This story was written in
response to the Tracy Island Writers Forum's 2006 Fic Swap
Fic Swap Request: Kyrano's day
off the island, on holiday.
this so difficult? Of all the decisions he'd had to make in
his life, choosing a place to go and take his next holiday
should have registered practically nil on the angst meter...should
with the mild demeanor and long, flowing robes slowly
uncrossed his legs and stood up from his spot on the floor in
the center of the room. He walked to each of the still glowing
candles that had surrounded him with their warmth and light
and snuffed out their flames with his bare hands. Having
finished that, he briefly took in his surroundings and
released a sigh of resignation. He had hoped that the peace
and tranquility of meditation would aid him in achieving his
elusive goal, that of choosing what to do and where to go on
initially scoffed at the idea of taking one but soon came to
realize that he was only human and just like any other man,
needed a brief respite now and then to recharge his batteries.
It was important that he remain strong in both body and mind
because along with the duties he regularly performed for the
Tracys, which he loved doing, there were the other, more
malicious intrusions upon his psyche.
not to devote any more energy to trying to come up with a
solution himself. He needed a fresh perspective on the matter.
So he decided instead to visit the resident authority on how
to make good use of one's free time...
haired Tracy looked up to meet the eyes of the family's loyal
Kyrano. What's wrong?"
nothing, sir. I simply wanted to seek your counsel on a matter
of grave indecision."
it sound like a matter of life and death."
all. It is just a matter that has not very often come up and I
am not quite sure I know how to go about making the best use
of my, uh, my vacation time."
advice on what to do with time off? Gordon grinned. "Sure,
I'll do anything I can to help." They ducked into Gordon's
living suite and sat themselves down on the settee situated in
what's all this fuss about a vacation, Kyrano? It's supposed
to be something that you look forward to, an enjoyable
experience. You know, a break in your usual routine. I imagine
you could use a change of scenery."
looked up at this last remark. Although he loved caring for
the Tracys and had come to think of their island home as his
sanctuary, it wasn't truly and completely his.
continued on. "You need to find a place that centers you,
makes you feel young and alive, like when you were a kid."
was it. He needed something, a new activity perhaps, one not
to be shared but that he could call his own. All that was left
now was for him to decide upon something he had never before
observed Kyrano's expression and could almost see the gears of
thought turning ‘round in his head. Then he leaned forward and
whispered something in the elder man's ear. Kyrano's eyebrows
went up and from his reaction, Gordon knew he'd made the right
you, Gordon. You have been a great help."
gentleman got up and quickly strode out of the room, his robes
kicking up a breeze as they fluttered. Gordon sat there
smiling and feeling rather pleased with himself.
he had a plan of action, it was time to tell the head of the
household about it. But, after observing said head in a fit of
frenzy and standing over the crumbled remains of some baked
goods meant for a charity auction, he decided to tell Mr.
perched himself on the corner of his desk while reading the
morning paper and as Kyrano approached, he saw the elder
Tracy's eyes peering at him over the top of page one, a cigar
clenched firmly between his teeth.
up, Kyrano? You look like a man on a mission."
eyes danced with amusement as he sighed. There was a
measurable pause and he felt the need to kick start the
decided the best way to handle this subject was not to handle
it but to just come straight out with his decision. Jeff
listened quietly to the plans his friend had made and to the
amount of time it would require him to be away from the
island. When Kyrano had finished, he stood there
waiting...waiting for a nod of approval...disapproval, some
well wishes or even a Bon Voyage. He would have welcomed some
reaction, any reaction at this point. He peered with
curiosity at the enterprising ex-astronaut.
detected a wisp of smoke still rising from the end of the
cigar in his mouth. There weren't too many things known to
render Jeff Tracy speechless and Kyrano started to think that
he may have fallen asleep with his eyes open or perhaps even
become catatonic. He was just about to ask Jeff if he was all
right when the two eldest Tracy sons sauntered into the
afternoon, Misters Scott and Virgil."
