Wednesday, August 5, 2015

The Butterfly Dragon: Heroes Of Our Own - The Full Edition coming soon

The Butterfly Dragon: Heroes Of Our Own - The Full Edition is being readied for its official release on September 9, 2015.

Complete with many extras and additional chapters including a backstory for Heylyn's life before starting West Meet East International and her first romance. Valerie's life before meeting Torman and during their relationship. Alicia's research from the start of the SY-349 program and her first few nights out alone as the super lady: Night Style. The origins of the Field and Heylyn's very first meeting with Weltherwithsp as a child.

All this and in accordance with my plan for every sale, 25% of the total return will be distributed equally amongst the following charities:

The Cancer Research Institute (World Wide Cancer Research)
The Princess Margaret Foundation (Cancer Research)
The Reeve Foundation (Research Cures For Paralysis)
The ALS Society Of BC (Lou Gehrig's Disease)
Muscular Dystrophy Canada (Muscular Degeneration)

The totals will be tracked here on this site. Profits from my books will pay me for my time and be reinvested continuously back into these properties including A Lady's Prerogative, Welcome To The Pleroma, Stories From The EndShhhh! Digital and this one here, The Butterfly Dragon. Each is being developed into its own independent creative property and each will have the same promise and that is that 25% of the total return will go to charity represented by the context of the book (or software as Shhhh! Digital is actually a software company I started in which the 25% of the return from my flagship product go to The Sick Kids Hospital). It's all of nothing right now because 25% of nothing is nothing. That will change. It just takes time and perseverance.

All of these charities are real world charities that represent what the SY-349 was developed for in the book. Let's help real life researchers and heroes to make Alicia's fictional research a reality.

As said before, this is not a scam nor is it a get rich quick scheme. This is art helping to make the world a better place by empowering real life researchers through the proceeds of their art. Furthermore, when and if students read something like the first book in the series, they might overcome their own limitations in regard to self consciousness, realize their real beauty as people and pursue their dreams and change the world just like Alicia and Heylyn do.

I expect that in the future, a link will be found between aesthetic perception, cognition and the placebo effect and that real life researchers will be able to model that as a factor into their treatments and cures having a real effect upon a cure based upon aesthetic perception. In reality.

So this is really our way of helping that and real life well founded scientific research and potential cures to become a reality.

As I've said, I am committed to these stories and have been since my youth so this is not a get in, get rich and get out quick scheme. I'd like to see these stories have that kind of an impact upon our world and so we as artists and researchers can leave the world a little bit better than it was when we arrived.

More to come from Dragon Butterfly too, and that book will be going through a metamorphic transformation before it is released as an ebook based upon its obvious controversial subject matter. The first draft however will remain the same as it is published here because it is and will become a very important social statement in the chapters to come.

Have a great day,

Brian Joseph Johns

Sunday, August 2, 2015

Announcing A Lady's Prerogative: The Full Edition

At 4 AM EST, A Lady's Prerogative: The Full Edition hit the book shelves at As promised with each and every one of my books, 25% of what I make on each sale, will be donated to charity.

The Full Edition contains content not available in the online edition including new chapters and character back stories and new events that were not written about in the freely available version of the book as it is the first draft edition and also as promised, the first draft will always be available freely from this blog. When you buy the Full Edition ebook, you'll not only be supporting the author who wrote the book, but charities related to the book's plot elements. Much of the financing (based upon my budget allowances after the charities have been paid and financial responsibilities have been met) will be reinvested back into the series to pay for art and expand the media types covering the story's universe.

The Full Edition of A Lady's Prerogative: Wounded Aerth will be released in as little as four to six months, pending new additions and back story content and even new characters. Details such as the story of Tanara Milaise, Tobias Mesky and even the formation of the hunters and their first quarry under Exeter and of course Alivale's place as the headquarters for the Culdar Rath in 1654 are among the stories and chapters being added to the book.

The Butterfly Dragon: Heroes Of Our Own - The Full Edition, will be available as the next ebook that I release for sale on Amazon and it too will contain a lot of added content including a romantic back story for Heylyn along with stories of her path through the martial arts, Valerie's early years up until meeting Torman, the year surrounding the invention of the SY-349 formula when Alicia first becomes the super hero Night Style and much more. As well it will support charity under the same arrangement and percentage upon each sale, of course targeting charities related to the plot. Likewise, finances based upon my own budget considerations will be reinvested back into the stories to pay for art (possibly even t-shirts or West Meet East clothing representing each of the characters from the story). There is a lot of possibility and of course it will operate under the same charitable donation model.

I hope that this takes off because I'd like to see both of these stories blossom into something big.

Thanks for your time and your support as readers,

Brian Joseph Johns

Tuesday, July 28, 2015

Day In The Life Of Starving Artist And Entrepreneur

9:10 AM Wake up... Brush out the cob webs from being harassed the night before...

9:30 AM Begin working on your day's agenda and goals... (Promo materials design in this case)

10:30 AM Get cleaned up and go to social services office to apply for benefits new card...

11:00 AM Get chewed on by the people trying to chip off whatever they can from you, who believe that anything that you accomplish comes from other people, so they try to steal it from you using the definitions of colours based upon the colours you wear and the colour of your eyes.

11:45 AM After fending off most of those doing so, attended to by polite office staff (some of whom have rarely had anyone stick up for the same principles). Possible risk though of having my identity swapped with that of someone else (in other words, when people ask who it was that defended those values, they'll say someone else rather than myself, probably making it into a competition fighting for the credit thereof).

12:00 PM Fight off the rest of the people (verbally though politely) who believe they've chipped off all of your good and are then trying to dump their bad onto you (most often related to crack cocaine and whatever other activities they can find to be of weight to you).

12:15 PM Get the card I applied for, once again by polite office staff. Once again perhaps the chance that the cult will swap your identity with that of someone else (its a collective who practice doing that daily and you literally might lose all of your good efforts). Its a cult that tries to take down individualists and "self serving types" or "SSTs" as they sometimes refer to them.

12:18 PM Recognize an old mainframe programmer that I knew from VLC (Videolink) years ago (long before I'd met Eugene and just when Lil and I had started going steady. They must have put him near me at the same time because yesterday, I talked about my experience in the early computer days. When I was 17/18, I was training as a programmer in the days before Windows (I actually talked about that). When I was 19, I was working as a tech. When I was 20, I was making a great cash ($20/hr). So between the ages of 17 and 23, I'd already had a full computer career in that time. That was between 1984 and 1991. The only reason that this cult do things like that is because they steal other people's lives. The details of other people's lives, they steal in teams. I've been revealing that as they do it. So if they can claim that someone else is controlling you, or that you're stealing the details of someone else's life, they can convince others to disbelieve other facts of your life. Another method of their theft of a person's life. I am not from Nova Scotia by the way. So when I saw the guy at the office, I kept quiet because in case he was someone important, I didn't want to give him away. I waited til I got a bit of a ways away to reveal that I remembered him. I have a near photographic memory when it comes to faces. The cult often puts people near you at waypoints in your life, that serve as the means to divert your accomplishments to someone else. This is part of their dualistic method of theft. They pit two people who were around each other in the same vicinity and give the good to the winner of this competition and the bad to the loser. They conduct illegal eavesdropping in order to know what there is to steal from the competitor(s) for this competition. I've been revealing their methodology every day for years since I found out they were using it to steal from me. So they keep their victim locked away (and poor usually) while stealing all of their efforts and accomplishments to fuel someone else's life using this ideology.

12:20 PM Thank the staff for the card, thank the tax payers for their investment in me (in a sort of rhetorical sense) that I pay for every day by representing our values pretty good most of the time.

Its mostly about being held hostage by "hate". Creating a debt in others by attacking one person surreptitiously until they react harshly, then turning it into a social debt that is paid back by burdening them with the load of others.

12:25 PM Ride back on my bicycle fending off people all along the way, from the side walks and even their cars who take part in this daily activity and who are fighting to trade my identity to someone else on the basis of team membership or blood, while giving me someone else's identity and reputation completely.

12:30 PM Secretly blog it in an unpublished post.

12:35 PM Plan the rest of the day's efforts and think about how to pay nearly $2000 dollars in copyright applications and publishing efforts on a $280 a month salary, while being stolen from by a cult that steals from you by swapping you identity with that of others, so that they get the credit for what you do, and you get the blame for what they do according to whoever is the "good" side and whoever is the "bad" side.

12:45 PM Marvel at the fact that you've deciphered one of their biggest secret methodologies by yourself and consider what your going to do with the rest of the day so that in the future, you don't have to rely on social service money by creating a licensable creative property that might provide your living one day.

Brian Joseph Johns

Monday, July 27, 2015

First Images Of Warai...

Warai Jeong-Min Tokama (the little girl aka The Gem) once again done up in Daz3D.

Brian Joseph Johns

Sunday, July 26, 2015

Introducing Monique, Heylyn and Alicia

Well after a day of a lot of hate attacks from my neighbours, and after a rant (they usually attack in numbers after I release something trying to imply they were "controlling me" into creating what I'd created), after a night and afternoon of my ranting their abuse, I managed to turn the energy around and produce these:

The first group photo from left to right of Monique Defleur, Heylyn Yates (aka Ai Yuanlin Ying) and Alicia Westin all created in Daz 3D Studio. Heylyn's model is 60% ShareCG user AiMei (amy_aimei). I'd like to thank her for the use of the model in this character morph.

The Alicia design is coming along well, though the costume is going to take a bit. I was thinking something with a stylish trench coat (much like a lab coat but dark violet), a tight body suit with some relief work on it resembling hardened kevlar. Most of the colours would be dark violet and dark gray to black. Her boots would be tight sport boots, laced to just below her knees. She'd wear a mask much like Heylyn's only much smaller.

