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Historical Mysteries

The Unconquered: Children of the Divine Fire

By Peter Man

Synopsis

When Victoria, a young woman from a small town in Ontario, loses her adoptive parents in a suspicious car crash, she travels to CHINA on a perilous journey to learn about her mysterious past. Along the way, she
• jumps off a plane mid-flight without a parachute,
• sinks to the bottom of the sea while strapped inside a car,
• dangles from the window at the top of the tallest building in China,
• wrestles a hungry tiger, jumps off a cliff, and kills three men using one arm
Victoria is stalked by men in black known as Watchers. She discovers that her natural parents are great warriors, and that an ancient oracle says that only she can avert a cataclysmic catastrophe known as the “Stopping of the Sun.” Victoria’s fate is intertwined with a mysterious “Stone man with one eye.”
The reader following Victoria’s odyssey will encounter numerous literary and cultural allusions, learn about ancient Chinese astronomy and mythology, decipher Chinese Oracle Bone script, penetrate the mystery of “money,” discover real science and future technologies, and meanwhile traverse the entire history of CHINA.

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“Everything is a lie …” – Sage Didymas



Our tale begins not with an opening scroll of “a long time ago and far, far away” followed by epic orchestral fanfare. Neither is there an introduction of “once upon a time” by a honey-voiced enchantress with fairy-tale music accompaniment. We have no wizened wizard’s gravelly-voiced narration to set the tone for a most unusual adventure. And we refuse to use that morose monotone to mumble another moronic monologue describing a post-apocalyptic dystopia.

We end up having to make the unenviable choice of either emulating Homer’s invocation of the Muses, or shamelessly plagiarizing Dickens’s rhetoric, “it was the best of times, it was the worst of times,” neither very palatable to the serious readers of the twenty-first century. We therefore decide to launch directly into the crux and climax of the unlikely, unfortunate, and unfathomable events that befell upon one ordinary and unexceptional girl by the name of Victoria Solana.

The saga began with the tinkle-tankle and the tintinnabulation of clanking steel. It woke Victoria from her dark dreams. She was greeted by a headache of biblical proportions. She felt as if all her bones had become disjointed. A scorching fire raged underneath her skin. The sweet smell of burnt flesh filled the air. It reminded Victoria of Chinese barbecue pork. The first addled thought that came to her addlepated mind was, “Where's my unicorn?”

Victoria Solana was the most unremarkable person you could ever know. For most of her life, she’d lived in the inconspicuous town of Dundas about forty-five miles west of Toronto. It’s a part of the city of Hamilton and is a short bike ride from McMaster University. In a small town where everyone knows everyone, Victoria had a hard time getting people to notice her. She once bumped into her grade 9 homeroom teacher Ms. Notrump outside of school and the poor woman got all flustered trying to remember her name. Victoria had such an average appearance and nondescript demeanor that if she shared a room with more than three other equally unremarkable Dundasians, her presence would promptly disintegrate into quantum uncertainty.

Fortunately for Victoria, she was an only child and therefore her parents doted upon her. She didn’t care a whit about what others thought of her if she could live a calm and ordinary life in close proximity to the people she loved, namely her parents and her two best friends Bella and Jackie. This would be quite enough for her. Victoria was living precisely the kind of idyllic life that she wanted, and she was blissfully happy.

Victoria had three faint moles on her face. One was high on her left cheek where beauty moles were usually located. Another one was near the left corner of her lip, which was supposed to signify that she was a connoisseur of good food. The last one was at the centre of her chin below her lips, which by the mystical science of molesophy meant that she was a loving and considerate person.

This is the paradox of Victoria. She was by no means a plain or homely girl. If one studied her features carefully, one might even decide that she was quite attractive. After all, it is said that “there are no ugly girls at sixteen.” … or maybe it’s eighteen. A sage most certainly said “there are no ugly girls, only lazy girls.” In any case, one thing can be said about Victoria—she was not lazy.

It all began on Victoria’s birthday. It was her Sweet Sixteen. She could ask for anything her young heart desired and her parents would’ve obliged, as long as it was something appropriate and within the confines of their modest means. Victoria’s parents were immigrants who spoke broken English with an accent. They came to Canada with nothing, but they always seemed to make just enough money to indulge themselves in small pleasures.

“Why don’t we have dinner at our favourite Chinese restaurant?” Victoria suggested. “We don’t have to worry about the girls. Jackie can’t come because she got grounded again for swearing, and Bella’s going through a vegan phase. It’s okay. I’ll do something with the girls after Christmas.”

“That’s too bad about the girls,” Victoria’s mom said. “But for your sixteenth birthday, we should try a better restaurant. What you think, Daddy?”

“You have some suggestions?”

“I feel adventurous,” Mommy said. “What about Indian food?”

“Can I make a suggestion?” Victoria asked.

“Sure,” her dad said. “It’s your birthday. You decide.”

“Let’s not go crazy,” Victoria said. “Let’s go to the place that we already know makes our favourite dishes at a reasonable price. Besides, we go there every year; they know it’s my birthday so we’ll get a discount and free desserts.”

