same time. Jason goes to sleep about the same time, this could be shown by mention of the rising of Aissis, Quetzal would mention Allissa and Chathalen in this, and perhaps even the future destiny between Harris and Allissa. Jason would remember that later. 
 
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(I will write several other mini-scenes of his dream encounter with Quetzal, which will connect to whatever is going on meanwhile with others. like, when Harris dreams, there will be a dream scene with the two of them and quetzal. this will happen twice. there will also be some reference to Chathalen’s ascension )
(might add a few mini-scenes about Harris and Chathalen into this section, to clearify what all is happening at the same time as this nightmare)
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In this dream, Quetzal will tell Jason not to seek Help from D’zeron because they are having their own issues with Chathalen and Allissa. something with the casting of the barrier might affect the whole dream field, and prevent Jason from calling for help, Quetzal will talk about this, blame Jonathan for it, and for the death od desmond, and accuse him of “killing” Desmond with the desire that he could raise Jason himself…maybe also hints of Desmond’s continued existence and indicate that the same technology at this time causeing problems in D’zeron was used by jonathan to kill desmond and that it was jonathan which had passed it on to chathalen. this would be jasons first introduction to chathalen, he will remember this when he does meet chathalen in dreams a few days later. ].Jason will believe none of this…. Chathaen’s assention and through all Harris’s preparations to travel…[village meeting in the morning to receive Chathalen as dream keeper after his acsention?.......I might have brief paragraphs reminding the reader of his condition during those chapters
The true Identity and character of quetzal and his relationship to anyone should NOT be revealed at this point. let him just seem an evil creature at this point, with vast and mysterious powers. 
           Jason skillfully and quickly went to sleep, traveling deeper and deeper through though the levels of sleep to dreams and lucid dreams until finally he found the Dream wind. [describe the wind here, and how it is different from what he experienced in jai-ten. 
formed of the same blue swerling mist, He recognized it form Jai-ten but apart from that there was little familiar. many other shapeless shapes and swerling colors gathered arround him, currious or shyed away as he moved through it. and it was filled with emotions, with inaudible whispers of many creatures, not many of them human. one voice only he felt that was human, and that voice carried no words but only a sense of terrible sadness, of terible loss, of deep dispair. he tried to reach out to him, but He was not open even though their emotion filled the wind.  He tried to approach but was pushed away. He’s in no mood to entertain a stranger He set his attention on Lenn. Lenn had come to him in Jai-ten, somehow. Lenn of the Ancient Forest across the mountains where the dragons lived. Far away. Could he come here? Could I reach across this land and find him there? in waking Jason had not yet wantered beying the beach and the head of the waterfall. creating spaces to dream in had not been his priority while he was setting up camp.
 ANy where on the planet he had walked in waking he could now travel on the wind. To Jai ten, across the sea he had flown over, to the parts of beaches he had walk with Harris and Anton. He could climb the trees they climbed. He could swim the ocean they had skimmed over in the aircar, or the lagoon beneath the waterfall.
         He took the form of a dragonfly sailing and gliding through the rainbow spray of the waterfall in the moon light (both moons rose tonight, at least in dream). It was fun, and beautiful. Like flying in the air car with Harris and Anton in Jai-Ten the night they arrived. This felt more real because it was not technological, it was natural. He could feel the wind and the spray and his dragonfly muscles expanding and contracting with each beat of his rainbowed celephane wings. But it felt less real because he knew it was only a dream, and it felt lonely. He had never felt loneliness like this before. He’d missed his parents, but didn’t exactly feel lonely. Loneliness is the price I pay for having friends, he thought, but decided it was worth it. He wished he had taught Harris to dream, so they could meet in dreams and he could share this with Harris on the wind.
skimming almost instantly back across the ocean he rode the wind to the AIssis oasis Inn. No one was sleeping there except a few travelers sleeping in perhaps. it was still early in the morning, and Harris was quite probably still out drinking. Jason would look for him again later, and then he could contact Harris and they could make plans for Harris’s ariveal or non-arrival the next day. sure ly Harris wouldn’t object to Jason intruding on his dreams like this, Harris had said he wanted to learn about dreaming, so Jason felt that was permission enough, under the circumstances. 
          Being An anthropologist, he wanted to see people and culture. Returning to the beach of Kaar-Taal, he took form as an anthropologist and  reached his mind out across the dream plane seeking humanity in any form, opening himself, inviting response from anyone. “Is anyone here? Does anyone hear me?” He remembers that they use a portal to enter the dram plane, and that entrance to the protal is tightly controled by the dream keepers. the pillars arround the city were supposed to form a sort of barrier to keep dream creatures from invading the dreams of those who slept within it. perhaps that barrier kept him form contacting dreamers in the village. BUt Tersh at least should be able to use the wind, and the wind might not be blocked by this barrier, since the wind is formless. 
Just as Jason was about to decide to search for the portal and seek permission rather than trying to reach through the barrier to contact Tersh, Jason heard laughter. Horrible laughter. Nightmare laughter. He tried to wake but couldn’t. Waking was always the first defense against nightmare. This was a nightmare, but dreams in this place were real. He knew Usual methods for dealing with nightmares might not work here. His darkest fears took form and came to life gripping him like living shackles, dark formless tentacles of some invisible nightmare creature. [specify fears, te fears would be plundered from his brain by QUetzal, QUetzal would force him to replay meories of times of intense fear, and then laugh at him.  Darkness swam before his eyes, and he thought he would faint. He spun inside, dizzily, reaching out his arms to try to catch his balance. Everything around him had vanished. His mind paralyzed with fear and he lost conciousness, in a sense, for a time(but in dreams there is no time…not in any real sense. ut for some interval his only awareness was of complete terror devoid of thought. 
He regained thought knowing only that waking was not an option.
The second defense against a nightmare is to face it. Face your fears and they don’t seem so terrifying; run from them and they follow you. Jason gathered his will, willfully collected his composure and calmly stood his ground, looking around in the nothingness for the source of the laughter. He did not know what dort of dream plane he had entered but he was quite sure whatever this was, it was not the Wind. He took form and the form he took was that of a ten year old boy. He tried and failed to choose a braver form. 
           The laughter continued. In the surrounding emptiness glowing serpentine shapes began swimming around him, as if he were in the depth of the ocean surrounded by bioluminescent squid which danced and darted too fast for him to make out their form. THis image delighted him and he smiled, realizing he could feel his body and his wire-framed glasses which defined him and framed his vision. He could feel his clothing, but he could not see himself. He had become invisible. Submerged unexpectedly again in another wave of all-encompasing terror he screamed, then struggled to draw breath in the thickness of the dark impenetrable atmosphere which surrounded him.
   fear is only a mind state. this is only a dream. NOthing can harm me here. he cast out the fear and calmed himself.
          They laughed louder, clearly laughing at him now. They danced around him, laughing. Confused, he stared at the laughing dancing forms; like flames, like snakes. Something of another world. well of course this is another world. This is other worlds. Alien planet, alien dream plane. I am an alien invader.
           He tried to think rationally. Dream bound creatures. Creatures which live on the dream plane and have no waking form. Can they speak? He knew very little of the dream bound. Jonathan had mentioned them, but not in any detail. The excitement of new discovery drove his fears away.
         “Are you dream bound?” he asked in childlike wonder “Can you talk to me? I want to learn of you.”
          They laughed louder, and their disrespect cut through him, engulfed him, owned him. memories of shame and failing filled his mind. He could feel or think nothing else for a moment, but He gathered himself again; tried to concentrate. Learning of a new alien race inspired him and the passion of that beleife that childish wonder lilfted him above all shame and failure of the past or projected to the future. He as speaking to an alien race in an alein dream plane. this was a dream come true, not a nightmare. 
       “I mean you no harm” said the young anthropologist, forcing his voice to be calm and steady. Immediately he regretted his choice of words as their mocking mirth swelled to a crescendo, engulfing him like the thick oppressive atmosphere. His heart raced, beating a rhythm which become part of their symphony of derisive laughter. They were not the ones who needed to worry about being harmed. He fought fear, tried to shut the laughter out, tried to think clearly.
            He joined them in their laughter. they were right. they had every right to laugh, he was the alien invader and he was making a fool of himself. 
            Sometimes to earn respect of native people you must assume their appearance. He tried to change his dream-form to something serpentine, flaming, and snakelike, something like them. Flames bit into his flesh his flesh, searing and devouring him, eating him alive, filling his mind with an image of a time-lapse video he had once seen of maggots devouring a dead animal, leaving nothing but the bones. He remembered Harris on the Beach in Jai-ten talking about falling into the sun, and being turned to pure energy like a dead body being recycled,  He could see flames engulfing his invisible body now, their light against his eyes was almost as painful as their burning. Flames consumed his flesh, though he could not see the flesh he saw its outline now in flame being reduced, carved away. He could feel, and see and smell it’s burning. He could hear the flames crackle and his skin boiling and popping and dissolving into ashes. He though of sunset on the beach in the Aircar with Harris, Harris’s fear of falling into the sun. this was like falling into the sun. this was what Harris felt when he saw daylight. Harris. I had no Idea. I’m sorry I did this to you.  
            “Harris!” He screamed, without intention, feeling foolish. Harris could not hear him now anymore than he was able to understand Harris’s fear on the beach in Jai-Ten. Issac’s Ram had fled away. The window of opportunity was closed. I am Isaac. I am the burnt offering. but who is God and who is Abraham in this ritual?
           The creatures danced and laughed like pagan demons around the bonfire which was Jason Scott-Harris. The crackling of flames because part of the terrifying song of their laughter and his racing heart.  they had horns now, like rams horns. Jason thought that must be only his imagination. He screamed his pain and terror and his voice joined the chorus as he lost all control of reactions --thoughts --feelings --perceptions. He was pain and nothing more. and then he joined them in laughter again. at the height of pain was nothing, pain reached a certain maximum beyond which no person was capable of feeling anything, and then there was jsut no feeling but a sort of calm numb purity.
         He stopped struggling; abandoned himself to the flames for a moment until he was again able to choose, and act. I am American. I am free. I choose my reaction.
         He tried to focus on having no form again. It didn’t work. Giving up that effort, He instead willed the fire to consume his dream-form entirely. In an instant he was bones, ashes, the ashes blew away and the pain was gone. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. better than pure Paragangian energy for the recycler, anyhow. A HomeWorld song about the refiners fire passed through his mind, like a cooling breeze. my dross has been burned away, he thought, Leaving me purified. He was once again Jason Scott-Harris invisible in the midst of laughing fire-serpents. His only part in the song was his racing heart, and his panicked breathing. 
        Warm tears coursed down his cheeks. He felt them, crying in relief to be himself again and that the pain was gone. He tried once more to awaken to his physical form sleeping on the beach. He failed, Then cried in sheer frustration at his plight. He couldn’t move and dared not try changing form again. But he could feel warm tears rolling down his face, and that was comforting. One part of himself that he still had. He wondered about the condition of his body back on the beach. how much time had passed? instead of trying to wake should he try to escape into the wind?  He called out to them, his voice emerging as a desperate wailing cry “Who are you? what do you want? why are you doing this?” 
          They laughed. In unison this time; something different. 
Jason took hope. He felt he progressing in the right direction. He stood invisible in the nothingness of this dream world and calmly observed the flaming serpentine beings as they circled rhythmically. They hissed his words back at him toneless, mechanical, soulless like the voice of Lenn but without the part which reminded him of Jonathan. In place that familiar part something which reminded him of a dancing mocking circle of flaming snakes.
            “Who are you what do you want why are you doing this?” They echoed
            Well, he thought, questions don’t bring answers, so maybe answers will. They understood his words. Probably even his thoughts. They seemed intelligent. “I am Jason Scott-Harris from the planet Earth,” he answered shaking more than he expected with the effort of speaking in the thick atmosphere. His voice sounded pitiful, weak and childlike in the dark nothingness; a terrified whisper. “I have come to study the people and technology of D’zeron. I want to learn about this planet. I want to learn of you. Please let go of me.”