Here, I've fleshed out Monique with a few facial close ups. She's an aspiring model with super model potential, though she's her own worst enemy at the beginning of The Butterfly Dragon II: Dragon Butterfly. She has a nice petite figure, that presents her client's fashions well on the fashion runway.

Monique Defleur aka Strawberry Eclipse

Heylyn of course is more present behind the scenes during the daily efforts taking place at West Meet East International. As a designer, she spends more time working on her designs and coordinating some of the shoots. She`s very beautiful and well centered (a result of her early home life and martial arts training). As such she handles stress very well.

During the late afternoon and evening she's usually off exercising (perhaps at her Karate classes) or playing tennis with Monique to break the day's stress. At night, she patrols the city as The Butterfly Dragon. One of her powers is flight, which is possible via her aura (a glowing energy surrounding her while around her back it appears as undulating butterfly wings). Her aura produces a natural field that can suppress or amplify the charged particles surrounding her, enabling her to propel herself through the air at will.

Heylyn Yates (aka Ai Yuanlin Ying)

Alicia Westin is the lab researcher who creates the SY-349 formula at the Tynan And Associates funded research lab while investigating possible treatments for muscular and tissue degenerative diseases. The treatment takes the form of a pill and a spray bottle application, which is applied to worn clothing or even jewelry. The effects of the pill and the sprayed formula imbue the wearer with abilities or depending upon how the clothing is fashioned, cure a variety of health issues (based upon the modifications to the chemistry of the pill itself as well). Alicia discovers this and tries it first on a night wear suit Heylyn gave her as a special gift. Alicia tries it and becomes Night Style, a crime fighting superhero using the formula on herself as its first test subject.

One of the first effects it has, is to modify Alicia`s physique, so when she starts to don the suit, her body slowly reduces in size (she`s a little bit heavier and slightly conscious of her weight). By the time the effect has completed its modifications, she has the body of an olympic athlete and the reflexes of a cat. The more she wears the costume, the more permanent the effect is upon her body though there`s a price as she later finds out.

Alicia Westin aka Night Style

Anyway, I`m off to fend off the last of the gremlins and then I might continue work on some more character designs, watch a movie or play a video game before calling it a night.

I hope that your weekend went well and all the best to the athletes at the Pan Am games from around the world. Thanks to Daz3D as well.

Brian Joseph Johns

Copyright © 2015 Brian Joseph Johns

Friday, July 24, 2015

As Promised...

This announcement in honour of the Special Olympic Games 2015 (announced on Google's search page so artistically).

I promised that when I had a published version of the first ebook ready, that I'd
make it freely available because the goal of this project initially was to promote the research and initiatives that could revolutionize health care and the fight against debilitating and degenerative diseases that affect people all over the world. You can download it right here or on the right hand side of the page.

Well that time has come and its ready to be downloaded right now onto your mobile device, PC or ebook reader in EPub format thanks to a great writer's Software called Nimble Writer which is available on Steam to all of you fellow writers out there.

I've always made the first drafts of every book available online, and this is a distribution model that I've developed and am trying to make work. In other words, make the first draft available to everyone and that way, even those that don't have the money to buy books, but who can get access to internet can still read it. A reading is a right that everyone should have. When I go through and write a second draft, there's usually a bit of new material added and often new chapters and further in depth information about the characters that really help to give a better picture of the overall story.

In the future, for such publications, I will offer them online at various book retailers, but the first draft (especially of the Butterfly Dragon series) will always be available for free here to anyone who wants to read them at no cost. In addition, the first ebook version of The Butterfly Dragon I: Heroes Of Our Own is free. That's the final draft with new material including the origin story between Alicia and Heylyn integrated into it as the first series of chapters.

When I do get around to distributing the books with an online reseller, every single book will have a percentage of its proceeds donated directly to a charity supported by this site. I guestimate that those proceeds will be half of whatever is made from them (when I decide I'll commit to a firm percentage). That point has not been come to yet, and this decision is still up in the air but I think that it is entirely fair.

The first draft policy of every book will stand on any books that I publish. They'll always have an online presence where readers of all income levels will have access to them in first draft format. The complete story without the additions of the final draft. That's my way of saying thanks to the most important element of any book and that's the reader. And everyone should be able to read and hopefully enjoy it.

In the future as well, as this develops, I'll try within my financial capabilities to make these stories available in new media formats, including comics, animations, video games and perhaps should there ever be interest, I`d definitely be welcome to the idea of seeing a Butterfly Dragon movie. Actually that would be my dream come true, but that's still a long way off.

As I grow this creative property, I'll do my best to hire talent but I'll always keep the same model and thats that the stories will always be available for free, and I'll always give at least 25% to charity (though that will most likely be 50% as this gets off the ground).

I am still very much a starving artist that's trying to make the world a bit better before he departs it, and there have been times when under the duress of the pressure from some not so nice people, that I've been a bit heavier than I am when gauged by my real character and to those who've put up with it or took the time to understand, I thank you.

To Google, Microsoft, IBM and HP I thank you for the tools to do this and to Google I thank them because they had web space for my stories as well as my various "rants" that would often result from being attacked by some not so nice people. They never really denied me or turned their back on me.

Thanks to the ASMR crew on youtube, being Heather Feather, Fairy Char and ASMR Requests as you helped me many times to keep my sanity. Thanks to the other supporters out there, and to the real heroes and researchers who make all of that stuff reality. Thanks to the Government programs that make publishing and copyright management a lot less complicated and time consuming than it used to be. Thanks to Canada, my home country and my home city of Toronto where the stories take place, though very inclusive and a part of the world stage. Thanks to Marvel, DC, Yaya, Kelly Hu and Miranda Kwok (some of the real life inspirations for Heylyn, just read Miranda's WGOAW Bio). Thanks to my family and friends and inspirations. Thanks most to my readers.


Brian Joseph Johns.

Wednesday, July 22, 2015

Let's Do Some Damage Control...

I've recently been receiving a lot of abuse from some people with regard to faith and beliefs and the link between such beliefs and the Butterfly Dragon. This has been a serious hurdle for the writing process of the latest book as it was for A Lady's Prerogative I and II, and it certainly has been for writing the latest installment of the Butterfly Dragon II: Dragon Butterfly.

I am going to get into the link between beliefs and some interpretations of this story and the efforts of some people to dirty the repute of the story (and perhaps the symbolism of the Butterfly Dragon). If you want to avoid a religious discussion, then don't read beyond this point and I will not hold that against you.


First of all, there are some abusive people around me whom try to twist the meaning of the story to malign with the Dragon of the New Testament being synonymous with the Dragon(s) of my story. Nothing could be further from the truth.

This whole idea stems from an ignorance that is unfortunately founded around the idea of China being considered as the Dragon, by some of that faith, and that symbolically they will be the progenitors of Armageddon. A sort of racist interpretation if you will that pits the Far East as the bad and the Far West as the good.

There had always been a lot of resistance to my revelation of one of the main characters from the story being a Mandarin Chinese immigrant to Canada (though she's inspired by several Women ranging from Thailand, Vietnam, Korean, Hong Kong <Cantonese>, Hawaii and Japan). From the point that I'd revealed that, there had been a backlash of similar proportions to the Wytch hunt from A Lady's Prerogative.

The reason for it is once again connected to the ideas of this interpretation being related to the Dragon of the New Testament and the Mandarin Chinese community being pit as the Dragon of that Bible. Naturally the abusers locally try to use that to their advantage locally to paint my book as being satanic or anti-Christian. The cult that do this even try to paint me that way, in order to prop someone else up as the "Christ-like" person by comparison. Usually much abuse ensues and the people involved use that to create a contrast in behavior between myself and someone else in that regard.

My harassers did that with regard to A Lady's Prerogative II: Wounded Earth as well, trying to turn it around to imply it was a retelling of the Knight's Templar round up of the 1300s (which it is not). The story of A Lady's Prerogative II: Wounded Aerth more represents the Sanctum as being closer to the Catholic Church and the United Nations in terms of its goals and ideals. The Librum Universalis Codex would be similar to the Akashic record or even the Guff. The burden the members of the Sanctum carried in terms of history would equate to the conception of what Rosicrucianism (in relation to the Catholic Church) really represents and that is, the burden carried by others that is a measure of the balance of the world in terms of its present and past injustices and the weight thereof. When enough inequity arises and is part of the burden carried by the Roses, this weight manifests itself through their actions and reality, risking war or conflict that reality imposes as part of the balancing mechanisms presented by the Akashic record and the "Guff".

All the cultures of the world cooperate in the Sanctum and take part in this effort, each bringing to the fold their means of maintaining this balance and maintaining it to preserve the peace. The Culdar Rath and the Power lords represent a very direct threat to this balance and the story is driven around this conflict which could be related to real world allegory such as what I've mentioned. In the Sanctum though, there is no mention made of adherence to any specific belief system except a very obvious belief in human rights and the rights of other living creatures (as Nelony of the old and the new would most certainly take their stance).

In that book, every culture, including the Mandarin Chinese take part in that maintenance of balance in the world and none are singled out as being the "bad guys" (or girls) despite the fact that it does have link to mystic interpretation. The Sanctum is the inclusive and unifying force rather than the isolating.

The Butterfly Dragon has different roots and follows a story line with similar implications yet is more a voyage of those Women to find themselves and their stance in society while under extreme pressure and the threat of annihilation (which gets much bigger in implication in the future of the story).

