The Story Elsadore Spook Wrote

By S W Curragh

The Story Elsadore Spook Wrote charts two young girls' lives. They embark on a journey that takes them across a vast land with many obstacles, and many ups and downs. As the generations expand, there is a new light cast across the four states, an invasion that is unprecedented, that would unravel the common ground and the known cosmos.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tellwell Talent
• Release date: Mar 4, 2022
• ISBN: 9780228870517

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Copyright © 2022 by S W Curragh

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Table of Contents

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter One

As I stroll along this path, I wonder how long ago there has been another life strolling down a path that was made by many sorts of people and wildlife that must graze near here.

I wonder if there will be rain in the evening, a rain that is easy for around here, not many rain drops but a constant mist that will bring life back to this place.

The air is crisp and clean. There are always ways to inhale and exhale when the air is so clean. Never has there been a sense of doubt that there could be an outbreak or a simple contagion. But we must survive with a limitless will.

There are plenty of clouds in the sky today, a sign of the constant battle against the environmental disease.

It was not long ago when this all had started to happen. Many people couldn’t understand why the overgrowth had been depleting. It was said by our ancestors that this was caused by an invisible strain that no one would ever see or detect. It didn’t seem to effect us, the population, but it was said that it came at the eve of the millennium.

That was four hundred years ago. The people of Sagamore have learned quickly and know that they must take action.

The dust in the air has been like pellets raining down on the species of overgrowth. It is thought that there will be a cure. A celestial being, a tiny little creature, will bring hope and a new magic that will enchant the forest and bring it back to its original state.

I am Elsadore Spook, and I father the grounds that will suffer no more. It is my quest that can bring life back to this world.

As I continue to read about my latest encounter with the Himalayans, I remember someone who I was particularly found of. A tiny mite who stood no taller than a common bush, Sandy Locksmith. A bright young pupal of mine. And the cause of many good deeds.

As I watched her grow into an intelligent specimen, it was never too late for her to achieve a new state of mind. She was always on top of things and was constantly improving our odds.

Now I would like to tell you of her companion. The one who goes by the name of Dire. Another true specimen of life who would never be the cause, but is one of the main reasons, that Sandy Locksmith could accomplish what virtually changed the course of the world.

As no other lives matter like theirs do, the two of them decided it was time to test what only they could detect. A cure, but that was only the hypothetical solution to the problem.

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I bet Elsadore would never guess that the two of us are capable enough to listen to his words, like he even knew what he was saying. It is him that always goes out of his way to teach us. And shed hope into our minds. I bet all his prompting for a new way of life can easily be achieved if only he could teach everyone, Dire said to Sandy Locksmith. I bet this book he wrote is not even worth the pages it is written on. But every word in it seems to tell a mean story. It looks like he is trying to stop a disease that has already been there for too long. It is not worth it to wait around more than another minute, Dire carried on.

The story he tells is very inspirational, but it does not speak of a single cure or method of obliterating this, Sandy Locksmith said after Dire was finished her speech.

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My story was filled with many obstacles that the two students would have to unravel. It would take them many months to travel and to complete the quest that they did not fully understand. It was only a matter of time before they would realize that it was their story. And that they were the only cure. It was only the two of them who could obliterate the depletion of the overgrowth.

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As Sandy Locksmith and Dire went through the book that Elsadore wrote for them, they were intrigued by how carefully the storyline seemed to include local landmarks as well as different places all around the world. These were locations that they both could recognize.

It was a very long story, and it had many drawings and pictures of all sorts of things. These things would help explain their secret quest.

The sun shown down on the two as they were approached by Fireheart, a man who was one of Elsadore Spook’s companions. He was a brave and fierce warrior. He was acclaimed all around the world for his strength and wisdom.

It was not long ago that he and Elsadore were the ones out on a quest. It was said that if there was ever a fraction of change in the world, it was because of them and their constant role in defending the people of the Himalayans.

Right behind Fireheart followed two other quirky characters, Jevingstien and Gomer. They were all looking for Elsadore Spook. Jevingstien and Gomer were inseparable. It was Fireheart who found himself living along the borders and only being there when he was needed. They were a band of four.

When it came down to an objective, there was little doubt that the band would prevail. But those were many years ago, and it was time to teach the next generation and prepare them for what lay ahead.

