Glorieon: Harvest Season

By James Hall

A riveting fantasy about fallen angels who rebelled since the beginning of time. An untold story of a wingless entity arriving on Earth to awaken a tree in hibernation. A mysterious girl grows up in the wilderness among flora and fauna. Her innocence limits her perception of the worldly domain. She dwells in a place where the folds of space do not hold onto time. Her adventures bring her through the various ecosystems in search of divine purpose. Many of the forest inhabitants conceal their true identity. Since the beginning of time, a few rebellious angels remained in the far reaches of the universe. Ancient tribes once wrote about such planets that got buried in Earth's history. Forbidden scrolls and lost tribes await her destiny. A strange encounter with a peculiar divine orb gives rise to cosmic flight.

Near the Persian Gulf, a forgotten riverbed leads toward a sleeping tree beneath holy soils. The mystery of black energy restricts man from opening wormholes to connecting galaxies. Such is the angelic power that bears a key for safe passage through black holes. Glorieon has awakened the tree that sounds like a heart-pumping river of life. Leapfrogging across galaxies brings home cryogenic vessels filled with precious entities teeming with renewed hope. The tree's once forbidden apple has opened man's eyes to the dawn of self-awareness. Darkness has taught us all to believe in something greater than ourselves. The soul shall rise again through faith to grow back its cosmic wings. Many astronomers and ocean-bearing captains have reported mysterious-looking orbs sighting for eons.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Fulton Books, Inc.
• Release date: Jul 22, 2021
• ISBN: 9781638600428

James Hall

JAMES W. HALL is an Edgar and Shamus Award-winning author whose books have been translated into a dozen languages. He divides his time between South Florida and North Carolina.

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Glorieon

Harvest Season

James Hall

Copyright © 2021 James Hall

All rights reserved

First Edition

Fulton Books, Inc.

Meadville, PA

Published by Fulton Books 2021

ISBN 978-1-63860-041-1 (paperback)

ISBN 978-1-63860-042-8 (digital)

Printed in the United States of America

Table of Contents

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 1

Our bedtime stories had always brought us together in places of time and travel. I’d always looked forward to the ritual of gathering my curious little bundles for such a venture. Waiting was a tub filled with warm bubbles grown into a sea of fluffy clouds. Below its warm misting waterfall formed a whiten valley. Such a place could soothe even the most untamed creatures. Following was the game of hiding and seeking two foraging resistant weasels. They finally surrendered to the water-filled basin and swam like dolphins. The presence of soap soon burned off the hovering clouds and left them squeaky clean. The sea captain then cast a fishing net over the shivering dolphins and rendering them warm and dry.

There was something very comforting about seeing them at peace in cotton-down pajamas. Calm finally settled upon the room as we prepared to seek shelter in one of two tiny beds. Emily, my older daughter, hungered like an apprentice eager to learn the tales of legends. Her big blue eyes and devilish smile melted away the worries of any heartfelt soul. She fosters the gift to foresee future events before deploying her hidden talents. Kaylie, the younger stargazer, enjoyed snuggling when traveling through the lands of imagination. Her large brown eyes and Eskimo-like face radiated warmth into the room. Human connections and artful abilities both shone and laid dormant in her future. The combinations of these precious memories and unique personalities were close in heart. It was in this whisper of time we found ourselves imagining a beautiful meadow among a sea of wildflowers.

It was an early summer morning with the air fragranced in balsam. The trees that bordered the meadow were of friendly faces. Among them stood families of oaks, elms, maples, birch, cedar, and balsam. The field hosted a sea of goldenrod and wildflowers that carpeted the rolling hills. The sun’s warming rays danced images of glitter on the morning dew as the trees swayed in harmony. The first signs of life arose from the cedar trees as chickadees celebrated the promise of a new day. Sparrows scurried below for small insects and seeds. Others stayed perched high in the trees to groom their feathers. Within a few moments, the festival was over, leaving only their distant singing voices. As the sun ascended, the evening shadows sought refuge back in the coolest of the evergreens.

Other life forms soon emerged from hiding. A bobcat was making his way down to a nearby brook that ran through the forest. He leaped out onto a large rock in the middle of the stream to taste the crisp spring water. The stream sounds were pleasing to the cat while he sat and groomed in the morning’s sun. Small pools of standing water displayed water striders skimming the stream edges. A tree in the distance echoed its death as it tumbled to the ground, which startled the cat. As calm returned, the sleek, speckle, sharp-ear cat had vanished back into the wilderness. The sun finally settled into a deep blue sea, rendering only a few wandering fluffy clouds. A downward breeze crept in from the north and began sweeping the forest trees in a rhythmic pattern.