In The Butterfly Dragon, Heylyn Yates' fashion company, West Meet East International, which takes takes on a much bigger role in the second book, is the "Sanctum" of the Butterfly Dragon. Her company (which has its fictitious headquarters in Toronto, Canada) though small in comparison to many other real fashion companies, is representation of the Toronto that I grew up in and the Toronto of present. A center for art and culture, which has had some growing pains in the last two decades. It acts as the place where she and Alicia (through Tynan And Associates) are able to take on the immense responsibility they'd stepped into through the events of the first book. The current book, Butterfly Dragon II: Dragon Butterfly focuses more on Heylyn Yates and the folklore revolving around her alter ego, the Butterfly Dragon. She reunites with her roots in China, Japan, Korea, Thailand and Vietnam while finding her place and role in Canada, Toronto and North America while her company and several other fashion companies through a world wide tour have an impact upon world events.

Heylyn Yates (Ai Yuanlin Ying) was never meant to represent the Dragon of the New Testament just as the Chinese culture is not such a beast. That is a short sighted misinterpretation that is skewed by ignorance though the evidence for that does not appear all at once. In one recent story of the Butterfly Dragon, I turned the symbolic representation on its head with the use of the characters Warai and Weltherwithsp who is a mystical Dragon and in possession of atemporal awareness. Weltherwithsp can perceive all times at once and can remember the future much the same as it can remember the past.

Warai and this Dragon appear in the dream of a disabled lady, who has religious reservations about the symbolism of seeing a Dragon (the Biblical serpent?) in her dream and as a result of this interpretation she, misses out on an opportunity. She has the same dream many times over until one night before she goes to bed, she reads a medical center brochure which of course has a logo (the logo of the Canadian Medical Association which looks like the Dragon she dreamt about). It is also the logo of Tynan And Associates drawing from the double helix of DNA for its Dragon. She takes this new interpretation with her into her dream and when Warai pleads with her to take her hand, she gets over her stigmatic fear of the Dragon instead replacing it with the image from the brochure that she read. She overcomes her fear based upon an interpretive stigma and accepts the offer from Warai in the dream. Warai tells her to speak to her Doctor about the Tynan And Associates SY-369 program (the new treatment designed by Alicia's team). She does and within a year she's on her feet and walking. All because she overcame a stigmatic fear that told her to associate the Dragon she saw in her dream with the Biblical serpent and automatically distrust on that basis. Upon seeing another context that she did not realize, she then loses her fear and accepts Warai's hand. I am not trying to push forward any specific religion whatsoever, but there are dangers to avoiding the subject of stigmas related to interpretation and especially not talking about them. Sometimes just by being made aware of such stigmas, it is enough to open doors that the perceiver is able to make of their own volition (based upon their beliefs). Not to say that their beliefs are wrong, but to say: here's another way of looking at this.

That is the best allegory I can give to answer the abusive ignorance of those trying to cite the Mandarin Chinese character Heylyn Yates as being the Dragon of the New Testament and the Book of Revelations. Much like Weltherwithsp and the lady's dream, people can interpret the Dragon as being the serpent that tricked Eve into convincing Adam that it was alright to eat the apple (maybe a test to see if Adam was worthy of Eve because if Adam really loved her, then he'd not let her take the blame for the biggest mistake humans made according to that book).

Kind of like the test that one's parents might present a suitable partner for their daughter to measure a guy's merit and how much he'd protect their daughter or whether he'd abandon her? I'd go with that interpretation rather than putting the entire blame for the downfall of human kind on the first lady, so women could be used as garbage bags for guys for the rest of history? I don't think of women in any such way, so I'd go with the other interpretation, that it was a parental test by Eve's parents to see if Adam was the right guy for their daughter or Adam's parents to see if he would really protect Eve and inherit the "Garden". It doesn't say anything about what I believe because that's personal (I might not even believe in any religion at all, but ignorance thereof certainly means that when a group of people I care about come under attack from another group of people based upon their ideas and interpretations of their beliefs, by not knowing or maintaining my own ignorance, I'd be very incapable of defending those people). The truth is that I care about Heylyn Yates, as I do care about the cultures of the Far East and especially about any of them being cast in the role of the Beast of Apocalypse by any religion by any means of interpretation.

The difference in interpretation can make a world of difference for someone in that story, because it frees Women as the carriers of the burden for that event and opens new doors while the benevolent progenitor of events in the beginning retains their status and dignity (without making the believer or the believed the bad). Much like the disabled lady in her dream overcoming her fear based upon interpretation and accepting Warai's hand, which ultimately leads to that Woman's healing.

So the main character in a story about superheroes in North America being the daughter of a Mandarin Chinese family who immigrated here from China is far from being a hidden story to sneak the devil into the minds of people around the world.

Heylyn Yates is not the devil, nor are the Women who inspired her as a character in this and the prior book. This will become more clear in the future of the story, and all I have to say is that if you are doubting that on the grounds of religious ignorance with regard to Chinese culture or any culture of the Far East of Asia, I'd suggest that you don't accept Warai's hand and just read another story elsewhere because I don't want you around because just like Adam, you might try to make Women carry that load and I think that Women deserve a lot more and that.

There's more to come in the story and it will really take on these issues, but for now I'm going to lay low for a bit until the beatings stop. I defend my choice of culture for Heylyn's character just as I do for Warai and just as I do Alicia's initial weight sensitivity, just as I do Monique's harder start in life and Valerie's ability to overcome the mess that Torman made for her.

What I don't support is illegal eavesdropping upon my computer while I write these stories by my neighbours, hence presenting them with the opportunity to censor my work preemptively (often by harassment) because they know in advance what I'm typing before I post it. That's pretty bad if that kind of thing is going on in Toronto, Canada as that is supposed to be illegal and I'm hardly a criminal or terrorist risk or a risk of child exploitation. So there's no justification for anyone having such leeway upon myself as a writer and publisher. I file my taxes and I vote and believe in Government, infrastructure, having hospitals, schools, emergency medical protection, law enforcement and paved roads and most importantly human rights and not specifically in that order. I don't believe that civilians should have that right to spy on other civilians for the purposes of preemptive censorship or even theft of what one creates.

By the way, the first girl that I ever kissed was Jewish as was my first serious relationship. I've been told I am a good kisser, so she must have been a great teacher just in case you mistake me for being racist or misinterpret anything I've written here. I have a great love and respect for Germany as well (two of the greatest loves in my life came from there). My current love interest originates from the Far East and I stand by that without fail as well.

In addition, I stand by each and every one of the characters in my books and their stories and allegories.

Brian Joseph Johns

Monday, July 20, 2015

New Ebook version available

Weltherwithsp early concept drawing taken from the 
description in the children's story.
Just a quick bit of news.

I just published the ebook version of The Field, The Butterflies And The Dragon which is freely available for download so you can read it on your tablet, phone or ebook reader.

That story is intended for a young audience, or as a bedtime story for a toddler or child though you might want to read it over first just to be sure it passes your discretion as an adult and parent.

It is the book that is written by Heylyn based upon the story her Mother and her Grandmother used to tell her as a little girl.

It will always be made freely available in support of Universal Children's Day.

Also, I started working on Alicia's concept visual (which will cover both her incarnations as Night Style and as the lab researcher for Tynan And Associates). It should be ready within the week. Alicia will be showing up a bit more in future chapters of The Butterfly Dragon II: Dragon Butterfly.

That leaves one more after that (Valerie aka Valkyra) to round out the heroic foursome from the first book.


Brian Joseph Johns
Me as an 11 year old kid

Saturday, July 18, 2015

Introducing Heylyn Yates aka Ai Yuanlin Ying aka The Butterfly Dragon

I'd like to take a moment to introduce the first concept design for Heylyn Yates aka Ai Yuanlin Ying aka The Butterfly Dragon.

Again, the image was created with a variety of tools, including the dazzling Daz 3D Studio, and the amazing Adobe Photoshop, and the great Gimp 2. I'd also like to thank ShareCG and specifically the users amy_aimei (ironic that her name bears a similar resemblance), Kimber and AnIronButterfly who have a variety of work there as well (though I only used Amy's AiMei).

The amy_aimei's morph set makes up 70% of the facial appearance of this concept for Heylyn is from Amy's morph set available on Thank you very much for your sharing your talent and your art. Most of the image was created in 3D with the Butterfly Dragon's aura being composed in Photoshop and Gimp 2 in this version. The final character will not have physical wings as part of her costume. Her body is encompassed by an aura as a side effect of the SY-349 formula. This concept picture is actually just before her first encounter with the Dragon Butterfly in the abandoned warehouse. Heylyn's casual and work attire is generally a mixture of comfort and expression, with a little bit of her playful side too (as she is quite attractive).

Heylyn Yates aka Ai Yuanlin Ying aka The Butterfly Dragon (click for larger image)

Next for design concept: Alicia Westen and then possibly Warai, Valerie or Norler.

Thanks for reading the stories and there's some more twists and turns ahead. Thanks especially to the Women who inspired these characters.


Brian Joseph Johns

Copyright © 2015 Brian Joseph Johns

Thursday, July 16, 2015

Introducing Strawberry Ecclipse... First version design concept

To help you get a better picture of the characters as I think they appear, here's Monique Defleur aka The Strawberry Ecclipse. Her information and background can be found on the Characters And Info page. This image and her design was created with the great visualization and rendering package Daz 3D, the legendary Adobe Photoshop under Microsoft Windows 7 (64 bit), though Monique being a little bit technical herself is both a PC and a Mac user. It was quickly rendered with an HP Minitower.

You can expect some future concepts as I acquire more assets to create the design elements. A lot of work is needed to fill out her costume. I pictured it being sleek, to show off her amazing figure and allow her to move quickly, an aspect of her character. The costume is actually part of a Heylyn Yates design, that is supposed to come with a shawl for a night out on the town or even on the fashion runway. It was what she'd chosen as her "power costume" when Alicia allowed her to use the SY-349 formula on Treadwater Island during the takedown of Mr. Zek. Her name comes from her love of strawberries and being a night person much like Heylyn. You can expect Heylyn and Alicia concepts pretty soon too as the next scheduled for similar visuals. Then Valerie, followed by the Dragon Butterfly. They are considered reference material for real artists to get an idea of the character beyond what was written for those characters.


