The Adventures of Kal

An Intrusion in White Island And lo, before the august company could settle down in the selected isle, there soon appeared a creature, somewhat wee. He stayed afar for just a little while. But by and by, he moved in stately style and claimed an area solely as his own. The fence could measure almost half a mile as if he was a lord of some renown. This matter could of course be quickly known; and some would come to him as to confront. He warned them they were standing on his lawn and deemed their questions as a big affront. "Indeed," he asked, "who was so late to come? And tell me, please, which planet are you from?" The Original Bootlicker They thought the musing elf was grandly vain. so puny yet so quick to show disdain. "I was ahead," his favorite refrain. It somehow struck a strange familiar strain. Of late, they were confounded to observe: He made friends with their Chief – ah, what a nerve. Could he such glorious company deserve? And yet the twain would chat with mirth and verve! Soon his gift-giving was in earnest swing as though he had no need for anything. All kinds of fruits and flowers he would bring and lay them at the doorstep of the king. "You are my inspiration," he would say. And that would make the great lord's happy day. The Tutoring by Taugamma The fruits and flow'rs you're leaving by the door are wildly placed, wild as your proffered gifts. But still it's edifying to adore; however done, it teaches and uplifts. You may consider doing some design: say, of a simple circle, square or line. Pursuit of art can make your life sublime. Perhaps you'd love to craft a little rhyme. To learn to learn, you also must unlearn. Perfecting self requires a proper coach. You know the ways of those so proud and stern. Our company is glad at your approach. I cannot answer all your questions now. But time and space a lot of growth allow. The Poetry School of Mai-Terra Kal enrolls in the poetry school of Mai-Terra, a high-ranking officer of the strange visitors, next only to the Ancient One and Taugamma. After teaching them the fine poems of poetry and life in general, the master poet prophesies enigmatically that Lanz would someday look up to his row mate, the diminutive Kal. The Ancient One Explains Himself That which you give shall all return to you. This is the essence of the cosmic law. Though it may take a while, yeah, it is true. But just the same, each one receives his due. To rule an island is about at par With governing a planet or a star. The door to leadership is wide ajar. Start where you are; you need not go afar. There is the home and there's the neighborhood; and there is Life's pervading brotherhood. But who are you? That should be understood. For as you grow, you serve the wider good. Love, will and wisdom are required to rule. Let serving be your aimed reward in full. Wondering Height in White Island The evening star shines brightly in the sky. The lover looks and heaves his fondest sigh. The ages passed since his sweet, sad goodbye: “I shall return! Our flame shall never die!” That flame has kept dark Terra in its place, a speck of dust that hurtles fast in space. He can’t turn back nor many steps retrace: “I shall succeed! I trust in Alpha’s grace!" What sort of soul, what kind of being this to leave his love and all that’s dearly his? To serve unfazed when everything’s amiss! And be content to blow a starry kiss! O Ancient One, you are truly so admired! O Ancient One, I am truly so inspired! A Big Joke on a Small Jack The mighty cosmic lords were called to meet in distant Sirius, high above the clouds. The king consulted the assembled crowds, intending his report to be complete. The wags around would earnestly entreat that their beloved elf be made a part of the official team to soon depart: It was a joke nobody would forget. "The little one should have his little say," the pranksters seriously argued en masse. "He is an expert in his little way. For after all, he was ahead of us." The Ancient One, in good faith, soon agreed. 'Twas how the fate of cosmos was decreed. The Woman Behind Kal 'Tis said that Kal and what he has become is merely due to fateful accidents; that he was at the right place when events of vital import happened, and then some But luck cannot account for all the sum of his rare adventures. There is no chance that things just happened by mere happenstance. There must be Wisdom where they're coming from. A daring gnome would fall upon mischance more so if reckless, which is worrisome. Nor snatch a role -- transcendent, large and plum beyond the reach of elves and fairy plans. Somebody guided him, who cast a glance upon this hapless gnome who thirst for Truth and Justice for the earth despite his youth, and taught him lessons in the Cosmic Dance. A Sparse and Strange Gallery of Suspects Poor Zannat, island king! because of Kal, he was suspected of a nasty plot. And for a time, he bore that Serius blot which, pinned on him, is quite unnatural. For he's a being of the noblest kind; his thoughts and deeds are marked by innocence. He is incapable of insolence; his gentleness is well-known and -defined. In any case, the Council has devised a circuitous procedure to dispose the curious case of Kal who broke no laws but shamed the High Lords, shockingly chastised. Eventually, suspicions would befall a most unlikely figure 'neath the Sky: for little Kal to be so bold and sly, she must have coached him, breaking protocol. But High Lords wouldn't dare to cross her path. 'Mongst gods and men, the Mother is revered. As for the Rebel Angels, she is feared for her occasional volcanic wrath. The Challenge that Shook the Heavens What were the faults of my poor little race that we are penalized with death and pain? What law could be so crooked and so vain that we should suffer through this dreadful phase? I don't presume to know the lordly ways. But pray, would you endeavor to explain: How come the innocent should pay, and face the wrath of those engrafted with disdain? Gods should be noble, that I shall maintain! But gnomes are nobler, I shall prove my case! You are alike in strength and racial strain. You dumped to us your wars to your disgrace. You who have authored such a move insane, in you we pin our hope for better days. Lord of the Ring The lofty lords had never been more shamed than by that challenge in nobility. Such insolence should pay accordingly. Nor did they love to be so bluntly blamed. But what transpired could not be now disclaimed. Besides, the godly mills so slowly grind. So they sent down the elf back to his kind until the day he'd reddened, so ashamed. Back home, he played again just like before, amidst "a ring a ring of roses" chant. They'd tumble down right at the count of four; but he could not forget his daring rant. Nor can the mighty rulers e'er forget. They shall avenge themselves, a teeth-for-teeth. Kal Is Suspected of Thievery O Ancient One, it's worse than we have thought. Your crazy ward has done a sacrilege. He was adjudged though he was never caught of carting off a lordly privilege. Some sacred books are missing from the Hall. We are amazed how it was done at all. But Kal has friends throughout the capital. ll imprints point towards the gall of Kal. Please see to it that he is not so rash and deem himself now equal to his foes. Books can't infuse self-mastery, alas! Unless he waits, then surely he would lose. So long, my friend, I'll speak to you again. There goes your boy, your instrument to win. The Ancient One's Turn to Wonder So it is true that Kal has now come back. I want you fully to investigate. Let him be watched afar but round the clock: We are forbidden to communicate. I wonder what's the punishment he got for he's now glowing with the threefold flame. I've heard there is a deep and secret plot that gods will punish him with shame for shame. "Audacity requires a counterstroke," according to the information leaked. It's said he'll be reduced into a joke to satisfy gods' honor bluntly tweaked. Come, faithful Izz, let's get back to the isle. Things would be clarified in just a while.