Amazon: the Twelfth Queen

By P. Dotson-Randle

Before they were Amazonian queens, they were simply mothers concerned about their children at the hands of man.

So long ago, two children went missing: one a young teen witch and one a young fairy child. Missing and unaccounted for, unbeknownst to each, witches and fairies alike, it would begin a reconciliation, which was thousands of years delayed.

Both witches and fairies, worried with grief, began a search for their youth, only to be met with the truth of their demise at the hands of the savage man.

Neither people could have foreseen the unification of their world, nor could they have predicted that they would become the most powerful people of all the dimensions. And that they would call their most beautiful land and dimension Amazon, named after the place in another dimension, where the last talisman of the Great Elders Wall was found at the beginning of the age of the elders long ago.

No one could have foreseen the following events that led up to the missing of the twelfth queen. And unless they find her, all the accomplishments theyve achieve since the brutality of the missing girls so long ago will be lost.

While the search is on to find the twelfth queen and to find out what happened to her, time is running out as man has grown a thousand fold and is even more brutal, as they once were long ago.

The highest of the all witches and fairies alike was the twelfth queen, and without her guidance, they are faltered, unsure, and on the verge of internal war.

As they close their prayers with We are the time, and we are one! there are those around the queens table that worry silently if the twelfth queen is even still alive. And if she is not, their steadfast fears just may become reality. A war among the witches and fairies with man gravely on their very doorstep, threatening to destroy them both, would cripple witches and fairies alike.

Separately, they believe man can defeat them, each blaming the other for lack of focus and an overall weaker spirit. And if this worried insecure reasoning grows among them, it could cost them everything.

So her most cherished and dearest of friends, Dartilia searches and searches for her anywhere and everywhere, all in hopes of finding her most cherished and dearest of friends, Fayla.

As she searches, she remembered all Fayla had taught her and how she came to be known as Fayla, gentle and cruel, however still loved by most, but clearly and urgently missed by all.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Jul 13, 2016
• ISBN: 9781524504564

P. Dotson-Randle

Pamela is a native of the USA Midwestern region (Chicago, Illinois). She is the author of Back Again: Ghostly Tales of Unfinished Business; Dreamers Dreaming: Short Stories, Essays, Poetry & Stuff!; Dear Diary; Vampire Tales: Ashes to Ashes; and now Amazon: The Twelfth Queen. She attended the local community colleges, and then she attended Eastern Michigan University in Ypsilanti, Michigan. After receiving a bachelors degree in English, imaginative writing, she embarked on this journey. She put together this set of five (5) vastly unique creative works of art in order to not only provide the reader with great readings for a cold winters night but to also help in her quest to aid in childrens causes. We hope you enjoy your cozy-reading autumn and winter nights, and we hope you snuggle up with this amazing set of five (5) great tales. Thank you and enjoy (hopefully by candlelight!)

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Copyright © 2016 by Pamela Randle.

Library of Congress Control Number:     2016908573

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CONTENTS

Foreword

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

After Word

I am so Grateful!

I am so grateful for the various human beings that motivated, inspired and gave me the courage and hope, that I could write this set of five books: Amazon: The Twelfth Queen, Vampire Tales: Ashes to Ashes, Dear Diary, Back Again: Ghostly Tales of Unfinished Business, Dreamer’s Dreaming: Short Stories, Essays, Poetry, & Stuff! (In order to build a Free Safe Academic Naturalistic Summer Camp/School.)

Thank You! GOD! (My Father, Whom art in Heaven!), Andre Agassi, Maggie Daley, Paul Newman, Oprah Winfrey, and so many others, that gave, and continue to give, so many Children, ‘Hope!’

Who inspires me?

Mother Teresa, Nelson Mandela, Princess Diana, Clint Eastwood, Sidney Poitier, Gayle King (Followed her own Dream), Kevin Costner (Never gave up on his Self), The Earth (They stole so much from her, yet she remains as Vibrant as ever), Astronauts (They have the Courage to step off of the known, to the unknown), Cher (Self-taught Artist), Katy Perry (Modern day escape Artist—She freed her Self), Miley Cyrus (Happy Hippy Foundation-helping Homeless Youth), Sandra Bullock and Nicole Kidman (The stars of Practical Magic—the Source of my Core inspiration for my book A:12Q!) and so many others.

My Personal Sorrow?

I lost my Son!

It’s not as bad as it sounds! If I had lost his love, that would’ve been worst, but because he never loved me, I only loss his physical presence. Told you, it’s not that bad! (I kept him as Safe as I could! He’s African American, and he’s still alive, and he’s a M.A.N. now!)

My One True Goal?

To build a Free Safe Summer Academic and Nature inspired, Amazing Summer Getaway for impoverished Children, living in a Concrete World!

My Career Regret?

I made a career decision vs a money decision, at the expense of my spouse! Truly Sorry!

What do I like least about Society?

Dead Beat Parents—(The Kind that Reject, Neglect, and Abandon!)

Rapist—(Both, Brutal and Statutory)

FOREWORD

B efore they were Amazonian Queens, they were simply Mothers, concerned about their Children at the hands of M.A.N.

So long ago, two children went missing. One, a young teen Witch and one, a young Fairy child. Missing and unaccounted for, which unbeknownst to each, Witches and Fairies alike, would began a reconciliation, that was thousands of years delayed.

Both Witches and Fairies, worried with grief, began a search for their youth, only to be met with the truth of their demise, at the hands of the savage, M.A.N.