Brian Joseph Johns

PS: You might notice a lot of long winded posts coming from my blog. As I've related in posts before, I am quite frequently stalked and abused by a local cult, who attempt to steal the good aspects of my books, while dumping the bad aspects of those cult members onto me only to abuse me for them (24/7). I am sorry, but that`s a truth of what is happening to me whenever I write new chapters for the books.

While I wrote all of A Lady`s Prerogative II: Wounded Aerth, I went through that kind of abuse 24 hours a day 7 days a week for about a year and a half. It was the cult "milking" the good of what I was doing for their own credit, while trying to dump their bad onto me in order to hit my love interest and my readers. I am sure that many other people experience the same sort of thing.

I don't apologize for what I've revealed about this abusive cult in my Toronto community who overstep many boundaries in order to achieve their goals (including illegal surveillance by civilians and electronic harassment), of which I am both ashamed as a Canadian and embarrassed for as a Torontonian.

I hope that such exposition of this cult does not affect people's notions of Canada or Toronto because for one author who chose to showcase his home city, this is not what Canada is about. This is a group who've learned that they can take from the efforts of one person for the betterment of others while giving back their bad. In other words, an organized attempt at stealing from someone based upon the idea that if you react negatively, you lose your good and inherit their bad. In no way, do the colours of Strawberry Ecclipse represent such a paradigm, as she is not a Nazi nor does she represent Nazi ideals. I do have a great love and respect for German culture and people. Nor does she engage in the theft of others' good while dumping her bad.

Instead she has a minor troubled past which she'd rather keep to herself, while progressing to a better and brighter future that spawned from the opportunities that an immigrant from the Far East of Asia named Heylyn Yates (aka Ai Yuanlin Ying aka The Butterfly Dragon) brought to her by hiring her as a model for her company West Meet East International.

Copyright © 2015 Brian Joseph Johns

The Butterfly And The Dragon

Heylyn landed rolling to break her downward momentum converting it to horizontal force. She emerged from the roll leg first leveling the side of her foot blade style directly into the abdomen of the Dragon Butterfly. She flew against the far wall of the alley and impacted the wall full force then fell to the pavement.

Three of the gang members who'd pulled their hand guns in defense against the Dragon Butterfly quickly turned their attention to the Butterfly Dragon. She wasted no time and quickly dodged the first gunshot, which narrowly flew by her cheek as she ducked launching herself into an aerial strike downward upon the gunman. The force of her trained fist impacting his cheek threw him to the ground unconscious as the others opened fire. She quickly spun cartwheeling onto her hands extending both of her legs in a spinning scissor kick. Both remaining gunmen took the brunt of force of her extended heels sending them to the concrete unconscious.

"I'm impressed. I didn't think you had it in you." the Dragon had gotten to her feet, brushing herself off.

"They need to answer for their crimes before a court, not you." the Butterfly said after she'd pushed herself back onto her feet.

"I imagine they'll earn quite a name for themselves in jail. Having faced down against us and lived? You do realize that you just made them heroes amongst their own?" the Dragon approached the Butterfly.

"They'll tell lies to their peers to elevate their status in the group. A group that operates on the power of might. Might though, does not mean right." the Butterfly spoke.

"Very good. Literate too I see. E. B. White I believe? Now I suppose that you are The Once And Future Queen? Regardless, they'll be looked up to by the rest of those... social scraps. Table droppings. And that will unify them. Unified, they have power. Might is it not? The power of numbers is undeniable. Even us with our training, abilities and the spirit of our ancestors could not match the power of numbers. Might is right. The more you are, the more right you are." the Dragon challenged her.

"Theirs is just a dance before an audience of those who chase the next immediate gratification without the hope of a long term dream or goal or making this world a little bit better each day. Their survival will only ensure them pop status for a short time in jail until someone else challenges it. Then that person will be the figure head around which they rally. No reason to kill them. That makes us no better than them." the Butterfly spoke.

"Ahhhh. But you don't realize that we too do the same dance before the same kind of people. We're just a flavour of the month to others. We too have an audience who rally around us and if we fail to appease that beast, well then... you're starting to realize that. They have no loyalty because their virtues are founded of the same lust for immediate gratification. They're just on one side of the legal fence. So I'm euthanizing the others before they can threaten that. You could call it a... community service." the Dragon reasoned.

"They don't know now, but you're making them complicit in your acts of murder. When the balance has to be paid for your crimes, you'll be long gone and they'll be left with the bill. Then they'll know the true price of their complicity with your means." the Butterfly countered the Dragon.

"I'm very impressed, Butterfly. You're not just a vain beauty with a few splatters of make up and some tight clothing designed to garner you some cat calls. You're actually quite the philosopher. Who's that? Your Mother speaking? Your Grandmother? Wait, your quiet and hard working Father? Where did you earn that trait from? You're not still believing that children's tale about the Butterfly Dragon are you? That's nonsense concocted by a bunch of aging farmers who got sick of paying their due to the local land owners you know." the Dragon forced her knowledge of ancient history upon the Butterfly.

"They weren't land owners. They were murderous nomads. No land ownership because they called no land their own. Never having worked the land a day in their life. They'd never planted something to work it, nurture it, watch it grow and ultimately feed the people. They only showed up when they ran out of food to slash and burn the farming villages and steal their crops. Their homes that were built upon their work growing rice in the paddies. They learned to defend themselves against those murderers, who'd murder the village artists and philosophers first, in attempt to gain the support of the hard working farmers. Pit them against one another in attempt to make it easier the next time they needed food." the Butterfly stood her ground.

"You still don't get it." the Dragon spoke walking around the Butterfly.

"There's people here who don't want you here either. Do you think that this is your land? Our land? Look at our tradition here, the two of us fighting a battle beyond most people's concept of time. Before even this land existed. They don't want us here. You fight to defend a land in which you are not even welcomed by the local population. You know the type. The ones whose ancestors only a few generations ago came here and conquered the indigenous people, segregating them to a small piece of land and giving them their table scraps as you say. All of the sudden they're lurching around on their fat laurels like they somehow nurtured the fertile land this country is built upon. Half of them steal the deeds of others to get by. Like the... nomads as you called them where our ancestors hail from? So now the Butterfly has emerged from her cocoon of our traditions to protect the virtues of the farmers of old, upon whose hard work the first artisans and philosophers were able to emerge. Now you come here and protect another group of nomads with a different name and background, who stole it all away from another group of people to build this land? The funny part is that there are many amongst those people who just inherited this land from those who took it. So you protect the descendants of the nomads now and not the farmers upon whose back the land is built?" the Dragon posed.

The Butterfly wavered for a moment, perhaps a butterfly in flight might veer from its course from the force of a strong wind.

"This land has had its growing pains and injustices. Ancestors from my family on my Mother's side came here eight generations ago and helped build the national rail line. Chinese immigrants in a country which had just been born. In their memoirs they recounted working along side Irish immigrants who'd fled the potato famine. A man from Kenya whose ancestors had been liberated from slavery in the south just a three generations before. A Japanese immigrant who'd fled a struggling economy back in Japan just before the emergence of the first western industrialization in Japan, to seek work here. A couple of men from India who'd come here for the same reasons. Two Natives, one a Sioux national and the other Cree, who had lost family as a result of fighting against the expansion of the Commonwealth. A slew of Scottish and British hard backs as they called them, who reveled in hard work and a few stout French men, who'd been working as porters for a cartographer prior to the construction project. There they worked together laying every rail from Alberta to British Columbia for five years of back breaking labour. When they got to British Columbia, they had to start blasting which was very risky work. The men without wives or families to provide for would draw straws whenever a blasting charge would need to be set to remove obstructing rock. On one of those draws, the Cree Native came up with a short straw. As the story goes, one of the Irish men broke his straw to make it shorter so the Cree man wouldn't have to take the risk. The Kenyan man, who was without wife then broke his straw so the Irish man wouldn't have to do the task. One of the Brits broke his straw so the Kenyan wouldn't take the risk. Then the Japanese man broke his straw to protect the Brit. The Japanese man was about to grab the satchel with the explosives, when one of my ancestors, showed his straw, which was shorter than all of the others. He said to them I guess I win. He took the satchel and while setting the charge, the explosives which were far more volatile at that time, accidentally went off. He lost his life and his brother went on to take his compensation and married here. My immediate family came here generations later just after I was born. All of those railway men were friends and considered each other family even until this day, their families still work together in the interests of labour and safety in this country. This country which grew as fast as it did as a result of the construction of that railway. Much like a farm, whose fertility supported artists and philosophers to celebrate the beauty of life. I do not protect the thieving nomads who steal the hard work of the farmers. I still protect the farmers and the people here as my ancestors did in the land of our ancestors' beginnings. But this is my home and I will protect it. From them. From you." the Butterfly said taking her defensive stance.

"A touching tale but the real test will be in the hands of the people. Butterfly. You brought the fight to me while I was trying to clean up a festering problem in this city. I intend to bring the fight to you right in your back yard." the Dragon spoke and as her rage climaxed she charged.

She swung her arm wide and high first as Heylyn blocked, leaving her abdomen open. The Dragon spun quickly bringing her other fist around into her stomach. Heylyn flew back rolling over and back onto her feet just as the Dragon continued her onslaught. The Dragon threw five quick jabs in succession, Heylyn blocking each easily. When the Dragon spun for a spinning back handed punch, Heylyn ducked arcing her feet into a foot sweep once again catching the Dragon off guard. She collapsed to the concrete quickly rolling back up and onto her feet. The Dragon backed off.