The trees sounded like an orchestra of violins playing classical music. The wind united their limbs in a swaying motion. Dandelion seeds floated about that looked like a late spring snow shower. Foliage that carpeted the forest grounds revealed a playful family of gray squirrels. They scrambled through the leaves with boundless energy. They stopped to fill their pouches with nuts in preparation for the months ahead. Afterward, they went back into the trees for midmorning naps. It was here we saw this magnificent weeping willow tree. It resembled that of a gigantic umbrella. Our imaginations grew more curious as we drifted into the land of myths and legends.

The forest’s flora and fauna watched this fiery-looking sphere skimming along Earth’s sky. It radiated like a lighthouse attempting to call back home its lost souls. It broke free of the heavens and descended in defiance of Earth’s gravity. A sea of fog engulfed the landscape as the sphere came to rest in the nearby foothills. The morning sun soon persuaded the fog to transpose itself into an array of fine water crystals. They formed into a rainbowlike aura that welcomed the sphere. The sphere makes a low-pitch hum that sounded like whales reaching their spawning grounds. The orb-like object was glowing as it pulsed an array of soft yellowish colors. A wormhole-like door then opened from the sphere.

A vortex appeared as this semiabstract transparent figure emerged from its source. It was defiant of gravity as it descended from this cosmic spectrum. The entity appeared cloaked in a field of black energy concealing its origins. It generated an ultraviolet aura that only the wilderness could witness. It looked like a distant silhouette moving above the ground. Soon, the sphere ascended back into the troposphere like an eagle soaring into the morning’s sun. It soon vanished into thin air, leaving no further evidence of its once’s visible light. As this entity grew closer within our vision, we could see it was of an unknown origin. It stopped along the way to admire the beauty of the land. Flowering plants blossomed in groves around this wondrous figure. It had the skills of a gardener awakening its meadow of hibernating descendants.

The entity came to rest, hovering above the middle of the meadow. A cloud formation began to migrate in from the Northern Hemisphere. It swept down from the heavens and blanketed the ground in this thin mystic layer of green glowing fog. The entity became engulfed in this cosmic substance as it spun into a cocoon. A burst of gamma rays shot out from within and burned brighter than the sun into a rainbow of colors. This entity had transformed itself into a seedling. A network of roots and vine-like tentacles began to migrate out toward the moist soil. Once rooted, the cocoon germinated into a ripened pod that spored a new form thirsting for life. As the entity descended back to the ground, a figure reemerged from the pod. The figure appeared to resemble that of a young biogenic girl. Her anatomy hosted a complex network of intertwined microscopic vines and roots. Together, they made her skin appear waxy with a green pigment. She bore an oblong face and extended neck. Her long sunburst hair floated in the prevailing wind. Most striking was her mantis-like eyes that sparkled like a sea of emeralds. This transformed figure had evolved into an immortal being.

She wore a simple gown made from stardust fabrics. It captured her very essence in a spectrum of greenish translucent colors. Her footwear consisted of birchwood twine and stuffed with seeded cotton. She skipped along this mystical footpath. Assorted plants continued to germinate by the thousands in her divine presence. She stopped once in a while to enjoy the fragrance of wildflowers that peppered this landscape. This wonderland was teeming with swallowtail butterflies, bumblebees, and ruby-throated hummingbirds. They were all busy harvesting the sweet nectar. The girl’s innocence most definitely became noticeable by the wilderness’s inhabitants. New sounds emerged that caught the girl’s attention.

As she walked further into the meadow, only the wilderness could feel such a divine presence. Forest trees and plants swayed in a rhythmic motion to welcome this mosaic force. Nature in harmony sang and held to heart the endless boundaries of life’s restoration. The wandering girl took notice of the field’s commotion. She felt their joyous cries and decided to aspire to their celebration. She then gravitated herself above the ground to recognize their cries. Holding her arms out, she rotated in such momentum that generated a rainbow of colors. The forest’s flora and fauna became mesmerized by such a powerful sight. It blanketed the entire meadow with an indescribable type of divine intervention. Her unselfish admission had quenched their longing thirst for renewed faith. As she descended back to solid ground, they all started to rejoice in song and dance. The cheerful sounds faded back into the wind seen rustling through the trees. The wilderness welcomed renewed preservation and restoration. Her divine purpose was to recultivate these once forgotten ancient soils.

Curiosity soon caught her attention to a gathering of butterflies. A tiger swallowtail departed from its band of gypsies and landed upon her right shoulder. It appeared fearless and delighted in her presence. The little girl became so intrigued by this winged creature of flight.

My, my, you’re such a beautiful creature of flight, the girl said.

Welcome to our realm where we hold no sense of time or scale, the swallowtail replied.

Baffled by the butterfly’s comment, she said, I don’t understand?

Indeed, my curious friend. Such young eyes must first travel through the testimony of time. Both patience and perseverance will be your guide in finding such enlightenment.

Before she could ask another question, the butterfly rejoined its band of gypsies.

