Ancient Canada

Ancient Canada

by Clinton Festa

ISBN: 9780744320749

Publisher SynergEbooks

Published in Science Fiction & Fantasy/Fantasy, Literature & Fiction/Contemporary, Science Fiction & Fantasy, Literature & Fiction

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Book Description

Ancient Canada is a mythology epic which follows the journey of Marigold and her gifted younger sister, Lavender.

Lavender has the ability to see life and death in all its forms, and because of her persecution, her story had to be told. In Ancient Canada, Marigold helps tell that story, but she is just one of the narrators. The nineteen chapters of Ancient Canada bring you not only her story, but the stories of Prince Oslo of Svalbard, an orphan boy, a fugitive bog man, and a tremendous bird warrior from Thule, among others.

Sample Chapter

From the Commandant's Encounter:

“Wait a moment,” I instructed, staring at the inhaling and exhaling creature from such an incredibly close distance, our existence still unknown to it in spite of our voices. “Do not move quite yet.” I allowed us three to regain our breath in preparation for our next maneuver. Of course I was also studying the creature, but did not observe much other than a few legs and a closed jaw on an incredible reddish-black core, at least that color in the dawn light. The original architect of the largest wooden boat operated by the Canadian military may have been the only other human to see this creature and survive. Contour lines, corrugated they seemed, formed its hull. No step or other segment to its abdomen that I could see. This led me to believe the creature swam submerged in the water and not buoyant on the surface. Its skin was more smooth than scaled, and appeared damp. I watched it labor as it breathed but it was so featureless that I was unable to locate a nostril or spiracle. It was not amorphous; it held its elliptical shape, but my eye was brought to the region of detail: its legs. There were six and not four. If its jaw was its front, which I am still uncertain, then its front was to our right and we observed it broadside, facing its right flank. We therefore saw its three right appendages as it rested on its hull. I studied the detail of its closest leg to my position, its front right, although it was partially tucked under its weight, claws facing forward. Perhaps they were not terribly large in proportion to its size, but each clawnail was easily longer than one of our swords. The peculiarity, however, was that the same appendage on its trailing edge appeared finlike. It was long and broad and if the creature was moving in the opposite direction, through the water with the jaw trailing, these fins could serve its motion as the claws either steered or simply dangled.

Once I passed my first break in focus on the creature, although for less than a second, I considered the mission and realized the objectives were almost certainly dead. Perhaps through a technicality they were not killed by the authority of my sword, but however they perished was a great relief regardless. Yet as the creature ignored us, and as I saw no ocular adaptation for what I began to believe was a blind, seaborne creature that beached itself ashore to die, I felt encouraged to finish our mission. “Men, advance carefully. Take its legs first,” I commanded. “I’ll attempt to occupy its attention, if I can find a set of eyes.”

Lyell began walking as Ellard began protesting, “Are they not dead, sir? Why instead do we not watch for several moments to be confident they have suffocated, then return to York?”

“Because we are not to return to York without the gifted objective’s eyes. And they are inside the creature. Now advance slowly.”

To my surprise he did not protest further. I suppose he saw that the end of our mission was in sight. Lyell advanced on the front right appendage, Ellard on the middle right, and I positioned to face its huge jaw. Still I saw no eye of the creature. With nervous sight on each other, we set into our positions. Able to speak casually without alarming the beast I instructed, “Strike your swords into its claw on my command, understood?”

“Yes sir,” they responded.

I waited for them to draw their swords, raise them above their heads, and yelled, “NOW!”

They drove their blades, piercing the flesh of its claws: an attack met by a low-registered screech. The beast, now alarmed and aware of our presence, became startled and vocal with a terrible bellow that not only deafened us, but rattled our armor, and even vibrated our bones. Ellard fell backward away from the creature as Lyell, more committed to his strike, continued to drive and twist his sword into his assigned claw.

A seventh appendage emerged from directly opposite its jaw, coming from the distant end of its huge body, far from where I stood. What I could not officially determine as its rear was where this whip-like, tentacle-like, tail-like adaptation emerged. It had been entirely tucked beneath the hull, buried in the silt, but now was pulled over top its deck and was long enough to reach the Canadian soldier of its desire.

At first appearing to be a tail, it lashed its own newly afflicted side. It defended itself where it was attacked, and with incredible force struck Lyell to the ground. Ellard, already apart from the creature by enough separation to survive, stepped back further with his mortality intact.

“Ellard, pull Lyell away!” I yelled. He approached to comply, but the creature continued to strike its own front right claw, with Lyell’s committed sword buried in its flesh. It lashed several times as Ellard disobediently but wisely backed away, and each time struck on or near Lyell’s body within his armor.

The appendage opened a lid, a lens I could say, and revealed the long-awaited eye. It was one eye only, and it looked from above and overtop its body. It stared briefly at Ellard and at me, then turned towards the sea while its entire body pivoted. Its jaw now faced Ellard, but the creature was retreating into the water. It escaped evenly, without favoring a single foot. The swords had done nothing. By some grace or mercy, or simple rule of nature, the creature spared Ellard and me and slipped amphibiously into the depths of the sea, fins forward and presumably already in use.

“Lyell,” said Ellard.


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Clinton Festa

Clinton Festa

Clinton Festa is the author of Ancient Canada (mythology/epic/fantasy) and The Enchanted Harp (YA/historical fiction/comedy). He is also a former writer and cartoonist for his alma mater's humor magazine, the Cornell Lunatic.

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