The Elf Resistance - Book Six of the Magi Charter

David Jordan

Description

Two Centuries. Two Santas. The Belgian and the Cowboy. Internal dilemmas and external strife aplenty. It is during this era that Mistletoe Green flexes his grip over the North Pole and through the manipulation of the Santas ultimately succeeds in the sealing of the library. The Elders, banished to the Village, must escalate their resistance plans against the FCD and all their evils. Dire times tend to forge the people the future most depends on. And from these crucibles was Santa Christo so tempered, the upheavals of the twentieth century with its wars and technological leaps would serve as the foundation of a legacy that would forever cast him as the greatest Santa.

About the series, The Magi Charter:
For over two thousand years the legend of Santa Claus has endured. His is a Mission of peace as outlined in the Magi Charter, given to the first Santa by the Child. From humble beginnings, following that First Christmas, the Santa lineage has been passed down through the ages. This epic adventure tells the story of those Santas from the founding of the North Pole and the origin of the ancient elves, to our modern times where the world's problems affect even those in the secluded complex of the North, and concluding in the distant future which finds Santa and the elves committed to their mission on a galactic scale where Christmas traditions are barely recognizable. In every era, those committed to the Mission must find a way to deliver that which is needed most to those most deserving.

Sujets

• Fiction
• Fantasy

Informations

• Publié par: eBookIt.com
• Date de parution: 25 septembre 2015
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781456625795
• Langue: English
• Poids de l'ouvrage: 2 Mo

Extrait

The Elf Resistance
 
 
Jordan David
The Magi Charter
by Jordan David
 

 
The Elf Brief
The Elf Archive
The Elf Coup
The Elf Accord
The Elf Legacy
The Elf Resistance
The Elf Directive
The Elf Sojourn
The Elf Revelation
 
 
 
Cover art and interior illustrations by: Rob “ Wyndagger ” Bockholdt
Copyright 2022 Jordan David,
All rights reserved.
 
 
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ISBN-13: 978-1-4566-2293-0 (ebook)
 
 
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Contents
Chapter 1
A Visit from Santa Basil
Chapter 2
Ode to Joy
Chapter 3
A Lump of Coal
Chapter 4
The Directory
Chapter 5
The Shell House
Chapter 6
Rebels
Chapter 7
At the Races
Chapter 8
A Fistful of Dreams
Chapter 9
Stoking the Resistance
Chapter 10
A Day in the Life
Chapter 11
The First Briefing
Chapter 12
Sealing of Fates
Chapter 13
Explorers
Chapter 14
Those Gentlemen of the AFS
Chapter 15
Search and Rescue
Chapter 16
A Matter of Judgment
Chapter 17
Mr. Underhill
Chapter 18
The Speakeasy
Chapter 19
Clementine
Chapter 20
The Taka Seal
Chapter 21
Shadow of the Mesa
Chapter 22
Trinity the Unholy
Chapter 23
The Prize
Chapter 24
Deviation
Chapter 25
Emperor Waltz
Chapter 26
Garden Party
Chapter 27
A Few Small Steps
Chapter 28
Magenta
Chapter 29
Seeking Kutuzov
Chapter 30
In the Shade
Chapter 31
Down the Long Helix
Chapter 32
The Immortal
Chapter 33
Deceptive Plans
Chapter 34
Of Books and Roses
Chapter 35
Planets
GLOSSARY
 
 

