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Tending the Stones for the Lock IX

9th part of the new weekly story.  (First 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)

 

 

“Why what is going on?”  Brodie stated but Mrs. Emily did not answer.  Then she stood still and dropped her cane.  I went to pick it up but she growled.  “Did you just growl?”  Brodie stepped back away then he felt it, the air was humming, or maybe it was vibrating.  The air was charged like it was electrified.  He realized he had stepped back further from Mrs. Emily and if she fell he would not be able to assist her.  That is when he saw a blue glow.  The air around Mr. Webb was glowing as if he had a neon light strapped to his back.  Brodie shook his head then rubbed his eyes.  Then Mrs. Emily took a single step forward and he saw a similar glow from Mrs. Emily but whereas Mr. Webb’s was blue Mrs. Emily’s was green.

Brodie fell over a stone.  He realized he had been walking backwards this entire time and was a good distance away from Mrs. Emily now.  He watched as the older lady continued to take steps towards the road.  He looked for the High Pilgrim for help and did not see the older man.  Hans and Dante were standing in front of the RV with two long wooden staffs.  Where they had gotten them Brodie was unsure but they held the two figures in dark clothing back from approaching the RV.  Every once in while one of the dark figures would move as if to go around the RV but the two monks would stop them with a swing of the long wooden weapon.

Brodie turned back towards Mrs. Emily who had stopped advancing and the green glow around her had grown while the blue light around Mr. Webb and darkened and was almost a purple color.   Then all of a sudden the lights ceased and Mr. Webb fell down to both knees.  Brodie could see Mrs. Emily was wavering and he ran to her picking up her cane that she had left ten feet behind her as she advanced across the field.

“Are you okay?” Brodie asked.

“Yes.”  Brodie could tell she was lying as she was sweating and he saw that she was visibly shaking.  Then Mrs. Emily said quietly don’t let me fall till after Webb has left.”

Brodie looked up and the two figures, men he now saw, dressed in traditional mid-eastern robes were helping Mr. Webb into the car.  He watched as Mr. Webb was loaded into the back of the black car, none too carefully he noted and the car drove off without even fastening the older man into a seat belt.

Mrs. Emily followed the car with Brodie then when they were lost going down into a nearby valley she collapsed.  Luckily Brodie caught her and began to carry her back to the RV.

The High Pilgrim was coming down the step and Brodie brushed past the man without a word but glared at him when he saw he was about to talk. He laid Mrs. Emily in the rearmost bed of the RV and immediately felt for her pulse.  It was strong, a little rapid but he noticed it slowing down.  He then got out the blood pressure cuff and took her pressure.  The pressure was a little high but he took it again and noted it had dropped a few points.

“Are you okay?”  Brodie said as he saw her looking up at him as took the cuff off her.

“I am fine, I am so sorry for growling at you in the field but I was concentrating very hard and could not think of what to say that would get your attention.”

“That is okay Mrs. Emily can I get you a drink of water or something?”

She reached out and grabbed his hand firmly.  “No I am fine, but I think I would like to take a nap now.  Please have some dark chocolate ready for me when I wake up, I have a feeling I am going to need the calories.”

“Okay if you think that is best, I will be back in to check on you in a little while.”

“Good boy.”  Mrs. Emily said and gave his hand a squeeze and then turned over on her side to sleep.

Brodie made sure her cane was close by then checked the schedule on phone to see if she was due for any medicine and saw it would be hour before anything was called for.  He backed out of the the small bedroom and closed the door behind him.  He was met by the High Pilgrim and his two monks.  He glared at the High Pilgrim.  “Where were you and when she was doing,” he searched for his a word “whatever it was she was doing out in that field?”  He realized he was using a very angry tone and immediately got a very upset stomach which he did every time he got into a heated confrontation with someone.

The High Pilgrim looked at him curiously.  “What did you see?”

This brought up Brodie short and he stopped and took a step back his acidic stomach forgotten for a second. “I saw some weird lights, from Mrs. Emily a green glow and from Mr. Webb the glow started out blue then kinda changed to purple.”

The High Pilgrim nodded thoughtfully.

“What happened out there?”  Brodie said sinking into a chair.

“Well there are some very old names for it, but basically you just witnessed as far as your beliefs allowed a magical duel between two powerfully trained people.”

Brodie shook  his head then he started to shake.  “Its all real, magic, demons its all real.”  He quickly put his head down below his legs.  The High Pilgrim stood over him and patted his back. “It will be alright Brodie you are with the good guys.”

Brodie took a deep breath and nodded, then he threw up all over the High Pilgrims high top black canvas Converse sneakers.

“You are taking it very well.”  The High Pilgrim stated calmly.

 

(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.  

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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?

