Wednesday, May 31, 2023
Welcome to my sanctuary in the fictional town called Atonement. I have two novels and a small collection of short stories set in this town. Doors afficionados might not have visited this place yet, but I hope you will for this “short story.” It’s actually an episode of my blog serial. However, it’s all about the background of a new villain as well as the “hows” of some of the magic of the town.
A certain bar has been mentioned in all those books, and my serial. You’re seeing this episode today rather than on the weekend because there’s so much I want to tell about the Rowdy Rooster, its new owner, and the trouble that awaits my characters inside that saloon. So, I decided to use some of it as another response for Dan Antion’s Thursday Doors Writing Challenge. I believe the story will stand on its own for those who have not followed the serial. The photo Dan offered for inspiration quickly became my vision of the outside of the large bar..
Atonement in Zugzwang
Episode 13, part 1
Old Green Eyes
By Teagan Ríordáin Geneviene
With the brown spot on his hip and the long-healed split at the top of one ear, Moccus was a tattered looking otherworldly pig. Cleaning himself up didn’t change that, much to the dismay of some who knew him.
He was also a prankster, but secretly heroic… and utterly stubborn. Undeterred by the fright that he, along with Deme and Honeybell, had gotten outside the Rowdy Rooster Saloon, Moccus circled back. After all, that would be the last thing anyone would expect of him.
I’ve got to know if the barber pole is there. If Old Green Eyes has it… his thoughts trailed into an abyss of horror upon imagining the powerful artifact in evil hands.
No one knows how the magic of the barber pole came to be, or exactly how it protects Atonement. But at minimum the pole has stopped revolving. We’ve either got to start it turning again soon, or find another means of renewing the barrier around Atonement that prevents the worst of the supernaturals from entering.
Salty Riley found the pole the other time it went missing, though he had no idea what he was messing with. When I reanimate his body and walk him around the perimeter it helps, but it’s taking me too long. He walks too slow, Moccus thought, snuffling in frustration as he ran.
Soon he was within sight of the erstwhile scrap metal refinery. The three-story brick building was built before the American Civil War. It also stood upon a ley line that was designated neutral ground eons before that. After a century existing as a factory and then as the refinery, the building had been remodeled as a country-western bar.
Some of the power of the ley line had seeped into the bricks. Mocus suspected those remnants of power were what attracted Leonidas Gathright, or Old Green Eyes, to the bar.
He paused, looking at the building. Even at that distance, he could feel the tension that emanated from the place. Moccus snorted when a pang of fear poked him.
Honeybell would be grunting about the fact that the longstanding agreement that the bar remain neutral ground had been violated, he thought. Honeybell sure loves rules.
To Moccus, however, rules meant little. What actually did concern him was the fact that at least half the merrymakers inside the saloon were other than human. It was dangerous for that many supernaturals to congregate with humans.
Some of the creatures must have traveled for hundreds of miles. Maybe thousands, he amended his pondering when he thought of the biker who almost ran them down.
“That has to be Kapros, the Erymanthian Boar. He’s strong… maybe as strong as Bheema,” he grunted aloud. “But he’s rebellious, and he snorts at authority. Bheema might be able to take advantage of that. Although the female rider… If she’s what I suspect she is, then she’s definitely more dangerous than Kapros.”
Grunting, Moccus pushed sown his fears. The place he sought should be nearby. After a moment of rooting around he found it. The bars of the disused storm drain were just far enough apart for him to squeeze through. From there, he could make his way to a tunnel that let out at the basement of the Rowdy Rooster.
“If Old Green Eyes has the barber pole artifact, that’s where he would keep it. With the basement embedded in the soil of the ley line, that would make it easier for him to use the artifact, otherwise the pole’s magic would be resistant to his corrupted elemental energy,” he snorted.
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Darting through the tunnels, soon Moccus was inside the basement of the Rowdy Rooster. Country music could easily be heard from the barroom above, as could whooping shouts. However, the tone of the voices was different than it had been in the past. Some were overly aggressive, while, for a saloon, others were oddly subdued.
Something is wrong with the crowd. It’s more than just the number of supernaturals. There’s something else… he thought.