            He was on trial being judged by malicious aliens who in fact were the natives. He was the alien invader. They repeated his words as if talking amongst themselves. Not in unison as before. Until he reached the “please let me go” part. He had not intended to say this but sometimes in dreams our deepest thoughts form words without consent. Before he finished he wished that he had not.
          Laughing louder than ever, though not quite as maliciously maybe, they rushed at him from all sides. He braced himself for the burning of their flames but instead of burning disconcerting coldness engulfed and filled him as they bound him with their flaming bodies until he was entirely wrapped in smooth cold tentacle-coils of mysterious writhing snakelike creatures yelling in their unified fire-serpent voice “Let me go! Let me go! Let me go!” They didn’t burn but they squeezed and pinched and he struggled against them to draw breath. Knowing he could not die in the dream plane from not breathing did not still his terror.
         Jason held his peace. He waited. The laughter quieted. They seemed  to be getting bored. Maybe if I do nothing they won’t want to play with me anymore, and they will leave he thought. Like a cat playing with a mouse only until it is too dead to wiggle, he thought darkly. But as he suspected, he was more than a mouse to them, and they were smarter than the average American housecat. Dream bound creatures have very long attention spans, and this new unknown creature from another world was not going to grow old very quickly
          A large fire-serpent separated from the squeezing crowd. “Hey JasonScottHarris” it began, suddenly sprouting several pairs of arms--more like tentacles-- with which to gesture as it danced through the air with it’s serpentine tail of flames writhing. 
“From the planet Earth!!!!” it yelled melodically, poking a little fiery finger in the air for emphasis, dramatizing the words in an exaggerated way, like a Southern Baptist preacher. Six other creatures detached themselves from Jason’s body, and began to dance around like back-up singers; the church choir behind his southern preacher. It didn’t reduce by any noticeable amount the uncountable  number who still held him constricted and immobile, unbreathing 
          “JassonSSscottHarrissfromEarth JassonSScottHarrissfromearth JassonSSscottHarrissfromearth” the back-up singers hiss-chanted, swaying to the rhythm of their own voices. They repeated the chant over and over until the words were no longer distinguishable, and then the large, many-armed serpent spoke again, leaping close to Jason’s pale unbreathing face.
          “How’s my old friend Jonathan, the one who named me Quetzal?”
           Jason, unable to draw breath to voice an answer, stared into the creatures alien eyes silently. They were slanted, more human than snake like but larger than human eyes, spinning with red and green and blue iridescent lines and squiggles. Beautiful, but strange and menacing. Terrifying.
          Jason calmed himself by force of will. He came to accept that breathing was not essential in the dream world as long as speech was not essential. He tried to imagine what he should say if he could speak. Perhaps they could read his mind. How is Jonathan? Jonathan is dying bravely, enthusiastic, fighting a good fight in his battle against his illnesses, knowing he will lose.  How is Jonathan? Jonathan Is a great man, a perfect father, and a good husband to my mother. How’s Jonathan? An expert in his field of study, a loved and respected professor whom all the students hoped to get for their Anthropology class. Except he is too ill to teach it now, so I teach in his place. Except I am here now, so they hope I will return. I also hope I will return. 
         there was a moment as jason replied that he sensed in the eyes and aura of the snake aincere respect and concern for JOnathan, and then an overreacting surge of pure hatred. 
 
         The creatures communicated without speach or jesture, perhaps a sort of Dream feild community mind. They loosened their grip only slightly as the leader’s maicious focus wavered in his concern for Jonathan. Jason drew a shallow breath, which helped calm him. The socially appropriate reply came to him, and came out of him unbidden. “He’s fine, why do you ask?” said Jason, surprised that his voice now sounded steady and clear, not weak and childish as before.        You’re just playing with me. this is not your true form. Jason observed mentally,not meaning for the Snake to hear, but it did.  SO you’re a friend of Jonathan. You like to play rough, like he does. 
        The large snake laughed alone. Jason could tell it was trying to regain the  it lost power of the monstrous illusion it had lost in showing it’s true concern for Jonathan, it was angry that Jason was able to cause the momentary lapse and intended to make him pay for that offense. It dived at Jason. Jason felt it pass through his left ear, into his head swim a few circles around inside, and re-emerge from the other ear in less then a fraction of a second. Then it gathered itself into a tall dark almost humanoid form, and said 
    
         “you’d be amazed at everything I know, Jedi Jason” Said the serpant, in the voice of Harris Jenzar --drunk Harris Jenzar-- though the voice also still hissed and burned. It was doing impressions of what it found in its very brief tour through his mind as the entire fire snake audience collapsed into riotous laughter.
           Jason shuddered to think what else the creature might have learned, and what it might make of it.   
           “Not much in there actually” The creature observed in a disrespectful tone borrowed from Dr , when Persington addressed a student who put forth no effort to learn and then complained at receiving a low score. “I am amazed at your ignorance. Jason Scott-Harris, Prince of Paragangia, you don’t impress me at all. Shall we be allies, or shall we be rivals? Prove your worth to me, little boy.”
         “I”m not a prince, I’m only a negotiator.  it is my task to communicate with the people of this planet and enable them to communicate with Paragangia, that there may again be peace between us. Who are you?”
         “I am Quetz’l, the Lord of the Dream World. Your father named me and thus I am brother. “I have no brother, I am an only child. My father died before I was born.” replied Jason
      Quetz’l laughed, You lied to me, Son of Desmond. You are the Prince. You are not my brother. Call your only true brother than. Will he save you? I’d like to see him try.” 
      He must mean Lenn or Tersh. perhaps he knows them. 
Quetz’l laughed “A Paragan with no navigation skills. How pathetic. This man, surely, was not made to be alone.” He came very close to Jason’s face, filling his entire field of vision with flames. The world which had been empty darkness now was only flame.
“You will call your brother. Let his destiny rise.”
what happened after than Jason did not remember clearly, creatures invading his body in various formes, taking his thoughts and memories and twisting them to hurt him and scare him, once or twice allowing him to rise to consciousness of his physical body enough to know that he was lying motionless on the beach in full sun, dehydrating, burning.
[there should be impressions of each significant character Jason has so far encountered. he would especially harrass Jason about the butterfly girl. 
==XX from 2013 graphic novel version cha 1==
graphic novel version
DOD 2013  graphic novel script  
this book would be in several volume, so each volume could have a different cover.
he arrives at the beach, picture of what he sees on the beach, waterfall, etc. 
he plays in the water. sees Marisyl “ it’s a rat pidgeon, like we saw at the space port. 
sitting by a campfire playing guitar, looking at the moon
“ AIssis the blue moon of destiny of dreams has risen. now I can sleep and dream  and see who I can find in the dream world here. Maybe Lenn will talk to me again, now that we’re on the same continent,’
picture of him laying down on  a blanket, sleeping. 
dream images. walks arround, dream images of the beach. sees marisyl, thinks “it’s that rat pidgeon again. 
I’m NOT a rat pidgeon, YOu ignorant Terran. I am a dragon ferret!!! you should not wander here, 
jason walks on. I’m looking for Lenn. DO you know him? 
“dreaming in the silderness outside the pillars is unwise” 
THe pillars? do you know how I can reach D’zeron in the dream world from here?
Marrisyl..you should not wander. don’t say I didn’t warn you, foolish child.  
complete blackness, Jason mistylooking, scared.
Hey! Dragon Ferret! what happened? 
[no response]
Is anyone here? Dragon ferret? Lenn? 
6—hears nightmare laughter, is terrified. first defense against night mares fails: he can’t wake up.
thinks, perhaps she was right, I should wake up now. 
oh no I can’t wake up. this has never happened to me before. dreams are differant on this planet. 
Dragon ferret! Help me! show me the way out. Lenn? anyone.
loud night mare laughter.  echoing his words. “help me.
8—“I’ve never been so scared. ever. really would like to get out of here now. Ok, second defense against nightmares. . turn and face it without any fear. 
ok, I can do this,it’s  jsut a dream. 
jason apears in a suit, short hair, as if he is lectureing in a colege class, with his guitar strapped to his back.
Now, where is that sound coming from? hard to face something when there’s nothing I can see “where are you? show yourselves?”
calms himself, stands still looks for source of the laughter.
9- snakelike glowing forms dance around him laughing at him, pointing at him.
15—Jason, smiling watching in fascination “are you dreambound creatures? can you speak to me?”
16—loud laughter—disrespectful. flames touch his clothing and it starrts to burn.Jason looks terrified.
“I mean you no harm!” he cries out. they laugh more. he tries to put the flames out on his clothing. the flames spread to his hands.
18—“Maybe if look like them they would respect me more”.he thinks
19—flames cover him completely. he is on fire consumed by flames. He screams.
20 Flames consumed his flesh, though he could not see the flesh. He could feel, and see and smell it’s burning. He could hear the flames crackle and his skin boiling and popping and dissolving into ashes. He though of sunset on the beach in the Aircar with Harris, Harris’s fear of falling into the sun. this was like falling into the sun. this was what Harris felt when he saw daylight. Harris. I had no Idea. I’m sorry I did this to you.
21—“Harris”Jason screams. I’m sorry. please. help me. [no way he can here this is foolish for me to call him
24 “wait. I am an American. I am free to choose my reaction. I am a lucid dreamer. what I dream is within my power to control” [tries and fails to have no form.]
25 treis to be fully consumed by the flames.
he is instantly bones ashes and no pain.
“ Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. my dross has been burned away and I am purified. I feel now pain”
26 –Jason standing calmly amid circling firesnakes. heart still racing, breathing hard, but still.
27. has his body again. cries tears of relief. and then realizes he cannot move at all except to speak. 
one of them is red and larger than the others. perhaps it is their leader, he thinks. the red large one hiss’s at him “foolish boy there’s nothing you can do you do not control this dream this is MY world.
28 “who are you what do you want? why are you doing this/” they laugh.
29 they echo his words. “questions don’t bring answers, maybe answers will”—“I am Jason scott-harris from planet earth” his voice is a terrified whisper.
30jason thinks “I am on trial being judged by malicious aliens. but this is they world. I am the alien invader here.  the natives.’
31 “mean you know harm. I just want to learn about  you. please let me go?”
they laugh maliciously rush at him from all sides.he braced for burning but instead they feel cold. tentacles, screaming LET ME GO LET ME GO LET ME GO”
32 they squeezed like constrictors and pinched and he struggled to draw breath. I can’t breath. yet I’m not dying. this is a dream, I don’t need air in a dream.
33 Maybe if I do nothing they won’t want to play with me anymore, and they will leave he thought. Like a cat playing with a mouse only until it is too dead to wiggle
[quetzal teases him, talks bad about his father Jonathan, tells him to call for Harris to help him. 
Jason calls for Harris to help him.
end of chapter one.
==XX from 2012 graphic novel version by jadis==
DOD 2013  graphic novel script  
this book would be in several volume, so each volume could have a differant cover.
1x--cover : destiny of dreams  [in small font] Journey to D’zeron [in large font]
Picture of Jason and Harris and Marrisyl, standing by a boat Jason holding the pole the pole the boat with, Marrisyl on Harris’s head with wing bandaged, Jason has his guitar on his back and bandages around his chest. 
[superimposed picture of Serai and Chathalen on the high cliff staring at Aissis?] 
1&2--Jason playing guitar, looks aissis, 
3--Jason goes to bed, goes to sleep, starts to dream
4--4 panels or so of dream images. Seeks Lenn. 
5 …takes form of anthropologist, seeks people. “Is there anyone here?” 
6—hears nightmare laughter, is terrified. first defense against night mares fails: he can’t wake up.
7—he panics, runs “dreams are different here” gets dizzy, falls tumbling, reaches out to hold on, is alone in darkness falling. [laughter goes one around him] he screams.
8—“Ok, second defense. turn and face it without fear. calms himself, stands still looks for source of the laughter.
9- snakelike glowing forms dance around him laughing at him, pointing at him.
15—Jason, smiling watching in fascination “are you dreambound? can you speak to me?”
16—loud laughter—disrespectful..Jason looks terrified.
17—“I mean you no harm!” he cries out. they laugh more.
18—“Maybe if look like them they would respect me more”.he thinks
19—he is on fire consumed by flames. He screams.
