The Seven Planes of Kalamar - Battle for The Third Plane: Rescue Times Three

By Hansford Robert Hull

She Who Has No Name, the witch of darkness, was banished into the great abyss long ago. From within her black world, she extends her tendrils of retaliation and infects Kalamar with her own evil magic. Without his knowledge, she fuels Zorleg's thirst for power, his rise to it, and the fall of the Planes. While Kalamar grows darker, She Who

• Language: English
• Publisher: Kenneth E Hull
• Release date: Oct 21, 2022
• ISBN: 9781088058688

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The Seven Planes of Kalamar

by Hansford Robert Hull

Battle for the Third Plane Book II

Rescue Times Three

She Who Has No Name

So, this is where I will be? She Who Has No Name spoke out loud - or was she only thinking her thoughts? It really didn’t matter; alone in The Great Abyss, she didn’t know or care. It didn’t take much to ignite her anger.

She Who Has No Name was completely clueless regarding how He knew - or discovered - her intent.

Oh, that’s right. The One of Ones, not that it really matters to me. Why do I need to be formal now?

She thought she had taken all the correct steps to remain completely unnoticed by Him. Was she really that sloppy in her works, to be so easily discovered? She looked back to reflect on where she had gone wrong, where her overconfidence failed her. In her mind, she had made only minor mistakes. Or were they really mistakes at all?

I thought my plans were impeccable. I prepared everything, plotted out to the nth degree. I calculated every one of my actions before I moved forward. She Who Has No Name sighed. No. I do not accept either the outcome or the decision He made. It was wrong, plain, and simple, wrong! she shouted. But I shall have my revenge, and great my revenge shall be!

In retrospect, she really should have known better. After all, The One of Ones had created all things and knew all things. Maybe that was one of her biggest mistakes, not grasping His power, knowledge, and abilities. She always wondered and questioned why He had all the power, and it grated on her. That one small, insignificant thought was all it took for She Who Has No Name to begin her fall from grace. She was smug, secure in her own thoughts, pushing all that He had done and His ability out of her mind, usurping it with her own. She was acutely aware there was a change that took place within her, and she liked the change. This is exactly how it was supposed to be. At least, that was what she continued to tell herself. After all, if He could have everything, what stopped her from becoming just as powerful as He was, if not even more so? Oh, how she loved how that one thought. It always sent chills throughout her body. The idea of her having so much power, no, she thought, not having said power, but to become the most powerful!

She Who Has No Name paused to remember another point of divergence she had developed from His thoughts and processes. He had a love for tranquility, serenity, light, and an orderly peace. Was that why He created Kalamar and its seven planes? She wondered. It always bothered her that He held a special place in His heart for that place, especially The Third Plane.

"What was this special relationship between The Seven Planes of Kalamar and how He had created them? It’s too perfect, just too perfect." She Who Has No Name felt her anger intensify as she questioned herself.

She Who Has No Name enjoyed pausing, taking a step back to remember. She had spent a lifetime developing herself into exactly the opposite of what He had become. For all His goodness and kindness, she vowed she would be equally full of evil and anger.

What is yours is mine, and if you still have it, I will take it from you. You think Kalamar is so perfect? Ha, I will invoke my own plans, change things to my way. Startled, She Who Has No Name was amazed to find herself shouting out loud. She enjoyed what she was doing, but she felt her placement in The Great Abyss was one step beyond reasonable.

Every time she caressed the thought of being all-powerful, she felt a pulse moving through her veins. It was during moments like that, with each heartbeat, she felt her dark power growing stronger. She used it as her mantra, her rallying cry to seek revenge and grow in her self-induced control over darkness. Fueled by her own desire to oversee it all, she continued working on her deceit, tricking everyone for her own gain. She Who Has No Name also found greed deeply embedded within her in addition to her lust for power. She relished the symbolism, and it gave her great pleasure that no one yet knew who she was or where she was.

In solitude, I’m left to do whatever evil my heart desires. I need to be, and shall become, the most powerful of all!

Well, a lot of good all of that did for me. I will not admit I am a failure, never! For now, you have won, but this is not the end. I will have my power, and my revenge, and precisely all else I seek when I am ready! She smiled as the evil surged through her veins.

She Who Has No Name struggled to put things into perspective. She was now in The Great Abyss and allowed the darkness to fuel her lust for power. Confusion over the then and now, with her actions then merging with her actions now, all for the same simple purpose…she will have her revenge.

Ha, banish me! We’ll see who wins this battle. Things have only just begun!