Chapter 1

 
A Visit from Santa Basil
 
The grandfather clock had scarcely struck midnight when a calamitous commotion erupted out on the lawn with such voracity as to wake the occupants of the cozy house this Christmas Eve.
Eliza Moore lay snuggled beneath several layers of blankets beside her husband in that pleasant dreamy state somewhere between sleep and conscious thought. They recently settled themselves from the day ’ s festivities and only now was she about to drift off entirely. Elsewhere in the home, their children were long since put to bed; dreaming of the sugary plumes that would feature amongst Christmas Day ’ s merriment that was to follow come morning.
The Moore family had spent the day decorating the house for Christmas and making all sorts of delightful treats. Delicacies that came only once a year such as maple sugar candies, peppermints, ginger snaps, pumpkin and mince pies, varieties of sweet plums, and all sorts of other things. Thick garlands of holly and mistletoe decked the parlor and sitting rooms from floor to ceiling and would have made it up the stairs if Eliza had not forbidden the children from getting too carried away. Decorations of handmade colored papers hung from the garland and covered the walls leaving not a bare spot of wallpaper to be seen. From every doorway, mistletoe hung in hopes of being put to use soon enough. Christmas Day would see the Moore house filled with visitors and merrymakers throughout the afternoon and well into the night. Eliza could barely settle her brains with all there was to think about. She ’ d have to get everyone up early and organized for the morning church service. Not that that would be difficult, likely the younger children would be up long before sunrise and go bounding down the stairs to see what gifts were left for them in their stockings by the fireplace. There would hardly be time to spare for all must get dressed in their Sunday best and be on their way to the church. Afterwards, they ’ d have to rush home to get the Christmas dinner underway and be ready to receive an endless stream of callers.
It was 1825 and theirs was a small town in New England, though one would never know it the way Troy had been growing these past years. Eliza remembered the days when it was a sleepy little village on the Hudson River, a pleasant hamlet more likely to be swallowed up by Albany then ever become a recognized city, which happened around ten years back. And yet Troy was just the sort of town she would want to live in. Not as big as Albany or New York, and not too small to offer all the modern conveniences and services one would need. Although the harvest was over months ago, Troy was ideally situated as a kind of crossroads for the produce that filtered down from the orchards and farms of Vermont and New Hampshire thus giving its inhabitants the choicest pick of the fruits and goods flowing down the Hudson on their way to points south. It was no wonder then that the bounty of Christmas was perhaps more abundant here than most other towns in this part of the country.
It was hardly the foremost thought on her mind as she attempted to will herself into a deep sleep that would speed the night ’ s hours away and bring on the excitement of the holiday. Her husband Emmitt, shifted with equal restlessness. He was not the sort of man to give any outward sign of excitement over holiday merriment; never him. Emmitt would remain composed and dignified and only voice a concern should there be a risk they might be late for church. But Eliza knew him better; he was as excited as she. It was quiet throughout the house. The fireplaces occasionally let off a sigh as the last of the embers and ashes settled. Here and there the house creaked in a familiar way. Outside the night was still, not even a gust of wind deigned to disrupt the house; the peace of the night lending to the prolonging of the moment when the Christmas rejoicing might truly begin.
With all that was going on inside her and only minutes from sleep, it was the very last thing Eliza expected when a terrible noise jolted them from the bed! Sitting bolt upright, she and Emmitt stared about their room, the only light coming from the window, a dim bluish haze that made it impossible to discern each other ’ s faces. For a few seconds they sat listening, Emmitt held up a hand waiting to see if perchance it had been an imaginary disturbance as not even their two dogs laying nearby took the least notice and continued to sleep soundly.
Again, the crashing and calamity erupted in the vicinity of the house! It was evident the clatter came from the front lawn. Emmitt sprang from the bed and went to the window, throwing back the sash and opening the shutters. Eliza quietly followed, and her eyes betook the most wondrous sight! There out on the lawn, in the gleaming snow, alight by the shine of the moon and stars, was a short figure of a man and a long team of animals who had become entangled in their reins.
“ Who is it papa? ” Eliza whispered to her husband, clutching her nightgown close as the frosty air flowed into their cozy bedroom. “ A wassailer lost his way? ”
“ I ’ m not sure mamma, ” Emmitt answered in awe.
They watched as the little man, or at least it must be a man, for the figure was a short, round person and bedecked in thick furs from head to foot that altogether gave the impression of a bear. The little horses were some variety of pony Eliza had never seen. The man busied himself with getting the team back in order, making a great bit of noise in doing so. He talked to the animals with words that were difficult to make out from their vantage point. Every so often they did manage to catch a phrase, ‘ Tiret, Com è te, Amour …’ it was evident the man was not speaking English.
“ What sort of horses are those? ”
Emmitt shook his head in disbelief. “ Not horses. Reindeer; a miniature variety. I ’ ve never seen the like. ”
“ Reindeer … . Do we know anyone with reindeer in these parts? ” asked Eliza. She ’ d heard of reindeer, but this was her first time seeing the species. And eight of them no less. Who on earth would need a team of eight to pull such a tiny sleigh for one man? She should insist Emmitt go out there and deal with the fellow; if he were allowed to carry on much longer, he ’ d wake the whole house.
And yet she did nothing. Nor did Emmitt. The funny little man never once turned to acknowledge them. He was nearly finished with sorting out the team and likely would go on his way up the road. Eliza hoped that was to be the end of it.
Settling himself in the curious little sleigh, the reindeer pawed at the ground anxious to be off. He snapped the reins and giving not a care for who might hear, shouted out to the team:
“ Venir Tiret, Tonnerre, Com è te, Amour, Cabrioler, Renarde, Pirouette, et Franchir. Maintenant sur le toit, s’envoler ! ”
The reindeer burst into the air with a great showering of snow upon the lawn! Emmitt and Eliza both ducked in fear as the crazed team flew by their window! Eliza let out a shriek, but before she could think what to do, there came a great pounding on the roof as the animals landed, pulling the sleigh along the peak. It was impossible! What in the world?
“ Stay put, ” Emmitt bid her, dashing for the door to the hall. Eliza had eyes only for the ceiling now, half expecting the stranger to come crashing through. She was not about to stay here alone. Steeling herself, she quickly followed her husband out to the hallway; he intended to get downstairs to where the rifles were kept in his study.
“ Ebenezer! Bob! ” said Eliza, trying to rouse the sleeping dogs. “ Be you deaf? Don ’ t you hear all the noise? Wake up, help papa! ” But it was no use. Try as she will, the dogs did nothing more than give her a lazy glance and shift to a more comfortable spot; completely unconcerned for the Moores ’ imagined peril.
Out in the hall, husband and wife crept cautiously down the stairs, the sounds from the roof were most unsettling, as if an army of boots were stomping about; far worse than any hailstorm the roof