Sonja-Red: Land of Knot

Retold (fanfiction/adaptation) story of the '85 adventure-gem about inventive wanderer-heroics for revenge taste and femme-strength onsides.

Red Sonja (Richard Fleischer) fanfiction/adaptation. Happy Autumn-'25 Manic Monday, all (thanks so much for reading), 

DISCLAIMER: This work of fanfiction offers no ties to the referenced work/film of inspiration and is (therefore) cast as purely a 'personal' expression for social arts (for 'open' views/translations).

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"Friends, let me tell you of an inconceivable adventure of sword-and-trek, in a post-Apocalypse red-dirt Earth of incomplete-distances readings of survival's logic, which found me, Amlan Satan (Slovak-Algerian Catholic of the old American Homeland), as wandering swordsman-merc for work for desperates seeking escape from the clutch-claw of the sinister nihilist Queen Gedren, who'd erected a horrid castle of some thing power-vertigo. Friends, Gedren had seen the destruction of a village of defiant worship called Citadel, which left a fragile beautiful lady, Sonja, raped/young/desolate. Sonja wandered and grew into adulthood from late-teen age and become a 20something 'cat' seeking revenge and employed me to transport a prince of emeralds stalked by the horse-riding gargoyles of Gedren (Selfie-like)."

PRINCE TARN: So you can transport me and my treasure(s) safely-away from Hell.

ME (Amlan Satan, swordsman): I promise you (and lovely-Sonja) you'll be sane!

PRINCE TARN: Gedren's ugly; this is a time of masked riding; I'm grateful to you.

ME (Amlan Satan, swordsman): This Apocalypse remembrance Earth sees you!

PRINCE TARN: Sonja's valiant and vows revenge, Mr. Satan...may we have luck.

ME (Amlan Satan, swordsman): Perchance we sneak into Gedren's castle for keep.

PRINCE TARN: Gedren's stolen the Talisman from me; we retrieve it for magic/IQ.

ME (Amlan Satan, swordsman): Of course, Tarn; I'll pretend to be Gedren's drone.

PRINCE TARN: I feel quite happy now, and we need the valor (Selfie-like).

"Thus, Sonja, Prince Tarn, and I set out to invade the dark-castle keep of the hideous Queen Gedren, self-appointed monarch of all things of the desperates of this new Earth of Apocalypse-remembrance. Sonja and I started to fall in love, which is why I chose to relay this teller's-tale, and I'm burying it in a great treasured time-capsule word for future Earth archaeologists to find and make senses out of all this evil time of villains and priests (for leviathan/uncertainty)."

SONJA: You like my visage, weaponized, raped/displaced, vengeance-prone?
ME (Amlan Satan, swordsman): You strike me beautiful, 'red' Sonja (ha).

SONJA: Perchance I'm lucky to have finding a wanderer-runner with skill-arts.

ME (Amlan Satan, swordsman): You praise me with cleats; maybe more with love?

SONJA: Ha, you talk like dreamer...but if we triumph (with Talisman), yes, man.

ME (Amlan Satan, swordsman): Cool (Selfie-like).

"Friends, would you believe we triumphed? We did! Prince Tarn and I managed to 'snatch' that magical Talisman from Queen Gedren's Castle; and I deposed her minion soldier-guardians with stats and sword-steady palm and witnessed my lovely-lady 'cohort' ('red' Sonja) shoot that nihilist Gedren in the heart. Sonja kept her promise to seek-out love over hate (with me!). Tarn vowed to restore some sanity in this new reddish Earth (with treasures). Thus ended a dark faerie-tale of swords and 'knucklebones' for the repute of Sonja (ha)."

"Doing well is the result of doing good. That's what capitalism is all about" (Ralph Waldo Emerson). 

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