20 Flames consumed his flesh, though he could not see the flesh. He could feel, and see and smell it’s burning. He could hear the flames crackle and his skin boiling and popping and dissolving into ashes. He though of sunset on the beach in the Aircar with Harris, Harris’s fear of falling into the sun. this was like falling into the sun. this was what Harris felt when he saw daylight. Harris. I had no Idea. I’m sorry I did this to you.
21—“Harris”Jason screams. I’m sorry. please. help me. [no way he can here this is foolish for me to call him]
 Issac’s Ram has fled. The window of opportunity is closed. I am Isaac, the burnt offering. but to what God and who is Abraham?
22 the snakes, now with ram’s horns, dance around him as around a campfire, singing
24 “wait. I am an American free to choose my reaction. I am a lucid dreamer. what I dream is within my power to control” [tries and fails to have no form.]
25 treis to be fully consumed by the flames.
he is instantly bones ashes and no pain.
“ Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. my dross has been burned away and I am purified. I feel now pain”
26 –Jason standing calmly amid circling firesnakes. heart still racing, breathing hard, but still.
27. has his body again. cries tears of relief. and then realizes he cannot move at all except to speak. 
28 “who are you what do you want? why are you doing this/” they laugh.
29 they echo his words. “questions don’t bring answers, maybe answers will”—“I am Jason scott-harris from planet earth” my voice is a terrified whisper.
30 I am on trial being judged by malicious aliens who in fact were the natives. I’m the invader.
31 “I’m an anthropologist. I came to study your world. I just want to learn of you. please let me go?”
they laugh maliciously rush at him from all sides.he braced for burning but instead they feel cold. tentacles, screaming LET ME GO LET ME GO LET ME GO”
32 they squeezed like constrictors and pinched and he struggled to draw breath. I can’t breath. yet I’m not dying. this is a dream, I don’t need air in a dream.
33 Maybe if I do nothing they won’t want to play with me anymore, and they will leave he thought. Like a cat playing with a mouse only until it is too dead to wiggle
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==91 outline from Kaartaal to Dzeron from handwritten old==
JOurney to D’zeron aug 2013 outline from hand written
day 1early pm
jason sleeps at the rising of Aissis
in the middle of the nighte[mid day for Harris} he starts calling out to Harris
it is mid morning aproaching Noon by the time Harris arrives on shore, the sun is high and burning and Harris is very aware of the burning and of how sunburned Jason is.
Harris
his boat hits the beach he calls for Jason, does not see him
He’s been aiming for the waterfall but does not enter the lagoon. the waterfall terrifies him.stands on the rocking boat terrified. getting the boat to shore had occupied his full attention, he hadn’t even thought about what to do when he got there
he remembers the crabs on the beach in Jai-Ten calls for Jason sees Marrysil, she flies at him he’s terrified cowers and falls out of the boat into the shallow water.he rises, recoiling in terror fleeing the water.
]
smbles actross the beach and sees Jason laying on the ground unconcious near the remains of his camPfIre in the fun.for a monment he panics thinking he is alone, MARRISYL LEADS HIM TO JSASONhe runs to jason, picks him up like achild,tries to wake him
tries putting him in the water to wake him, hes sun bu1rned, he wakes slightly and cries out but 
harris knows he has to find jason in the dream and help `him find a way out from there. 
hedoes not fear getting losthimself because his father who has the curse of paragan has reasured him...orperhaps the fact that sen let hinm go reassred him of survival of self
harris lies don with jason sleeps and dreams confronts quetzl who is victorious to see him there
QUetzal lets go of Jason and departs.in the dream Jason falls unconscious, harris wakes to real life and wakes JAson, Jason is disoriented, not clearly remembering the dream[memory blocked by the trauma not knowing or understanding how Harris is there, not sure is he is awake or dreaming.
early pm 
Harris goes back to sleep with Jason guides him into another dream where they can communicated knowing they are in dream,here he is able to help heal Jason, remembering Jason’s storieds of healing Jonathans pain in dreaming
harris takes him to the place of healing, they might meet Chathalen there, since Chathalen is a healer, this would be a natural way to intorduce them to Chathalen.
marrrisyl might also appear there breifly
the kitten might also?
Jason recovers, when he walkes in the early eavening he finds Harris asleep there and remembers everything.[or jason is disoriented and remembers the dream only vaguely]
jason finds and reads the scroole prepared for him by sentran.it explains harris’s memory recovery and various items Harris has brought to help him adjust.
Jason lets Harris sleep, watching over him until the middle of the nioight, not wanting to disturb him but also not wanting to face him
jason has a small fire and has food prepared, food sent by sentran perhaps.
Harris wakes disoriented, switching off between traumatized adult Harris, terrified, and the regressed child 5 yr old harris from the returning memories. the child is generally more optomistic but less able to communicate with Jason. 
harris immediately realizes that jason is the son of desmond, tells him about his final encounter with Desmond, and tells Jason he is the HEIr of Paragan and has to return and take his place. 
also gives Jason the message from his father.
“I’ve got a message for you”
says Harris
Jason holds up the tube with the scrole “from your fater, I got it already.
no Jason Scott0Harris. from your father.from desmond Harris because he had the curse of Paragan because he knew you would be here with me at tis time when these memories returned.
reflexuvely jason responds” i’m not the sone of Desmond Harris. Jonathan is my father . i wasn’t even born when Desmond died. 
no jason harris insisted desmond told me about you.before you were born.jason stared back aNS  HARR I1S MET HIS3 G4AZE AND HELD IT with the certainty of Rae bearing her testimony of thee church.jason knew he couldnt win and conceded
ok harrois. what was the message?
harris grinned childlike knowing he had won and that this victory opened a door to Jason’s true self finally welcoming the freindship Harris had been seeking from the start of this journey and at the same time ending Harris’s lifelong quest to find the some of Desmond and the Heir of Paragan the man with the power to realease Harris frome his terrible destiny so he could stay on the marrion Jay with his father.
“he said tell you to go home”
“where is home>” h
“he didn’t say.” 
silence fell between them
jaspnthought of his childhood home in florida, watching the seagulls on the beachof his home in Manhattan Kansas with Jonathan and , where they were waiting for him to return. Matthias?
of Desmond’s childhood home, homeworld, and of the feeling he had when he first entered Home station, the home Desmond had built for his ado[ted [people
where Desmond had been livilng when this message had been planted in 4 yr old Harri’s brain.home
where is home and where woould desmond have called home?
jason pickeduup the guitar..Desmond
s guitar...
\\
elds hymn speaking of home crouded his mind.
home
and father.
jason sat down by the campfire staring ib\nto the flames. the fires heat bruned on his sunburned skin and he welcomed the distraction of the pain.
he sang softly one of raes favorite hymns, one written by the woman she was named fior. eliza r snow.he lost himself in the song as if hearing it for the first time
oh my father
thou that dwelkest 
in the high and gloru=ious place
when will I regain they [presance and agaonbehold they face
etc
if I were a father calling my child home, home would be back to me. Desmond knew he was dying He knew I would be jonathan’s son.but he still hoped I would chooose to be his son also the son of Desmond Harris.
Harris had seated himself uncomfortabluyon a large riock near the fire but not too near and he faced Jason avoiding the flames one side of his face was lit by the flames and the other side by the blue light of AIsissis jsut begaining to riseHarriss’s eyes shone with an inner light fuleed by worshipful memories of Desmond Harris, who was Paragan, and built Homestation, and had been his freind.
[insert convo here?]durring the conversation Jason cues into the fact that talking about Desmond makes Harris feel better, and by association with Desmond, LDS makes Harris feel better.
the rising sun was terrifying for harris and beautiful for Jason.[describe it through Jason’s eyes and add “Harris was clearly terrified”
jason looked at his own sunburned skin and harris’s skin and hair covered with dried salt from the oceian
“I need to go find medicine for my sunburn Harris”
hRRIS looked alarmed “go whare?”eyes wide, he moved closer and clung to Jason’s arm
into the forest to find some plants and to the water’s edge to get water and some other  plants
no don’t leave me here alone
you can come with me Harris
jason rose, and harris rose with him, still clinging. what’s wrong?
I’m scared.
I know that Harris, but why? what’s to be scared of? this is a safe place sepecially in daylilght.as soon as he said the word he remembered Harris’s fear of daylight, as explained on the other beach a few days earlier.
[discussion about eyes shattering could be held here, and the question of whether Jason’s eyes shatter, and Harris’s control over his shattering]
if that isn’t fully covered elsewhere in this version
jason gathers plants and preparres to medicate his skin.
he let harris hold the guitar as a security object, because it is associated with Desmond, and LDS for Harris. harris plays the guitar repearting jsut how Jason played the song and then plays songs he has never seen Jason play before. they talk about paterns and Navigtion, this being Harris’s superpower. 
while jason prepars meds he teaches Harris new LDS songgs which Harris plays on the guitar.
Json decides to bathe in the lagoon before medicationg his skin, he invites harris to do the same, to get the salt off.
jason helps Harris undress and learns that Paragangians have fur.
Harris freezes at the edge of the water.terrified.
jason sits down in the water and tries to think of LDS songs about being clean. glancing at the waterfall he thinks of “I like to look for rainbows” and sings it. he talks with Harris about baptism. 
esxplains that baptism is a clensing ritual which washes away past mistakes and makes one a member of the church community.
invites Harris to be baprized so they will be brothers and clear away all past mistakes which have passed between them, and all the lies. it’s llike being linked.
harris agrees, and then Jaosn tells him how baptism is done. Harris complains that Jason has tricked him, but he  walks bravely into the water to receive the ordinance
when Jason performs the ordanance he is overcome with the spirit and terrified and feels Harris’s fear of the water through his own fear of baptism, of the spirit. for Harris, he endures his terror and is baptized bty Harris. 
they play in the water, joyful and clean.they imerge from watter and sit on the ricks to dry off. Harris’s fears retrn as he sees the cat about to eat Marrisyl.
Jason interveins, gets scratched, and gives her to Harris to take care of.
then he treats his sunburn and wounds and Marrisyls wounds.
the cat is still watching them and it bothers Harris so Jason catches it fish and feeds it and it takes the fish and leaves
that evening they discuss plans. they decide to sleep in shifts and watch for wild animals and avoid the dream plane.
jason sleeps first and lets Harris sleep in the morning.
kitten visits early in his watch and he catches more fish for it and it leaves again
in the morning they ascend the cliff and prepare to move upriver.this night they might officially contact D’zeron. [when they met CHathalen before he would ahve not been welcoming as it was the morning after the night of his assention]
they travel several hours upriver and contact D”zeron. they sleep shifts, but sleep together for a short overlap while they cntact D’zeron...or they agr   ee Jason will do this alone? 
Harris doesn’t like traveling in the night any better than they day. the animals are naoisy in the night. things are duying there.
harris sleeps first shift, Jason feeds kitten on his watch.
and sets marrysil to watch. they sleep in the boat. 
jason sleeps late that morning, it is the third day and Harris is starting to recover jasons scratches are loonf HE MAKES MORE MEDS AND SAYS HE WANTS TO TRY TO MAKE IT ALL THE WAY TO D’ZERON THAT NIGHT. harris watches and learns
when they stop the third night, concerned about Jason’s illness they decide to travel through the next night to reach D’zeron. harris learns that jason has been feeding the kitten at night. and is angry about this seeming dishonesty. feeling it is a violation of their vow of full honesty as brothers jason apologizes. he didn’t mean to hide it jsut never thought to mention it it didn’t seem that significant.
harris forgives him.the kitten came seeking food while Jason sleeps that night. 
day 4 they travel but Jason is tired and weakHe’s trying to hide it from Harris, but it’s more than obvious, but he’s confused so he doesn’t realize how obvious it is.[pov Harris] 
harris is worried so he tells JAson to sleep on the boat and he will build the fire and keep watch. He then sleeps and seeks help from CHathalen in the dream plane.telling him of Jason’s condition.  and their location/. CHathalen tells Harris not to sleep any longer than necccessary, and he will come to help as soon as he can. 
Harris wakes to find Jason bleeding with the dead wildcat mother on top of him. 
