What does it mean to you to be a warrior?
Neiko: A lot of
people think being a warrior and the greatness of it equals how many people you
kill or how many butts you kick and that kind of thing. It is only when
necessary, but from where I come from and places I have been it’s necessary
just about all the time.
My idea of a true warrior and a strong one is to defend and
protect the weak and those who can’t protect themselves, the land, and the
tribe—in some cases tribes. Strong warriors make sacrifices for the benefit of
others as well as for yourself at times and to withstand what comes your way.
That’s not easy. Strength isn’t measured by how far your throw your spear or
tomahawk or how big of a sword you can swing.
Is it hard being a female warrior, or is that normal where you
come from?
Neiko: At times
it’s hard because I usually fight men most of the time. I have to use wits and
speed a lot more. I’m pretty strong for a girl my size—I’m just 5 feet tall—but
I can’t go all She-ra all over a well trained male warrior and expect to beat
him in less than five seconds or a large group of them by myself.
It’s pretty normal in the part of Hawote where I come from because
of the Crackedskulls. Girls go through warrior training to learn how to protect
themselves, so they ain’t easy prey; then they choose if they want to serve in
battle. Some do and some don’t. With or without my title I would have signed
up.
What kind of training did you have to go through?
Neiko: In
general it’s called “warrior training”. We learn weapons training, hand to hand
combat, archery and marksmanship, tracking, balance and endurance, terrain
training, and wilderness survival skills. It’s the kind of thing passed down
from generation to generation.
I started all this training when I was six years old and completed
it when I was eight and began commanding my tribe’s warriors. Seemed to come
naturally. My author will tell you about that in a prequel that I think she is
calling “Hawote” that also includes the stories of some of my ancestors. She
needs to get started doggone it—well, I can’t complain—she is working on
another one of my adventures right now and when she finishes writing that one
she’s going to start the process to publishing one. I don’t really get why it
takes so long.
What is it like being the “Chosen One”?
Neiko: I
wouldn’t trade it for the world, but it does make my life more interesting,
sometimes hard. I always have to look over my shoulder for my enemies and pray
they don’t hurt my family and friends. The burden is kinda heavy, too, since a
lot rests on my shoulders. If something happens to me, then the Seven Tribes
and the hole land is up the creek.
I end up finding out I am the Chosen One in the Five Lands—kind of
the same thing but different.
Does your name have any special meaning?
Neiko: It’s
really, really ancient Greyhawk—that’s the language of my tribe in case you
didn’t know—that means “Strong One”. Of course it goes without saying that
don’t mean it’s just physically speaking. I am known for my strength among
other things. For some weird reason a lot of people find that attractive.
How does being Native American affect your interactions with other
races?
Neiko: Mostly
with Outsiders more than anyone else. It’s mostly because there are all these
assumptions about us that are so wrong that it isn’t funny. We like our ancient
culture and preserve it, but we also embrace modern culture as well. We like
reading fantasy books and playing video games and air hockey just like the next
teenager. I don’t know where people get we live like the Amish or something. We
only do that on camping trips or expeditions.
And for the love of Pete, we didn’t all live in teepees.
*Facepalm*. That is mostly from some of the plains people like the Sioux who
followed the buffalo. In the Southeast we don’t use adobe either—that’s the
Hopi. In the olden days we lived in longhouses or huts. These days we like to
build log homes or normal modern houses.Oh, I almost forgot, the recent run-in with the ancient Egyptians with my friends and me, that was interesting. You know that they thought we were savages, and that’s nothing new either. I heard through the grapevine some of the uppity rich elite from
No matter what time or place we are in none of us like to be called savages. It’s mostly untrue. Every race has their fair share mean, savage killers.
How does Hawote differ from other lands?
Neiko: I suppose
you must mean as opposed to the Five Lands. Hawote is located on Earth for one
and not in another universe. Of course everybody knows where Egypt US , Canada , and Mexico
How do you deal with having so many enemies?
Neiko: This is
what makes life hard. I have to keep a look over my shoulder all the time. I
meet new ones all the time, so that doesn’t help. It’s basically to take it as
it comes and kinda-sorta plan for ahead for them. It’s basically make it up as
you go along. I have some dumb brutes and some smart ones. The smart ones cause
the most havoc. The dumb brutes are more of an inconvenience and an annoyance
more than anything.
