The Templar Stone – Chapter 3 – A Sunday Story

Posted bySuzette BenjaminPosted inShort Stories, Sunday Short Story
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***A very fictional tale***

Introduction Chapter 1 Chapter 2

Chapter 3

The navy blue Jeep Grand Cherokee catapulted careening violently sideways in the air much like a soccer ball in a free kick. Metal and plastics separated from the beleaguered truck, spewing shrapnel 360 degrees across the hospital parking lot.

Isabella ducked with a swift genuflection of her left knee, and her right hand steadied her three-point stance on the parking lot’s surface, as the vaulting truck just missed her left leg and crashed in a heap of twisted material three meters away. Gasoline oozed out of the crumpled mass of twisted metal mixing with the already leaking antifreeze and transmission fluids.

Isabella sniffed the air. The gasoline cocktail did little to mask the all-too-familiar scent of evil.

Without waiting for the next volley by the twosome, whom Isabella knew from their battles with her grandmother, as Zox and Seth, she confronted her attackers. Isabella spoke in ancient Aramaic:

“Hello gentlemen, You are not welcome here. Leave!”

“You have no authority to speak to us!” replied Zox in English, spitting out each syllable, registering his implicit disdain that a mere weakling human had the audacity to speak to a god!

Zox and Seth flexed their hands in unison, ready to strike again. Their strides were in sync; the kind of synchronicity that comes from a working partnership over millennia. Their well-pressed grooming looked like the two had walked off the cover of Gentlemen’s Quarterly magazine, their impeccable silver tresses flowed in the wind, and their physical features were flawless. They looked nothing like their respective folktale portrayal in The Brothers Grimm stories.

Isabella did not wait for their next move. She was already in motion spinning in place into the appearance of a flaming sword. She accelerated forward, her airspeed launching her body like a javelin into the two Nephilim.

The two fell backward careening into the slither of time they had created moments earlier. The rupture in reality’s veil closed with an inhuman scream like a thousand howling wolves, as time and sound collided with the hidden forces of darkness, voicing their own terror at being shut out from the true light, forever.

Isabella whispered to herself breathing hard for the first time as she transformed back from the flaming sword to her usual form: “That was too easy! They are hiding somewhere close by…”

Suddenly from another part of the hospital parking lot…

Splitting the tear in reality’s thin veil between light and the powers of darkness, Zox and Seth stepped through as if, the otherwise impenetrable divine shield, was made of paper mache. The two marched forward towards Isabella…this time, they had brought “reinforcements.”

Without warning a thunder cell foreboding a tornado formed high above the now three Nephilim. The sky above the hospital parking lot appeared to grow darker. Wind out of nowhere kicked up massive debris from the car which began rising off the ground, on its own.

Isabella had only heard stories of Kloros but she recognized his legendary wizardry. Reputed to be the spirit of Merlin captured by The Nephilim and trapped in the appearance of an eight-legged pale horse breathing sulfur, Kloros was a deceiver.

Isabella marched forward to “greet” them. Her agility on full throttle increased with every step as flying debris bashed about in the forming tornado column. Isabella bobbed and weaved from the debris while suddenly Kloros flew overhead attempting to flank her. Kloros breathed sulfur into the oozing leaking heap that once was the Jeep Grand Cherokee as he levitated the pile of rubble and tossed it at Isabella, like a discarded writer’s draft into a wastebasket.

Kloros conjured up smoke and kicked it up with his hooves. He then directed the eight plumes of dark putrid smelling soot-like clouds at Isabella meanwhile… Zox and Seth had begun to unsheath their massive two-meter double-edged bomantium swords made from still smoldering Mount Vesuvius lava.

Isabella fell sprawling head first as debris knocked her violently off her feet. Her face was covered in soot from Kloros’ serving up the truck’s remains with a Grand Slam-style volley. Isabella shook her head to clear her vision and spat out sulfurous soot. Unharmed, she rose to her feet.

