The Legendary Lost City of The Scottie Kings – Chapter 1

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Eddie  was looking over the darkening North Sea.  Behind him, the warm candle light glow of his stone cottage near Tarbet Ness beckoned, but Eddie, accompanied by his dog Belle, was standing still on the cliff, watching the sea hurtle into the cliffs below, powered by a suddenly strong easterly wind.  Until recently, no one in their right mind would live in such a secluded spot.  The countryside was far too dangerous.  But under the enlightened rule of the Scottie Kings, banditry was non-existent allowing residents to spread out among the kingdom.  Still, though, Eddie periodically visited the capitol city, about 20 miles away, to trade crops and livestock for goods that his family needed.

“I guess we better head in for supper, Belle, Eddie said to his golden colored dog.” Eddie said, his breath rising a wispy white in the cool dark Scottish air.

“We’ll hunt more ducks tomorrow,” Eddie said, referring to his and Belle’s nemesis, the waterfowls that were the scourge of his small subsistance farm.

As Eddie and his dog Belle entered the small cottage, behind him in the cold dark ocean a solitary light flickered in the waves,  far away on the horizon.   The light quickly became steady, and if Eddie had been still looking, he would have noticed the light was soon accompanied by first a few, then dozens, of other lights,out on the dark sea.

Out on the water, under that first light, sailed a ship.  A flagship of a vast fleet.  And on that flagship stood the Siberian Lord Vlad the Envious.  Lord Vlad was genuine Grade A 100% Evil.  Lord Vlad stood shirtless, wearing black pants embroidered with jewels from plunder.  The evil Lord was accompanied by 2 pure massive white Siberian Tigers.  Also on the ship were about a hundred officers, soldiers, and crew, and on the rowing deck and hold of the ship were 89 prisoners of war, slaves really, rowing away for 3 straight months.  Lord Vlad started with 323 prisoners on his flagship when he started.  The seventy some odd other ships were similarly equipped with prisoners, but they were also equipped with a large number of the worst, most wicket bunch of bloodthirsty mercenary soldiers known to this hemisphere.  And worse yet, the ships held thousands of the meanest canines on the planet.  Some dogs are good and occasionally, by mistake, don’t always good things.  Other dogs are neither bad nor good but sometimes do bad things.  And some dogs are plain bad, and do evil things.  Those dogs are called Siberian Huskies.  And that’s what Lord Vlad had – thousands of the evil eyed blue eyed beasts, waiting to do their evil master’s bidding.

“Your Lordship, Scotland approaches.  Where do we land our ships, sir?” said Lord Vlad’s second in command, Admiral Akira.

“It’s all been prearranged, Admiral” said Lord Vlad, stroking the head of his favorite tiger, Shakira.  “Look for the light that flashes three times, two quick, and one long.  That’s where we come ashore.  You see, we have friends among our enemies in Scotland.  With their help, by this time tomorrow, we will be feasting in King Angus’s Palace Ballroom while sifting though the kingdom’s treasure.”  Then Lord Vlad tipped his head back in a most evil, deep, ominous laugh.

 

 

The Legendary Lost City of the Scottie Kings – Prologue

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(Author’s Note – this is the first segment of a monumental piece of literature that I am writing about an important historical component of our Scottish Terrier Legacy.  More to follow as I write it – Ainsley McKenna)

King Angus The 33rd looked over his city. For centuries now, the Kingdom flourished – as the hoomans came to accept the benevolent, firm, fair, and wise rule of the Scottish Terrier. All appeared well over the King’s large and flourishing Capitol city tonight as smoke from the many chimneys curled into the cool moonless autumn sky.

King Angus sighed at his palace balcony. He was just the latest in a long succession of Scottie Kings. The lands had been united, and tomorrow, at the High Council, he would introduce reforms that would transform the kingdom. It would make the Kingdom even more a beacon for the world – and once his new initiatives were in place, he would allow his closed lands to open up to the outside world, and let the whole world observe the glory that a Scottie realm can derive for its people. And its canines. His Kingdom – and the world – were ready for mutual discovery of each other.

The only thing that nagged in his head were reports from the East. Siberia. He had heard from traders and foreign emissaries that the Siberian ruler, the evil Vlad the Envious, thirsted for Angus’s Kingdom.

But King Angus put that small nagging thought outside his mind. Though he had doubts about his Border Terrier guards at the frontier, they were recommended by his consul, Baron Bancroft. Bancroft was the leader of the Airedale Terrier Regiment, who were temporarily on Capitol Guard duty since The Kingdom’s Scottie Special Forces were mopping up the Labrador uprising across the sea to the west. King Angus hated to have his crack Scottie guards so far away, but he had no reason to doubt that the Airedales and Borders were up to defending the kingdom. Still, something didn’t seem quite right. But, Angus reassured himself, there were no threats on the horizon.

“Time for Dinner, Sire” – interrupted his man servant, Cat-fer..

King Angus’s nagging thoughts receded as he headed inside for dinner. Just then, a cold wind blew in from the East.