"Very impressive. You bested me in the first round. I you in the second. Now you bested me in the third. I can hardly wait for the fourth... But that will have to wait, Butterfly. Ta ta for now." the Dragon leapt at a fire escape scaling it quickly towards the roof of the low rise building.

The Butterfly Dragon flew towards the roof only to impact a wall of flying blackness that emerged from nowhere. She suddenly found herself alone with something dark and furious stalking her. She backed up unable to see the walls of the alley way, tripping over one of the bodies of the gang members the Dragon Butterfly had murdered. It rose from its place on the ground reaching for her. She screamed backing away from it, suddenly feeling a sense of looming terror. One by one the dead gang members rose from their concrete graves and stalked towards her. She cowered away into the alley wall unable to move, petrified with fear.

She was a little girl again. She was in the corner of her bedroom at home crying and scared. She'd just seen monsters in a nightmare, much like the one she was facing now as a Woman. She shook as she remembered and as the dead gang members approached her slowly staggering towards her. She closed her eyes and cried. When she thought the monsters might get her, she felt someone stroking her hair. She turned and saw her Mother's face.

"It is alright, little one with a big heart. You are safe. You have to believe in yourself. I won't always be around to help you overcome your fears." her Mother said to her.

"But they're monsters. They're going to get me and eat me." little Heylyn said.

"Monsters might be scary, but they're the ones who are really afraid. That's why they need to attack you in numbers. You just have to face them and they'll back down." her Mother said.

"But I'm scared..." she cried again curling up into a ball.

"Don't be. You know why? Because you're the Butterfly. The Butterfly Dragon. Just like the story." her Mother said to her.

"...really?" she asked meekly.

" have to believe." her Mother whispered to her.

She sat thinking about it for a moment before fighting off that last urge to hide again, and then she stood as the monsters approached, taking a defensive stance like the one she'd learned in her first katas of the third kyu.

"I'm not running monsters! I am not afraid of you. You aren't going to hurt anyone anymore!" she yelled confidently.

She stood her ground and as the gang members approached her closing their distance, she began to doubt her confidence. She felt afraid, but she stood her ground anyway.

They progressed a little further before they began to shudder and then fell back to the concrete where they remained. dead as they had once been.

She turned to her Mother, who'd now taken another familiar form. That of Weltherwithsp.

"You see. There are Dragons not so vile as the one who'd death beguile on a whim the game begins where it ended last..." Weltherwithsp spoke to her.

"But you led me to a trap Weltherwithsp!" young Heylyn exclaimed.

"I did no such thing nor brought you suffr'ing. Monsters too there did you face, a different kind and without waste. You tried to reason, tried to save but while they left you, they found their grave." Weltherwithsp told her.

Heylyn thought about what had happened in the abandoned parking lot that had become home to disowned cars and scrap. It was true, she'd come there to take those men to justice, while the Dragon Lady had shown up to take them to their grave. She'd faced them both, another manipulation of the Dragon Butterfly.

"The battles you face aren't always fought with physical prowess, the fists you've wrought. Sometimes a battle is fought in word, a punching fist cannot be heard. Therefore it speaks to only one, you must reach many before this will be undone." Weltherwithsp said to her.

Heylyn thought about Weltherwithsp's statement and once again found herself as a mature Woman, standing in an alley. She looked around, seeing the three that she had knocked unconscious were coming around. She quickly secured the three of them together and then to the fire escape. She then pulled her cellular phone and dialed 9-1-1.

"Hello? Yes I need Police and paramedics to an alley just off Yonge Street and Temperance Street. I heard gun fire and I think the tattoo lady may be involved!" she said into the phone.

"Stay away from the conflict and try to get to safety. Police and paramedics will arrive shortly Ma'am. Just stay on the phone..." the operator assured Heylyn as Heylyn hung up.

She pocketed the phone and then took to the air and found her way back to her Queen's Quay condo, landing on the roof and dropping down the one floor to the penthouse. It was well after midnight and Monique had fallen asleep on the couch, while Warai was in bed asleep.

"She's in bed." Monique said to Heylyn, not really looking at her.

"I know." Heylyn responded.

"I'm going home, chief. I'll see you tomorrow for coffee. G'nite." Monique stumbled to the door and found her way out.

"Thanks Monique. Look I know you..." Heylyn started before Monique cut her off.

"You don't know. You didn't grow up like I did and you don't know what its like living that kind of life or with those kind of people. You're on the wrong side of this whole thing. They need to pay for what they do. I don't want to hear it. I'm going to bed." Monique closed the door behind her.

What Heylyn had made in progress against the Dragon Butterfly she'd lost in gaining the support of Monique. The Strawberry Ecclipse.

Warai too was having nightmares of her own. With monsters much like those Heylyn had faced. Only this time it was the Dragon Butterfly that saved her.

To be continued...

Copyright © 2015 Brian Joseph Johns

Wednesday, July 15, 2015

The Two Minds

These two new chapters will be integrated into Butterfly Dragon II: Dragon Butterfly.

The Mind Of The Butterfly

She looked across the city from her perch high atop the First Canadian Place tower. She'd often come here in the midst of a patrol, just to collect herself.

Below was a city that sometimes didn't need her. Didn't want her as the Butterfly. But she still gave what she could because what drove her was beyond what other people thought of her.

She'd never been a people pleaser in the sense that she'd do anything for approval. She'd do something and if others liked it, that was just her good fortune (and their good taste she'd joke). Her designs and fashions had been much the same. Never trying to do exactly what people wanted, but to challenge it mildly as her competitors had noted of her.

She'd been used to from a young age. Her parents had taught her that the road paved by the multitude of minds, often meandered without direction. Their Chinese wisdom that had found home in one of North America's capital markets. A city of prosperity, tradition and new beginnings. If you could find your way through the meandering path set out by the multitude. She'd learned that by staying away from what she thought people wanted, and what she'd set out to do, that the path was often very direct. North American common sense meets the wisdom of the Far East. Sometimes they'd clash. Sometimes they'd meet and make love.

From this height there were many whom would have a hard time seeing the city below, but her eyes were more than just what she saw. Weltherwithsp had taught her about the shared sight. To see though to what everyone saw at that moment. Not to be there but still to see.

She looked into the night and saw the echoes of their sight below. No sign of her. The one who'd put this great weight upon her shoulders and though she was capable of carrying much, it still pained her to be known as the protector of that which she sought to liberate her city from. The other one. Her enemy. Mortal enemy like none she'd ever known. Even Zek was mild though slightly cantankerous by comparison. She was just as deft in manipulation as she was in combat. An expert martial artist of the likes she'd not seen on this mortal earth. Was she even mortal or was she of the spirit legends of which her Mother and Grandmother would tell her stories. Like a risen goddess here to claim the world by her ways.

The press had been cruel to her since the mysterious Dragon Lady had arrived. The most recent encounter had pit her against the Dragon in verbal combat. There, Heylyn had learned that she was most agile and deceitful. She'd even manipulated her prey to side with her. Together they'd fought the Butterfly in a battle of wits rather than fists.

Heylyn the next day had read the headlines that their bodies had been found by Police. Each of them murdered and left as a trophy display for the city to see. Even signed by the Dragon herself in an indelible marker on the shirts of each of the victims:

Butterfly = nothing. Dragon = results.

Like she was running for office. If you vote for me, I'll clean the city of every rapist, abuser and crack cocaine dealer that ever was. The Buttefly? She'll just protect them from me? Who do you want?

Heylyn had managed to hide it. Her feelings about this character attack upon the Butterfly Dragon but it still left scars without breaking skin. Some of those scars were sometimes deeper than any that could be rendered by weapon or fist.

Monique had began to feel nothing but contempt for Heylyn since that night. Warai had even been spending more time with Monique. It was like she was losing bits and pieces of her. Heylyn had tried to make it up to Warai, pulling out the photographs and videos she'd taken in Japan before the stage play they'd attended together just outside of the Emporer's Palace. Warai on the stage hiding behind one of the characters of the play, laughing and giggling. Warai had seemed to lose interest though and found it more in Monique and this had hurt Heylyn deeply though she never let it show. Warai was free and Heylyn respected that more than anyone but she also had a bit more life experience than Monique. Monique would never admit that.

Monique had learned a much different truth than Heylyn would even understand. Not that Heylyn wouldn't comprehend it, but it was a pride that those who'd grown up in much more earthy circumstances might delude themselves with. A shield against the privileged. A prejudice much the same as the privileged might hold against those who weren't. A wall built of bricks provided by the ignorance of each side. Never realizing they were looking at a mirror at each other. Though as a result instead they were looking at a wall. The same wall that separated Monique and Heylyn. Upon which Warai was poised as each side pleaded their case.

Warai's little mind could see far beyond what they'd imagined though she'd often purposely limit that potential for her own sake. When things got too scary, like when the big people would stop being themselves and get all mean and not understand. Her protection. Weltherwithsp might have said that no matter the age no matter the size, few of us do realize. What we know is built of sand. It might seem solid but does not stand. We make this pile, there is no doubt. Don't put in what you can't take out. Warai understood Weltherwithsp's words. Whimsical but sensible. Not like the adult people sometimes spoke. Like Monique. Like Heylyn. Like she was a trophy they were competing over. Two friends made enemies. By the Dragon.

Warai had no concept though of the Dragon Lady and could not distinguish her as being the killer of her parents. Instead to Warai, she'd become a symbol much like Welly. A symbol that grownups did not understand like Welly. She was doing something. Monique maybe knew. Maybe she didn't. But something was changing and Welly knew. She trusted Welly so Welly had to be right. Welly likes Monique and Monique must be right too.