Harris gathers spounge moss by the river and applies medicine while he waits for CHathalenholding Jason in his arms.
they are not far from Dzeron. 
harris blames himself because he stopped watching to sleep and because he didn’t trust JAson. and because Jason was injured trying to protect Harris. 
CHathalen reasures him that if he had not calle dfofr help Jasion would have a much lower chance of survival.the injury from the mother catwas nothing compared to the infectionand besides it was because jason failed to teach Harris how to feed the kitten that the mother attacked them. 
harris had chased the kitten away while he was building the fire]
Harris is not mad at Jason because he’s too scared about JAson.jason sleeping feels Harris’s presance in the dream plane, he’s concerned because Harris promised to keep watch and he knows how honest Harris is, so it cinfuses him to find Harris there, he wonders if something is werong. [harris has learned that sometimes brothers don’t tell everything, he’s following Jason’s example of holding back information to protect his brother. 
Jason gets up out of the boat, taking the pole they were using to proelll the boat,using it to steady himself, he stumbles towards the fire arriving just in time to fend off the mother cat.[transcription to computer incomplete]
2014 I might move this elsewhere later but for now it keeps related info in one place. good enough.
==92 Allissa cast the barrier==
Add intrduction here of him going to sleep and searching for her.
this might go before or after Jason’s dream scene. it would be happening at the same time, perhaps slightly earlier in the evening. for now I’ll place it first?
When Chathalen found her on the wind, She was dreaming; lucid, but alone. He touched her dream and entered it, stood before her dressed in Patriarchal robes.
 I am your husband Allissa, his eyes pleaded silently. She heard his thoughts. He felt her feelings. She raged, unsympathetic. You betrayed me, Chathalen
Age and time are not set in dreams, and space is relative. Standing before him, she was a tiny child, terrified, as she had been that day long ago in the forest when they fell from the tree…when he had broken her fall, and she has licked his face to clean his wounds, to help him heal. But she was also fully grown, a beautiful woman dressed in the robes of the Matriarch: a princess, his equal: a perfect match for him.  
he willed his voice to speak.
“Allissa”…his voice was broken and weary. His dark eyes filled with tears of sorrow, tears of hope. They were one in tears, in wordless sorrow. She was not a princess or a child, she was a fourteen year old woman with dragon wings; her final dream-form. He reached for her as a friend, a teacher, a concerned healer; he called her name with gentle and loving strength: “Allissa.” 
Allissa shut him out, raging. She pulled away, became a stranger
****describe her here???
. She laughed, crazy, and her memories replayed in his dream also,
[make a more clear and presant scene o this shared memory. at first show CHathalen receiving the memory as her receiving and accepting him as her protector, becuase for him that was the emotional content of the memory. for her, he then realizes the emotional content was terror that she could meet something that horrible in the dream plane, and then he is terrified to realize she is feeling so hurt that she perceives him as that ultimate enemy he had tried to protect her from.]
Long ago he had taught her how to cast a permanent and irrevocable barrier beyond authority a way to turn an attacker’s own power back to bind him, and the strength of his binding was his own strength. dire a person’s need must be to cast it, deep must be their feelings to provide the power for casting. “This should never happen,” he had told her, with love and with such adamant sincerity “You will never meet such an enemy. But if you do I want you to be safe. I don’t want to lose you like I lost my mother.”
 That was how she felt about him now, in her grief and confusion. He had betrayed her as a friend and as a trainer. He had stolen her destiny; left her with nothing. It seemed stunningly appropriate that he had given her, so long ago, this solution to her current circumstances. 
 He lived her hatred, felt the entire strength of it, was crushed by it. He was not prepared for this. He screamed in pain and terror, beyond control. 
He gathered his power and pulled away, pulled himself together, stood before her, a shadow copy of herself; as he once had been; a ragged fourteen-year-old village boy, with a dirty, tear streaked face. 
She paused, surprised to see blood beginning to ooze from an abrasion on his forehead, above his right eye. He took advantage of the pause as she drew her breath. He knelt before her, took her hands in his, and looked up into her eyes, ”Allissa, I need you. Stay with me”  
“I will never return. D’zeron does not want me” She screamed back at him. “I belong with the dragons now” So hurt and alone, not caring for anyone’s needs but her own, his words twisted in her mind and pushed her deeper into anger and dispair. He felt the shift, like a knife in his heart. With all the power he had, he held his form. 
She could tolerate no more, and spoke the words she beleived would block him away from her forever. He felt his dream form begining to shimmer and fade, the way a dream does when you awaken and you want to remember it but you can’t. He reached out for Allissa, trying to hold on, but she had already cut him off from her consciousness and he could no longer feel her e thoughts or feelings, they faced eachother as strangers. He tryed desperately to counter her inexperienced attack with something more advanced and complicated; but he was still being forced away, by his own power, the power he had given her to keep her safe. He felt his form fail and instinctively woke, screaming.
“Allissa, no!!!” 
==93 Harris decides to save Jason scraps==
copied Nov 27 needs editing to adapt to plotline changes
slight edit 2013. needs rewritten
 Harris dreams, decides to rescue Jason (transition from Chathalen Having been cast out of the dream plane by Allissa)
followed by Chathalen’s assention? or by a mini scene of Jason being tortured by QUetz’l , and then assention.
scene 23=
he goes back to the inn mid morning and passes out. 
He has a nightmare about Jason being tortured and calling him. He wakes up, confused, and makes Sylvia sober him. He tells DaraJeen the dream and she convinces him it’s because he feels bad about not helping Jason and should go. (SHe is assuming it was not an actual dream contact with Jason. DaraJeen not a dreamer, but Harris is. dreaming terrifies DaraJeen, so once Harris is awake he doesn’t say anything more to her about it)
He goes back to sleep, now sober, and realizes Jason has a spacer dream bond to him. and knows Jason really is being tortured and really is calling for help. Memorey of THe dream bonding and Jason’s birth, which was intentionally created by Sen’tran when Jason was born, has been locked by sen’tran, only to be triggered when the dream bond is activated. Harris will know exactly what is happening when the memories unlosk. this will explain to the reader what was happening when Jonathan’s memories of ALexandreil unloscked, 
******the most recent outline for this section of the story ;
 During that day, Harris is drinking through the night in jai ten. in the morning Rhonda comes looking for him, tries to tell him to go back and get sobered up so he can leave in the afternoon to meet Jason as he agreed to do. She appeals to him about the importance of this project to Paragangia, and how important that paragangia be represented, how they can’t trust Jason. SHe is also trying to just get the journey going as fast as possible so the Marrion Jay can go on the  Rhoisoh, and she fears with Jason out alone and no way to contact him the Marrion Jay will wait for him indefinately until they are able to learn of his welfare through D’neira. If Harris goes, having a link, she beleives they will be able to moniter Jason’s progress and Sen’tran will be willing to go on without him. Harris gets angry that she is talking bad about Jason and tells her off, using Sylvia to force her to stop pursuing him. 
but he keeps thinking of Jason out there alone, and how he had wanted to let Jason dream with him but they never got to do it. He feels uneasy about Jason, but wants to defy RHonda  and     he’s very ambivalant, thius he tries harder to get drunk and block his feelings.
so arround mid-day he finally goes back to the inn to sleep it off. He goes to sleep drunkenly, having disoriented drunken dreams, nightmares, he thinks he hears jason screaming and he awakens feeling very sick and hung over. he gets  up, gets Sylvia to heal him, sober him (she contains  a mini medical facility among other things) he goes down to the cafe, still shaken by the dream and not feeling well, in spite of Sylvias healing. he realizes Sylvia is angry, and thinks she has intentionally not healed him well, to punish him. He tells Dara Jeen this. Dara Jeen tries to encourage him to go with Jason, as Rhonda ordered her to do, even though she really does not want harris to go. He tells her about the nightmares, and how he regrets getting drunk, and about his fight with Sentran. she tells him the dreams are probably just him regreting not having been there to help Jason, and he should go meeting him on the island, as planned. 
he decides to do that but still isn’t feeling well, and isn’t thinking clearly. he goes to lie down again, and now being sober, falls quickly into lucid dream and sees jason being tortured by dreamsnakes, he realizes that jason is contacting him through a spacer dream-bond, though it seems impossible they should have a dream bond. But even though he can’t explain it, he feels loyalty to anyone who has a dream bond with him, and he felt loyalty and afection for Jason anyhow, and the poor guy is obviously really desperate. he can’t cntact jason in return because Jason’s entire attention is bound up in the torture he is enduring, though he was aware of Harris enough to be calling him. 
Harris wakens himself, [at this point remembering the locked memories about Jason’s birth and the dream bond intentionally formed between them BY his father. 
realizing that jason will not be able to come to the island to meet him with the boat, so he is going to need to get a boat for himself. he questions Dara jeen about how jason got a boat, and she tells him. so Harris goes to see George. George doesn’t understand about the dream, because harris can’t tell him exactly, but he agrees to help anyhow, since Jasons having expressed the thought that harris might decline to go made him think there was a chance jason would not be waiting on the island when harris arrived, just because he didn’t trust harris to go.
so George explains about the rules, what cannot be taken and why ****I need to make an good explaination of why****and harris realizes his implant is forbidden technology and also that Rhonda wants to use it to moniter him in D’zeron. He also realizes he can’t take SYlvia and she can’t be seperated from his implant, so they can’t jsut deactivate his implant. Harris doesn’t want to be used as a tracking device, but still wants to help jason, so he tells Tanna and Felix that he won’t go with them, goes to sen, in the middle of the night, and Sen agrees to remove his implant and to take him in the taxiship “falcon” and drop him at the island
older versions below
part 1 harris fights off Rhonda, hears jason in dream decides to go rescue him
after jason leaves when Harris learns of it and has his dream about Jason and the fire serpants (which was conveyed to him by the fire serpants, and which was entirely calculated by them to bring Harris to them, because Quetzal knows who Harris is and has forknowlege of the alliance they will form now with Paragangia.Quetzel 
Harris will be out drinking when the Queen comes to him, and orders him to get sober and go with Jason. This enters his defiance, and he refuses, and realizes she will send someone to make him sober, sets Sylvia for defense. Sylvia defends him, and confiscarets the device used to make him sober. But then he starts thinking about Jason and worrying (this would be about the time jason starts dreaming, which would be aerly evening in kaar-taal so early morning in jai-ten.****fix times**** Being disturbed by this he goes home and sleeps and hears Jason calling him in his dreams. He awakens, orders Sylvia to make him sober, 
Rhonda Teppin goes out looking for Harris mid-day right after she talks to Dara Jeen in fact her talk with Dara Jeen might stem from her looking for HArris.
“But this is a mater of great importance to all Paragangia, and very urgent.” 
“is it time for the marrion Jay to leave this port?”
“no”
Then it is not my business, leave me alone”
“but that’s the problem Harris. we can’t leave for Rhoisoh until the old man hads his little grandson settled into village life, and since he’s going on alone without technology, there’s no way for Sen to verify his arrival. if you were with him you could let us know, and we could go on, you being his gaurdian angel and all. [she would not talk that way. reword for her voice]. this would be a link discussion though, not a verbal discussion. even though she would reenforce her sincerity by apearing in person]
 Returning to the Inn He is slightly beat up[find a way in currrent version for RHonda to actually get someone to beat him up, perhaps Tanna and Feliz], sick and very angry at being forced sober when he is off duty. Soon after he arrives and receives the message from Jason, he realizes why Rhonda sent her people after him, and about then gets the feeling that Jason is in trouble and needs help. He is then regretful about having not been there for Jason, having ignored his messages, and no longer resents having been forced sober, in fact he feels inclined to thank Rhonda for it.  He begins to question the wisdom of his drinking ritual.
He learns they have made arrangements for him to join Jason the next morning, which he plans to do, even though he thinks he might need to be there sooner. But the spirit(or whatever) guides him first to sleep 
 as soon as Harris falls asleep, he enters his own spacer dream plane and the spacer dream plan is not connected to places, but to people, so because of the connection he as made with Jason, he is able to hear his cries for help on the dream plane but he is not connected enough to travel the dream plane to Jason, so he wakes himself, 
he then convinces Dara jean and George to help him to make a boat, because he realizes Jason may not be able to wake up to come out to get him in the other boat.