Victoria knew her family’s financial situation. They’re always tight with money. They’d never travelled or engaged in any costly activities. Victoria had no complaints. She had no desire for adventure. Heaven to her was curling up in bed inside the warmth and safety of her blanket with a good book. Victoria loved books. She was a veritable bookworm. She devoured books for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. In fact, both her parents also loved books. That was another reason why the family never seemed to have any savings. They spent all their money on books, and they had a houseful of it. There’s an old Chinese saying, “you can find golden abode and jade-like beauty in books.”

Most of Victoria’s adventures took place within the pages of her books and inside her imagination. The longest physical trip she’d ever taken was her recent visit to the Bethune Memorial House at Gravenhurst, Muskoka.  It was a school trip and it took all of two hours to get there; but for Victoria, it felt like a journey to the far side of the moon.

Victoria shared many interests with her mom, such as cooking, singing along with musicals on video, and sewing her own clothes. She had a close relationship with her dad as well and shared some of his interests in classical music, chess, and watching sports on TV. While her dad loved to watch European soccer, Victoria was a big fan of the Maple Leafs, the Raptors, and the Blue Jays.

Victoria’s dad was an amateur stargazer. He’d taught Victoria since young how to recognize the major constellations and planets. He also told her the corresponding Greek myths, but usually the sanitized versions without the violence and the sex.

Victoria loved Cirque de Soleil. Her aspiration before grade 3 was to become a magician and join the circus. It’s a phase most kids go through. She later became a fan of the Amazing Randi and Penn & Teller. She taught herself how to do some of their tricks and became adept at prestidigitation and misdirection. In the process, she learned the lesson never to believe in magic.

Although Victoria’s parents came from a country where most people followed Orthodox Christianity, they’re not particularly religious themselves. On the other hand, they encouraged Victoria to learn about the various faiths and decide for herself what she wanted to believe or not to believe. They felt that the search for the meaning of existence was a deeply personal matter. They had a whole shelf of books on the subject. Victoria could read them whenever she had theological or teleological questions.

As a whole, the Solana family was a happy and contented entity, consisting of three interacting bodies that had achieved perfect harmony and perpetual equipoise. They never encountered any three-body problems.

For reasons unknown to Victoria—and no explanation was ever forthcoming—her parents didn’t want her to partake in any sports, physical games, or competitions. It was just as well, because Victoria didn’t like gym, sucked at dodge ball, and she certainly didn’t fancy acting like a klutz in front of her schoolmates. On the other hand, Victoria played a mean game of chess, and could probably beat quite a few other players at school, but she didn’t like being watched, didn’t enjoy humiliating her opponents, and would rather just be a kibitzer. That way, she could checkmate others in her mind and enjoy it just the same.

Despite living a mostly sedentary lifestyle, Victoria was amazingly healthy. She couldn’t remember the last time she needed to see a doctor. She’d been extremely lucky. Life was all too harmlessly and graciously Canadian for Victoria, and Victoria was as Canadian a Canadian could ever be, ranking way up there with the Canada goose, lumberjacks, maple syrup, ice hockey, and saying sorry when someone steps on your toe. 

But without warning and in the blink of an eye—or as Goethe would say, “den Augenblick”—Victoria’s life turned upside down and inside out. She lost both her parents and everything else she held dear. She could no longer be sure who she was. Her past life became a puff of smoke, suspending precariously in the air, to be dispersed into nothingness with a wave of the hand. By and large, she was like an ant on a Möbius strip or a ladybird in a Klein bottle, at a loss as to which dimension she belonged to. Victoria was lucky to still have her two best friends, but she would soon be separated from them by a continent and an ocean.

Never having stayed overnight anywhere outside of Dundas in her life, Victoria ended up half way across the world in a strange land, trying to survive among people who spoke an alien language. Meanwhile, she had to evade decidedly sinister and doggedly determined assassins, staring down the barrel of a pistol aimed point-blank at her face, and narrowly escaping death in a fiery car crash. She jumped off a plane mid-flight without a parachute, almost got crushed by six container trucks during a high speed car chase, and sank to the bottom of the sea while strapped inside a car. She dangled from the window at the top of the tallest building in China, wrestled with a hungry tiger, jumped off a cliff, and killed three men using one arm. All this happened to Victoria because, without being aware of it, she held the key to the greatest mystery of the universe.

“Stop exaggerating,” groaned Victoria as she struggled to get up. “Just tell the story the way it happened, please.” 

Dear Lord! This is unprecedented in the history of storytelling. The heroine of this epic tale has made a direct request for how her story should be told. While this is highly unconventional, given that she’s the protagonist, she does have the prerogative.

For those readers who may find the pompous and hifalutin lexicon of this literary fabrication discombobulating—or as Jane Austen would say, “extremely vexing”—the last sentence means Victoria Solana is the boss, and we do what the boss says.

So let us begin again, with less poetic licence and with minimal embellishments, to describe the improbable adventures of Victoria Solana and why she woke up wondering the whereabouts of her unicorn. As we all know, the unicorn is a mythical beast; it has no place in a factual story. 



About the author

Brought up in colonial Hong Kong and educated by Irish Catholic brothers, the author immigrated to Canada and pioneered Chinese language television in his adopted country. He later worked as an expat in China for two decades witnessing and experiencing the country’s meteoric rise. view profile

Published on March 15, 2019

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Genre: Historical mysteries

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