Moccus felt the vibration of dancing feet on the floor above him — dancing and leaping. A chill crept down his spine all the way to his twisty tail. The memory of the rank of opposing pawns on Salty Riley’s chessboard flashed into the little pig’s mind. He hoped the dancers were not what he suspected.
“Got to be quick. Where would the artifact be?” he grunted, casting his bluer-than-blue eyes around the basement, and seeing dozens of places where a barber pole could be stashed. “But no… the question is where would Leonidas Gathright hide it?”
A sharp squeak came from the door at the top of the stairs as it slowly opened. Moccus knew he must hide. He had to cover himself, because in the gloom of the basement he glowed.
The small pig’s eyes fell on a huge antique grandfather clock. He was small enough that he could hide inside. Moccus paused. Abruptly he had a hunch about that clock, and he headed as far away from it as he could get.
Spotting an old tarp, he grabbed it in his teeth and dragged it to a corner where crates of mismatched sizes were awkwardly stacked. If not for his radiance, he could have easily hidden there. Moccus tossed the cloth into the air as he leapt into the small, secluded corner. The tarp settled around him as it came to the floor.
An instant later he heard two voices and the tread of people coming down the stairs.
“I haven’t seen you since…” a gruff voice began. “What was it, 1984? In San Ysidro, California. Man! You were looking strong. Plenty to feast on, huh?”
“San Ysidro. That brings back memories,” replied Leonidas Gathright. “Back then, 27 killed and 20 wounded was a feast to remember. Now, in this millennium, it’s just another delicious day. Ah but the battle that anchored me to this plane,” he paused, kissing his fingers like a chef, and savoring the memory before continuing.
“I’ve heard that the blood and violence of the Battle of Chickamauga was what created you?” the gruff voice remarked. “But you’re an elemental. You’ve got to be a lot older than that. When were you born? In the days of the Cherokee?” he went on, but the tone changed. “Nah, farther back than that. You go all the way back to the Mound Builders, don’t you?”
“Ah, Chickamauga. Even the name stirs my appetite. 16,170 Union and 18,454 Confederate casualties. You know, they used a two-story house for a hospital. There were so many mangled bodies that the women who had to take on the task of doctoring, they were throwing amputated arms and legs out of a window, dropping them into wagons below. Wagon after wagon…”
“And to drink from Bloody Pond. There was nothing like the taste! There wasn’t a lot of water near the battlefield. The ground all around the pond was spongy with blood and gore. It was so littered with corpses of men and horses that the water was like blood. But it was the ones who crawled there for their last drink that made it so sweet. You know, that pond still runs red sometimes even now,” Gathright finished.
Moccus heard the sound of a safe opening. It was followed by soft rustles and mumbled counting.
“Here’s your payment. Keep an eye on the town, but don’t go inside the boundary. Not yet anyhow,” Gathright said with a leer in his tone that made the other man chuckle.
“But I’m human. I can just stroll right down main street,” the gruff man commented.
“Yeah, but they aren’t stupid. Trust me, they’d figure you out. Don’t do anything I don’t tell you to do. Is that clear?” Gathright stated flatly. “Let me know immediately if you see anything unusual. And keep the creatures coming here to the bar. Do that and I’ll give you double wages next time.”
A set of heavy footsteps tromped up the stairs. Lighter footfalls moved only a few steps. The soft click of a panel opening reached is sensitive ears. Movement stopped, but he could hear Old Green Eyes breathing. He could feel smug satisfaction from all the way across the basement.
Then he heard the metal wheels and springs of a clock being wound. The panel clicked shut. There was a hesitation, but the light footsteps traveled up the stairs.
Moccus made himself remain perfectly still for a full five minutes before he came out of hiding. He hurried to the spot where Gathright and the human man had been.
He looked consideringly at the safe. Moccus snuffled quietly as he thought.
No. Old Green Eyes wouldn’t use something modern. He would doubt this high tech safe, Moccus decided. The clock however…
Pressing his snout against the front panel of the grandfather clock so there would be no sound, Moccus opened it. As the panel moved, he pressed his teeth down on his tongue, to make sure he didn’t snort or grunt when he saw what he hoped was inside.