Neither people, could have foreseen the unification of their world, and neither could have predicted, that they would become the most powerful people of all the dimensions. And that they would called their most beautiful land and dimension, ’Amazon’. Named after the place, in another dimension, where the last Talisman of the Great Elder’s Wall was found, at the beginning of the age of the Elders, long ago.

No one could have foreseen the following events that led up to the missing of the 12th Queen. And unless they find her, all the accomplishments they’ve achieve since the brutality of the missing girls, so long ago, will be lost.

While the search is on to find the 12th Queen, and to find out what happened to her, time is running out, as M.A.N. has grown a thousand fold, and is even more brutal, as they once were, long ago.

The highest of the all Witches and Fairies alike, was the Twelfth Queen and without her guidance they are faltered, unsure, and on the verge of internal war.

As they close their prayers with ‘We Are the Time and We Are One!’ there are those around the Queen’s table that worry silently, if the Twelfth Queen is even still alive. And if she is not, their steadfast fears, just may become reality. A war amongst the Witches and Fairies with M.A.N. gravely on their very doorstep, threatening to destroy them both, would cripple Witches and Fairies, alike.

Separately, they believe M.A.N. can defeat them, each blaming the other for lack of focus, and an overall weaker spirit. And if this worried insecure reasoning, grows amongst them, it could cost them, everything.

And, so her most cherished and dearest of friends, Dartilia, searches and searches for her, anywhere, and everywhere, all in hopes of finding her most cherished and dearest of friends, Fayla.

As she searches, she remembered all Fayla had taught her, and come to be known as. Fayla, gentle and cruel, however, still loved by most, but clearly and urgently, missed by all.

CHAPTER 1

T he elderly Witch Teacher Helgalina ordinarily was reliable, trustworthy, and filled with integrity, but on this day she would put into action a plan, formed from the dream she had a forth night ago! She dreamed she had a sister that she had never met, and although Haggard, she still looked just like her. A twin sister named Megalina who came to her in her dreams. They walked together, learned about each other’s lives, and they both swelled up with tears at the thought of leaving the realm of sleep, and thereby leave each other. But leave they both unwillingly did. Helgalina wanting to see if there was truth to her dream, sent one of her young pupils to the area where she and her sister walked, which was further than she had ever sent any of them. As she and her sister rested in the dream, they came upon the blackest, and most wicked, tasting of berries. Her sister fed her berry upon berry, until she woke stomach filled with berries, and in a state of drunken delight. What will it hurt to send the child to see if the berries really did exist? And so she sent the young witch to find out, unbeknownst to the Witch Teacher what could and did happen to the young teen.

The young teen Witch went berry picking as always, and thought today would be as joyful, as it was finally her day. She had to venture out further than she ever had too before, and she had to find this new blackened berry, Helgalina had told her about, but for that, all will be as risen as the Sun. ‘In and out of the forest in no time at all’ she thought.

She had been given precise directions and thus with the light of the Sun on her side, she would return with a basket filled with these new berries in no time at all. Fast paced, and without incident she had picked various berries time after time, and this time would be no different.

Although she had to rest several times along the way, she had made it to the strange berries.

She picked and picked, until there was no more she could carry. With her bag filled, she realized these berries must be way juicer than the ones she picked just the other day, because her bag was filled around the same, but this day her bag was way too hard to carry. Unwilling to part with any of the berries she had picked, she began to drag the heavy berry filled bag.

Making her way back to the village, halfway home, and out of breath, she sat too rest. The young teen was unaware that she was being hunted, like a small boar, for a huge feast.

The young teen knew of the stories, but she was the strongest in her family, and the threat of anyone bringing harm upon her never crossed her mind. So she sat natively in peace.

They came from everywhere all at once, grabbing her, holding her, scratching her, and some even biting her. She began to wildly wiggle in horror of situation, but still, she didn’t, couldn’t, anticipate the gravity of her attack. They dropped her to the ground and although she was not far from the ground, she fell hard, bruising the small of her back. Seconds of realizing what she was seeing, heaviness fell upon her. As they ripped and tore at clothing, she began to scream as loud as she could. They didn’t care! They thrusted her legs apart and one of them humped her, ripping her, scratching her, tearing at her, biting her, on top of her, unable to withstand any more of the attack, she left her body. Grateful to be away from the screaming in the forest, her spirit fainted where it stood. When it awoke, the screaming had stopped. Slowly she brushed away bush after bush as she made her way back to her body. Frightened she was ever so slow and ever so quiet, until she came upon something at first she couldn’t resemble. And then she vanished, returning her spirit to the unrecognizable and unconscious pile of what was left of her.

When the young teen Witch didn’t return home, her mother thought how strong willed she was and decided to delay the panic she felt growing inside her, until she could wait not longer. She sent for her daughter’s teacher, Helgalina, to find out why her daughter had not returned home. Riddled with guilt Helgalina began to search for the missing teen. The teen’s Mother gathered the other Mothers and they began to search for the missing daughter. They searched until the wee hours of the next morning, and they found her! However, even though she was unconscious, they still could not lift her, without the dirt that her skin was scattered in, underneath her. The young witch was a bloody pile, unconscious and on the brink of certainly, death.

The forest hag, Megalina had promised them a feast. The young men drunken by her special berry potion were easy too control, but lately she felt them growing weary of working for her. However, this day when they returned they dropped at her door the largest haul of berries they had ever supplied her with. As she dragged in the large berry filled bag, she thought ‘how wonderful this day, and it could only get better. If I could only make the Fairy dust, now that would be a day of reckoning’.

The Sky had since blackened and as she began to stir her special brew, she could see far away the fires of M.A.N. This day something had occurred to M.A.N., and she could feel it. She stirred and stirred and stirred