The Lone Ranger

By Michael Wolf

Have you ever thought of what would happen to you if your parents suddenly abandoned you either by choice or circumstances? What would you do? How would you survive? Blu, our main character had such fate and he had to make choices. He moved to an unlikely place and ate things we'd never dream of even having as pets and then, he met someone who re-introduced him to civilization, but who also seems to share the same wild instincts as Blu. What happens when these two join in adventure? From cave to house to kingdom and palace, follow Blu in a wild adventure where dream and reality blend as one.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Jul 21, 2014
• ISBN: 9781496924988

Michael Wolf

Michael Wolf is the CEO and co-founder of emPowering NOW LLC. Servant leadership has always been very real for him, even as a teenager, when his hobbies included self-development and public speaking in 4-H and FFA. As far as he can remember, he was looking for practical solutions to help his peers. His passion is and always was in communication and business. In high school, he was known to enjoy engaging in debates, and doing a fair job at it. He then chose to study Business Administration at Texas A&M. In his adult life, he garnered 30 years of business experience working at some of the world's largest and most innovative technology companies including Xerox, PTC, Vignette and most recently, IBM. And then a life change came in the form of a near death experience. The event was undeniable and unforgettable. The question then became: how to share this precious knowing of oneness with the world? But first, he had to sustain it. He went through the ups and downs of the "dark night of the soul," a divorce, challenges in parenting the very children he wanted so badly to love and support. He read a ton of spiritual books, studied cross-cultural religions, dived into energy medicine. While working with different healers, he kept on hearing "healer, heal thyself!" The advice was even more so potent when he found himself house-sitting and in debt. Clearly, something else was needed. As an act of faith, he wrote a business plan for emPowering NOW LLC. To succeed, the business vision required a rock-solid curriculum that could assist in leading anyone who sincerely wanted it to walking in the Eternal Now. This is when he met Maha. She was looking for a partner who could join her in bringing forth a project of global scope, someone who was educated in business, information technologies and healing modalities. He was looking for Maha's lifework - to receive the body of material that would become known as Golden XPR - a path to transition from greed into grace, and sustain the sense of enough.

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Part One

ME

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It is something that I can never find out and I do not know why.

Chapter One

A New Blade

I was already almost done with fixing my katana. It was my most precious blade, more than anything. It got deeply damaged by a fight I got into earlier this week. It was all rusted, burnt from a Nelixus Flame Sword. It was like one of the top swords around, but I stick with my katana. It has been my best friend since my parents had passed away.

No. I don’t talk to it at all, but sometimes I do… Anyways, before my parents died they sent me to a village. It was a neat village. But you could never know who you could trust. That was the fun part, making friends.

Usually people just sleep on the grass. And if you could get a house, you were the richest person in town because no one had enough money even to get even a small candy. Those were like 50 cents.

My katana was finished and it was ready for action that night. I sleep in a cave, not really different from sleeping on the roads, but at least I get food, like the dead bats or rats in the cave. I was poor and I didn’t really do much. This was my regular daily schedule.

Go hunting, Gather Water, Bathe, Sleep. So that was really my day. It was evening and all was done so I put my sword beside me and went to bed or rocks, if that counts as one.

The next day, I woke up and put my katana hanged on the back strap of my rooster red shirt. As I went out of the cave, it would usually hunt deer, cow or sheep. As I went I saw a deer. Not so far, about 8 feet from me. So I ran straight at the deer and took out my katana, the deer noticed and ran away. I just followed it. While I ran from out of the cave, I heard a shriek that seemed to be coming from a young girl. Then I let the deer leave, and to my amazement, the sound was indeed from a girl screaming.

I really didn’t want to help, but it just happened. I ran toward the noise. As I finally found the girl, I saw her. She had blonde hair, blue eyes, blue shirt and blue jeans on. A man with a short brown afro, green eyes, red shirt and stained green pants was also standing there. So I ran toward the man. He had a long blade with no handle and it was wrapped with leather grip that he held on to.

He came closer to the girl and I just jumped in at that last step he took. My knees were a bit shaky from the high jump down, but someone needed help.

-Hey! Is this your boyfriend coming to save you? The man with the leather wrapped sword laughed.

-Listen you don’t want to mess with her, alright. I tried to avoid the fight.

-Listen, I am going to kill her now get out of my way before you die too. He insisted.

-What do you want from her? I said right after he said those words.

-Kid, get out. He stared at me.

I am only 15 years old, but I guess I look like I am 12. As we were talking the blonde haired girl was breathing in and out quickly, wanting to get out of the place before she would get killed. There was an awkward silence between us two and then I decided to run to him, then he ran to me too.