During her time of solitude following her exile to The Great Abyss, she felt the need to develop a means to harbor the evil she created and embellished. During those moments when she felt the evil rushing through her veins, it left her feeling exhilarated. Deliberately, she squeezed the evil from her veins and molded it, planting it into her own creation: dark matter. Did she actually chuckle over her creation? She held within her hands her creation, the essence of her evil. Now She Who Has No Name needed to find a subject for this dark matter to influence and do her bidding. But that was a thought for another day.

It had taken her time to adjust, to refer to herself as She Who Has No Name. She felt it helped distance her further from who and what she once was. This was her new beginning. She pushed the thoughts of what was out of her mind, while she developed what is and what will be…pure evil. Her pure evil.

Time, she chuckled…What was time to her? She was cast into this cursed abyss how long ago? She had no memory of when.

They will soon find out; my own solitude and the darkness of my creation will be used to seek out my revenge.

She Who Has No Name allowed her mind to drift back to the day she was cast out.

Were my deeds really that bad?

Was it even possible for her to remember what The Great Abyss looked like when she arrived? This was her life now and her dwelling place. She Who Has No Name wasn’t concerned about the amount of time it took for her to become accustomed to the darkness. Her eyes had changed, but she really didn’t care; it was all part of the new her. More than just her eyes had changed, though, she knew this. How else could she explain that everything was crystal clear within her confines? She cuddled her new-found feeling of power, holding it close while being held in solitude of the vast darkness.

Held. She liked how that sounded. She was being held in The Great Abyss. "When I choose, I will be held no more!"

Could she even put the pieces of how things were together? How magnificently she had modified everything to suit her needs and her desires? After all, this was her world, and she continued crafting it exactly how she wanted it to be. The dark matter provided a bit of relief from being isolated, alone. In her loneliness, she encouraged the evil to grow. Dark matter was her child.

Dark matter was her true beginning: an evil unheard of before, helping her child grow over time, cultivating the evil within both her and her child. With the growth of dark matter, her evil also grew over the passage of time. Mentally she processed how things were, and oh how she detested having been judged. She fed her feelings to the dark matter and watched it grow and intensify. What power did she have before? None. But within The Great Abyss, her domain of darkness, she ruled supreme and was all-powerful. Now all she needed to do was find someone to be the instrument of her evil. Because of His special love for Kalamar, she picked one of His precious planes over which to wield her evil influence. She started casting her mind out to Kalamar seeking that one mind like hers. When she found him, she would begin to use the disenchantment and discouragement to her advantage. He would unknowingly be guided down the path she had chosen for him.

She Who Has No Name was motionless, allowing her mind to expand far beyond her confines in The Great Abyss. She reached for something that was especially important to her. Relentless in her search, she sought out until she found exactly what she was looking for…The Great Meeting Place of Kalamar. Unnoticed, she sought out that one mind of discontent to use and mold into her instrument of evil. There was no hurrying in her movements, moving from one mind to another. Probing, looking into the darkest recess of each and every mind, completely undetected until she found the one that was the perfect fit.

Ahhhhh, there you are! She smiled upon finding the exact weakness she sought. This is precisely what I was looking for.

Zorleg proved the perfect pupil. Young, someone she could groom to do her bidding, never being aware of her presence or who was in charge. She was amazed how easy it was for her to begin corrupting his mind and steer him off his chosen path. Was she getting giddy thinking of what wonderful things she would do?

Zorleg was on the path to The Great Meeting Place again. Over the last few days, he felt something different as he readied for his daily instruction. Finally, on the third day, he followed his feelings. He veered from the path and followed the suggestions from She Who Has No Name. She Who Has No Name took her time as she nurtured, taught, and tainted Zorleg’s mind. She started with small, simple things to increase his confidence in his newfound ability. He needed to feel the same as she felt and develop the same lust for power she now held. It was difficult to contain her excitement when she introduced Zorleg to her dark magic. She was amazed how quickly he adapted, and with her guidance and mentoring, grew his own dark power quickly.

Revenge! This is so easy for me! I will have my revenge and all of the power.

She Who Has No Name felt the increasing flow of her evil as it moved through her veins. It was exhilarating and pleasing as she watched her plan slowly taking on a shape and life all its own.

He will never know it is me behind it all. Through him, I will grow my evilness and strike out at all Kalamar, starting with The Third Plane. I love my baby, dark matter!

Zorleg could not believe how easily he could do and shape things to his own desire. How he detested what he considered stupid and useless exercises which he had performed endless times at The Great Meeting Place. His memory was crystal clear, as if it had just happened, of turning his first flower into dust. It was so simple, the second one easier than the first. He turned and observed his little niche in the rocks.