Below on the street below, something shifted. The mood had gone and the night had become imperiled. People panicking somewhere and she struggled to see. The Butterfly looked and saw panic.

She leapt off the building spinning mid air into a dive into the source of the fray. Her aetherial wings opened leaving a sparkling trail behind her and she stormed down upon the unseen turmoil.

The Dragon's Mind

She walked, and her heels clicked. Marking the pavement with each step. Even if the pavement did not yield to her step, she'd make it. It would notice. They would notice. Her mark upon the world was her step, each in turn. Like a path. Each step placed indicated a future step at some point. One by one they painted a path that the Dragon would take and each for this Dragon Lady.

She'd hidden her tattoos, for they were ancient and none had known. More ancient than time could be measured. Like the constellations in the sky. Would any dare decry the stars themselves? How they spoke volumes of the future? The many farmer's she'd felled over two thousand years ago didn't. It was like screaming at the wind. The clouds were and the tattoos upon the earth. In motion and telling a story to the stars, who'd cry their interpretation back to us. The rain will come. The sky will fall. Women will be fertile. No seeds sewn. Death and famine.

Her tattoos would whisper to her for they were ancient enough to have voices. Every single one of them spoke to her, Protected her. Each a Talisman beyond the understanding of these Western ideas. It was merely ink to them. Tainted skin. Like a bruise. A mark that had been rendered in pain. Their ignorance of ideas they could never comprehend. Like pictures in a book, the pages could be torn from their bindings. Gone. Like their ideas from generation to generation. They had no concept of time and agelessness of the skies. Like her tattoos. They were real.

Not like the falsities of stories of the West. Movies. Books. Fake realities made to fuel and need in the soul that few could understand and never quench. The real performance was before the Gods of all. To risk it all before the glory of the spirits as herself. Might they be amused?

With every kill she'd accumulated she'd heard them. Sometimes silence. Laughter. Crying. Oration. Swearing in the ancient tongue? She'd never know who or what. Just that they would notice and they would respond. They would never steer her path, for perhaps they were beholden to bear witness to hers. A prison. An audience. The show at a dinner feast? Like watching dogs fight over scraps of food? Spirits were odd, and though she might be considered as such by mortals, she was far from. Heylyn had been right when she'd determine that she was more like a force of nature. Though a force of nature with a mind and ego all the same. Beyond understanding. Just the click of heels for now. A flower? There in a planter the city had made. Trapped in a cement container. All these things were made. By the city. A God of sorts. A spirit of its own. And like spirits and Gods, it needed protection. Protection was a word few understood. Complicated by laws. Rights. Freedom. Compassion. Like a meandering path woven through everyone else's misgivings. They were all guilty. Some more than others. Her tattoos told her. Those on her breasts spoke much of the time, for they represented those of carnal sin. Those who'd lust after her with desires she'd seen often. Men. Women. It was natural. When she'd become a symbol to them, it had increased a thousand fold.

Then there were those who'd lust after death. Theirs. Someone else's. Sometimes they'd plot murder. Their own. Someone else's. And it would be done. Sometimes failed. Sometimes not. Hey tattoos would laugh. The spirits would cry. But blood was spilled. It was the way. But not her path.

It spoke to her. The pain of those who the Butterfly had missed. Somehow that mysterious beauty had made a mistake. Did (the) spirits really make mistakes?. She'd secretly ask (Warai). Welly would reassure. She wouldn't say anything. Her tattoos would just smile and watch. The Butterfly.



In the night. 

In the sky. 

You missed another. 

Now tell me why?

This Butterfly spirit. A mess. The city (spirit) needed (protection). She thought.

Her tattoos laughed. Dead. 


You'll see. You will really see.

Bruises. On her face. How?

Them. That one. You see? A mark on his Aura? There. They all do. A mark. You'll know it.

They should?

You prod them enough. They will. The bruises and their place upon their rendering.

This mark? Upon all who...?

A mark. Not the same mark. But yes. Like a stain upon the soul. An etching of their deeds upon their unseen nature except by the likes of your tattoos. And (ancient) you. Dead (they'll be). All (of them).





When I feel that mark. It hurts. Not because I feel it. But because I know the myriad creatures will feel. A push.

Then I'll pull. Understand?

Maybe. Aren't you?

No. Know. Can't you feel the timing? The tempo?

You speak mysteries spirits. I do not understand.

You will. Like the wave in a pond. Your prey does. So will you them.

Her tattoos laugh. Then they cry and scream.

That should be them she thinks.


Then speak spirits. You have your audience. Though my heels etch a path that is my own.

Your path is already set. They lie in your path for all is happening at once. Can you not see the wave is everywhere and nowhere?

I see them cheering my name. Then they cry.

Her tattoos cry and then they laugh. Then they tell her that they're lying.

This is madness. You make no sense. She says.

Then you must. They must die.

I knew that. Not because you said as such. But because I knew by the path of my heels and the voice of my tattoos. Dead. And they will like it. All of them. Like the waves in the pond. They will fall low, and I will crest high.

Like the rhythm?

Like my own tempo, but still like the rhythm.

Ripples have direction too.

They only have one direction. Outward ever expanding.

Then so should you.

Like the path of my heels upon this artificial stone they've made.

She remembered the same ancient conversation she'd had thousands of years ago just as she walked into the alley.

"Who in the heck are you? You better going unless you want some of this..." the man who'd been in the middle of a deal pulled a small metallic piece from his belt.

"Maybe you want some of me instead of this child's play your selling to?" she spoke stealing the show.

"Who are you calling children b#tch." one of the purchasers asked her voice waivering as if she spoke in unfamiliar territory.

The Dragon Lady did not hear. Her tattoos swooned.

Just as the girl had spoken, a group of nine males entered the alley.

"Hey! That's that b#tch from the news!" one of them spoke in revelation.

"Now so many needlessly have to die." the Dragon Lady said as the dance began.

From a building blocks away, the Butterfly saw.

The Dragon's tattoos screamed: She comes! Hurry! Take them all!

As two had advanced upon her their guns drawn, the flying black snake dug into their soul.

They tried to (scream) but they could not (scream).

Then the Dragon's fists and legs flew as did their bullets. Death like their bullets always comes in numbers.

They were not fast enough and the Butterfly approached while the Dragon killed (them) each.

To be continued...

Copyright © 2015 Brian Joseph Johns

Wednesday, June 3, 2015

West meet easT Advertisment

(Fictitious) Advertisement
for West meet easT

An advertisement sponsored by Heylyn Yates' fashion house; West meet easT. The advertisement is for a world touring fashion and music festival being organized to raise money for charity and sponsored by cosmetics and fashion giants from around the world. The event takes place in the book: The Butterfly Dragon: Dragon Butterfly.

Tynan And Associates will likely be heavily involved as well.

Brian Joseph Johns

In The News...

Congratulations to Yaya Han on the release of a comic book character based upon her called The Wonderous Girl Saga 1 and 2, both available from Lion Forge Comics.

See her site where she talks about having the chance to collaborate with Lion Forge Comics on the series.

Should the Butterfly Dragon find its way onto another media form, she would be amongst the my first choice for the chosen costume designers for the actual hero characters of The Butterfly Dragon.

Visual character design is moving into the second phase and I hope to have some content up with the results now that I have an idea of how the characters are going to appear and some other aspects of the world of The Butterfly Dragon. Character references are going ahead one at a time.

Brian Joseph Johns

Monday, June 1, 2015

Character Design And Imagery...

I spent the evening downloading some reference images for nearly all of the characters from A Lady's Prerogative II: Wounded Aerth and The Butterfly Dragon: Dragon Butterfly.

Basically that consists of choosing from a base of people in terms of imagery that you think of when you read the part of each character. Its almost like casting the part for each character to an actress or actor, though this is just for visual design and perhaps to elaborate on the character's mannerisms.

With that said, I've now got most of the design elements in place for character visualization and perhaps enough to start artwork and shop it out to some professionals to put it together into a complete set of creative properties.

That should make it easier to put some visual material to both the world of A Lady's Prerogative and The Butterfly Dragon.

Brian Joseph Johns

Wednesday, May 20, 2015

A Helping Hand

Author's note: This originally planned short story has been inserted to the book The Butterfly Dragon: Dragon Butterfly where it will become an integral part of the story line.

by Brian Joseph Johns

She'd run the same path through park many times on her jog. This night was no different. The air blowing through her hair and her heart pounding in her ears. She loved the sensation and the feeling. The freedom of being alive and on her feet. She stopped as she arrived at the end of the path and arrive at the pedestrian cross walk.

The lights changed and she started across still catching her breath. When she arrived in the middle of the road the lights hit her. High beams. She tried to run but found that she couldn't move and collapsed to the ground. Her legs were useless and unmoving. They mocked her plight. Perhaps in spite over the rest of her body's health. She struggled with her hands, pulling and drawing herself but she only made it a foot before the vehicles tires...

She woke up sweating. She'd tried to scream and only found her body had become paralyzed. Like her legs in her waking nightmare. She sat back in her bed and cried as she had the night before and the one before last. When her heart had slowed enough, she closed her eyes and fell back asleep and found her dream again. Running in the park and so free. She loved freedom and for that reason she continued her run. Towards the same crosswalk and the lights. Pressing the button and waiting. Catching her breath. Then she proceeded across under the flashing lights. No truck was going to take her freedom but then the headlights. And the truck. And the...

Little girl.

She reached out to her. Between her and the truck. Like an angel. Behind her the wings. A serpent with wings.

"Please Miss. You need to come with me. Hurry... Please. You have to trust me..." Warai spoke.

The serpent behind her hovered in place. Its face peered out from behind her. A demon of the sky or a devil? Did it smile? Was it laughing at her plight?

"Please! Welly is not bad. You need to trust us. Please!" she pleaded.