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Tending the Stones for The Lock IIX

8th part of the new weekly story.  (First 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)

 

Mrs. Emily shuffled around the field she was going to be feeling this in the morning.  Who was she kidding she was feeling the stiffness now and in the morning she wondered if she was going to be able to get out of bed.  She looked over the field letting her eyes unfocused and letting herself see the aura surrounding the field.It was almost a consistent shade of green with the dissecting lines of power that crossed the earth here being a darker green than the ones that did not cross each other.  When they had gotten here several hours ago the power lines were a dangerous black mixed with red. But after moving a few rocks the greens sheen started to raise to the surface.  Brodie was moving a large rock the last few inches it needed to move.  She watched him as he shoved the large rock a few more inches, stopped and then without any direction from her moved it one more inch dropping it into the proper spot.

Mrs. Emily waited a full minute then called out to him.  “Why did you move it that last inch Brodie?”

The young man looked up taking his hands off his hips where he had been resting them, as if satisfied with his work.  He shrugged as he answered.  “I don’t really know it just felt as though it was the right place for it to be.”  Then his tone changed.  “Did I move it too far if so I can move it back.”  He started to bend down.

Emily called out.  “No no, stop it is perfectly placed.”  She saw that he stopped and turned to face her with a confused look on his face. “I think you might have a knack for this.”

“I don’t even really know what we are doing here.”  He said confused.

“Well I don’t have time to explain right now but I promise you when we have finished we and I am feeling rested I will explain it to you fully.”

Brodie luckily did not ask any more questions and came and helped Emily place three more rock in their proper orientation when that was done she motioned for him to be still for a moment and looked over their work.  Now the power lines that crossed here glowed a bright brilliant green with a very pleasant coolness that invoked in her thoughts of a living forest or jungle.  She smiled that was good, things should stay good here for while.   “Give me your arm Brodie I feel a bit tired and I am very hungry.”

Brodie complied and helped her start shuffling back towards the RV which had been parked alongside the road the last several hours.  The High Pilgrim had produced a folder chair from inside the vehicle and sat meditating most of the day.  Brodie had looked over and asked if he was meditating why was he not sitting cross legged on the ground.  Emily had laughed and answered. “You watch too many movies, why should the position of the body have anything to do with the tranquility and peacefulness of one’s brain.”

“But arent they supposed to have the whole mind over matter thing going on?”

Emily shook her head.  “To many movies, to much Hollywood Brodie.”

They had another hundred or so yards to cross when Emily heard the vehicle coming down the road. Correction she felt the malevolence coming from the vehicle a few moments before she heard it.  Then she saw the dark four door sedan moving slowly but steadily towards the RV and she knew without a doubt their was three memembers of the opposition in that vehicle.

“Brodie we must stop here.”

“Are you feeling alright?”  He faced her and reached for her wrist to check her pulse.

Emily shook her head and turned her hand over grabbing his and used both their hands to point to the dark sedan that had pulled to the rear of the RV.

Brodie looked where she was pointing and then dropped her hand.  “Do they have dogs?”

Emily used her hand that he had dropped and grabbed his face turning it so he was now looking at her.  “No matter what happens don’t leave my side, and if for some reason we get separated do not leave this field until after sunrise tomorrow.”

Brodie’s mouth was open but no sound was coming out.

“Do you understand me, stay by my side and if we get separated do not leave this field until after sunrise tomorrow.  Nod if you understand me.”

Brodie nodded weakly.

“Good.”  Now that Brodie had instructions she turned back to the road.

Three figures were out of the car now, getting out of the passenger seat was a familiar figure.

“Mrs. Bartloski fancy meeting you out here.”  The English accent of Mr. Webb came across the distance.

Emily just shook her head.

“Are you having vehicle trouble perhaps me and my associates can give you a lift somewhere?”

“Mr. Webb I know your organization is based on lies and deceptions but please do not insult our intelligence pretending to be someone you are not.”

The two associates looked at Mr. Webb who was clearly the one in charge and he directed them with quick hand motions.  They went around the far side of the RV and stationed themselves in front of the vehicle  with about twenty feet separating them from the hood of the vehicle.  In the time it took for the two of them to move Mr. Webb removed his gloves and then his jacket he then unbuttoned his shirt and exposed his chest with what Emily figured from what she could see was a dragon tattoo.

Emily rolled her eyes.  “Please don’t think you impress me with the mark of the dragon I have dealt with twenty dragons before breakfast and have dealt with seven spiders before lunch the same day.”

Webb frowned he must have read that story in whatever passed for their archives then he smiled.  “You were a lot younger then, what was that about thirty years ago?”  Webb asked.

Emily smiled back.  “What do you think I have learned in thirty years?”

Webb sneered.  “I guess you learned how to walk with two fake hips and how to deal with life without a gall bladder, you might have also perfected your brownie recipe I suppose.”

“My brownies are to die for.”  She smiled.  “Brodie get behind me.”