==94 Jason and quetzl minichapter==
placeholder. needed to remind reader Jason is being tortured by quetzl the whole time Harris getting ready to save him.
==95  Chathalen ascends --needs total rewrite==
copied from start complete edited file, nov 09
needs updating---especially since now the assention involves being introduced to the world of the Ancients and dream travel. 
chathalen might meet Allissas father, he might even learn who he really is but be sworn to secrecy and that would surely not be in THIS book. most of this might not be in THIS book. because Chathalens destiny is to die he gets to know things others don't get to know. but when he dies he gets to reunite with his mother who is with the ANcients, whereas he is still banned from her at the time he first ascends. this might be adressed in the book two version of his assention, her trying to get permission to see him.
Chathalen looked around uncomprehending in total disorientation. After a timeless time his eyes and mind regained focus. he was laying in bed at Tersh’s cabin. Tersh slept fitfully beside him. He stared blankly, numbly at the rough wooden beams and woven thatch over his head ****how would people with no metal form beams, figure out the exact construction tecknologies of D’zeron****  
How could she have felt that way about me? She know how much I love her, how much I need her. But passionate, impulsive Allissa felt that way about him for a moment, and that was enough. She existed only within the moment. She would regret it immediately, just as passionately, and that would hurt her more than whatever she felt he had done. Would she blame him for that pain also? Add it to his perceived offenses, whatever they were? 
I shouldn’t have looked for her, and never should have taught this. We were very young , and I was trying to keep her safe. I knew things I shouldn’t know. Regret for his impulsiveness and hers engulfed him., I was only 12. I did not have the power to make her understand. What’s done is done. I must find a way to make it right. And I will.”.
 “I designed that barrier to be unbreakable. However,” he reassured himself, “there are many things we don’t yet know.A dream spell created by a 12 year old apprentice must have weaknesses which can be overcome by a skilled mature dreamer with Authority. I will take all I learned on the dream wind, all that I gain in authority. I will bring her back. I was always willing to wait for Allissa. This doesn’t change things all that much.”
(waiting had not been easy for the part of him which was just a young man like all others; in spite of his strength and wisdom, and dream skill he still felt the pull of natural human desires.; he had no doubt he loved her enough to overcome that challenge)
Facing D’neira would already have been difficult: keeping his father’s secrets without violating the vows he soon must take. Now he would have to be even more careful, to tell D’neira about the barrier without revealing his wind walking. Humbled but determined, he entered the dream plane and arrived in the Appointed Place, where D’neira was waiting.
He met her eyes, They were dark and glassy;  devoid of feeling.
 “D’neira is skilled, but I am no less skilled. I must not show it.” For a moment he was grateful for his visit to Allissa, in spite of what happened. Allissa would be his guide. He on his memory of how her inexperienced spirit had appeared in the dream plane, mimicking her ignorance.
         He averted his eyes from D’neira’s, and knelt before her.  “D’neira, Matriarch of D’zeron. I give my life to serve our village, as I am called to do. Show me the path.”
         “Rise” 
         He had not anticipated this much strength from her. He had traveled the dream plane all his life, but her dream voice cut through to him easily, left him trembling. He could have blocked it, or answered in his own, but he carefully resisted all resistance, willing himself under her spell, holding on to just enough control to guard his fathers secrets. 
        What happened next would make everything easier.
        He steadied himself,  rose and looked into her eyes as he knew he must. He would make his vow carefully, before he tried to tell her about Allissa.
         D’neira began the ritual. “Chathalen son of Tersh; are you prepared?”
        “I am prepared, Matriarch D’neira” he stated formally, manifesting the training he had given Allissa, His role modal for innocence, he thought affectionately, being careful to not let his feelings escape from the wind.
“In dreams there are things that cannot be hidden, and things which are revealed, which cannot be revealed” He listened carefully as she spoke, weighing her meaning, wording his response with equal care. “I, Chathalen, hold no secrets” he paused, carefully adding “of my own.” Then continued “I give myself this night fully to the service and protection of those of my village,” He pictured Allissa and Tersh, knowing they were part of his village. He felt he could guard their secrets within this vow.
 “In my youth I have transgressed. I leave the past behind, I will no longer walk outside my vows” …this would free his visit to Allissa from tainting his vow, he thought, along with any other youthful folly. “I know that power exists within authority, and power without authority is a risk I shall not take again. I will be a Dream Keeper of D’zeron, in the honor of Allissa, daughter of D’neira, in the authority of the matriarchy.”
        “So be it then” D’neira, whispered, her voice overflowing sadness, all the power of her dream voice gone. “I have always known it would come to this.” 
        Then returning to her full power, she sealed his vow. “Chathalen, son of Tersh, the prophet, Chathalen, grandson of Sharra, Dream Keeper of D’zeron, and Jonathan Landon of Paragangia,  Chathalen, Patriarch of all future generations, receive your destiny.” He wanted to protest being addressed at patriarch, to say “I serve in Allissa’s honor only, I will not rule as Patriarch” but he couldn’t. Holding this truth within him with the power of the dream-wind, he answered “I receive it” 
        And he did receive it. 
        Or it received him; took him in, took him over, melted him into nothing and made him a part of it. He entered the plane of authority. 
         Nothing could have prepared him. It was much more power than he anticipated, far more than he had ever found in the wind, more than the dream bound manifest on the free dream plane. He had appeared in a dream form as a patriarch, but now it entered his soul completely, owned him, transformed him, earsed him and made him new. He became Patriarch, and dream keeper. He received it, with all his spirit except the little bit he held back, remembering Allissa, and keeping his fathers secret safe. He clung to them, held them as part of him self, allowed them to become part of his patriarchy. He would not let them be burned away as just part of the old life, taken from him forever.
He felt alive in a way he had never been before.  Everything was different, the world was new, like a dream plane of the dream plane, compared to this the wind was just a line, and the free dream plane without authority like a pencil sketch drawn by a child. Sorrow and regret for Allissa’s loss engulfed him, so completely that he couldn’t hide it form D’neira.  she should here, not him. She should be with him on the wind, but he was cast away from her instead, because in his bad judgment he had tried to contact her without authority. He over came it quickly, but not before D’neira noticed.
“This was never meant for her, Chathalen” said D’neira gently, as a mother comforting a grieving child “The moment she entered the temple with a dragon, I knew you would be standing here tonight.  Some currents on the plane of authority flow in courses that cannot be changed,” The image she projected to him as she said this included many things that cannot be changed within authority. One of those things was his barrier. Chathalen cringed, more careful not to show it this time, but she saw.
D’neira was not surprised by his regrets, she would have been suspicious if he had not manifest it, he let slip just the right amount to avoid raising her suspicion. “I’m good at this” he thought proudly, while continuing to present to her still an exterior of sorrow, appearing to give her his full attention.
“I see more than you realize, Chathalen.” She said, as his equal now, and a chill ran through him realizing how true this was. He never imagined authority had a plane of its own, like the wind, only greater than the dream plane, rather than within it. The plane of authority was to the dream plane as the dream plane was to the dream wind.  what did she know, what she could hide from him as he had hidden from her in the dream wind? what lay above the plane of authority? He let the wonder fill him, like a child; He was a child at the feet of the master now. In this plane, he was new-born and knew nothing. He had no need to pretend ignorance, no cause for pride in his own skill.
“You visited Allissa, before you came to me.” she stated matter-of-factly “It was foolish, but I was not surprised. She used your own power to cast you away, a skill you taught her long ago, against authority. It was a great power, and unusual. Yet you hold to her. She is gone forever, yet you do not let her go.” 
He threw himself into D’neira’s arms and wept like a child, relieved not to have to hide this anymore. He let the pain of it consume him.  He lived it fully, as one must do in order to go on. D’neira understood his need and held him, like the mother of an injured child.
 “I will not let her go” He insisted, when he recovered just enough to speak. “It was my mistake and I will find the way to make it right” he declared, in spite of the humility of the words, sounding like a stubborn child determined to find a way around the rules. D’neira smiled gently, as a loving mother “We will find a way Chathalen” she said gently, in the full power of her dream voice, holding his face between her hands. “You are not alone now Shae Thaleiln” she said, with undeniable love. Then raising one hand, she passed it lightly across his forehead, above his eye, and he felt the wound which had re-opened when he faced Allissa heal again. “We will bring her home when the time is right, but not tonight. Children are always in such a hurry.”
The newly ascended dream keeper awaked in his room, alone, the feel of D’neira’s touch still on his face, He basked in the joy of her motherly smile lingering warmly in memory. His own mother died long ago. He had spoken to her on the wind, but you can’t feel the wind, not like a touch of skin on skin on the plane of authority, more real than waking; more solid than the dream plane. In waking D’neira held herself aloof from everyone. She had been a kind and caring teacher and the leader of the village, but he had no affection for her personally, nor had she displayed any for him. Now he understood. In the plane of authority, they were her children, and she loved them all desperately. But she couldn’t get personally involved in waking, because she belonged to everyone. She lived alone. Chathalen shivered “Is this to be my fate also, then, to be alone?” He wondered “Must one be alone to be the dream keeper?” but he knew, centuries ago, that matriarch and Patriarchs had served together as one. He would find Allissa, and never let her go.
Staring up at the thatched ceiling of his cottage, he re-lived the night, too numb in the end to feel it all. In the past he thought it odd that they called the ceremony ascension. Now he felt the reality of his own ascension, and understood. On awakening, dreams fade away from the earthbound soul. He went to rise, and found himself exhausted, fell back on his bed and slept dreamlessly for several hours.
==XX from graphic novel ch 2, first half==
chapter two. Hrris
harris is out drinking he starts feeling sick and decides to go home to sleep it off. 
goes home. goes to sleep
dreams that Jason is calling him, 
tried to help but can’t get to where Jason is in the deamworld. wakes up. 
talking to sylvia --I had a weird dream Sylvia. I don’t feel good. will you heal me? 
sylvia heals him. 
OK. says Harris. maybe getting drunk wasn;t a good Idea. remind me not to do that again. now maybe I can sleep without any nightmares. 
It’s probably jsut that I feel bad for having refused to go with him tonight. I am woirried about him being out there alone. 
well, maybe now I can sleep anyhow. 
goes to sleep. sees Jason being teased by QUetzal and calling out for Harris to help him. 
can’t get to where Jason is. 
Harris wakes up. 
that wasn’t jsut a dream, sylvia. that was real, those creatures are real and he’s realy trapped there. 
I ahve to go help him. 
but first, I need to go see my fahter. 
[ scene change]
sen’tran sleeping.
harris entering the room.
sen jumps up startled, grabbs Harris.
‘Harris. I should have known. no body other then you would be able to sneak into my private quarters like that. .
Harris says “Dad, I’m sorry.” 
sen :it’s okay, you’re not the first of my children to go into exile you know.”
harris says “how did you know?” 
sen says “desmond told me.”
Desmond? but he’s been dead for over twnety years. 
Yes. he had the curdse of Paragan. he told me twnty years ago that this time would come, and asked me to help you. 
Harris satys --jason is being held hostage in the dream world. I ahve to go to Kaar taal to save him.
I understand. I will shut down your implant so you can legally travel there without technology. 
there’s a problem. SYlvia. 
I can’t take her with me. 
So? 
harris: and she can’t be seperated from my implant because she will die?
die? she’s a robaot you can jsut start her up again. 
NO, she’s really alive. I don’t know how it happened but  she’s really alive. 
you know how illegal that is harris? 
yess, I know, but it ws an accident.
why didn’t you tell me?
 I was only 10 when I created her. I didn’t know what I was doing. but once it happened I had to protect her. I thought you might kill her because she was illegal. 
Sentran looks at sylvia, holds her like a hcild, makes a comment about the only heir harris will give him is a toy robot.
Harris says “you ahve to implant her with someone else, and it has to be someone who can have a control implant. 
sen: you mean me? I can’t. I’m the patrearck, I can  go running arround with a toy robot following me. 
but she’ll die! and there’s no one else, is there? 
Sen’tran grins and ANton suddenly appears beside him. 