Kyrano." Virgil replied.
up, Kyrano?" Scott chimed in absent-mindedly, his focus
obviously on other matters. When he finally did acknowledge
Kyrano's presence he paused. "What's wrong with Dad?"
finished asking him for permission to go on my holiday."
great," Virgil said. "You deserve a break."
continued to regard his father with a modicum of concern.
Again, without looking directly at the kindly Malaysian man he
asked "Uh, where did you decide to go?"
"Considering your father's reaction, Scott, maybe some things
are best left unsaid until my return."
Scott took another glance in their father's direction and
agreed maybe that was best given the fact that he still
hadn't uttered a word and seemed totally taken aback.
Kyrano left to do some packing and book a flight. He would get
Tin Tin to take him as far as Sydney and the flight from there
to the mainland would be about 15 hours. It was a good thing
he'd taken 2 weeks off given the travel time involved in both
coming and going to his destination. He was sure his employer
wouldn't mind after he had gotten over the initial shock of
his announcement. After all, Gordon was right. He could
use a change of scenery and hadn't had one in what seemed like
stepped off the commercial airliner, he was already aware of a
change in the air quality. For one thing, the sweet perfume of
the blooming flowers on the island was absent and the blue sky
did not seem quite so azure. No matter, he decided. He was
here for the experience and that was what mattered. The
accommodations Jeff Tracy had arranged for him, once he had
recovered from his catatonic state, were quite comfortable,
not that he needed much or even planned on spending a
significant amount of time in them.
next morning he set out in anticipation of the day's
activities. Upon reaching his destination, he became intrigued
by the strange rituals and unusual modes of transportation in
use. There was a system by which visitors were corralled and
made to wait up to two hours before they could take part in a
number of the rites.
curious to see what it was they felt was worth such an
the "guests" spent much of their time, and indeed encouraged
even their children to spend much of theirs, paying homage to
objects of adulation, both stationary and mobile. Many of them
even donned some sort of ritual head piece with animal-like
protrusions coming out of the top. Kyrano was fascinated by it
all and was surprised by the fact that he himself had gotten
caught up in the festivities and had to purchase additional
luggage along the way to accommodate all the artifacts he'd
elected to take home with him. He was also disappointed when
Tin Tin told him her small aircraft couldn't carry all that
weight and the two of them back to the island. He
decided the only answer was to donate the items to needy
families in the hopes that maybe they could be sold on some
sort of promotional internet endeavor.
It was no
matter, he'd had a very interesting trip and was glad for the
time away. Though, as they got closer to home and the jewel
that was Tracy Island appeared on the horizon, Kyrano was
suddenly very happy to be going back to his paradise in the
Pacific. He knew he could travel to the ends of the Earth and
back, but his heart would always remain here, in this
sanctuary. It seemed to be there even more so than in his
native Malaysia at times. He felt at peace there and that was
a feeling hard to come by, wherever you happened to be.
welcomed back into the fold with a celebration dinner that
included all his favorites. Later, feeling satisfied, he and
Tin Tin returned to his room to unpack. Kyrano hummed softly
to himself as he did so. Upon hearing the strangely familiar
sound, Tin Tin froze.
Scott and Virgil, after trying unsuccessfully to wrangle
Kyrano's vacation itinerary out of Gordon, decided to include
him in an after dinner game of pool so they might continue
with the interrogation. They all happened to be passing by
Kyrano's room at that particular moment. Upon hearing the
sound emanating from within, the three of them stopped dead in
their tracks and looked at each other in disbelief.
Tin Tin wondered. "What on Earth is that strange music?"
"Oh, it is
a chant that was repeated during one of the rites of passage
that I experienced on my journey."
remember the words to the chant?"
believe it is a message of peace they were trying to convey. I
heard it in a place known as The Kingdom of Magic..."
the hallway, Virgil repeated "Magic?"
immediately by Scott. "Kingdom?"
the message, Father?" Tin Tin wanted to know.
small world after all..."
couldn't help it. He burst into a fit of uncontrollable
laughter, which ended up becoming quite contagious.