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Neiko’s Five Land
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Genre: MG/YA Fantasy Action Adventure (ages 7-16)
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The Indians and the Crackedskulls are locked in the turmoil
of war and presently in a stalemate. Her enemies, Raven and Bloodhawk, have
come up with a scheme to up the ante and break the stalemate into their
favor. Neiko later finds out that a land she thought she had only imagined
is actually real and contains a legendary and otherworldly evil
within it. Not only that, she becomes trapped there and must escape the world,
the people within it, and the sinister evil within.
Neiko must find her way back home and turn the tables on her enemies. Can she come back home and escape the evil that seeks to claim her
Neiko must find her way back home and turn the tables on her enemies. Can she come back home and escape the evil that seeks to claim her
After her eyes adjusted to the glare,
the two friends could see there was a cavern that was full of perfect crystals. They were in
all shapes, sizes, and colors and they came out of the walls,
floor, and ceiling. The beauty was spellbinding. “Wow! If I found
this in Hawote, then I’d be rich! This is a rock collector’s dream come
true!”
“Yeah, but didn’t you say that there were writings about
Ramses somewhere in here? I wonder where the ruins of Shadazar
are,” Quickstrike rambled.
“Somewhere in here, I guess, and I think we’re close. Let’s
keep walking and look at the walls. If there are any branch-offs,
then we’ll split up. If you find anything, then come looking.”
“Actually, I’d rather stick together, so we won’t get
separated.”
“Good idea, well, I like that idea better too,” she said as
they journeyed deep into the caverns. They walked and looked at the walls,
but all they found were arrangements and shapes created by crystal; they
gleamed and
sparkled when the light hit them like multicolored diamonds.
Luckily for them, there were no branch-offs, and the caverns appeared as
if they were carved into the crystal. New formations were growing in the
hewn walls.
Neiko found several broken pieces on the cavern floor; she
picked them up and slipped them into her pocket.
“Look, there’s an exit up ahead,” said Quickstrike as he saw
a break in the glamour and a darkened cave. As they entered the
door, darkness overtook them and there were ruins just ahead. “We found
what’s left of ancient Shadazar!”
“Yeah, and we have an
underground lake to cross. I wonder what’s on the other side.”
“I dunno, but I’ve noticed the further we go in, the further
we go back in time, so that could mean the writings are probably after
the lake. How do we get across?”
“There’s a boat right there.” They climbed into the boat,
and Neiko got the oars and began to paddle while Quickstrike carried
the torch. They could see broken columns and the remains of a bridge that
possibly was a
shortcut long ago towering over them. She kept paddling, and
then they saw a waterfall just ahead. Neiko paddled around it and
parked the boat on the bank of the hidden cavern. When they entered the
hallway, there were pictures and writings. “Neiko, look! We found it!”
“Hmm,” she said as she looked at the letters which were
surprisingly in the alphabet of her tribe. “Well, it’s written in
English, but it is written in the alphabet of my tribe. This will be easy for me to
translate.”
“That’s good. So, what does it say?”
Neiko looked at the battling figures and the dark, shadowy
form of the Dark Pharaoh fighting and slaying them. She ran her
finger under the letters as she read. “This is talking about something
called the Good
Pharaohs. It says that God created powerful beings called
Pharaohs to protect the universe from evil."
Escape From Ancient Egypt
Series: The Neiko
Adventure Saga
Publication Date: December
19th 2012 (ebook) Paperback coming soon
Format: Mobi, ePUB
Genre: MG/YA Fantasy
Action Adventure (ages 7-16)
Length: 215 pages in
paperback
Review formats: pdf, mobi,
epub
Blurb:
Seeking his revenge on Neiko for exposing him, Francesco banishes
Neiko into ancient Egypt
Excerpt: Chapter 3
Neiko’s vision turned from the
green light to the world spinning around her in dizzying speed. Neiko wasn’t
moving, but she felt like she was in freefall—like someone had cut the cable
from an elevator and she was plummeting with it. Descending in what—space and
time? The evergreen and colorful deciduous vegetation of the Hawote woodlands
changed to a desert with a river with some greenery and palms nearby. The cool
autumn air of Hawote in October transformed into stifling, searing, dry heat.