Harris !! he jumps on Harris and hugs him, almost knocks him over “have you finally decided to let me have Sylvia? I knew you would. It’s ABOUT TIME. 
ANTON? Harris looks ar Sen, who is grinning. “She’s illegal. He’s only a child. you can;’t can you?”
 I am the Patriarch. I make the laws. 
No one will notice. the people of the Marrion Jay are used to seeing Sylvia with you. They don’t question her legality. It is natural that you will finally pass on your toy robot to a child like Anton.
. you were a child when you created her. Anton has been held captive on the Marrion Jay all his life because he was born with a dangerous capacity to dream travel. Sylvia can moniter him better than we can. Linked to her, he can explore the port alone, even on planets which do not have a community mind. Linked to her, he will not be able to dream travel. [ this page will be added in between later, not included in the basic version. too much text]
[scene changes will be marked by a blank page and a full page scene setting picture. 
picture of the melinium falcon taxi offshore from where Jason is at the waterfall...similar to the first picture with Jason. dolphines jumping out of the watter. birds flying over the water. 
picture of Sentran leaving Harris off in a boat [ find a way before this to let readers know how Harris is terrified of water and living creatures?]writing a prequal would help, this can be skipped for now
Harris terrified by dolphins jumping over his boat.  drops kayak paddle. Has to paddle with his hand in the water to get it. fishes try to bite him. 
Harris worries about Jason. “the longer I take to get there the longer I endure this terrifying ocean and these terrifying creatures. and the longer Jason endures being tortured in the dream world by those flame creatures. [seveal pictures of fish splashing Harris, harris arriving, falling in water trying to get out of the boat. 
Harris runs up the beach to Jason’s camp. 
picture of Jason laying in the sun unconscious “Jason? wake up”
Jason cries out. “Harris. I’m burning. help.” 
Harris Kneels by him, shakes him. “Jason!Wake up ALready!
Jason hangs limp in harris’s arms
“maybe the water would wake him.” carries Jason to the water. fights his fear. holds Jason in the water. [picture of Jason alseep, floating in the water. he cries out again about being burned. “snap out of it! you can;t burn when you’re in the water. can you?
Harris carries dripping Jason out of the water. Nothing will wake him. 
If I could carry him to D”zeron they would know how to help, but it would take days to get there. He’d starve and dehydrate before we arrived. 
I’ll ahve to join him in that dream place and help him escape.  
I know that’s that’s dangerous, but it  can’t be worse than fish and dolphins. Right?
Harris and Jason, both soaked, lying together on the ground, Harris holding Jason like a child.
==96 sen'tran removes Harris's implant==
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in the chapter before this, Chathalen became the dream keeper in the village meeting. He took his place in his culture as Harris is walking away from his place in his culture, Chathalen turns away from his father to join his community as Harris is reuniting with his father (although Harris is also taking a journey away from his father, their relationship becomes more personal and less determined by their cultural relationship at this point. they become friends, while Chathalen’s friendship with Tersh is temporarily lost to his new role as Dreamkeeper)
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When Harris has his implant removed, Sen’tran will have to tell him all the things about how Desmond became the king which Harris relates to Jason right after Jason’s marriage. 
 clearing the memories Sen’tran will have access to a lot of Harris’s private memories. but not to the hidden memories. but he does know there is something about Desmond there, he knows this is the time Desmond spoke of so he tells Harris about Desmond, and tells him he must serve the king.  (this will be mentioned during the transfer scene. Sen’tran’s thoughts?}
while Harris is gone, and it will appear that Harris is still there, but sulking and refusing communication, so that Rhonda will not know his implant has been removed.
I supose she will think he refused to go with Jason. He will have told Tanna and Feliz that he will not go with them, that he is going back to the Marrion Jay.
so when the Marrion Jay leaves, only sen knows they are laeaving Harris behind. thus ANton becomes a navigator because to cover Harris’s abscence theyhave SYlvia navigate, since she being programed by Harris can imitate his style, give ANton’s future-seeing ability, he is a very skilled navigator.
Sen [Anton] can use Sylvia to navigate the Marrion Jay almost as well as Harris does. Sen may also scan Harris’s memory implant and learn things about Harris that nobody knows,. Sen will not tell them that he has removed Harris implant but will tell them that he has disabled parts of it …..will rig it to apear to the computer that Harris is still wearing it. 
Scene 26        Sen’tran removes Harris’s implant 
           Sen’tran was asleep. Then in an instant he was fully awake standing beside his bed, the hands of an intruder held immobilized. The intruder stood in silent resignation. 
        Only Harris could sneak in on me. No one else knows how to override all my sensors. 
       Sen’tran opened his eyes. Harris’s link was silent and his eyes were gray. His toy robot floated closer then usual, uncharacteristically still and expressionless, its fan-like wings hanging limp at its sides.  
       Harris recoiled slightly, instinctively resisting as Sen’tran reached out through the medical technology in his hands to assess Harris’s physical condition. ***[make sure med tech explained prior] Harris stopped resisting and closed his eyes. When he opened them they were dark, but tears instead of shattering still betrayed his fear. 
        No one denies the shattering as easily as Harris. 
       Along with fear, exhaustion and urgency, Sen’tran found the remains of a drinking binge hastily healed, and he also knew Harris had been with DaraJeen.
         Harris can prevent me from scanning his mind. He knows where I draw the line and how to turn my love against me. 
        After less than a tenth of a second he stopped probing and threw his arms around his son, drawing him close. Harris returned his embrace with equal affection, holding onto him desperately like a child, his link still full silent. 
      “It’s okay Harris. You’re not the first young man to decide he can better serve Paragan by going exile. You’ll come back safe. This is your destiny.” 
     “How did you know, Sen’tran?”
     “Desmond told me,”
      Harris opened his link and Sen’tran knew everything-- Jason, defiance, DaraJeen, Rhonda, the dream**[correct this list??]-- Everything except the one thing Harris had come to tell him. 
          In the next room, Sen’tran ordered him to sit and a chair which sprung up to claim his body. Surgical chairs were similar to navigation chairs only more advanced, controlled by both the surgeon and the patient’s link. Harris gave himself to the chair. 
          Why is he afraid? Water, the forest,--Jason has already begun to help him face these; as an experienced Negotiator, life without the link shouldn’t be too difficult.
          “I won’t remove the implant, just disable it. That way you won’t have returned-memories to contend with. We’ll transfer memories you need for the journey into biological memory and shut down everything else. It’s quite simple, you know. You could have done it yourself, but it is good that you came to me. I’ve prepared many temporary exiles. I can do it more efficiently than if you did it yourself and I know which memories you’ll need. I can also ease many of the side affects.” He began to direct the memory transfer. Harris cooperated passively, speeding the process. 
     ****sometime during this process Sen’tran will notice that all his memories which are related to Jason or to Desmond Harris have been stored in his brain, not his implant. Sen’tran can’t easily access those memories and doesn’t take the time to examine them at all, but wonders why he chose to separate them out this way. He might find other things which are interesting or confusing or enlightening to him. he might decide to meddle in some way? or be tempted and decide not to, because it would be  a violation of Harris’s trust.]
        “Sen’tran” Harris spoke aloud, shifting his chair back slightly to meet his father’s eyes.
        “Harris. It has been years since you last spoke my name without a curse.”
        “Dad, There’s something I haven’t told you. It’s not what you think.” His voice was a nervous, childlike whisper.
        Sen’tran waited silent, continuing the transfer. He reached a point right then where Harris’s memory was tightly locked in a perculiar way. He gave Harris a questioning look.
       “It’s Sylvia.”
       Sen’tran glanced up as the robot gave a sad whistle and made a little circular gesture with one wing. Harris opened a hidden part of his implant memory to Sen’tran’s mind.        
        “She can’t be separated from your implant.” Sen’tran frowned. “You can’t take her with you. We have to remove your implant.” He began to prepare the implant for removal.
       Harris’s eyes shattered “No! You can’t Sen’tran. She’ll die”
      “She’s a robot. You can just start her up again when you return.”
      “No! She’s sentient. She’s alive. She’ll die.”
       Sen’tran stopped, and examined the contents of Harris’s implant more thoroughly. Sylvia squealed, hurt and offended, as her mind was roughly, forcibly probed. Harris made no effort to protect her from the intrusion. She screamed wordlessly at Harris for not protecting her, and then sulked. 
      Sen’tran looked at her and smiled slightly, then laughed aloud, wiping tears from his eyes. Sylvia laughed back.
      “This is strictly forbidden. you never should have created this.”
      Harris hung his head, like a guilty child “I was eight.”
      “Eight-year-olds are accountable.”
       Harris lifted his shattered eyes to meet his father's. Sen’tran was still smiling.
      “I didn’t realize what I was doing until it was already done, Dad. Once she was alive I had to protect her.”
     Sen’tran reached up towards Sylvia with his technology-filled Paragangian-Shaman-hands holding the power of life and death. Sylvia screamed.
       “Don’t hurt her!”
       “You had to protect your child.”  Sen’tran grasped her gently. She beeped nervously, remembering his invasion moments earlier. He drew her in and cradled her in his arms like a baby. 
       “Right, Dad. I’m her father. I can’t let her die. But I have to go save Jason too, and she can’t go with me. What can I do?”
      Sen’tran chuckled. “You are more like a mother.” He shook his head slowly, grinning down at Sylvia cradled in his arms. “My favorite son, the only heir he gives me is an illegal robot. So. Let’s see if I’ve got this straight. She has no biological body, and thus no independent life. If the implant where her consciousness resides is removed from living tissue for more than a few minutes, she will die.”  
        Harris kicked the wall nervously with the toe of his boot. “You could transfer her into another body.” 
      “With a brain sophisticated enough to accept a central control implant. And keep a secret.”
      Harris looked up at him, eyes pleading.
     “So I should walk around the Marrion Jay with your StarWars junk floating around behind me? I can’t. There would be questions. The Old Man doesn’t play with toys. And she’s illegal, remember?
     “But you’re the Patriarch.”
     “Right. Patriarch; not Center. I have to set an example.”
     “Spacer law doesn’t always agree with Paragan law.”
     “I should break up the empire to save a sentient robot? No. It was my law. I established those laws for good reason and persuaded the empire to keep them. I will not compromise that.” He smiled down at Sylvia, rocking her gently in his arms; she hummed sweetly as Sen’tran reached out through the link and violently seized control of Harris’s mind tearing through barriers without any of his usual consideration and shook him. “How dare you put me in this position?” 
        Caught entirely off guard Harris reeled physically, though he couldn’t fall far, being confined in the chair. then he giggled like a little kid who had just been startled by a friend sneaking up behind him.
      “Dad!” He grinned. “I’m sorry.”
       Anton appeared, standing beside Sen’tran. “I’m sorry to interrupt your father-son moment. I know it’s been a long time since you’ve had so much fun together; never in my lifetime anyhow. ****[that doesn’t sound like a 7 yr old] Maybe the Old Man will be less grouchy now that he doesn’t have to fight with you Harris. Was he better before I came here? But I know you’re in a hurry to go get Jason so let’s get going. Hey Sen’tran…”
       “Anton!” Harris grabbed the boy, hauled him up onto his lap and squeezed him so hard he lost his breath and lay in Harris’s arms gasping. Harris laughed. “That’s the only way to get you quiet. Thanks for offering Anton, but you know…”
       Then he noticed Sen’tran’s expression.
      Sen’tran passed Sylvia to Anton, who released her to fly free above Harris again. 
      “Of course you can’t see it, Harris. You’ve wisely rejected your prophetic gift. Anton can only dream-travel when he knows it’s truly important. I’ve placed blocks in his mind to prevent him. But his prophetic gift is no less than his sister’s. He had the power to override my blocks and come here because he knows we need him. The Old Man doesn’t play with toys, but if you finally decide you’re too old for toys, you could give a toy Robot to a seven year old who is already in love with it, and it’ll seem like you finally grew up. Perfectly natural; we’ll all be pleased.”
       Anton grinned “Awesome. Can I have your light saber too, Harris?”
       “No” replied Sen’tran sharply
       “But she’s illegal” Harris objected, holding the child protectively.
       “No more illegal than she’s been for the past 12 years.”