This is so perfect. I couldn’t have designed it better than if I had done it myself, Zorleg gloated. She Who Has No Name could only laugh at how easy it was to push her evilness into his feeble mind, taking control, but still hidden from his consciousness.

What was time to her? It was of no concern whatsoever. She had all the time she ever wanted. She enjoyed escaping from The Great Abyss, even if only mentally. She used her time away to influence Zorleg’s every thought and action. She Who Has No Name was proud, oh so proud, of her selection, what she had done and what she had yet to do.

All, all of it strengthens me. She Who Has No Name paused and projected her thoughts into the future to answer her own question of how, how she will destroy it all. What are the things He holds so precious? The Unicorn, the flying horse, The Storytellers. Oh, but that is just the beginning. I have so much to do as I prepare The Third Plane of Kalamar to be my new home!

The Child of the Lake

In the middle of The Great Dry lake, The Child of The Lake reached out with His left hand. Gently, he began caressing the pure white sand, pushing it into one pile, then another. The color of His robe, pristine white, matched the purity of the sand. When His hands moved, the cuff on his sleeves lingered behind for only a brief moment, removing any traces of his movements.

These, however, were not just any granules. The Child’s hands were caressing The Sands of Time, placing them exactly where they needed to be, following the guidance of someone far greater than He. His calling, quite simply, was to arrange the grains exactly where they needed to be. To the untrained eye, it appeared he pushed it into random piles. He was, however, doing something far greater. His hands placed The Sands of Time in motion - or stopping motion altogether…as he was directed.

The Child of The Lake rose and started walking in circles. Each step was slow, calculated, and precise. While he moved, The Child gazed far into the distance from his place in time, blue eyes beaming brightly into the great darkness. He would take a few steps before he dropped to his knees again, his small hands quickly reaching out into the sand. He pushed and pulled, forming a pile here, a pile there. As he moved, stopping, kneeling, and standing again, he left behind a highly organized pattern. The Child paused once more and rose to his feet. He remained motionless as he bowed his head and spoke softly as if praying.

an whispser ghaoth d`ainm (the wind whispers your name)

His young lips again formed the words:

an whispser ghaoth d`ainm

The second utterance became much louder than the first, and his surroundings began to shake and quiver. His head remained bowed in reverence when he spoke the same words a third time.

an whispser ghaoth d`ainm

Thrice the words were spoken. At the third utterance, the final time, a great movement began in The Lake. From a small quiver came a resounding thunder, his words radiating from the center of the crater to its shore. His movements remained slow and methodical. He turned to face the western shore, soft blonde locks of hair slipping into their proper place. He blinked his eyes once, twice, thrice…a bright beacon began to penetrate the surrounding darkness. He cast his light from the middle of the dry lakebed to the distant shore. It was for one person and one person only; it was to the one he had called.

The Child of The Lake lifted his head slowly and waited. His robe began to transform, matching the beam from his eyes. It glowed brighter and brighter in the darkness. Every action He had taken was for The Old Man, who had always answered every time he was called. It was The Child of The Lake’s way, and he had called him the same way every time. The Child knew, just as he had come before, The Old Man would come once again.

The Old Man eagerly sought what could not be explained. Yet, he had seen it time after time. True, no one ever believed when he shared his story of The Child of the Lake and The Parchments of Fragmented Myths. Soon, however, they all shall believe the words spoken by The Old Man.

The Child smiled, then opened his mouth and raised his arms, looking into the heavens. He broke the stillness with one note… a single note of purity traversing through darkness to the distant shore…not for all to hear, only for one: The Old Man. The Child’s words gently massaged and comforted The Old Man’s mind in the dismal surroundings.

Greetings, my friend, thank you for answering my call. Things will become more difficult for you as time continues to march forward. So many have scoffed and ridiculed you before, but this time, I feel, it will be far worse than in the past. The next time you visit the inn, be brazen; ask the innkeeper for The Great Book. It is only fair to warn you: at first, he will refuse and deny its existence, but you must be strong and persist.

The Child of The Lake’s voice went silent, allowing his friend time to process the words and what he had shared. After a few moments, he continued.

It was written in The Seven of Sevens, ‘an unlearned man who has not been taught in the ancient language shall pick up The Great Book. From its empty pages he will read and tell stories of old in The Ancient Language. With each word spoken, words will appear as if a hand was writing on the parchment, transcribing his spoken words. The words will be there for all to see.’ The Child of The Lake waited for his friend to grasp and understand what he had been told. This was, without question, the most difficult task he had shared. It was also the very same task he had been given to share with his new friend.

