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    Multiplicity of Being
    Multiplicity of Being
    Multiplicity of Being
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    Multiplicity of Being

    By Tony Farnden

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    In the infinite multiverse all things are possible, so it is said. If it is possible to step from one existence into another then just maybe what follows may have happened already, is happening as you read this or is about to happen.

    Part poetry, part fantasy, part mystery, part thriller and part love story, Multiplicity of Being is a parallel story to "Dragon Love". It shares the main characters in common but stands on its own. Is it what might have happened if the two main characters did not get trapped on the timeless world or is it what happened as a result of the dragon's final action in "Dragon Love"? Probably. This time the dancer does not fall in love with the counter but they do fall in love. Events will put their love in peril.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherTony Farnden
    Release dateJul 11, 2016
    ISBN9781311140371
    Multiplicity of Being
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    Tony Farnden

    I'm Tony and I used to write when I was young and then life got in the way. Let's hope it's not too late to make some impression with what I write. I'm not giving up this time round that's for sure but I may take breaks :)I'm not much into social media so don't expect any guff from me. I'm bit of a recluse living in a forest in South Wales with a very variable mobile phone connection.

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      Multiplicity of Being - Tony Farnden

      Foreword

      Is this a postscript story to Dragon Love? Not an epilogue? Not an ending but an opening into another song?

      A song that will sing out, but sing out what?

      How all are saved?

      Who survived?

      How the slave to number came to find love? Do you remember him? Maybe not. Does that matter? No, as all will be revealed.

      This volume tells how he found someone to love, a dancer on a world accessed through the portal opened by Love’s number.

      Such is the multiplicity of being that all things must be so, somewhere, somewhen.

      But let’s not forget that upon a slowly fading world, a world devastated by fire, there lies a still burning carcass of what looks like a dragon, dwindling even as you watch.

      To the side is a ruin that may have been a tall tower. It too will soon pass away as it has no place in the multiplicity of being as the great mother unpicks the flaw that has appeared where once only perfection lived.

      She can repair this patch so as you would never know it existed but she will not forget. She will keep watch and, with her darning needles ready threaded for all eventualities. No fault will ever endure for long, not as she experiences it.

      But go back. A dragon you say. How can it be?

      What do we know about a dragon? What is it that we think we know?

      The hate, the spite, the vengeful souls birthed in a star and immortal yet can die?

      Some things must be true but all this must burn away to leave one final truth:

      not hate,

      not spite,

      not birth,

      not death,

      not immortality?

      Not even love?

      Not . . . but wait.

      Maybe love after all that has gone before.

      Yes, love.

      Do you ask yourself how can such things as dragons persist in the cauldron of a star?

      Do you still not see?

      Dragons are eternal.

      Watch, listen and learn.

      A star somewhere, somewhen, maybe in some other story, throws out a flare that could turn a world to ash. But no, instead a dragon is born, is reborn, back to take its place in time, back into the songbook of all things.

      Again no. Not one, not two but three.

      Three new dragons?

      No, not new.

      Where once was one now there are three.

      Yet there must always have been three.

      Dragons are eternal.

      Time and space may churn and spin, universes try to tear themselves apart.

      A ripple spreads out, colliding with nows and thens, setting off more and more ripples. Ripples of light and fire, noise and destruction spread out throughout space and time, changing or is it unchanging everything, making things as they should have been.

      So what is new? Was this not always so?

      Things adjust, settle down, things become another same thing as long as dragons are eternal

      even if all else changes.

      Such is the paradox of dragons.

      A dragon dreams another story

      What does a dragon dream of?

      Is it gold?

      Is it treasure?

      Is it war?

      Is it vengeance?

      Is it fire and destruction?

      What does this dragon dream of after ten thousand dreams upon this world of a single day

      relived again and again, in that prison that defied time, defied science and lore in impunity?

      What does this dragon dream of now? A high plateau and a lake, a doting and dozing parent

      watching over a girl and a boy as they splash about in the shallows, catching small fish in their hands, laughing and singing, playing.

      Do you see their reflections in the water?

      Now human, now dragon kind.

      What is this joke?

      What is this dream but an affront to all that live.

      Look again and reconsider.

      Where there is love there must be compassion and understanding.

      Compassion? Forgiveness? What is there to forgive?

      Do you think you understand?

      I think not, but you should if you are to survive the coming fire.

      This dragon dreams such things?

      How did they get there?

      The dragon parent turns over in his doze and unfurls his wings a moment, then they settle back.

      Ah, we see. Two creatures asleep, the dragon girl and the dragon boy have left the pool side and clambered close to the furnace within, tucked up cosy in the hollow of its belly.

      But a parent you say?

      Aye and what a parent he is. But in another story, another dream from what is to come.

      Part One: Two Orphans

      Same Difference

      Why this war of differences?

      What is it that makes enemies of us all?

      What is it that turns this world to war,

      turns country against country?

      Town against town?

      Street against street?

      Neighbour against neighbour?

      Friend against friend?

      Brother against brother?

      Sister against sister?

      Husband against wife?

      Father against son?

      Mother against child?

      Some say it is a curse.

      Some say it is a plague.

      Some say it is them,

      some say it is us.

      Some say it is the differences.

      Some say it is the same old things,

      the same differences.

      What differences?

      We know we are all the same,

      all brothers and sisters,

      all friends and lovers.

      Is this what they hate?

      What we hate?

      And some say, in whispers,

      it is the same old lies,

      told by those who would hold onto power,

      told by those who would have that power.

      Told by those who want us to die in their stead.

      Those who would enslave us with even more lies.

      Those who would find more excuses why we should kill,

      why we should be put to death.

      Kill for us or you will die, they shout,

      and all those you love will die as well.

      Die for us or you will die.

      Either way you die.

      Either way we die.

      Die and reap your rewards.

      Die instead of us and be a hero.

      Kill and die for us?

      And what?

      Be dead amongst the dead.

      Equal at last.

      Free from lies but still just dead.

      Only dead.

      Yes, those are the ones.

      They who would rule the world,

      even a world devoid of all life

      but those in power

      before they devour even themselves.

      Aye, just the same difference,

      the same old nothing, same old lies.

      Look, Targets!

      The road below is no longer empty.

      Who is it dares to move so boldly

      without cover under this sun,

      dressed in blue and white,

      leading the young and the aged

      under a flag of hope.

      The snipers raise their heads and scowl

      Hey Leftside, do you see what I see?

      "Rightside, you old goat, while I l have two eyes,

      and you still breathe, what say you

      we have some target practice.

      Let’s shatter their pride."

      "Truce then, but be ready

      as I will part your hair

      when I am done below."

      Dragon's Blood

      1 - Count Down

      Curi, I am scared. They are gone, dead, all of them, every one. Will we be dead soon? Will it hurt and will we still be friends?

      Iosef, please don’t cry. I don’t know if we’ll die. I will try to stay with you but

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