Have you two tiny mites seen or heard from Elsadore? Fireheart asked.

Sandy replied, I say that he is in the hut, working on another piece of writing. But he asked us to leave him alone.

Sandy knew that only Fireheart, Jevingstien and Gomer could interrupt Elsadore’s writing, but she hoped he could come out and share with her what it was that he was working on.

I’ll go check on what he is up to, and you two can aid the tiny mites. I will come back when it is settled, Gomer spoke with a harsh and stern voice.

As the group of warriors were waiting for Gomer to return, there was a sudden high-pitched shriek and then a big loud thunderous sound. It sounded like an explosion. Seconds later, Elsadore came out of the hut covered in what seemed to be black dust, and his clothing was scorched. It would seem that Elsadore was working on a little more than his writing.

What is happening to you, have you gone mad? What kind of book does that? Did you light it on fire? Jevingstien asked with a curious look in his eye.

Elsadore looked at the five stunned faces, all of them trying to figure out what he had been up to, and he told them that he was in fact writing. He was writing by his fireplace, the one that he built with his own hands and put in place right in the centre of the north wall of the hut.

It was what I was writing that somehow started a fire, right where it was supposed to, mind you. It was very unnatural that my words became a reality. I was telling a story about a camp with a flaming grill, and there was a piece of driftwood in the pit. It was not supposed to light up in my home. It started out small at first, but then the next thing I knew, it had blown right up, and then went out just as fast. It was never a true story until now. I am now afraid to write more. Could this be what the ancestors were talking about when they said that there would be someone with a magical presence.

Dire looked at Elsadore with a concerned look on her face and said, I had a dream last night that there were fires and burning pits all around the world. The overgrowth was there to save the land by overtaking each and every fire along the way. The plant life grew back to what is thought to be its original state. Dire gasped for a breath as she was speaking too fast for anyone to keep up. I saw it all, and no one was in it, not even me. I could only see what looked like a dream. I was not awake. She still spoke a little more than she could handle. It was moments like this that showed a side of her youth. I think just before I woke up there were no pits still burning, and everything was new, she finished.

Sandy and Dire did not realize how much the overgrowth had changed in the past four hundred years. However, they were all taught about it and shown diagrams and drawings. They could only imagine how it once was.

Sandy and Dire were standing right outside the window. Dire could see the firelight up out of the corner of her eye, and she was trembling with fear when Elsadore walked out of the hut. It was her who had made that driftwood combust because it was her who had the dream. It would be her who saved the world.

Elsadore explained his theory. It was written by our ancestors that there would be a celestial being emerge from a fiery pit. But no one has shed any light as to how, until now. We must work together to see through this possibility. There are stories in the book I have given the two of you. You must follow it, like it is a guide, and accomplish and complete the four chapters of that very book, he said while the two students looked at him with amazement. I am sure the two of you are ready, and these tasks must be preformed by the two of you. It will not always be easy; there might be obstacles and even moments when you cannot find the answers, but if you try a little bit more, I am sure that they will come to you, he finished with a tremendous and ecstatic raising of his arms, and it set them all in place.

Sandy and Dire did not completely understand why it had to be them. However, the book would show them the way from the bottom of the world to the top of the world. High in the Himalayans was where there was virtually a true vision of the whole entire land below. They would watch the world down below. It was what Sandy and Dire deserved.

In truth, only tiny mites were able to climb the mountains and live among the tree tops. They were light little creatures who could easily climb the branches and build fare sized huts in the tree tops. But there were only very few of the tiny mites. They had always been very few. There was only a section of the Northern Forest that housed them. And that would be the only place for them to gather. Most of them never even left the forest, as everything was right at their grasp there. They were a very organized species, and they did not need anything from anyone else. They lived independently. It was a way of living for all to recognize.

The tiny mites considered what Elsadore Spook was writing about. Jevingstien, Gomer, and Fireheart all reminisced on the many adventures that the three of them had with Elsadore in the past. And the many species of life that they would encounter. It was like a trip back into the past. They were not completely out of the field. For the tiny mites would surly need their guidance.

Just the thought of something like this line of work is making my hair stand on the back of my neck, Gomer said while scratching at just that. It has been a while since I could sense a storm brewing like this one. I know how dangerous this can get, but don’t fret, there are a lot worse things out there than a fiery pit. You must find this celestial being and claim back what is ours, Gomer said to an intuitive audience.