       “But, Anton, he’s…”
       “Already illegal.” said Sen’tran, smiling. “He dream travels. In waking, even. He hasn’t learned to control it because it’s linked to his prophetic sense. That’s why I keep him on the Marrion Jay where I can keep him under control, and monitor his every move. You shielded her so well I might not have ever found her if you hadn’t shown me. No-one messes with Anton’s mind except me—he’s too dangerous-- so no one will ever know. 
        “Everyone deserves some freedom, right Harris? Anton didn’t choose his prophetic gifts or his dream-travel. He manifest these skills before he was old enough to know what they were. We keep him imprisoned here because of a genetic curse he received from his parents. This is one thing we can give him just because he wants it. Besides, Harris, We need him. if you are going to go rescue Jason, this is the only way to save Sylvia. Unless you have a better Idea. That’s why he’s here.”
       Anton called another surgical chair and climbed into it, grinning. Sen’tran began the procedure. “You do realize there’s a catch to this, Anton.”
       “Right. Sylvia can’t go with me when I dream travel, and if I leave her behind, she’ll be hurt. So no body better need me to be there right away until Harris gets back.”
       
                                               ----------///--------
      Harris tentatively examined the back of his skull with his fingers. There was a slight concavity. It was gone. The world was very quiet. A strange numb emptiness filled him. He looked at Sylvia floating above Anton as if seeing her from the outside for the first time. He closed his eyes, and felt his father’s arms around him.
       “Dad, I don’ know…”
       “You can Harris. Because you have to.”
       Sen’tran pulled back, his grip strong and comforting on Harris’s shoulders, and looked into his eyes. What he saw there drove him to another impulsive hug. “It’s okay son. It will all be ok. You’ll see soon enough, I promise.” 
        Funny how we feel compelled to say it even more when we know it isn’t true. Be safe, my son.
         Sen’tran’s material generator created a Kayak and a paddle.
        “Jason said everything on Kaar-Taal has to be made of natural materials,”  Harris protested. 
       Sen’tran shrugged. “D’neira’s not a retrotechnologist.” 
       It looked like natural material. Harris wondered if he should change his clothes.     
      “Wear what you are comfortable in,” Sen’tran insisted. “There’s only so much stress a brain can endure at one time even with our highest technology. D’neira will understand.” 
       “Jason won’t.”
       Sen’tran thought of Quetz’l. Merciless, sadistic Quetz’l. The longer they took, the longer Jason suffered. How much will he endure? “Jason is not in any position to object.”
       Sen’tran transferred into Harris’s brain and muscle-memory the basic skills he would need to paddle the kayak, but only the basics, because Harris’s brain was already stressed beyond its limit. To minimize harm, Sen’tran used traditional physical methods to block pain and to shut down the parts of Harris’s brains which contained three days of childhood memories. 
        The nerve-pathways to those memories had been replaced by his connection to the implant. Now open again, the path which for twenty-two years had connected to the implant would lead directly to those old returned-memories of three days in his life when he was 4 years old. After about 24 hours the medicines would begin to wear off. every time his brain reflexively sought the implant for any reason, returned-memories would surface gradually over several days as his body metabolized the medicines. Fear and stress might increase the rate of metabolism, and thus speed and intensify the return of memories. 
       Oh well, there’s nothing more I can do. 
                                              
On the Falcon:
He will also explain about the oral history which is stored in his memories because he is the Heir of the shamen cult, and was created only for the purpose of replacing sen, and carrying on those memories, so in sentran’s mind, that is harris’s destiny because he was created for that purpose, but sen also realizes destiny has a mind of it’s own, we don’t control it, and Desmond had marked harris for a different destiny. maybe jonathan’s boy is part of this destiny also, says Sen. 
        Sen’tran landed the taxi-ship Falcon in the water, about half a mile closer to shore than the small Island, in sight of land, barely. He had written an ink letter to Jason with instructions on how to help Harris with returned-memories. Harris tucked the waterproof tube containing the parchment inside his shirt without a glance. Harris never had any reason to learn to read or write.
       Sen’tran pushed the Kayak out onto the water, and Harris sat beside it on the Falcon, terrified. ***detail this scene more?***With much coaxing Harris boarded the boat, crouching in the bottom clinging pathetically to the side of the Falcon. 
      “Dad?” He looked up with pleading and shattered eyes.
      His father tower over him, unsympathetically. “You know what to do.” 
      Harris glanced out at the ocean and squeezed his eyes shut. “I can’t Dad. Help me.”
      Sen’tran shrugged. No point in arguing. “Good-bye, son. Have a safe journey.” He leaned over the edge and hugged Harris. “Send me a message as soon as you get to D’zeron.” He forcefully tore Harris’s hands away from the Taxi-ship, shoved the Kayak away as far as he could into the ocean, tossed the paddle into the water along side it, and launch the Falcon into the air, hovering about 10 feet above the water, looking back. 
      “No! Dad!” Harris cried, reaching up, tried to stand. The boat lurched, and water splashed in. Harris sunk to the bottom of the boat in hopeless resignation. He glanced up. Sen’tran smiled and waved. Harris waved back dejectedly. “Thanks Dad! I couldn't have done it without you! See you soon!”    
      "I know. I wouldn't have done it without you either. Stay safe."
        The Falcon disappeared into the bright orange sky. 
==97 Jason and Quetzl minichapter.==
in these minichapters, Qetzl would tell JAson about things that were going on Elsewhere, such as Alton receiving SYlvia and Chathalen becoming a dreamkeeper, but he would say these things in ways Jason would not understand which would come across as jsut more torture and abuse, but later when he heard about the event, he would remember Quetzl told him. after awhile He's start thinking back on everything quetzl told him, replaying it in his private dreams, trying to learn from it.
==98x  outtakes pov to serai allissa remembers Chathalen and Serai==
 I don’t know If I need any of this so I save it here just in case, Jan 2011
there needs to be some sort of chapter here to separate the two Harris Chapters, maybe? 
parts of this could be used in other dialogues such as serai’s first date with Jason
*********part 1*******   Allissa’s remembering school ---flashback                         
Allissa sat in numb silence on Far Hill. She’d cried until all tears were spent, and nothing left to feel within her. Wrapping her arms around her thin legs, she leaned her head on her knees, looking back along the wavy rift between the trees which was the river Sh’harn. Back to the place where the village of D’zaron stood hidden by the trees and the distance. Beyond thinking, She sat quietly feeling the softness of her brown curls against her sun-warmed skin and the grass beneath her.
this part moved and POV changer to scene 51 serai and Jason 1st date convo***
Memories of village life flowed through her mind, unthinkingly, un-willed, just passing by. Her training; so much time in recent years spent training. To dream, to heal, to serve as Matriarch of D’zaron. She remembered the first day Chathalen had come to instruct them, when he turned 14, the age which she was now. The age at which children assume adult responsibilities. She was 9 then, and didn’t yet have Jayden. Most of her time outside  training was still spent with Chath’en, exploring the forest. 
At school sometimes she played with other girls. They acted out their future role of wife and mother, speculating who they would marry. Allissa wasn’t interested; she was the princess. She would become dream keeper and matriarch. She had a greater destiny than marriage and family. She played along sometimes anyhow, just to be polite.
The day Chathalen first came to teach them the girls were all giggly and excited at lunch. How very handsome he was, and how mature he looked in the formal robes of an instructor with his hair in a thick, neat chestnut-colored braid down his back. Allissa had helped him comb out all the tangles and twigs after their forest climb the day before; not entirely appropriate for her to do for him, but she took no notice of such customes. Hair care was not something Tersh would help his son with, so Alyssa had helped her friend many times. That was the last time, she now realized.
Since future job assignments are not to be talked about in the village openly, Allissa had not known Chathalen would become a teacher, yet she realized when he came that the other girls talk at playtime had more often included him in recent week. They had all known. 
“I would not want his family, so I would never choose to marry him,” said Serai, Shuttering dramatically at the thought of being related to the village madman. Serai was older than the others, closest to Chathalen’s age. “But Tersh likes you, Allissa; even when he’s in a foul mood he calls you his princess, and Chathalen is such a prince. For a woman who is devoted to…” she paused to choose an acceptable word though they knew what she meant so the wording didn’t matter “…community more than family, he will make an excellant mate.”  Right then Chathalen entered the dinning hall to call them back to lessons. Serai gestured at him with her spoon, leaning close to Allissa; gripping her arm to be sure she had her full attention, she whispered. “Look at him Allissa, doesn’t he look absolutely gorgeous now?”
Allissa took notice of the young dream instructor’s apearance for the first time, not seeing just the child she had climbed rocks and trees with, ragged and dirty with long brown hair dusty and tangled with  twigs and leaves, tied loosely back with an old piece of twine. She had teased him about his hair just the other day in fact, offering to cut it for him when it snagged on a tree branch. How foolish he had seemed to her then as he teased back saying “I’ve gown my hair in preparation for adulthood; it is an important part of our customs, something you couldn’t possibly ever understand, Allissa, since you have no interest in adulthood.” 
Even then, she hadn’t realized he was turning 14. Such things were never openly spoken of and didn’t interest her. Surely Serai, who kept track of all the things which went unspoken, must have been expecting him this morning. 
“You’re right, Serai.” she said, her eyes following the pointing spoon “He cleaned up pretty good. Since you think he’s such a fine prince, you should marry him. You’ll be of age soon. There’s more to a good marriage than just family status, isn’t there?” 
end of part transferred to scene 51 Jason and Serai
part 2 ********remembering Chathalen, notice him --------flashback
She intended to go on teasing Serai. Her mind began a romanticized description of the new, young dream-instructor. But she kept it to herself because it was time to return to lessons. It continued to grow in her mind like a snowball, though, rolling through her memories picking up things she hadn’t consciously noticed before…how graceful and well formed his body was, his strength and agility, his muscles rippling like a wildcat as he crawled up the slope of the riverbank by the cliffs. His straight, bright teeth shining when he smiled at her, when she showed him some beautiful, never–before-seem insect she had found in the forest. How attractive the shape of his face was; different than anyone else in the village because of his alien ancestry. The warm and golden color of his skin was like no one else in D’zeron. She had to admit, though she had never previously noticed, her childhood friend had grown to be a well-built and very attractive young man, though different in color and form from anyone else in the village. No wonder Sarai, who always noticed such things, spoke highly of him. Yet Serai would not choose him. Social Statuses were all that mattered to Serai: things Allissa didn’t even notice. 
part 3********** the fall/his eyes
 Although she had never thought of marrying him, Allissa had always loved him. When Chathalen was badly hurt or very sad, which wasn’t often, incredible patterns of little lines like tiny root-threads rayed out from the pupils of his eyes like smoke across his dark-brown eyes. When he was 10, he had fallen from a tree, because a dead branch she had unwisely stepped upon had broken, bring both of them crashing to the ground. He had been below her, and tried to catch her as she fell. He took the full impact of the ground, the weight of the falling branch, and her; though Allissa’s thin, 5-year-old body added little to the impact. Startled but unhurt, she Jumped up and saw him lying unconscious beneath the fallen branch. 
She feared he might be dead, and knew she couldn’t carry him if he was too badly injured to walk home. She thought she should get help, but didn’t want to leave him, alone and bleeding, unconscious, lest he be attacked by animals. The thought of him alone and hurt horrified 5-year-old Allissa more than realizing he might die because she failed to get help for him, even though getting help was what she had been trained to do.
 
She yelled for help, though there was no-one there to hear her, and, still young enough to expect help from all unlikely sources, called out to the mythical spirit of the forest, the Shae. She tried, though fully awake to reach out into the dream-plane to call for help. Maybe Tersh would hear her, in his dreams last night. Chath’en was asleep, maybe he could call for Tersh. “Call Tersh, Chath’en’ she said to him, hoping he would hear her in his sleep. Gathering all her strength, which was a lot considering her size, she lifted the branch carefully off of him, and pushed it to the side. His shirt, already ragged before, was torn and blood soaked. She pulled at the torn edges, trying to assess the damaged. 