She became distracted by the meandering footpath peppered with a sea of daisies. Toward the middle of the field, she stopped to admire this great standing weeping willow. The hundred-foot-tall tree displayed long-arching green stems and lanced-shaped leaves. Its grounds hosted orange lilies, purple irises, and red trumpet creepers. Faint sounds of whimpering reverberated from its roots. She felt a divine purpose standing before the magnificent tree.

The girl stood motionless as if mesmerized by the tree’s emotions. She decided to take off her organic sandals and walked barefoot over to the tree. The cool thick grass formed tiny water bubbles between her toes that brought much joy to the girl. The tree’s innocence had drawn her into its refuge. She parted the draped slender stems and sat beneath its canapé. Sitting there, she watched the sun glimmer through its swaying vines. She thought about what the tiger swallowtail had said about no sense of time or measurable scale. Her presence had awoken the tree from its deep hibernation. The tree started to glow a vibrant green. She felt the tree’s once whimpering voice subside in the cool shade of its dancing leaves.

Soon, two dragonflies zoomed in and began to hover above her ten little exposed toes. The girl started to giggle with the tingling of these fuzzy little creatures. She then welcomed them by extending out one of her hands. As they landed, they revealed colors of blue and green with two pairs of transparent wings. These fairylike creatures appeared to be at ease in the girl’s divine presence.

How do such playful little creatures cherish such a short life cycle?

Young eyes have limited perception in a worldly domain. Our realm evolves on a different cosmic plain.

How peculiar these timescales must be that deceive my eyes?

Peculiar is our way of life. The realm of folding space is like a moment passing through centuries.

I can’t fathom such a space that’s not bounded by time.

My curious friend, your gifted eyes have the privilege to see beyond the Earth. Such insight one day will enlighten the entire physical realm.

Before the girl could respond, the dragonflies disappeared out of sight. Once again, she pondered over these peculiar riddles. Her subconscious consumed such knowledge that heightens her awareness.

The wind’s rhythmic charm caressed the girl into an afternoon slumber. Nature’s orchestra tranquilized her as the hours passed like minutes beneath the trees. She awoke startled later that day to see this lonely sparrow flying across from a nearby meadow. The bird perched atop the trees charted the coming of summer’s eve. Tears flowed from the sparrow eyes that formed into a rainbow of reddish skies.

The sparrow then called out, The peace of the day has swept you away, not meaning to bear you any harm.

As the wind faded, early evening now settled upon the land. The sparrow then took flight as it tried to lose its trailing shadow. The once yellow radiance of the sun had turned into a soft, orange-amber glow. Soon, the shadows reemerged from their forested hiding places. New sounds arose from the forest that chanted the coming of nightfall. A hawk circled high above the tree lines. It searched for field mice scurrying about through the tunnels of tall grass. Other creatures, such as a raccoon, skunk, and porcupine, entered into the open meadow. Many of the daytime animals now took refuge inside their burrows. Time didn’t seem vital as the little girl stood up to brush off the soil from herself. She moved out from beneath the tree to put back on her organic-wrapped foot ware. Several of the meadow’s foraging animals soon moved in closer to see this majestic little girl. The girl was not aware that she was radiating an aura that resembled that of the northern lights. Only nature’s wilderness could see such a spectrum. Bullfrogs and crickets sounded as the sun began its descent into the western sky. Twilight soon gave way to the misty eve of a starlight sky.

As the girl made her way further into the open meadow, the forest’s flora and fauna began to sing once again. They knew the girl had a divine purpose and held to heart her unspoken love for nature. The charmed girl’s emerald eyes turned into ultraviolet light. The flora began to outgas this phosphor-like substance in an array of bioluminescence. In a sea of spectacular colors, they swayed in harmony. The girl started to giggle to see such a wonderful sight. Soon, these mythical flickers of lights congregated in clouds over the meadow. Fireflies emerged performing their nightly mating ritual. They appeared as swarming chandeliers dancing in the stillness of the night. In utter excitement, she started chasing the thousands of busy little lights. A nearby skunk, raccoon, and porcupine soon joined in the festival. They were all tripping over and laughing as they chased the scattering of fireflies. Soon, the tiny lights dispersed out of sight, leaving only their memories. They came to rest next to an old fallen tree trunk. Catching their breath, they were full of smiles among new friends.

What a delightful night, the girl said.

Indeed, the skunk, raccoon, and porcupine replied.

These creatures were so intrigued by this extraordinary little fearless spirit.

When the excitement had ended, they looked up into the heavens. It turned out to be a clear night with every star within their reach. Shooting stars painted the sky with gleaming trials of stardust.

The raccoon being curious spoke first and said, My friends and I are so delighted to have such a wonderful guest.

How kind of you. It’s so nice to meet such kindly faces. I so do treasure such moments and memories.

They sighed with such gratitude and gathered closer to her warming presence. The girl smiled with such joy and wanted to know more about her new friends.

The raccoon then was first to introduce himself and said, My name is Bellatrix.

"Nice to meet you, Bellatrix.