Jevingstien walked over to the window of the hut, just to see what kind of mess the fire had caused internally. He could see that it was not nearly as bad as what it sounded like. Elsadore thought quickly and contained the fire before there was any damage. But there were ashes all over the place. It would take some time to clean up the mess in front of the fireplace and around Elsadore’s work space. But that was only the beginning of this story.

As Fireheart made his way into the hut to clean up the unfortunate mess, Elsadore went over the pages of his book that he still had in his hands. It was unlikely that he would let anyone read it. He started to imagine how the two tiny mites would interpret his suggestive piece of work. It was very unusual for Elsadore to ever let anyone read his work until he was completely finished. That always made him seem like a bit of an ogre. But as luck may have it, it was the last page of his book. He would have to bind the loose pages for the mites to carry with them.

As Fireheart was hard at work, Gomer and Jevingstien were laughing at this uncanny event. It was one to remember, as Elsadore nearly burned down the hut he built with the three of them. It was an old but well-maintained and sturdy structure.

The mess was not as bad as you would think after hearing that loud gut-rumbling sound. It had shook up the entire wilderness around them. But let’s put that in the past and focus on what lies ahead.

I’m tired of waiting for this story to finish, Dire said in an exhausted voice.

Sandy looked at Dire like she was trying to tell her something.

Without a second look, Dire took the hint and replied to the stunned look that Sandy was still portraying. You act like he hasn’t been taking his time. He called us down here four hours ago.

Sandy just rolled her eyes and said, It is not so easy to come up with a story that people can actually read and like too.

It took the two girls pondering, mistakenly out loud, for Elsadore to recognize that it was time for the book to be completed. It was his task to finish the book. It would take him a few more steps. He went into the hut that was now somehow cleaned up. He took out an old piece of leather twine from a drawer under his desk. He had already punched holes in the paper, before he even had started to write down anything. As he was pulling the leather twine through the holes, everyone else was waiting very patiently. It was always an adventure for the group. But it was finally due—an exciting story that would change the whole world.

Elsadore fastened and attached the hardcover so that it would be durable and last the journey that lies ahead. He glued it together and pressed down with a small press that was used to bond together the hardcover and the first and last pages of a book. It was fast drying glue, so it did not take more than a minute or two for the process to be completed.

Here it is. Elsadore walked out of the newly cleaned hut and held up the book for everyone to see.

Then he handed it to Sandy Locksmith. Who then, with a joyous grin, reached for the bonded, twined together book.

Sandy looked it over and asked, Why are you even giving us this book? Has it no meaning to yourself? Sandy wondered as though she was too young to even know why anyone does anything, but she then acted as though she didn’t even need a response, and carried on, What kind of book is it anyway?

Elsadore explained that it was a story with a hidden meaning, one that only the two mites could understand, as though they were the two intertwined within the storyline.

It will take you many months to go through what I am teaching you. It will take you across many different lands and bring you to many obstacles that the two of you will have to overcome. So settle down and focus on each phase of what is now your guide.

The two mites were thoroughly amused that someone would write a book that could be followed as a guide, and nevertheless remain as a helpful idea, one that would send them to a destination known only from fables and fairy tales.

The two mites may not have been as tall as most people, but they were in no way any less capable. It was them who could climb the Himalayans and travel to the valley that was hidden on the other side. It was there where they would find the fiery pit and have to summon the celestial being. It was then that they would see why they were the ones Elsadore chose to accomplish what he, at their age, would have done. It was now another generation who could see the purity in the celestial being and take his words and listen to his command. It would bring the mites to a vocal point, and they would come that much closer to curing the disease that had crippled the environment. At last, it had begun.

As the two girls looked at the story within the pages of words and drawings, they were amazed, captivated, and eager. When it came down to reading, it was a complicated technique that only Sandy and Dire could be responsible for. It was now up to them to make sense of the storyline that would lead the whole world through.

I say, this is going to be a long-winded book. I am sure I will never make it there and back again, Dire said, like she was new to reading. There is not much more than twenty-five drawings. Could these creatures be as important as they look?

Sandy looked at her like she was dimwitted, but that look did not get a response; it was only adding to her arrogance. Dire was always saying things she was not always thinking. There were times when she would do nothing at all but talk about something that she did not fully agree with, and she would speak in