The wound did not seem deep, a large abrasion mostly, but she knew from the dirty old branch and all the fragments of bark that littered his skin, that it would need to be cleaned well and quickly before long or would be subject to serious infections. there was no way of knowing if he was further inured beneath the surface. Her training as a healer had began the year before, so she know the basics, but there was no way she could move him, and no sterile water in these woods. She carefully tore the bark-littered shirt away from the wound thinking she could keep it cleaner by removing the dirty shirt. He moaned in pain, and turned towards her. Blood from a scratch on his forehead beginning to run down into his eyes. 
She grinned; relieved to know he was at least alive. “Chath’en” she said “are you ok?” He didn’t answer, but tried to wipe the blood away from his eyes with his hand, adding branch crumbs to his already dirty face. He wasn’t fully conscious and might not even know that he was bleeding. “You’re bleeding Chath’en. Don’t put dirt in it” she said, again hoping he could hear and understand.  Allissa wanted to wipe away the blood and dirt from his face, but her hands were no cleaner than his. She held his hand away from his face, and kneeling beside him, she licked his forehead as she had seen the farm cats do when they were injured; as she would do if she cut her hand. She cleaned the wound. Freed of dirt, this also appeared to be a fairly minor abrasion. 
Her face was only inches from his when his eyes opened. She looked closely into them and was amazed. She realized now, thinking back on that event, that at the time she hadn’t even really thought of it as part of him. It was just one more of the many wonderful creations of nature which they had shared together, exploring and climbing in the trees, and around the river. They shared the feathers of the birds, the gills of the fungi, the smell of mint when you ran through a field of it growing wild, blooming like a purple haze on the hillside. Rain, rainbows, waterfalls; everything in this forest. Chathalen’s hurt eyes. It was all just part of her world, part of her life, part of her.
part 4 the fire ----flashback in flashbac
part of this tran to Jason and Serai Date convo****
From a distance, it looked like fog rising over the water, or smoke against the darkness; his eyes just grayed and softened. She had seen it only once before: the day Tersh had burned his cabin down. Allissa was 4 then, and lived nearby.  It was shortly before she began her training, so she didn’t really know Chathalen yet. 
She watched in awe as flames consumed the small wood and thatch structure. Her heart filled with joy at the beauty of it. She drank in every moment, every detail of the sight, as Tersh fought off all attempts of others to put the fire out, and seem to guide the flames to greater beauty just for her. 
In the end, the villagers gave up their vain efforts to help, and left cursing the crazy old man. Then the village madman sat down with the young princess, and they watch together sharing in the beauty of it: the largest fire she had ever seen. Allissa always loved fire --in the fireplace of her home; in the fields when they burned to clear the brush-- but she had never seen a fire this great. It was magical fire awakening in her a joy greater than she had ever imagined could be felt. It made the world new again. She had never really noticed Tersh before, but at this time, he became her hero: her knight in shining armor, the lord of flames who rescued her from the darkness and boredom of village life. 
When Serai thought of princes, of handsome men she would like to marry and longingly looked at the young men of the village, dressed in courting garb: extolled their virtues, trying to get her young friend to finally realize the importance of choosing a good husband, Allissa always thought of Tersh. Tersh was kind, sensitive, and understanding. He never seemed to think of her as a child or a wife or a mother or even as the future matriarch, though he always called her princess. He shared with her as an equal and no social rules bound or seperated them. Wasn’t that, really the intention of the rules forbidding them to speak of such things in public? Wasn’t Tersh living the spirit of this law better than anyone? If she would choose a mate, thought Allissa, she would marry someone like the village madman. 
The fire was Allissa’s great awakening to the beauty of the world, but Chathalen’s greatest tragedy. It was the end of his world, the tearing away of all that he held dear; of who he was, and where he came from. Chathalen had been born in that cabin; his mother lived in that cabin with him and died there when he was 4. The same age Allissa was when she watched the fire. But no one spoke of it. It was before her birth, so Allissa didn’t know. 
The 9 year old Son of Tersh arrived home from his training as a dreamer and a healer that day, and the old man had politely made their introduction. Allissa, with the new eyes Tersh had awakened, saw the smoke spread from the center in Chathalen’s eyes as the smoke rose from the ashes of his life that day. She had never noticed him before.
“My destiny began at the fire, when I met Tersh and Chathalen” she thought. “Until that day I was just passing through life without really experiancieng it.”
part of above transferred to scene 51 Jason and Serai date convo*****
==99 Harris travels to Kaar-taal in boat==
       A few minutes later, thinking of Jason and the fire serpents, Harris gathered the courage to stick his hand into the water and pull the paddle out. Thanks to Sen’tran, his muscles knew what to do with it, and he began paddling quickly and automatically towards the shore.
     Then the fish came. Small at first, they jumped up along side the bow of the boat in a small school --ten or so-- as it glided smoothly though the ocean. Startled and terrified, he instinctively tried to jump away from them, and dropped his paddle in the water. They were no longer jumping. Where did they go? Reluctantly, cautiously, he looked down into the water. The green sun shone down sparkling through the clear water. He had in his terror of the water forgotten his fear of sun. Once brought to his awareness its beams cut through him like tiny knives. He closed his eyes, flinching away from it, than willed himself to open them, focusing only on looking for the paddle. 
       He scanned the bright surface of the waves and found it, bobbing gently in the moving, sun-reflecting, fish-infested water; about 15 feet behind him, out of reach. He closed his eyes and dropped his head into his hands, hopeless, remembering Jason, in dreams screaming. He looked toward the shore, towards Jason, lying up there somewhere beneath those grey cliffs rising from the ocean frosted with green fluff that he knew to be trees. Jason, I love you, but I don’t know… He closed his eyes, dropped his head into his hands again. Then he turned around slowly, lay down along the stern of the Kayak with his arms dangling over the sides and began paddling towards the Kayak paddle with his hands. Eyes and thoughts entirely focused on the paddle, he was almost there when something nibbled at his fingertip.
         He jerked his hand back and sat back down. The boat rocked precariously and water splashed up on him. They think I’m food He looked down into the water, noticed a large group of small fish near the surface. He cautiously lowered his hand and they approached. He screamed and jumped back. They retreated. He screamed again and they retreated further. He screamed at the tiny fishes until he was able to retrieve his paddle without getting nibbled on, caught his breath and began paddling with all his strength towards the shore.
            A happy streamlined water mammal with a long pointed face joined him, attracted by his screaming. It jumped into the air along side the boat, almost as long as the kayak, barking at him, the splashes of it’s return to water drenching him with every jump, inviting him to join in conversation. He screamed once, startle at first, then realized as it barked back enthusiastically that this only encouraged the strange creature. He endured the drenching splashes silently and paddled with all his strength till the water was too shallow and the monster finally left him.  Beaching the Kayak, he jumped out into shallow surf he pulled the light craft out onto the sand.
       
==100 Jason Mini chapter==
==101x very old scraps, no longer relevant Harris travels to Kaar-taal==
 old versions, copied from start comlete file. nov 09 may have no relevance now
harris builds a boat
(write details of that)
harris travels to Jason
Feliz and Tanna transport Harris in the evening(day 3), because Harris is concerned about Jason and willing to brave monsters and weathers to help him and tell him about Jason and how interesting he was and how they will never forget him, and wished he had been a bit less cold and more willing to connect personally. They will be sincerely pleased when Harris reassures them that Jason is just like that always to everyone, pleased to know that they are helping to reunite Jason with the one person who he is not that way with, and Harris will feel honored (or whatever…loved maybe) that Jason finally opened up to him, and they are friends, that he has the privilege of being that person for Jason. They might talk about how Jason had not known his father and was raised partly by Derrick Landon, who is a bit of a mythological figure on Terran 8. The gift of Jason’s friendship becomes of greater value to him as he fully realizes how rarely that gift has been given and highly esteemed Jason is of others who meet him they might speculate that Derrick could be the reason Jason felt that way about people, since Derrick is very impersonal and calculating, and the aliens might have praised Harris for helping Jason overcome his deprived childhood. That discussion could be what helps set up the feeling Harris has towards Jason, in terms of somewhat seeing him \as a son. 
They talk about the anti gravity drive mechanism of the ship, which is called a repulsion engine…this is a traditional Paragangian technology “we don’t push forward to the future we push away from the past” this view of life makes the repulsion engine a good analogy of Paragangian cultural values, and leads to discussion of Jason’s philosophy of Retro technology. Perhaps also to something of the philosophy of Tanna and Feliz’s people, which I will need to invent later.
Harris’s boat is carved out of a tree with his light saber, and will have paddle boat style propulsion, maybe. Or some sort of complicated wooden water propulsion system invented by Harris for the purpose. Like he turns some pump and it picks up water and throws it out the back like a jet engine, because that is what he knows how to do. It is also a parable for Harris’s way of dealing with life. He takes hold of the future ahead of him and puts it behind him.  It will be small, barely large enough for Harris, and Harris will take nothing with him because he is in a hurry to arrive to rescue Jason because he knows Jason is being tortured. 
(Later when they are going up the river with the kayak (which is built for two people because originally the plan was they were going to Drop Harris off the next morning and Jason would Row out to pick him up) they will talk about Jason’s view which has to do with learning from the past and the future to get the most out of the immediate moment. He is also very oriented to sensuality and physical experience, such as the joy of using your muscles to move the boat and using your mind to create what you need out of just the things given you by nature. They compare the two boats, and realize that in carving his boat with a light saber, Harris has lived up to that Ideal better than Jason in boat getting, and they then talk about he concept of we do not create in a vacuum, but build on the shoulders of others. And they will talk about relationships and families and how much of life Jason is missing out on by not bonding with people…this prepares Jason for meeting Serai )
Harris travels to Kaar-Taal
Feliz and Tanna transport Harris also, and tell him about Jason and how interesting he was and how they will never forget him, and wished he had been a bit less cold and more willing to connect personally. They will be sincerely pleased when Harris reassures them that Jason is just like that always to everyone, pleased to know that they are helping to reunite Jason with the one person who he is not that way with, and Harris will feel honored (or whatever…loved maybe) that Jason finally opened up to him, and they are friends, that he has the privilege of being that person for Jason. They might talk about how Jason had not known his father and was raised partly by Derrick Landon, who is a bit of a mythological figure on Terran 8. The gift of Jason’s friendship becomes of greater value to him as he fully realizes how rarely that gift has been given and highly esteemed Jason is of others who meet him they might speculate that Derrick could be the reason Jason felt that way about people, since Derrick is very impersonal and calculating, and the aliens might have praised Harris for helping Jason overcome his deprived childhood. That discussion could be what helps set up the feeling Harris has towards Jason, in terms of somewhat seeing him as a son. 
They talk about the anti gravity drive mechanism of the ship, which is called a repulsion engine…this is a traditional Paragangian technology “we don’t push forward to the future we push away from the past” this view of life makes the repulsion engine a good analogy of Paragangian cultural values, and leads to discussion of Jason’s philosophy of Retro technology. Perhaps also to something of the philosophy of Tanna and Feliz’s people, which I will need to invent later.
Harris’s boat is carved out of a tree with his light saber, and will have paddle boat style propulsion, maybe. Or some sort of complicated wooden water propulsion system invented by Harris for the purpose. Like he turns some pump and it picks up water and throws it out the back like a jet engine, because that is what he knows how to do. It is also a parable for Harris’s way of dealing with life. He takes hold of the future ahead of him and puts it behind him.  It will be small, barely large enough for Harris, and Harris will take nothing with him because he is in a hurry to arrive to rescue Jason because he knows Jason is being tortured. 
Later when they are going up the river with the kayak (which is built for two people because originally the plan was they were going to Drop Harris off the next morning and Jason would Row out to pick him up) they will talk about Jason’s view which has to do with learning from the past and the future to get the most out of the immediate moment. He is also very oriented to sensuality and physical experience, such as the joy of using your muscles to move the boat and using your mind to create what you need out of just the things given you by nature. They compare the two boats, and realize that in carving his boat with a light saber, Harris has lived up to that Ideal better than Jason in boat getting, and they then talk about he concept of we do not create in a vacuum, but build on the shoulders of others. And they will talk about relationships and families and how much of life Jason is missing out on by not bonding with people…this prepares Jason for meeting Serai 
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