A Hero's Journey [MultiFormat]
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eBook by P.T. Dilloway
eBook Category: Fantasy
eBook Description: Dr. Emma Earl never wanted to be a hero. But when she finds a magic suit of armor that can deflect bullets and turn her invisible, she becomes part of an ancient war between good and evil. It's up to Emma as the latest incarnation of the heroic Scarlet Knight to save Rampart City from the fiendish Black Dragoon and his plan to rule first the city and then the whole world.
eBook Publisher: Solstice Publishing/Solstice Publishing
Fictionwise Release Date: November 2012
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As she mounted the steps to her dream job, Dr. Emma Earl's main concern was not to trip over her own feet. She kept her eyes down on her size-15 flats to make sure she didn't fall on her face. First impressions came only once and she didn't want her new coworkers to think she was stupid and clumsy.
She made it to the top unscathed and recognized the man waiting for her as the same Dr. Ian MacGregor who had conducted her second interview. If she hadn't recognized his face, then his Scottish accent would certainly have jarred her memory. "Good morning, Dr. Earl. Here early on your first day even."
Emma needed a moment to remember that she was Dr. Earl now; the title sounded so strange from someone else's mouth. "Yes," she managed to get out. As her face turned red-hot, she summoned the courage to add, "Am I too early?"
"Not at all, lass. I like employees who are punctual."
"Oh. That's good."
"Now, why don't we go inside and I'll show you around?"
"Shouldn't Dr. Brighton--?"
"He won't mind. Trust me." Since Dr. MacGregor was the head of the geology department, Emma had no choice but to take his word for it.
She hadn't visited the museum in four years, but it looked relatively unchanged. They walked around the ticket line, into the Great Hall. At one end of this hall was the longest-running exhibit of the Plaine Museum, the skeleton of a mastodon named Alex in honor of Dr. Alexander Plaine, the museum's founder who had discovered the mastodon in Ohio and brought it back to his native Rampart City. At his own expense he built the museum around it so that the city might have an institution dedicated to knowledge and learning to rival any major European city at the time.
Emma knew this story by heart--she had read Dr. Plaine's biography when she was three--but didn't mind hearing it again from Dr. MacGregor. They paused in front of Alex while Dr. MacGregor told the story in his Scottish brogue. "No one expects you to be a tour guide, but it's always good if you can point visitors to the right place."
"Yes, sir. I've been coming here since I was little."
"You've probably memorized every inch of the place then, haven't you?"
"Not quite, sir."
"No need for that 'sir' stuff like we're in the military."
"Sorry, Dr. MacGregor."
"You can just call me Ian, lass. You mind if I call you Emma?"
"I don't mind."
"Excellent." He indicated the sets of double doors behind her that for the moment were closed. "Those are our temporary exhibits. Right now we're winding down the 'Wonderful World of Ants.' The kiddies really seem to like that. We've also got 'American Pirates' going on. That's a popular one, might keep it for a while longer if we can."
"What about that one over there?" she asked and pointed to the left.
"Oh, that. Bloody mess is what that is. Supposed to be something called 'Egypt's First King' about this Karlak II bloke. Except on the trip here, the freighter carrying most of the artifacts sank."
"The captain scuttled the ship, didn't he? I remember reading about that in the newspaper."
"Quite right, lass. They say he went nuts and destroyed the boilers. No one is quite sure why. We've been trying to sort things out with the Egyptian government. As you might imagine, they're a bit annoyed that some of their relics are sitting at the bottom of the ocean."
"That's awful," Emma said.
"Yes." Ian shook his head and then smiled. "But that's for the lawyers and Anthropology to figure out. None of our concern."
He led her over to the staff elevator behind Alex. She resisted the urge to wave goodbye to the mastodon as she had done when she was a little girl. Aside from her closest friend Becky Beech, Alex's presence had reassured her after her parents had died, when the rest of the world had been in flux. That the mastodon was still here made her smile as she had back then.
The staff elevator wasn't much different than the regular patron elevator, except that it had more buttons. These went from the fourth floor executive offices all the way down to something labeled as the "Sub-Subbasement." Ian pressed the button for the third floor department offices.
The corridor was a dingy white, some of the lights flickered overhead. The tiles were scuffed and in some places chipped from repeated use and abuse. She wondered when the department offices had last undergone a renovation; probably long before she was born. Still, this didn't dampen her enthusiasm as she followed Ian down the corridor, past frosted glass doors with labels like, "Metallurgy Division" and "Gemstone Division."
They finally stopped at the door marked "Exogeology Division." Ian opened the door for her. The state of the office prompted Emma to gasp. Piles of books and journals took up the worktables and the desk in the room was nearly invisible from the amount of folders and loose papers on top of it.
"I'm afraid your predecessor wasn't the neatest sort," Ian said.
A door to the left opened and out of it stumbled an old man with wild white hair, at least a three-day growth of stubble, and the bulbous red nose of an alcoholic. If these signs weren't enough to indicate the man had a problem with alcohol, the smell of his breath was almost enough to make Emma gag.