The serpent's wings grew into shadows against the headlamps of the truck. It didn't move or try to make way for the vehicle. Nor did the little girl.

"I can't do it all for you. You have to trust me. Welly won't hurt you!" Warai's eyes said it all.

The lady reached for the angel's hands and when she found them they clasped hers.

She awoke. In the waiting room. In her wheelchair. She'd fallen asleep waiting for the Doctor and her appointment. The dream was just the same and like the night she'd accepted the girls beckoning hands. She'd found her answer. The miracle that could end her nightmare. She just had to face her fear. When she'd seen the serpent at first, she thought of the devil. The snake and the forbidden fruit. She'd thought it a sign and the girl only a deception. Every night the same thing and for weeks she'd feared the serpent and then the little girl. For that simple reason.

She didn't know why then on that fateful night that she'd taken her hands.

The following day when she'd been reading a medical journal, she came across it. The thing that had changed her mind about her nightmares. It was on an advertisement from the Canadian Medical Association. The logo had caught her eye. As soon as she saw it she remembered her nightmare, which had quickly become a dream. For she had in her own imagination implied something much different upon the flying serpent the night before she had trusted the little girl. Now she had a context that she could trust. One that she could believe. It wasn't the serpent from the tree and the apple. It was the serpent of the healer. A different kind of serpent and an age old one at that.

Then two nights ago she'd had the same dream and had felt fearless in it with her new understanding. She'd fallen just as she had halfway across the crosswalk when the headlamps hit her. The wings of the flying serpent who flew behind the little girl. The little girl extended her hands pleading for her to accept. She was there to help. Then the lady accepted her and reached out.

That next day she'd set up the appointment at the clinic. It was time to get all the facts rather than stay hidden in the dark with her suspicions. Her fears. Her superstitions. She'd arrived for her appointment nervously. Something was different about this day. When the Doctor had spoken to her she'd handed her a brochure labeled SY-349: A New Start.

She thumbed through the brochure reading about the remarkable qualities of this newly developed treatment. It looked a little bit too good to be true and enough so to reinforce her sense of skepticism. When she found her way to the last page she noticed the logo. Tynan and Associates. Their logo depicted the letter T, with the intertwined helix of DNA. She looked at it carefully noting how remarkably similar to the medical association logo it had looked. The T and the intertwined DNA helix resembled the winged serpent from her dreams. She immediately agreed to take part in the program and that was the beginning.

That was two years ago to the day and she'd become a much different person in that time.

Heylyn had been reading an article in the news paper when Warai came in from the bedroom wiping her eyes.

"What's the matter?" Heylyn asked her.

"Tired..." she said as she started to cry.

"I can draw the curtains for you. Do you want to try to sleep again?" Heylyn asked her.

"No. I want to... Hey! There's the lady from my dream!" she paused mid sentence, her face lighting up as she recognized the face from the picture on Heylyn's newpaper.

Heylyn pulled the paper in a bit closer.

"You mean her?" she put her finger on the lady.

"Yes. Me and Welly tried to help her. So many times..." Warai said smiling.

"In your dream?" Heylyn confirmed.

"Yes. A Long time ago. Just after you were in the hospital." Warai said.

Heylyn had been reading the article in the newpaper over her morning toast and latte. Another one of the many expositions of another person with incredible abilities who'd miraculously used them to rescue a trucker from and impending collision. The driver had collapsed having had a heart attack and this woman had paced herself with the truck on foot and had managed to climb onto the trailer, across the top and stop the truck before it had impacted stopped traffic. The picture itself was not very good and was obviously taken from another moving vehicle, cropped and enlarged.

She picked up her phone and dialled the number of her long time friend Alicia.

"Hi Heylyn. How are you this morning?" Alicia answered her phone.

"Good. Just sitting here with Warai having my morning toast. You wouldn't happen to know anything about this incident? The one with the runaway truck? The one where she rescued the driver?" Heylyn took a wedge of toast with jam and handed it to Warai.

"No. Not really. I saw the news last night but I don't know anything about it personally. Doesn't look like Monique or Valerie. So what do you propose?" Alicia asked her.

"Looks like she's trying to help. I suppose we should just wait and see. I'll keep an eye on it though for now. Just checking with you buddy." Heylyn replied brushing a bit of fluff from Warai's hair.

"Alright. We'll talk later. I'll see you later in the week. You remembered right?" Alicia confirmed with Heylyn.

"Yes. I remembered. I already got something for him and I'll pick up some extra salad too from the caterers. I'll be there at three sharp. Bye for now." Heylyn assured her friend that her memory hadn't slipped her.

"Talk soon." Alicia hung up.

"Alright missy. Time to get ready for school." Heylyn got up and continued her morning routine.

Warai excitedly skipped back to her room eating the remainder of the toast.

Heylyn smiled taking it in then glanced at the paper again looking for something of which she was not quite sure. Her senses were trying to tell her something much like they would just before Weltherwithsp would appear. In the end she turned away despite having missed a detail that may have been too hard to see. The lady in the photo, though smudged was wearing a Police badge.


"I'll drive, you keep six." Officer Tristan said as they walked to the car.

"No way. I'll drive. You're a better spotter." Officer Tandy replied indicating how well she'd known her partner.

"Yeah. Alright. But I'm getting us back here alive after you bang up the car." Officer Tristan returned walking to the passenger side.

"You wish." Officer Tandy smiled back at him opening the driver door.

They'd been given instructions to look into some complaints they'd been receiving about a small warehouse located in the south end of the city, near the Queen's Quay West. The warehouse was tucked into an alley, behind a bottling plant. During the 1950s the area had bustled with business and since had changed much, leaving the warehouse unowned and operated for years. It had been city property and had recently seen some activity that had not been authorized.

Officer Tandy drove the short distance to the warehouse and pulled around just out of site. They then quietly got out of the car and approached, looking for any signs of recent use, wear and tear on the tiny lawn or lights in the interior. Most of the windows seemed to be sealed up from the inside and painted over. Officer Tristan looking in the mailbox and found a number of items addressed specifically a John Doe. Literally with that name.

"Whaddaya think?" asked Officer Tristan quietly.

"Looks suspicious. I think we should check it out. We've got the key and a warrant to back us up for being here. Let's do it." Officer Tandy replied whispering.

"Lets go. I've got your back." Officer Tristan assured her.

She pulled the keyring from her belt and unlocked the key container and then used the key she retrieved to unlock bolt. They turned the handle to the door and stepped in.

"Toony that better be you and you better have not forgotten my lunch either!" someone yelled from inside the warehouse.

Officer Tandy looked quizzically to Officer Tristan who signalled her to proceed down the hall to the other side of an opening where he'd cover her. She stepped across the doorway and onto the other side of the opening down the hall. It appeared to be a bathroom at the end of the hall and a dead end.

"Who the heck is that? You better have a good... Holy crap!" a male in his mid twenties in a cutoff shirt jumped behind cabinet.

Officer Tristan smelled the air. They'd been cooking something. Not food for certain and there was a slight smell of pungent chemicals. Officer Tandy nodded to her partner.

"Police! Come out with your hands in the air above your head. No sudden movements." Officer Tandy yelled.

Officer Tristan kept his hand on his holster.

A man ran out from the room beyond a small gun in his hand. He fired twice and hit the wall beside Officer Tandy.

Officer Tristan immediately drew his pistol and went in low while Officer Tandy covered him with hers.

"Now do what she said! Do it! Drop it!" Officer Tristan proceeded low into the room observing three men, one with the pistol and the other a sawed off shotgun. The one with the pistol fired several shots clipping Tristan's armor. He proceeded eating the pain and fired back, hitting his target in the the arm holding the gun.

The male with the shotgun fired hitting Tristan square in shoulder spinning him to the ground leaving him screaming.

Officer Tandy leapted almost too fast to be seen into the room grabbing the shotgun swinging it like a club, bringing the burly man down. The third man fell to the ground pleading for her not to shoot. She immediately kicked the weapons away from them and retreated to Tristan's spot.

"This is Officer 715 on site at warrant 316-052015. We have an Officer down! We need backup and medical now!" she said yelling into her belt radio keeping the assailants covered.

She side stepped to Officer Tristan who was breathing erratically and struggling to stay alive.

"I think... Its fading... Just tell... My... Wi..." Officer Tristan struggled to get his last words out.

Officer Tandy put her free hand onto the wound. Her hand started to glow and she struggled against a great pain of her own. Tristan's breathing eased as his wound disappeared. He jumped onto his feet grabbing his pistol.

"What the heck did you do to me? They didn't teach me that in training!" Officer Tristan joked with Officer Tandy, who was struggling to remain conscious.

Officer Tristan kept his focus on the assailants though he'd felt different. He felt stronger and the room seemed very strange to him. Like he could sense everything about it. From all angles. He'd even seen the assailants as they were, before they'd entered. They'd been the back. It was a cook house. A place that gangs would use to cook raw cocaine into crack cocaine. It was a small operation but enough to keep a good portion of the downtown supplied.

A moment later another group of Officers burst into the warehouse, tactically finding their way to Officer Tandy and Officer Tristan.

They immediate cuffed the assailants while another two officers checked on Officer Tandy and Officer Tristan.

"Can you hear me?" the newly arrived Officer spoke to Officer Tandy checking her for injury.

"Yeah. I'm OK. Just grazed me and I got a little scared is all." Officer Tandy replied.

"What about him?" the Officer asked of Tristan.

"I'm alright! I thought I was a goner but..." Officer Tristan was interrupted.

"I pushed him out of the way. No harm done." Officer Tandy interrupted him.

"Yeah. That's what happened." Officer Tristan confirmed looking at Officer Tandy Quizzically.

