
***A very fictional tale***
Chapter 2
Later that afternoon, back parking lot – Hospital da Ordem’s, Trindade, Portugal…
Closing the hospital building’s back exit door with a loud click and fighting back the grief rising in her soul, Isabella thought of her late grandmother Clemora.
Her sorrow made her slow mournful plodding footsteps on the grey paved surface feel eerily light. It was as though suddenly, something had restrained her feet from its usual light-hearted cantor.
Suddenly, a voice tapped her on her right shoulder…
Isabella froze.
She turned her head slowly towards the sound but kept her stance poised forward…ready to run.
Isabella heard the familiar voice of her grandmother, Clemora speak:
“What are you doing my little Oracle? Quit pining for me. Get away from this place and go after the stone! Do not live out of my grave. Live your own life. Go!”
In terror, Isabella ran. However, suddenly and inexplicably a strange peace enveloped her awareness.
She began to notice her speed—it seemed double her usual clip. And her strength thundered in her ears as her heart raced faster than she had ever heard it before.
Now distracted by her abilities, Isabella stopped. As usual, she was not out of breath. She noticed the row of parked cars in the lot as life seemed to flow back to normal.
She took in everything: the parking meter on the pole, the light standard next to it, the warmth of Summer in Portugal by the ocean whispering in her nostrils. Laughter and voices from passersby from the street in the distance were muffled, soft, and indistinct.
To Isabella, suddenly everything seemed…more alive. Even the bougainvilleas dotting the parking lot barrier to the side street several meters away from where she now stood, seemed bluer than usual. They were her grandmother’s favorite flowers.
With a combination of awe and disbelief, Isabella realized that suddenly she could “see” and remember every vehicle license plate in the row of cars in front of her …and even those on the three cars parked behind her.
Suddenly, she felt it… As if someone had just reached out of the ether and added invisible tassels to the hem of her Dior jacket and pantsuit.
Isabella knew without a doubt that she was as of this moment, the new guardian of the onyx Templar stone. The only of the twelve Templar stones according to myth, that has the power to bequeath immortality. A myth that persisted for centuries based on a fool’s errand interpretation of the ancient Aramaic inscription on the back of the onyx Templar stone which reads: “There are some standing here who shall not taste death.”
However, Isabella knew from her late grandmother’s teachings—that the truth about the onyx Templar stone was neither about immortality nor, for the faint-hearted.
Isabella breathed in. She understood with a deep knowing why her grandmother Clemora “spoke” to her a few moments earlier.
Isabella knew that her next steps were no longer those of an apprentice. She had matriculated into her destiny. A destiny steeped in secrecy about a race of humans, alive since the great flood, known as—The Nephilim.
****To Be Continued Next Sunday****
Thank you Sadje. More to come…🙃
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Waiting 😍
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Okay 👍 🥰
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Interesting
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Thank you 💖
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Welcome!
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The excitement builds. What next I wonder?????!!!!
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I am glad you are enjoying the story, my friend.. More shinanigans to come…
Have a great day. Cheers.
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Looking forward to it. Happy Smiles day My Friend.
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Thank you my friend. Cheers.
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Cheers.
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Thank you for the continuition!
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My pleasure. 😊 Thank you.
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Your welcome
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Good going, Suzette 👌👌
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Thank you. More story to come…
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Oh yes, I look forward!
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♟grandmother Clamora or Clemora
An ancient ring to it.♟
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Oops sorry I made a mistake. Should be Clemora. Thank you very much.
Yes, ancient. That is the ring I was going for in her name. 👍
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Ok, interesting. Clamora remindes of a clam shellfish.
Great.
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Marvelous…a clam shellfish. I like that!
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Clasping a secret. Both names have are great with the emphasis on Mora …I think
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Exactly! “mora” meaning “trophy of the gods” mythically speaking of course.
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Wow, fascinating.
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Indeed! Names have such power.
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♟She then projected her thoughts into the ether of space and time, at least the very small portion over which she had command, and dressed herself in a real version of the Dior pantsuit and running shoes pictured on the magazine’s center page…♟
Fascinating practical introduction into the ether.
Science- fiction on the cards.
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Yes, fantasy adventure…mystery. At least I hope that is the genre I am going for on this one…😊
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Lol, you mean it could take a turn to another upper region.
The three combined is beckoning.
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Yes, “upper regions” indeed beckon…😊
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♟She turned her head slowly towards the sound but kept her stance poised forward…ready to run.♟
Lovely how the author introduces us to the athleticism of the Navigator – Isabelle
♟Do not live out of my grave. Live your own life. Go!”♟
Riveting moment.
Inspiring for the reader
Grief is such a compassionate guide.
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Well said. Yes grief’s compassion and patience..one’s faithful counsel.
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Absolutely, not elaborated on sufficiently.
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Agreed!
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♟Now distracted by her abilities, Isabella stopped. As usual, she was not out of breath.♟
This is getting exciting, thus sense of power bestowed or transfused upon the “knightess” of the Templar stone. 🙂, I hope I’m reading it correctly.
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You nailed it! Exactly so.
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☺, thank you 🙂
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♟blue bougainvilleas♟
I too love this tropical, shrub-like vine. I’ve never grown one in blue, only seen them in picture. Must be a sight to behold this magnificent blue in nature.
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Yes, a gorgeous flower. Reminds me of gentle laughter for some reason.
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Oh yes, that’s a lovely expression
Exquisite bloom in every way.
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Yes indeed!
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♟she could “see” and remember every vehicle license plate in the row of cars in front of her …and even those on the three cars parked behind her♟
So the bavigator has the ability to recall a past scene in detail with great accuracy!!!
Can you imagine what it means to live with this power?
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Yes,. And a heavy weight for a responsible person indeed.
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Not at all.
Huge responsibility
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Yes. But one given such abilities is given grace (I think) to bear it.
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Yes, true, it requires discipline and discernment, I think
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Amen!
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♟Isabella knew without a doubt that she was as of this moment, the new guardian of the onyx Templar stone♟
Heavy is the head that wears the crown.
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Yes, quite right.
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♟errand interpretation of the ancient Aramaic inscription on the back of the onyx♟
Love how you set the stage here for the impending unfolding drama
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Thank you. I try to give tiny glimpses…much, more to come on this.
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The readers need these pointers
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Excellent! Glad that is helps.
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♟There are some standing here who shall not taste death.”♟
Yes, mind- blowing how secret societies, networks, organisations even religious societies have inerpreted various ancient texts.
♟that the truth about the onyx Templar stone was neither about immortality nor, for the faint-hearted.♟
The stage is set
♟A destiny steeped in secrecy about a race of humans, alive since the great flood, known as—The Nephilim.♟
Here we go, action, adventure, sci-fi and epic fantasy 👏👏
We will have to wait and see.
Super Read.
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Thank you. I hope the stage is set.
Thank you for your kind attention to details. I know that this takes quite a bit of your time. It is humbling and a pleasure to read your excellent comments and insight.
Blessings to you. Happy Monday. Peace
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I delight Poet. 🙂
Thank you for your time too.
Have a wonderful Monday.
Blessings.
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Thank you. You are most kind.
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captivating, compelling and love the spiritual mysticism woven in your story Suzette! I loved it and the length was perfect for me! 🙏🙏👏👏👏👏👏
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I am really delighted that you enjoyed the story. Thank you for commenting on the length I plan to keep them to that length as much as possible. 💖
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