The Child of The Lake smiled. He felt confident his words were understood and The Old Man would, with only a bit of difficulty, do exactly as they had discussed. No one said it was an easy task, but The Child of The Lake felt the confidence building in his friend.

Kay-Lee - Locked Away

Simply put, The Seer was beside himself. In all his years, he had never, NEVER, made such a critical mistake.

He peered around the room, feeling the synergy emanating from the stars.

How? How could I have allowed this to happen? There is only one way to get her out. A smile crept across The Seer’s face.

His hands moved rapidly, scanning for exactly what he felt he needed. How long it took was the furthest thing from his mind. He released a sigh of joy. Ahhhhh, there you are! He dropped his hand as he addressed Queen RhiAnne.

Your Highness, I have need of your powers, he boldly stated.

His words did not catch her off guard or surprise her. If you have reached out to me, it must be something acutely important. The mighty queen fell silent while she awaited The Seer’s story.

In all my days, I have never made such a horrific mistake. He paused a moment before he explained the situation with Kay-Lee and the emergence of She Who Has No Name from her darkness. The Seer paused to allow Queen RhiAnne to process his story.

I do have an idea how, but I will need your magic and powers to assist, he continued before silence filled the room. Now he waited for a sign of approval before he continued.

When did this occur? Yes, it is important we rescue Kay-Lee from her imprisonment. Great care has been taken to ensure the two would not be in the same timeline for this very reason. Can you imagine if both of The Chosen had been together? The Guardian was wise to ensure that they would never be together, or at the same point in time. The Queen grew silent, a signal for The Seer to lay out his plan.

I feel this would be an excellent opportunity for Rose to use The Krazac to retrieve Kay-Lee from where she is being held, The Seer said. With your spells and incantations, you can cover Rose and The Krazac. You can shrink them and place a cloak of invisibility around them. Rose would be free to travel about without the fear of being detected. It will take even more of your abilities to cover Kay-Lee with the same protections to ensure they have safe passage to freedom. The Seer grew silent after he had laid out his plan to rescue Kay-Lee from She Who Has No Name.

My friend, the Queen replied, even though the time has been short, you have laid out a brilliant plan to bring Kay-Lee home. I think Rose is more than capable. She knows The Krazac better than anyone. With a few spells and incantations, I’ll be able to do exactly as you have asked. As you said, once she has Kay-Lee she will be bound with the same protections. I do have a couple of tricks up my sleeve for Kay-Lee. It will be dangerous, extremely dangerous for them as well as The Krazac. But we cannot sit idly by and allow She Who Has No Name to feel as though she is beyond our powers. A smile crept across The Queen’s face.

Yes, that won’t be bad at all. What a blow for her to find out others have powers she does not and were able to take back what wasn’t hers to take.

Both The Seer and The Queen smiled as they laid out the plan The Seer had pulled together in a short amount of time.

The question I have is: who should be the one to tell, no, ask Rose if she would agree to such a dangerous task? Should things go wrong, oh, mercy, I can’t even allow those thoughts to cross my mind. The Seer looked at The Queen for a suggestion or thought on who was best qualified to ask Rose.

Oh, I don’t have to spend another second thinking about it. It has to be Benjamin. There is a closeness they have for each other. She respects him so much for what he has done and is trying to do. She never hesitated or blinked an eye when he asked her to use The Krazac to ferry supplies to rebuild The Great City.

The Seer interrupted, Oh yes, how true. Their bond does run deep. Would you do the honor of summoning Benjamin? Undoubtedly, this is a very different but vital quest for all of us.

It would be my honor. It is always nice to see him continue to grow as he comes forth on his calling. What seems like years for him is nothing more than a twinkling of the eye for us. Your words could not be truer; this is a vital quest for all of us!

The Seer turned from his Mirror of Time to take a seat. He commenced pulling the plan together, preparing to save Key-Lee from whatever plans She Who Has No Name may have conjured up. The Seer needed to allow Queen RhiAnne to use her skills, to help Rose bring Kay-Lee home. Where she was being held was not exactly clear to him. He could see her, but it was a bit confusing where. Still, he was quite confident The Krazac would know exactly where to go.

Kay-Lee attempted to get herself into a comfortable position. The small confines of her room made it difficult. Her bed, barely large enough for her, the lights dim, no windows and a door that opened at the bottom for them to stuff her food through.

"How long have I been here?

Why am I being held in such a small room?

Why did they bring me here?

Who are they?"

The questions could go on and on, and Kay-Lee saw no sense in asking herself the same questions over and over. More important was finding a way to get out of here, wherever here is. She closely