 

(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.  

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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?

 

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Tending the Stones for the Lock II

2nd part of the new weekly story.  (First 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)
bowlingball

 

Brodie adjusted his seat belt for the third time making sure it was buckled.  He had never flown before and he was nervous, he was even more nervous though because of Mrs. Emily had been acting strange.  No that was not the right term, strange was what he Aunt Veronica did when she washed her cats with a hair dryer and no water.  No Mrs. Bartloski was acting bizarre.

“Brodie can you help me downstairs?”

Before he had a chance to answer his employer was  on her feet approaching the door to the basement and before he could stop her she was moving down the stairs slowly one at a time using both her cane and the railing.

“Be a dear and go to the garage and get the four way tire iron from the trunk of the car.”

Brodie looked at her dumbly as she continued to move slowly down the stairs.

Mrs. Emily descended two more stairs and “Just do it dear, I will be fine.”

Brodie nodded when he saw she was only two steps away from the bottom.  He went into the garage and found the four way tire iron.  Or as his uncle use to call it a lug wrench.  Carrying the black metal tool back into the house he wondered why she wanted this tool in the basement.  As he reached the bottom stairs he did not see Mrs. Emily anywhere.  “Ma’am where are you?”

“Back by the furnace, did you find the four way?”

“Yes.”  Brodie said coming into the area by the furnace and water heater.  Mrs. Brodie was standing beside the metal devices pointing towards a plate mounted into the wall with two lug nuts on two bolts.

“If you could loosen those two lug nuts, hopefully they turn easily the last time I had them off I oiled them with WD-40.”  The old woman said smiling.  “But then I had my grandson Tyler tighten them, he was fifteen at the time, but he played football so he war awful strong.”

Brodie had met Tyler, saying he was strong was an understatement, the young man was now playing linebacker for a large university and was occasionally on television.

“Tyler tightened them, when he was fifteen?  So you have not taken these nuts off in six years?”  Brodie said placing the lug wrench up at the nuts and then rotated the tool to the right size.

“Well he might have been sixteen.”  Mrs. Emily stated smiling.

Brodie placed the wrench in position and gave an experimental turn lightly at first then with more strength he pulled on the tool and the bolt turned slowly, with a few more turns it spun freely and he spun the nut off the bolt.

“Now the other one please.”

Brodie handed her the loosened lug nut which she placed on top of the water heater.  Brodie loosened the other nut with the same amount of effort.  Then he slowly took the metal plate off the wall, it was heavier  then it looked and  he placed it gingerly on the floor.  When he stood back up Mrs. Emily had closed the distance to the wall and was nodding as if seeing an old friend.  “Could you hand me the bag please.”

“Bag?”  Brodie looked into the hole and saw a blue leather vintage bowling ball bag sitting upright in the wall. Things had happened so fast this morning he had not even had time to guess what they were doing but he had not expected to find a bowling ball behind a hidden shelf in the basement at work today.  But seeing as how he didn’t have a reason not to he grabbed the bag by the handles and gingerly lifted it out of its recessed position where according to Mrs. Emily it had sat for close to seven years.  The bag was heavy but no heavier then he expected it to be.  “Are we going bowling Mrs. Emily?”

Taking the bag from him Mrs. Emily hefted it as if weighing it.  “Don’t be silly my dear Mr. Brodie, I can’t bowl with these new hips. ”  She placed the bag down on the floor. “If you would place the metal plate back on the wall and then bring the bag upstairs when you are done I have to make some phone calls.”

Brodie simply nodded and placed everything back the way he found it then carried the blue leather bag upstairs to Mrs. Emily who was in her small office off the kitchen.  He placed it at her feet and she simply nodded as she talked on the phone.

“No I am sorry I can’t make Jessica’s birthday, my friend Helen called this morning and I have to go help her out, she hurt her back and I said I would come out to Eureka and help her out for a few days.”

Brodie just stood there and listened he did not know what else to do, but this is the first time he had heard about a trip to Eureka.  They had gone there last year for a few days, it was a big house on the beach and he had to do very little except sit and read while Mrs. Emily talked to her friend.

“Now Meredith you know when you are hurting you want a friendly face around, remember when you broke you leg in college you were very happy when I came and stayed with you for a few days.”  There was a pause.  “That is what mother’s are for.”  Another pause as he guessed Meredith was talking.  “And I am happy to go help Helen but I am sad I will miss the party.”

Brodie was about to leave when Mrs. Emily started writing something on a pad and motioned for him to read it.  ‘Can you get someone to watch your cat?’  He nodded yes.  Then Mrs. Emily motioned for him to go and make the call.