The barber pole — yes! he thought. But I’ll never be able to carry it alone. I wish Deme was here. No, no I don’t. This is much too dangerous to involve her.
His twisty tail wriggled anxiously as he considered how to proceed.
The orb. I can manage a ball that size. If I take the orb, they won’t be able to use the power of the barber pole. But no… I might ruin the whole artifact if I remove the orb… Still that would be better than Green Eyes and his master getting the power of the artifact.
Glowing in the darkness of the basement, Moccus made short work of disconnecting the orb. Its radiance was considerably brighter than that of the otherworldly pigs. He wrapped it in a handkerchief, which dampened the luminosity and helped him carry the orb.
Moccus skuttled away, running faster than his hooves had ever carried him.
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The end
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Join me and my featured guest, John W. Howell next time for part 2 of episode 12 of Atonement in Zugzwang. Read free every weekend. Friendly comments are encouraged.
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The Atonement Series
Atonement, Tennessee
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Also in Spanish, translated by Olga Núñez Miret! The title for the Spanish-speaking market is Expiación y Magia
Atonement in Bloom
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The Glowing Pigs, Snort Stories of Atonement, Tennessee
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Fantastic, Teagan
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Thanks for visiting, Toni. Hugs.
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Moccus is so brave. I love how the pigs are taking such a lead role in the story, Teagan. And Gathright is one scary fellow! One more to go ….
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Hi, Diana. Thanks about the pigs. I really didn’t expect them to show up so often… maybe once every few chapters. Such is pantsering. I’m afraid Moccus might become my Mercutio — but I could never make the decision that Shakespeare made. LOL. Thanks for reading and commenting. Hugs.
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He’s turned out to be quite a lovable character after a sketchy start.
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Yay for Moccus! He’s a smart pig. This Gathright guy sounds like bad news.
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We’ll see more of Gathright at midnight tonight. Thanks for reading and commenting, Teri. Hugs.
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Moccus is one smart cookie, Teagan. I’m not entirely sure about green eyes yet. Will he be the villain or the hero? My jury is still out.
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Hmmm… considering the circumstances that anchored Green Eyes to this world, I doubt that he has any redeeming qualities.
He is (or at least began as) an elemental. Based on how he described the battle, he would be an earth, or maybe water elemental.
However… maybe his backstory is more complex than we know, and he could be homunculus (which would require some alchemy on the part of some unknown person).
Like everything else in these serials, more about Leonidas Gathright can grow or change depending on the inspiration of the random reader things. Thanks for pondering with me, Robbie. Hugs.
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Fantastic story Teagan. Your serial stories are doing awesome. Lovely photo taken for the challenge 😊😊😊
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Thanks so much, Kamal. Yes, Dan finds some wonderful buildings to photograph for the Thursday Doors challenge. I’m happy that you opened this door. Hugs.
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Always welcome dear Teagan. Such a pleasure in opening doors. Hugs and love to you too ❣️
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Fabulous!
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Thanks for opening this door, Jennie. Have a fantastic Friday and weekend. Hugs.
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Thanks, Teagan. You, too! 💕
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Basements are useful for many things…(K)
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😀 For many things and for many creatures. 😉 Thanks for reading and commenting, Kerfe. Hugs.
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Loved this- and I will never ever look at a barber pole the same again!
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Haha. Let me know if you see one rotating the wrong way. Thanks for reading and commenting, Noelle. Hugs.
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Fabulous episode!
Otherworldly, yes, but I feel the pigs are of this world just as much.
They’ve become almost human.
See you on the weekend, Teagan!
I like Dan’s pic, and it has an interesting door!
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Hi Resa. I’m happy you enjoyed this. I appreciate you for having always supported the glowing pigs. Have a fabulous weekend. Hugs
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HUGS!
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Great episode, Teagan 🙂 I would have been terrified hiding in that clock with those two in the basement with me! Hugs xo
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Thanks for visiting, Denise. Hugs winging back to you.
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Wow. What an episode. Your Chickamauga recap was chilling. Pretty clever of Moccus to take the orb instead of trying to wrestle the whole pole. Super stuff, Teagan.
