Tending the Stones for the Lock XI

By aaforringer on April 2, 2017 • ( 0 )

11th part of the new weekly story. (1st Part) The inspiration for this came from an off hand comment I made on Facebook, and since people seemed interested I decided to follow through. Happy Reading.

(1st Part) (2nd Part) (3rd Part) (4th Part) (5th Part) (6th Part) (7th Part) (8th Part) (9th Part)(Part 10) (Part 11)(Part 12)(Part 13)(Part 14)(Part 15)(Part 16)(Part 17)(Part 18) (Part 19)

Brodie opened the door as quietly as he could looked in on Mrs. Emily.

Mrs. Emily looked up from her book and motioned. “Come in Brodie.” Mrs. Emily adjusted the blankets around her and placed a book mark in her book.

“You can read even with the RV moving around like this.” Brodie asked.

Mrs. Emily smiled. “Oh I can make do.”

“Dante says we will be on the road till just after sundown, then we will be parked for the night.”

Mrs. Emily looked out the window and held up her hand in a strange gesture as if measuring something in the sky. “So another half hour or so on road maybe forty-five minutes.”

Brodie shrugged. “My internal body clock is messed up so much I am not sure how long that is.”

Mrs. Emily looked out the window again. “Yeah about thirty minutes.” She nodded. “The monks don’t go by watches and clocks they are much more in tune with the natural world.”

“No clocks or watches huh? It makes it hard to catch a bus or a plane on time?”

Mrs. Emily laughed. “Well I did not say the couldn’t tell time, no harm in asking a stranger.”

Brodie nodded. “I suppose so.” Brodie then proceeded to take Mrs. Emily’s vitals and note it in his journal that he kept.

“How are my numbers?”

“Good, your blood pressure and heart rate are good. Your blood sugar is a little low but that is to be expected you have not eaten in a bit and you are a still a little dehydrated.”

Mrs. Emily smiled. “I smell something good cooking out there.”

“Yeah the High Pilgrim is cooking up something and I think he was making bread as well.”

Mrs. Emily rolled her eyes. “Ah now I recognize the smell, it is the Jonathan’s specialty Beans and Faux Wieners.”

“Faux Wieners?” Brodie said suspiciously. ”

“Tofu and soybeans. He has been working on the ratios of tofu to soybeans a long time it smells good but the texture has always been a little off.”

Brodie shrugged. “Well better than what we had for lunch, that soup was awful.”

Mrs. Emily looked at Brodie. “You have not asked me any questions about what happened in the field?”

Brodie leaned against the door frame and sighed.

“You don’t have any questions?”

Brodie shrugged. “I don’t know where to begin, how do you ask questions about something you don’t believe just happened.”

“It did happen and it will continue to happen, the battle will go on even after I am gone.”

“But its magic.” Brodie said after a long pause.

“Magic, forces, mysticism, a dream become real, enchantments there are many names for what goes on.”

“I don’t think I can deal with this.” Brodie said his voice cracking and then he sat down on the bed at Emily’s feet.

Mrs. Emily reached out and patted him on the back. “Do you want to go home.”

Brodie looked up after a few moments. “But you need me.”

“I do, but I can manage without you.”

“I do want to go home but.” Brodie paused. “I do want to see more.”

“Well sleep on it tonight, tomorrow morning you will have to make a decision.”

“Why tomorrow?” Brodie asked. “Well if you take the next step with us there is no going back the only way out is thru.”

Sorry for the short entry but next week I promise a double length entry.

(1st Part) (2nd Part) (3rd Part) (4th Part) (5th Part) (6th Part) (7th Part) (8th Part) (9th Part)(Part 10) (Part 11)

Not crazy about the title, any suggestions will be duly considered.

The problem I have discovered with this type of writing is if I commit to something in the story there is no taking it back I just have to go with is and write my way out of it.

If you would like to read my last weekly story, A Disinclined Purveyor of Sequential Art her it is. (Written in 2013, the same year my wife left me, so I was a different person back then, and I hope I have learned a lot about writing since then.)

If you want to see one of my complete books try Disconnect in the Outfitters Universe.

My Response: The prophecy stated that in 60 years if the Stones were not properly aligned then the world would fall under the sway of the demon king for 1000 years. 1956 21 year old Emily the chosen one starts the quest. She arranges half the Stones around the planet, but then falls in love and life happens. Now it is 59 years later, Emily’s husband of 58 years passed away and one of the monks has found Emily and reminds her that she is the chosen one and needs to complete her task. Anyone interested?