One of the things they taught you is to be a team. You and your partner. You had to be in sync and if you weren't, you were dead. She had taken the lead in that conversation for a point and he'd have to wait until later to find out from her what it was about. Until that time he was just grateful that she'd somehow been able to heal his wound, and even improve him in some way that he didn't understand.

"You'd better just take it easy for a bit too, Tristan." Officer Tandy told him.

"Yeah. I'm going to take a look and see what we got." Officer Tristan told her.

"Just be careful. Don't touch anything. The crime scene lab is on the way. We'll be too busy in an hour from now filling out paper work." she reminded him.

"Well that's a lot better than spending it in a freezer. Thanks partner." Officer Tristan nodded, making his way into the cook shop to have a peek.

He'd seen a few, but it wasn't as bad a problem as some might think. It seemed to grow and shrink in cycles, in conjunction with supply and the availability of facilities. Most of the business and use had moved indoors as the prior attempts at getting it off the streets had forced the entire market indoors. Most of the sales and use would be confined to a few floors of low income buildings, which tended to relocate to other building in groups, making them hard to track. One recent investigation had even employed the expertise of a biologist, who studied migration patterns in birds. She'd helped Police by attempting to map their data to a predictive algorithm based upon the known pattern of relocation, often discovered by the custodians who cleaned the buildings. On the second attempt to use the algorithm for a bust, the task force had arrived and successfully dismantled the entire operation in one fell swoop. That was a year prior to this find. Cook shops operated completely independent of the marketplace and transferring product to distribution was often a matter of getting it from a low population traffic area to high one. The more people in motion in the area, the less attention it would attract for the couriers and the dealers who would show up to buy it in volume.

This  one was small in the scheme of things though from what he saw he estimated it was probably capable of turning out a lot more than its appearances suggested. They had a few home made burners and a propane gas feed to fuel it. There were a few containers of dry chemicals which he assumed to be sodium carbonate or another catalyst necessary in the process. This one seemed to use shallow pots and frying pans, mostly stainless steel telling him that they had some experience doing this. The whole thing was setup on a large workbench. He inadvertently put his hand on the bench when he went to check the cubbies under the workbench and he was immediately thrust into a memory.

The strange thing was that the memory was not his. It wasn't anyone's he'd known. He was suddenly the audience of a play, like he was watching a dream. There were four of them, there and they were preparing a batch. One of the guys from this dream preparing the drug left the table. He followed the guy into the back, where there was another bathroom. The guy reached down just outside of the bathroom and found a carefully hidden wire. He pulled the wire and it lifed a hidden handle which he then pulled opening a trapdoor. He climbed down the trap door into a crawlspace that had been dug out and found a bag from a stack of product. There had to be at least a few million dollars in the stack indicating that this was a much larger operation.

Officer Tristan fell back away from the table waking from his dream. He shook his head a moment trying to see if he was hallucinating. It was dangerous business clearing a cook shop and fumes were always a problem. When he'd gotten his senses, he walked to the back and into the room he'd seen in his dream. There was another bathroom there just like the one he'd seen. He immediately fell to the floor and started feeling around for a handle and found the wire after a minute of looking. He pulled the wire, which of course revealed a handle. He turned the handle and the trapdoor opened just like his dream.

There within the crawlspace was the biggest pile of product he'd ever seen in one place.

"Tandy?! Buddies?! You better get over here. I think we hit the jackpot!" Officer Tristan yelled as a few came over to his location.

"What's this? A storage cache? This is huge..." They took a look as the Commanding Officer arrived.

"Alright. Let's back up. We gotta let the Crime Lab check this out." he said pulling a camera.

"For your look and see picture album?" one of the Officers joked.

"Now that you've had a look, you can go see if the Crime lab is here. Outdoors. Oh and Tristan. Good job!" the Commanding Officer told his Officers holding his thumb up for him.

"No Sir. It was all Tandy's. She gets the credit. I'll take the assist." Officer Tristan told him.

He nodded admiringly back to Tristan and closed the trapdoor as they proceeded outside.

Officer Tandy had felt much better and had stepped outside for some air.

"How you feeling partner?" Officer Tristan asked her.

"A lot better. How about yourself?" she returned the concern.

"Great. You mind telling me what happened in there?" Tristan asked her candidly.

"You weren't well. So I healed you." she said nonchalantly.

"C'mon. Listen to you. What's that supposed to mean. Are you like a faith healer now?" Tristan joked.

"You're my partner right?" she checked with him.

"Yeah. Of course. What kind of question is that?" he seemed a little puzzled.

"Well, I just need you to promise me you won't tell anyone what I'm about to tell you." she looked at him seriously.

"What? That you want to do your own secret Vaudville Show on ice or something? You can tell me anything partner and its as good as keeps." he assured her.

"Two years ago, I used to be in a wheelchair. I was paraplegic. I completely had no use of either of my legs. Whatsoever." she confided in him.

"Come on. Don't play with me here. I've never seen anyone run like you. What are you saying. You're like the Bionic Woman or something?" Tristan asked her again trying to lighten it up.

"No. I'm not the Bionic Woman." she giggled, hitting his arm before continuing.

"I went through an experimental treatment. For my condition. It had worked on a lot of other people very well. Gave them normal lives. Some not so successful but it gave results more so than anyone ever would have imagined. Well, during the treatment I'd noticed that I was healing faster than the program had predicted, and in the first month, my musculature and nerves had completely regenerated." she said to him an intense look on her face.

"That's unbelievable." he said.

"We continued with the treatments despite my faster than average healing. They said that it might have been a spike, in my body's response to the properties of the formula. So they continued regardless expecting things would balance out. Over the next month, I'd started having strange dreams anytime I'd interact with something, I'd like remember its past. The more I tuned myself to something, the more I'd get about it. Where it was, what happened around it. Everything. Then one day, the same thing happened with one of the workers at the lab. I touched them, and I saw them. Their home life. Their past. Everything. As it continued, things just got more and more bizarre and when I'd finished the program, it took a week for me to calm down enough to even go outside. When I did. I could do things that I'd only ever dreamt of." she told him.

"No. Really. That's unbelievable." he said with a straight face.

She paused looking at him scornfully before he smiled at her.

She giggled again and hit him a bit harder on his arm.

"Ow! That really hurt! Ok. Now I believe you. You're like Super Police Woman. Ow, that really..." Tristan tried his best to lighten her mood, though rubbing his arm.

"You finished?" she asked him seriously.

"Ok. Go on." he nodded to her.

She looked at him a moment with a bit of a smirk before she started speaking.

"So I thought to myself after only ever having had run in my dreams, that I wanted to do something physical. Something that would require me to be my best. I did the entrance exam for the Police College and was in class training the following week. Since that time I've been learning the ropes of Policing and my own limits. The limits of these new abilities. I've only touched the surface. Who knows what's in store?" Officer Tandy finished her story.

"You said you experienced hallucinations. Kind of like waking dreams? Kind of like you were there at a different time?" Officer Tristan asked her.

"Yes. Exactly. How did you know?" she asked him.

"Because after you healed me with your Super Police Woman powers..." he dodged her attempt to hit him before continuing.

"Something similar happened to me. When I was investigating the cook shop." he told her.

"So you're saying that you have the same powers now?" she asked him.

"Well maybe. I mean that's exactly what happened. I touched the workbench and wham! There I was, a few days in the past and they were cooking up a storm. I followed one into the trapdoor we found and that's where the jackpot was." he explained his experience to her.

"You mean then that I can make other people... Like me? How can I test that?" she asked him.

He looked around for a moment and then got an idea.

"Hit me! Not in the arm. I mean in the face. Leave a bruise. Really!" he pointed at his cheek and held it out for her.

"I'm not going to hit you! Are you nuts!" she laughed at him.

"Come on! Then I can try to heal it! You can try to heal it. Then we'll do it again and I'll try." he offered the suggestion and his cheek.

"Fair enough." she wound up and hit him square across the cheek.

"Arrrgh! Owww! Did you have to hit me so hard!" he held his hand to his face.

"Well you said..." she started.

"I know. I know. Just try to heal it!" he told her his face puffing up and welling out.

She put her hand up to his face and concentrated for a moment.

Nothing happened.

"Wait! What's happening. Why isn't it working?" she asked him looking at her hands in amazement.

"Ok. Let me try." he said putting his hand on his wound.

Moments later his hand began to glow and his bruise disappeared.

"You stole my powers!" she accused to him.

"You gave them to me!" he replied.

"No I didn't. I tried to heal you. You were wounded." she explained.

"Well maybe they wanted to come to me. Maybe they liked me better." he said to her.

"But you can walk." she said to him.

"So can you apparently." he replied to her and then he thought about it.

"Wait a minute. You're saying that if they were transferred to me, that you eventually might not be able to walk. Your legs might just fold. Not work anymore." Tristan attempted to understand her.

"Exactly! It might take a while, but my legs might just seize. I might just fall where I am unable to walk anywhere." she confirmed her theory to him.

"Well then. I'd better give them back. Just in case." he said to her.

He put his hands to hers and after a moment, his hands lit up and her body glowed momentarily.

"Ok. Now how do we test that it worked?" he asked.

She wound up and hit him again in the cheek.

"Owwww~!!! What did you do that for?!" he said rubbing his face.

"Ok. Try healing it." she said.

"Oh. Alright." he put his hands to his face and attempted to heal himself.

He stood there for a moment realizing that it wasn't going to work.

"Alright. I guess that means that..." he realized that she could not heal him.

"'re going to have a bruise for a bit." she said to him going to the car and retrieving the first aid kit.

"Here, I'll do it the old fashioned way." she said to him.

"Thanks partner." Tristan replied.

"What are partners for?" she answered with that age old question.

To be continued...

Copyright © 2015 Brian Joseph Johns