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I blush Thank you, John. That means so very much to me. (I’m emailing you the rest of my comment, details I don’t want to share publicly.)
Maybe the orb will turn out to have some unexpected powers of its own. I appreciate you reading and commenting. Hugs.
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Thanks for the e-mail. Caused me to revisit family memories
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Keeping us in suspense, eh?
Perhaps I should have turned this pole upside-down?
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Applesauce! I wonder what that would cause… Careful, GP. You never know where a chance remark will take this story! LOL. Thanks for spending extra time here with this bonus episode. Hugs.
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I hope the pole wasn’t too large. Was it still turning?
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Oops… The turning is an important detail that I overlooked, GP — as I didn’t state whether it was turning. Thanks for reminding me. I should probably clarify the next time the story visits the pigs.
Moccus had assumed that the pole had not been rotating because he can tell that the protection is fading. We also already know that if it does not start rotating again soon, that part of the town’s protection will end.
However, since Atonement and everyone in it has not turned evil, we at least know that Green Eyes had not managed to get it to turn counterclockwise.
Moccus did not take the pole, just the orb because the pole was too much for him to manage alone.
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A detail I had forgotten.
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Another beautiful episode, and lovely images, both yours and Dan Antion’s
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I’m glad you enjoyed it, Luisa. Thanks for opening this door. Hugs.
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You’re highly welcome, dear friend 🤗😘💖
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A great photo from Dan, great images, and another intriguing episode, Teagan. Moccus is quite daring, and now everything he was doing makes more sense. He isn’t a naughty piglet, he is quite the hero. And the baddy… I worry more about what the girls will find inside the bar after this episode. Thanks, Teagan!
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I’m sure Moccus will continue to mix some naughtiness with heroics, Olga. 😉
Thanks about the bad buy. I sort of creeped out myself with him. LOL. Have a splendid rest of the week. Hugs.
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A very brave little pig! Fab episode!
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He’s quite a risk-taker, Fraggle. Thanks for opening this door. Hugs.
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Moccus is a very special piglet, I hope he does well in this story…
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He does threaten to take over the story whenever he shows up. LOL. I guess he’s my “Mercutio”. But unlike Shakespeare, I won’t be able to just kill him off. 🙂 Thanks for opening this door. Hugs.
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Don’t you dare! He’s so cute…
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❤ LOL. Never fear.
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Reblogged this on Chris The Story Reading Ape's Blog and commented:
Where did Moccus go? What is he up to? Find out in this episode…
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Adored Ape, many thanks for sharing this extra episode from your tree house. I see that several of your readers visited. Hugs.
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Glad to hear it, Teagan 🦍🤗❤️❤️🤗🦍
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Your images alone are so amazing Teagan!!! ❣️
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Thanks, Cindy. I usually do put a lot of work into them. Old Green Eyes playing chess has more parts than you might imagine. Have a good rest of the week. Hugs.
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That is a special skill alright! 💞
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Fascinating and tantalizing. That is one fearless pig!
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Thanks, Pat. I’ve tried to give each of the pigs distinctly different personalities. Hugs.
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This episode was terrifying! (I could have nightmares about Old Green Eyes.) I sure hope our Moccus doesn’t end up on a platter as pork belly with cracklin’s.
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It is definitely a freaky urban legend, Liz. Hopefully Moccus can get a handle on his risk-taking. The otherworldly pigs don’t have much in the way of magical powers. It’s a good thing he’s fast. Hugs.
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I’m looking forward to the next installment!
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Excellent story, Teagan. It stands alone very well, but as a follower of the serial story, I am very happy to read this. Initially, I was skeptical of Moccus, but I’m starting to admire this glowing pig.
Thanks for another story for the challenge, and thanks so much for using one of my doors. I hope you have a nice night.
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That’s good feedback about Moccus, Dan. Thanks very much. I intended for readers to be at least uncertain about him at first, and then gradually form an opinion. I’m pleased to know that worked out.
It’s a good night. I hope yours is/was too. Hugs.
I appreciate you offering that photo for the challenge. It really is evocative.
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I’m glad you chose that photo. And your approach to Moccus has worked well with me.
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