Fifteen minutes later he returned to the small office, his sister had agreed to get his cat and take it to  her house and he had asked her to return a stack of library books he had beside the front door as well.  He had one library book with him, The Canterbury Tales, but figured if they were only going up to Eureka he would be able to finish it, and one book overdue would not be much money.   Mrs. Emily turned to face him after she finished typing something on her computer and smiled.

“Brodie can you be back from picking up some clothes from your house in about a half an hour, we need to be on the road in about an hour?”

He nodded thoughtfully.  “Sure I just did laundry the other day.”

“Good, do not forget your passport.”   Then went back to whatever she was doing on her computer.

Brodie looked at her quizzically but just chalked it up to an idiosyncrasies of the lady as he always carried his driver’s license which had always been good enough before when he needed ID.    Brodie then excused himself and got into his pride and joy a used metallic green hybrid and quickly got home packed a quick bag, fed his cat, Toby, ignored the cat  meowing as he got his passport from the desk drawer and made it back to his employer’s house in thirty-five minutes.  In the time he had been gone the older lady had made it upstairs and was placing things neatly into a suitcase.

“Would you close it up and carry it downstairs our car should be here shortly.”

Brodie did as he was asked then was there to ensure that his charge navigated the stairs properly using both her cane and the railing. Brodie admired the lady, with two hip replacements she got around very well.  It was only a few minutes later that a car horn beeped and Brodie loaded the suitcases into the hired town car with the help of the driver.  When Mrs. Emily was settled she made him return to her office and get the blue bowling ball bag and then she insisted he put it between them on the back seat .

The ride was uneventful  until they made a turn away from the northern route he assumed they would take , but Brodie said nothing wondering what route they would be taking.  It was not until they turned of the interstate towards the airport that he turned towards Mrs. Emily.  She smiled at his shocked expression and spoke before he could voice a question.

“We are flying.”

“To Eureka?”

Mrs. Emily took his hand in her hand and placed it very motherly on top of the bowling ball bag then she held his hand with both of hers.  “Well not exactly my dear boy, I told a little fib to my daughter, I have some business to attend in Finland, I hope you don’t mind coming along.”

“Finland?”  Brodie said shocked.

“I hope you are up for it, it is a beautiful country and I have already booked us two first class tickets.”  She said patting his hands.

“Finland isn’t it cold there?”  Brodie said the first thing that came to his mind, thinking of his few meager clothes in his suit case.

“Oh no dear it is summer there, just like here, granted it is a little chiller, but if you need some warmer clothes I will buy them.  In fact this entire trip is my treat so don’t worry about that.”  She said it warmly but turned her head away at the last part.

“So your friend Helen?”   He let the question trail off.

“Oh Helen’s back is just fine, in fact she is on a second honeymoon with her third husband.”  Mrs. Emily put her finger to her chin. “Or maybe it is a second honeymoon with her third husband.”

Two and half hours later Brodie was sitting in a First Class seat waiting for the plain to take off, his eyes fell onto the blue bowling ball bag that Mrs. Emily had insisted be stored where she could see it.   She had been adamant that the bag not be checked.

 

Emily woke slowly and easily, she had always been able to rest comfortably no matter the circumstances, and these first class seats were very comfortable.  She reached out to grab her cane and superstitiously tapped the vintage bag secured at her feet.   No one had disturbed it while she was sleeping which meant that they had gotten this far without someone being able to get on the plane with them.  She had been a little concerned about the change in planes at JFK but apparently  either they were lucky or the enemy was not on their toes.

She steepled her hands and mediated for a few moments trying to avoid the questions.  How long before they would have to deal with the opposition, surely they knew she was back in play and moving.  The visit from the High Pilgrim could not have gone unnoticed.  She stared out the window for a few minutes then looked at her seatmate, when would she have to explain what was going on to Brodie.  Looking at him objectively she noted  he was a nice looking young man, dark hair, strong chin and wonderful brown eyes.  He was a little above average in height, she guessed about about six foot tall, lean and muscular but more of a runner than a lifter.  He husband, Clark had been a runner when he was young, but later in life he began lifting weights and got very strong.

She sighed thinking of Clark, he was a dear sweet man and she missed him terribly sometimes, but she had faith that when her job was done here she would see him again on the far side of the grave.  She pushed those thoughts out of her head and turned her attention back to Brodie.  The poor boy had never traveled much and this trip was going to be a big adjustment for him, not to mention the purpose of the trip.  Emily sighed and decided to take care of a few issues before he woke up.  Pulling out her tablet she connected to the Wi-Fi on the plane and made reservations at a hotel in Helsinki.    Emily checked her e-mail, then drafted a letter to High Pilgrim Orujov telling him that his assistance was needed.   All she needed to do was to tell him where to meet them and his people would be there, she carefully place the draft into the old code and then she did some shopping for Jessica’s birthday present.  She felt bad not being there for the girl’s twelfth birthday but duty called.

 

(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)

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.  

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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?