“Further Adventures – Bigfoot (Part 3)” by Randy Long

[The newest Randy Long adventure continues! If you haven’t read Part 1 or Part 2 yet, I’d advise you read those sections first. If you’re already caught up, or you’re a BRAVE SOUL looking to hop right into the fray, then let’s continue!!! —RFY]

I talked with some of the townspeople, and they were all glad that the King sent a platoon. He sent enough to get the town back into good shape. The townsfolk told the Army what the bandits looked like, and the Army left enough soldiers to protect the town in case the bandits came back. The soldiers decided to dress like townspeople.

I saw Hamin. He thanked me, and I went back to the Castle. King Lomax was happy to hear that his people were fine. I was glad to be back with my wife.

I asked the King what kind of animals they had on their world. Most of the animals were the same as we have, plus a few others. I asked if they had dragons, and he said yes, but there weren’t that many left. They stayed mostly in the outer parts of the realm. He said they had been hunted almost to extinction, but the King said it was illegal to kill dragons, now. Anyone caught killing a dragon forfeits his life.

I asked if he knew of any doorways that left his world, and if so, where they went.

He said he knew of the doorway to The Grays.

“Grays?” I ask?

“They are a strange people with technology beyond belief. They fly in machines and are strange beings—male and female in one.” He said, “It isn’t safe to go to The Grays’ world. There world is called Oneder. They experiment on others from different worlds. I wouldn’t go there. There is another doorway on the other side of the Five Realms at the edge of my Kingdom, on the outermost rim near the dragon’s lair,” King Lomax said.

“How can we get there?” I asked.

“I will send five of my most trusted guards with you on royal horses. You can be there tomorrow. If you didn’t have the royal horses, it would take you a month to get there!”

“And that doorway, where does that one go?

“It goes to the most ancient of planets. It has doorways from other planets and people, ships, and other things just appear all over that planet. This planet is called The Hidden Doorways. One of the doorways there is from your planet, the Triangle Door,” he said.

The planet has people from many other planets that got pulled through the doorways and then couldn’t get home.

King Lomax wished us the best of luck. He told us to keep the Royal Horses. He said they would help us along the way and help us to get home.

“Thank you, King Lomax,” we said.

We left and went through the doorway to the Hidden Doorway planet. We marked the doorway, so we knew how to leave. Beyond the doorway, the first thing we saw was a World War II plane wedged between to large rocks, but no one was around. I made sure we’d marked the doorway, not that I would forget that plane. I also wrote everything down in my journal and drew a roadmap of where we’d been.

We’d been there for one day and one night already, but we’d seen no signs of life, but relics from different eras. Ships and planes that had been lost in the Bermuda Triangle, they were there.

Three days had gone by when we finally saw what appeared to be a town in the distance. We rode up on the horses, and in the town, we found what appeared to be the people from the planes and ships that had been marooned there, from different times.

The first person we met said, “You’re new here. My name is Roger. Last thing I remember is fighting Germans in a Spitfire plane. Next thing I knew, I was here.” All the town’s people were from different times.

I told him, “We were riding our horses, and then were here.” I thought it was best that he didn’t know how we actually got there just yet. He looked to be about 30, but he said he’d been there for around 75 or 80 years. He said that as soon as he got there he stopped aging.

“We miss our families, but by now, they were probably all gone. Did we win the war? You are Americans, right?”

“Yes, and yes we won the war. The year is 2018 now. It seems like we’ve been gone from home for years. Have you traveled around this world? Are there native people here? Are they human? How do you fee yourselves?”

He replied, “Hunting, fishing, and farming. The native people left libraries in the towns, and most left. They looked human, but they were far more intelligent. They could speak without moving their lips. They talked to each other, but you would hear them in your head. Telepathic.”

Roger said he had traveled around. Each town was left by the native people. Most native people were gone now, but they left libraries with information on how to survive. They told us where to stay away from because things drop out of the sky. They said what kind of animals there are, which are predators, and to not go in the ocean because there are sea creatures there. There are some other dangerous creatures, but they stay in the outer regions.

“I’ll tell you about them later,” Roger said. “Do you have any weapons?”

I said, “Yes, I have a broadsword and bow and arrows.”

“Do you have a gun?”

I said yes, but no bullets.

Roger said, “What size?” I answered 9mm. He said, “I think we can do something about that. We got ammo. There’s no crime rate here, but there is a creature in the deep woods called a Sonar. It has very weak eyes, but like its name suggests it has others senses to see with that give it an advantage. It doesn’t matter if it’s daylight or dark, it can still see. It looks like a rabbit, but it’s mean as Hell and stands on two legs. It’s also the size of a bear.

The people here are all pretty mild mannered.

Roger said once his plane came through the doorway in the sky, it wouldn’t run anymore, like there’s something on this planet that won’t let motors run. “That’s how we get trapped here,” he said.

I said, “There must be something that keeps the motors from running and something that attracts objects to this planet. We need to find what it is.”

We had a new QUEST on the Hidden Doorway planet.

—Randy Long


About richardfyates

Compulsive creator of the bizarre and absurd. (Artist, writer, poet, provocateur...)
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