Once he turned around to attack me from my shoulder, I cut his back and he fell down. It was pure red in my eyes, but I have seen much worse. Then he got up carefully not to injure anything else and said -This isn’t over… I will be back soon! He ran off tripping a bit on his way out of sight.

-Hello, are you ok? I asked her as fast as I could.

-Yeah, I am fine. He was just probably just trying to scare me. Thanks for saving me though. She did a half smile.

-I don’t think that people play here. I’ve been here a long time to know that. I glanced at her.

-Well, anyways, thanks! She twirled around happily. -I will see you around. I walked away.

-Wait! She yelled right after I turned. My name is Josie! She told me her name.

I walked away. -Wait! What is your name? She ran towards me.

I never even thought I had a name. I don’t think I was even given one, and if I had one, I have long forgotten it. But I did not have an answer to that question. I walked away.

-See you around. I sighed right after I ran off to get that deer I let go from me.

Two hours later, I came back with a slice of bread from the mart for 75 cents, a small candy, a chopped up rabbit and a cold half of a deer. I took my katana and jabbed it into the rabbit and took it off of the blade and stuck it in my mouth. Regularly, the rich people across the block, those people with houses, would get like a grilled tenderloin steak, all the sodas you could dream of, cut up fruits and delicious cakes and ice cream. Does it not sound delicious? Well to me it sounded great. The closest I could get to afford that food was eating a Moose, named Chocolate.

For a drink I went to get some water from the pond in my bucket, rusting now. Smoothies, juices, sodas and milkshakes were out my reach, too expensive. The water I get is salt water so I would die right now from thirst, but every week I get sent a 6 pack of coke from the guy who owns the mart store. He pretty much likes me, sometimes.

And you would ask, How do you get money to afford all this stuff? Well I will tell you. I make money by hunting more food for the rich than for myself. I just kill the stuff and the chefs prepare it. It is a terrible pay, but it was the only job I could have because the mart is not accepting job applications now. I get 25 dollars a week for killing like 15 animals a day. It takes me about 2 hours and a half to even get bait and to kill them.

So I eat the rabbit and save some of the deer for later and swallow the mint after the half of the bread was eaten. The water I left alone because I would get that 6 pack tomorrow morning.

The next morning I wake up, my coke is right beside me with a tag stuck onto it. From: Mart Owner. They were warm as the heat one felt outside, but I didn’t give a damn about it. I took one of the cans and popped it open and poured it straight into my mouth. The can was like ¼ empty after that swig. I stuck it back in the plastic holder and lay down in the sun. My taste buds and my neck inside felt it dripping down warm and moist. Quite a treat, considering it was too early to have a drink or the fact that I don’t brush my teeth.

I fell asleep in the sun and woke up around 1:30 pm and my coke was steaming hot, and if you touched them your finger would burn like hell. So I drank the rest of the open can I drank from before and ate the bread in like four minutes.

There was stench that filled the air and I tried to follow where it came from. It was me. Bathing in saltwater never helps, it just makes it worse. So I got out of the cave and saw someone staring at me from a distance, he held in his hands a long cleaver. I stared back at him and he kept his eyes on me. I couldn’t really tell for sure if it was a man or woman, but I knew it was a human.

I examined it closely trying to see if I knew that far away face. The person was underneath a tall tree. The person ran toward me and I held out my katana ready to strike until -Hey! It’s me! It was the blonde girl I met earlier.

-Don’t scare me like that! I told her straight in the eye.

-I’m sorry. I just wanted to help out. She shook her long sword.

-I could have killed you! I put the blade back in my strap.

-Where the heck did you even get that over sized machete? I asked her with my hand on my chin.

-At the antique store, they sell all kinds of old stuff there. You can get anything there for like 25 cents. She laughed.

-I don’t have 25 cents… I mumbled.

-What was that? She stepped forward to me. –

Nothing. I sat down on the tall grass.

-Then how much do you have? She asked crouching down next to me.

-Like… Around… 19 cents. I closed my eyes. -So by the end of my work day I will have… Still 19 cents… I lay down.

-How about by the end of the week, its Monday today. She wanted to know how much I earn.

-Um… $25.19 cents or something around there. I guessed.

-So, you get 25 dollars a week? She looked at me

Reviews for The Lone Ranger

[dandelionroots · Rating: 4 out of 5 stars]

I'm not going to seek any more of this series out, but I enjoyed the story much more than I thought I would. The writing is rather poetic.