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Date Posted: 12:03:43 10/17/00 Tue
Author: Slyck
Subject: Page 5 and 6

control. And Hank Prime felt a weird feeling about him. He thought that he could actually see something swirling in this man's eyes. And, yet, there was something else behind the swirling colors of his eyes. What that something was, Hank Prime could not tell, but he thought it might have something to do with the medallion and tales of it possessing great magical powers.
The muscle man suddenly spoke, in a voice that matched his laugh. It could only be described as a raging wind and broken glass. "Were is the other medallion?"
Hank Prime responded, "Go blow yourself." And he spat in the man's face.
The man roared in anger and reached out and picked up Hank by his neck.
"I'm only going to ask you one more time, puny man. Were is the other medallion?"
Hank Prime just starred into the man's eyes and thought to himself that it was a good thing he had the trunk moved down into the valley were it would go out that morning. He smirked to himself because he had a good idea that it would be safe there because he had seen ancient ruin markings all over the place there. He also didn't get the same evil feeling there that he was getting now from this man.
The man, seeing Hank smirk, mistook that for the wrong answer and proceeded to snap his neck, like snapping a toothpick in half. The now lifeless body dropped to the ground like a sack of wet potatoes and came to rest on top of his wife's body.
As the muscle man starred down at the two mere humans in disgust, he was amazed to see the bodies of Hank and Emily Prime bathed in a bright, iridescent light. With a bright flash of light, the bodies vanished and, whispering on the wind, were these words, "And then they shall be as one, and the foretold prophecy will come to pass. True love lives forever."
The man looked as though he had been injured. He had just witnessed and helped in completing phase two of the ancient prophecy. The man raised his head and screamed long and hard and then he disappeared.
Morning came early for Ted the airmail postman. He knew that today was the day he was dropping off the supplies for Dr. Hank Prime's party. He also knew that they needed those supplies, a.s.a.p. He gulped down his instant coffee and boarded his fully loaded plane for the short trip.
When Ted arrived at the marked field strip, he had to double-check his instructions again. He was supposed to be meeting Dr. Hank Prime at this location, at this time. And, yet, as Ted lowered his logbook and peered over the top of it, all he saw was a trunk and a couple of boxes to be shipped. He saw not a single person.
"Well, son-of-a-gun," Ted mumbled to himself. "It happened again. I suppose I should wait here for a few minutes before moving on."
With that, Ted unloaded to supplies and walked over to the trunk and boxes. As he bent over the trunk, he noticed the address. It read:

TO: Steven Prime
C/O Mr. And Mrs. William McIvory
21452 S. Front Drive
Empire, MI 49630-2145

"That's a darn shame," muttered Ted, "I guess their son is gonna get the news. Poor bastard." And with that, Ted loaded the trunk and boxes in the plane and took off.
Little did Ted know that he was being watched from the bushes. A very interested stranger had a pair of binoculars and saw the one thing he was looking for. The name on the trunk and boxes. Since he wasn't sure which one carried the medallion, he memorized all three names. One, in particular, stuck in his mind. That name was Steven Prime.



BOOK ONE
Spring of Innocence Lost

Chapter One

It was a warm spring day in March and a light breeze was blowing. The sun was shining directly overhead. Steve Prime squinted up at the sun and wiped the sweat off of his forehead. He grabbed the rosin bag and tossed it around in his throwing hand for a few seconds. He was dimly aware of the roar of the crowd. He felt anxious and tense.
"Alright," he said to himself, "It's the bottom of the ninth and the bases are loaded with two outs. This is for all the marbles. Either I strike this guy out and be a hero or he gets a base hit and I'm the chump loser, yet again."
Steve Prime took careful stock of the situation. He was just finishing up his junior year in high school and for the pass two years, his baseball team had always lost in the district championship game. This year was going to be different he had promised himself.
"Time!" yelled the catcher. The umpire called time and Philip Rand went out to the mound to have a talk with his friend.
"Hey," said Philip as he trotted up to Steve. "Everything okay?"
"Yeah," replied Steve. "Just fine."
"Alright then, let's strike this guy out and go celebrate." Said Philip enthusiastically. "He can't lay off of the high fastballs."
"Cool, let's do this, then." Steve said as Philip ran back to home plate.
"Play ball!" shouted the umpire after Philip had gotten back into position.
Steve Prime took his wind up and released a high, rocketing fastball. The batter stood ridged and took a very sloppy swing at the ball.
"Strike!" bellowed the umpire. A huge, approving roar went up from the crowd.
Steve Prime delivered another high, smoking fastball. This time the batter just stood there, like a house on the side of the road.
"Strike two!" yelled the umpire. Another shout of approval rose from the crowd, which was now on its feet.
Steve Prime wound up and hurled another fastball towards home plate. This time, however, he felt something give way in this throwing elbow. The fastball turned into a weak change up and just floated towards home plate. The batter's eyes lit up and he took a hefty cut at the ball. CRACK! The resounding sound of the bat smashing the ball could be heard for miles.
"Oh, crap." Philip said under his breath. He watched as the ball screamed towards the left field three hundred-foot sign. Then the ball started to curve slightly left. The entire crowd held its breath.
"Sweet Jesus, go foul, go foul." Steve Prime whispered as he gripped his now almost useless throwing arm at the elbow.
"Foul ball!" screamed the umpire. A deafening roar went up from the crowd that soon turned to an audible gasp as they saw their pitcher grasping his throwing arm.
"Time!" yelled Philip as he raced towards the mound. The rest of the infield also ran towards the mound with looks of pure terror on their faces.
"Steve, you alright, man?" inquired Todd McIvory, the shortstop and Steve Prime's best friend.
"It's my elbow. I think I pulled something." Steve said painfully.
"We don't have any other pitchers. They're all injured. Do you think you can continue?" asked Philip, concern in his eyes.

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