The legend of BIG Dipper

I OWN AND REGRET NOTHING!

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ANNOUNCEMENT!

I'M GETTING A BOOK PUBLISHED!

SUMMARY:
On the 13th day of the 13th month of the 13th year...magic will return to the world...and the streets will run red with the blood of the (semi)innocent...unless the world is saved by the most unlikely of hero's...baking cupcakes?!

The title is '13/13/13' and it'll be coming to a bookstore or E-Book site near you! Xilbris is the publisher, also available at Amazon, Inkitt and BarnesandNoble.

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...1923, unknown region of Africa...

A beautiful rainforest, where every walk of life co-existed in a grand Symphony of sound, color and life!

...and Stan Pines couldn't be bothered to notice it even if he had given a rat's ass about that kind of crap...which he DIDN'T.

He was too busy giving wary glances at the other 'passengers' of their steamboat.

"Sixer, what did you get us into? These guys are seven different types of shady. I'm pretty sure I've seen half of them on wanted posters...and beside me in police line-ups" Stan reluctantly whispered that last bit to his twin brother Ford.

Ford sighed as he took a drink of tea, "I know Stan, but they were the only one's willing to finance my research AND this expedition and you know better then anyone how badly we need the money." He explained as he went back to deciphering the map...

Stan groaned, he knew Ford was right...between him being laughed out of every house of academia...and Stan needing bail money...and Lawsuit money every so often...they were seriously strapped for cash.

Ford didn't like that he was basically allowing the 'Lost City of the Kalahari' be plundered by thugs, pirates and hooligans...but he was so sick and tired of having his beliefs mocked and ignored...and if he was right...there were far greater treasure at this city...something that could change the world...

But still...

"Look, Sixer. If I know about nothing else, it's lowlives...and while the majority of theses people are just your average greedy bastards...but your 'employer'... I'm getting all sorts of bad vibes from him...I'm telling you, I don't like this at all..."

Ford thought about this as he took a drink of tea. His employer; one Karl Ruprect Kroenen...he was clearly a criminal of sorts...but he seemed mostly of the greedy and stupid variety...nothing he and his brother couldn't handle...

"I'm not saying your wrong, but I doubt we have anything to worry about regarding him. You and I have been through worse..."

Stan frowned, "Yeah, but usually we don't have to also protect our nephew, niece and their newborn twins! What were you thinking bringing them along?"

For a moment Ford looked...confused...as if he didn't know the reason himself. then he takes another sip of tea to calm his nerves before saying, "Well...y'know how the family's going through hard times. Shermie could barely feed himself, let alone his son's family! So I volunteered to house them!"

Stan looks at him both annoyed and impatient, "Uh...Sixer? I know this already, I was THERE. But that doesn't explain why we brought them here to a clearly dangerous situation instead of leaving them in our apartment in America!

Ford again looked confused, 'why did we do that...that...that doesn't make sense...' Ford's mind grew hazy as he once more put the tea to his lips-

SMACK!

"Will you stop drinking tea and answer me already!" Snapped Stan as he knocked the tea cup from Fords hands!

The teacup shattered on the ground...with a spark of energy...

Suddenly the fog lifted from Fords mind, "What?! What!? What was I doing?!" Asked Ford frantically.

Stan however...was looking at the shattered remains of the cup. "What the..." There were weird glyph's embedded in the bottom of the now ruined cup...

Sixer, what do you make of this?" Asked Stan as he picks up the pieces to show his brother...

Now thinking clearly in the first time in awhile...Sixer cursed.

"Stan, no time to explain. Get our family to safety, NOW." Said Sixer as he goes to check on something...

Stan looks confused, but nods and immediately goes to do just that...

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Mr. and Mrs. Pines happily cradle their newborn children: Mason and Mable. Mrs. Pine's breastfeeds them while their father takes a picture of them, making sure to focus on Mason's strange birthmark in the shape of the BIG Dipper.

BANG!

BANG!

BANG!

To their horror, a man riddled with bullets is thrown through the door to their cabin!

"No time to explain! Come with me if you want to live!" Shouts a blood covered Stan as he reloaded his shotgun...

...

Ford cracks open one of the many crates of 'contraband' that he'd originally assumed was the usual illicit goods like weapons, liquor and drugs...

However...

"A Kur stone!?" Gasped Ford in disbelief...

"Tsk, Tsk. Good doctor...you shouldn't be poking your nose where it doesn't belong..."

Ford looked behind him just in time to see Kroenen enter the room and two blades to extend from his wrists...

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BANG!

BANG!

BANG!