Pyramids, sphinxes, and strange statues spun around her after her house, porch,
and front yard disappeared within the vortex. It was nighttime in Hawote, but
the sun rose and set as time flew by—from west to east--backwards. Beneath her
bare feet the wood from her front porch turned to nothing then into hot, soft
sand.
Neiko’s world stopped spinning, and
the sun was high in the sky. Neiko watched the sun to be sure it didn’t move
again. Wherever she ended up, she guessed the time must be about high noon there judging by the sun’s position
in the sky after a few moments of observation. The heat was intense, and she
discovered she must be somewhere far from home. “Where?” was the ultimate
question. A gust of wind blew the feathers in her long, black hair. Her hair
wrapped around her face, and she brushed it back. Sweat beaded out on her body,
and she tugged at her shirt and headband. “Phew! It’s hot out here! Where am
I--Death Valley ?” she asked. Death Valley was
the only desert place she thought of off the top of her head. She had never
been there, but she’d read and watched TV programs about the place. She looked
around, and a city was only a few feet away. She could see the buildings down
below from the high dune where she stood. She took a deep breath and fingered
the fringed sheath of her knife to reassure her confidence—without thinking and
by instinct. Then after a few more seconds, she trudged down to the city in the
soft sand from the dune to go find some answers.
Neiko entered the city still
dressed in her buckskin, decorated warrior clothes and painted for war. As she
took in the sights and from the confusion, she had forgotten she was armed. Her
machete was sheathed to her back, and so was her knife on her side. Incense,
perfumes, and music filled the air. She didn’t recognize any of the smells, but
the music seemed to be like Egyptian reenactments in movies. The buildings were
white alabaster covered in brilliant wall paintings. Some men rode on camels
like horses and others led them by a leash. Chariots cantered by. Neiko looked
around in amazement. This ruled out Death
Valley , Arizona Death Valley .
In
that case I can get on the first flight home, she thought. She believed that
she had landed in Cairo Phoenix
“Well, I can probably make up some story that
I was abducted or something—which is sort of true. Really funny, Francesco. I
guess you meant no way back since I’m broke. I’ll hitchhike back to Hawote if I
have to. I’ll scrounge around to see if I can find some change for a pay phone
on the road,” she remarked to herself, and maybe the phone book would have some
information on where to find an airport or something. But, then again, would
the phonebook be written in English or Arabic? It was a chance she had to take.
The worst that could happen was not getting anywhere.
Neiko began walking to find help, change,
a pay phone, the U.S. Embassy, an airport, or whatever she could find first. After
a few more minutes of exploring, she recognized the clothing of the people:
white linen kilts, some wore robes and fine jewelry, some wore headcloths while
others did not. No one seemed to be dressed like the Arab residents of 21st
century Egypt Cairo
A small group of armed soldiers
marched in front of her, but they didn’t pay any attention to her. They carried
swords, shields, spears, and were dressed in ancient Egyptian armor. She had
seen it in books and movies. They weren’t carrying guns or dressed in desert
camouflage BDUs like Egyptian soldiers of the 21st century.
She headed farther in to the
marketplace. It was obvious since people had shops and bazaars selling goods.
People were yelling and haggling. People thrust things at Neiko trying to
entice her to buy. Neiko put up her hands and shook her head. She couldn’t
understand a word anyone was saying. Funny, no one seemed to be selling
T-shirts, souvenirs, or that type stuff for tourists. Quite frankly, no one
seemed to be selling any maps.
Neiko walked up to a man who was a
merchant at a bazaar. He was selling all manner of fine jewelry. Heavy collars,
bracelets, necklaces, arm pieces, earrings were on display. All gaudy like the
ancient Egyptians liked. “Excuse me, can you tell me where I am? I seem to be
lost. Do you know where I can find a map or where the airport is? A phone?” she
asked as she made her hand like a phone and put it to her ear; her thumb the
earpiece and her pinkie the mouthpiece.
The man looked at her startled
because of her strange appearance and because he couldn’t understand her. He
was dressed in linen like everyone else and sported some of that same Egyptian
bling since he was a successful jeweler.
“That’s a little out of style, don’t you think? I mean, guys
don’t wear eyeliner…and, that skirt and that sheet on your head are not how
people dress nowadays. People dress like ancient Egyptians only on Halloween.
Last I checked it was still three weeks away,” Neiko said to the man as she
shook her head.
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