Deciding that her arch enemies’ parlor tricks were an attempt to delay her pursuit of the stolen onyx Templar stone, Isabella opted to retreat…for now.

In addition, Isabella reasoned that a continued battle here could endanger the few innocent bystanders that had begun to gather at the sudden “weather spectacle” in the hospital parking lot.

Isabella raced from the scene speeding with lunging steeplechase immediacy out of the parking lot. She sped unseen to the seventeen-story Hotel des Congrèe’s rooftop and jumped into the portal…to the crypt.

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****To Be Continued Next Sunday****

Published by Suzette Benjamin

Positive thinker, inspirational, writer, faith

63 thoughts on “The Templar Stone – Chapter 3 – A Sunday Story”

    1. Lol. Thank you for noticing!
      Fictional for me is made up tales with a bit of the believe-ability visible in the meaning.
      Very fictional is my take on the old fashion term “fanciful” which back in the day meant a serious stretching of fiction into the realms almost overly imaginative ( at least my weak attempt at it🙃)

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  2. 🙏🏼genuflection🙏🏼

    Thank you for allowing this old word and ancient movement so to say, to make its rounds.

    So fitting for the Templar Stone tale and Isabella’s epic journey in and out of time and space.

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  3. 🔥Zox and Seth🔥

    I can’t remember theses characters.

    🔥Isabella spoke in ancient Aramaic:🔥

    Super happy she can speak 6his language of the Aramaeans.

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  4. 🔥She accelerated forward, her airspeed launching her body like a javelin into the two Nephilim.🔥

    I can literally see her body quivering like a javelin
    Beautifully portrayed

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  5. 🔥careening into the slither of time they had created moments earlier🔥

    Lol, this is so funny how you described their disappearance
    Into this…

    🔥as time and sound collided with the hidden forces of darkness, voicing their own terror at being shut out from the true light, forever.🔥

    Terrifying

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  6. 🔥Wind out of nowhere kicked up massive debris from the car which began rising off the ground, on its own.🔥

    Wizardry, magical transforming powers of the wind.

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  10. 🔥Reputed to be the spirit of Merlin captured by The Nephilim and trapped in the appearance of an eight-legged pale horse breathing sulfur, Kloros was a deceiver🔥

    Interesting, I also also read that Kloros is a disease condition of green plants seen as yellowing of green parts of the plants.

    Deceiver and Destroyer.

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  11. Oh and my further research revealed to me:
    🔮The Kloros are a spacefaring species of chlorine-breathing, colonial insectoids which at some point in their history made contact with Humans🔮

    🔥Mount Vesuvius lava.🔥

    Straight from the Gulf of Naples. And we the spirit thay resides there.

    🔥like a discarded writer’s draft into a wastebasket.🔥

    This is painful dangerous nucleur waste, mesmerizing analogy

    🔥Isabella raced from the scene speeding with lunging steeplechase immediacy out of the parking lot🔥

    Isabella is as supple as one of the big cats, with a strong flexible body, quick reflexes, and retractable claws.
    Well that’s the impression left, upon reading.

    🔥jumped into the portal…to the crypt.🔥

    What all goes on in the catacomb, we are yet to know.

    Splendid, epic writing for Isabella and the wanderings of the Templar Stone.

    👏👏👏, till next week.

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    1. Well spotted– the analogy to the cauldrons of fire aka volcanos have the power both to create and to destroy. You made a powerful connection to nuclear waste. Brilliant insight!

      Our heroine is indeed gifted with “many qualities” including speed and stealth…well equipped for her labors.

      Thank you for your excellent insight, your glowing reviews, and your refreshing enthusiasm for these little stories. Much appreciated.
      Til next week…indeed More to come

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  16. loving this story and the imagery. this is a great line “The gasoline cocktail did little to mask the all-too-familiar scent of evil.”.
    Capturing and enthralling and you go Isabelle and Suzette too!!
    💖💖👏👏

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