Stan guns his way to the rafts while his niece and nephew cower behind him...

...

CLANG!

ZAP!

BAM!

"So the Greedy, stupid criminal was all a facade!?" Exclaimed Ford as he engaged in magic/sword fight with his 'employer'...

"That's the nice thing of so called 'geniuses' like you. Always ready to assume your the smartest in the room! Makes it easy for men like me to play you like a Dummkopf!" Exclaims Kroenen as he takes another swipe at him.

Ford dodges just in time, before letting lose another spell...

Neither notice that the German mage's sword has sliced through a lantern...it's oil ignites...and the fire spreads...

...

"What are you doing, you moron?!" Shouts Stan as he punches another thug.

"I'm just slowing you down, take the kids and run!" Shouts Mr. Pines. He grabs a gun from a fallen grunt and charges out from cover, shouting several goons in surprised.

Mrs. Pines screams after her husband while her children bawl in fright as they cling to each other for comfort.

Taking advantage of the confusion, Stan curses his Nephew while also dragging his niece away to the raft...

BOOM!

Their last site of Mr. Pines was him being consumed by a fiery explosion that takes a good part of the ship with him...

...

Meanwhile, the two men are forced to pause their fight as the explosion rocks the ship.

The fire spreads into Fords room and-

"THE MAP!" Screams Kroenen as he runs to save it. "No! It's not worth it!" Screamed Ford.

But Kroenen ignored him and had barely grabbed the map-

BOOM!

Kroenen screamed as Stan's moonshine still exploded; covering him both with flames and shrapnel.

He screams in agony as he jumps through the window and into the unforgiving rapids below...

CHOMP!

...And one VERY hungry crocodile.

Ford doesn't give the clearly doomed man a second thought as he desperately tries to navigate the still exploding ship.

Another explosion causes him to stumble into the Kur stone. causing it to hit the ground, shatter and explode in mystic resonance.

"Oh, boy. That can't be good..." Grumbled Ford, right before the ceiling started to collapse on him...

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A little earlier, Mrs. Pines had just handed Mable down to Stan in the raft. She screamed like a banshee having been separated from her brother.

"Come on, hurry up! This whole thing is coming down!" Mrs. Pines leans over to hand over Mason-

ZAP!

At that time, the Kur Stone shattered and the resonance surges throughout the ship. Mrs. Pines screams as her child suddenly becomes so hot in her hands she drops him! She screams as she jumps after him!

"NO!" Screams Stan, he tries to grab her but it's too late.

Before Stan can think of doing anything, the last remaining tethers holding the raft to the ship break apart and sends the raft sailing away from the flaming ship as it begins to sink...

BOOM!

What little of the ship was above water was now on fire...

"SIXER! NO!" Stan starts to cry along with his grand niece, who's also sobbing over the loss of her twin brother...

Suddenly there's a crash and they look up in time to see Ford crash through one of the few remaining windows and jumping into the river. Stan quickly throws him a rope to draw him onto the boat...

Ford pants heavily as his body shivers from the sopping wet cold, he looks around...

"Wait...where's Mason? And- and his parents?"

Stan's eyes wet with tears...he just shakes his head...

Together, the surviving Pines embrace each other and sob over their losses...

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Farther away up the river...a broken, battered, bloodied Mrs. Pines uses the last of her strength to throw both herself and her child onto the shore.

Mason wails as she strokes him lovingly one last time...calming him one last time...before her body gives up on her completely...and she slides back into the river...her body sinking below the murky deeps...never to be seen again...

Mason sobs for a bit...then...curious of his new surroundings...he crawls out of his bundle and into the woods..there's nothing but the sound of the Jungle as he crawls on, a bush briefly brushes aside his hair to reveal his birthmark. His clothes briefly snag on a branch, but the boy just powers through and they quickly rip off. Leaving him as bare as the day he came from his mothers womb...and then a trunk leans down, scoops him up and raises him up out of sight...

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Far away, a crocodile throws itself onto a much different shoreline. It writhes in pain on it's back before two swords break through it's belly. Out pops out a horribly burnt and disfigured Kroenen.

He drags himself from the now dying crocodile, he reaches into the tattered remains of his clothes to pull out a map...on closer inspection it turns out to NOT be the map to Kalahari that Ford had been working on...but rather a completed map to lost city of Ubar that Ford had been looking at to make contrasts and comparisons of.

"Hmmmm...not what I was going for...but it'll do..." He grabs an odd medallion around his neck that bore a curious swastika-like symbol. He mutters an enchantment that makes it glow...it would now act as a beacon to all other Thule Society members who would soon rescue their mutilated leader...

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