The Templar Stone – Chapter 4 – A Sunday Story

Image credit: Larah Vidotto | Pixabay

**A very fictional tale**

Introduction Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3

Chapter 4

As usual, Isabella took great care negotiating the portal leap. She was all too aware that despite her “abilities,” gravity did not play favorites.

First, she gave herself as much runway as possible as she attempted her routine leap off the edge of Portugal’s Hotel des Congrèe rooftop, across the nine hundred meters gap to the stone mansion that once was a World War II secret training school for code-breakers (also known as the crypt).

Nestled between two ultra-modern seventeen-story apartment buildings, the crypt‘s three-story ancient stone walls stood proudly.

Then, racing beyond lightspeed, Isabella launched herself into the portal between reality and the abyss at the edge of darkness. There, every color of the light spectrum became visible to her. In that place, Isabella traveled on a floating infinity mirror that channeled an innumerable company of rainbows encamped around her on all sides keeping her feet from the edge of the invisible darkness of the eternal abyss.

As spectacular as the veil between the known reality and the abyss seemed it was no place for a human to remain for too long. Each time Isabella used this angelic gift of “travel” she knew she had only nine seconds (that is, the time it takes for a thought to register as an emotion), and no more.

Lunging her six-foot (1.85m) frame off the hotel rooftop Isabella jumped through space arriving on the mansion’s rooftop, landing comfortably on all fours.

Isabella strolled to the bronze door of the mansion rooftop (the crypt) and slapped her palm on the access panel.

Leaning her face closer to the door’s voice and retina authentication panel Isabel whispered her assigned code:

“Volta do mar.”

The clang of the well-oiled 17th-century lock on the mansion rooftop door slid the five-ton door ajar a mere seven centimeters. That was all the space that Isabella needed to engulf her body inside her own shadow and “fly” through the door opening.

The effect of the human form engulfing its own shadow was like a swath of silk fabric in the breeze suddenly bathed in light…which to the untrained eye, could appear as…an angel’s wing.

Suddenly…

As she stepped over the crypt‘s ancient threshold, Isabella heard an unfamiliar voice…

“Hey, Peter are you comin’ over for tonight’s Man U. game on the tele? It’s my turn to pick up the fish and chips from The Duke of York.”

After a short pause, Isabella heard the voice again…

“What was that?… Bloody hell, it’s none of ye business where me calling from, you wanker. It’s your turn to bring the beers. Cheers, old friend. See you in a bit.”

Isabella listened wincing with embarrassment at the sound of paper rustling. Then came the sounds of a toilet flush. Followed by the distinctive sound of a zipper. Shortly thereafter, the stall door a few doors away from Isabella’s position swung on its hinges creaking as footsteps shuffled out of earshot.

More environmental sounds leaped to Isabella’s ears. Several male voices mingled with squeaking taps apparently opening and closing. Loud short blasts from automatic hand dryers punctuated the indistinct chatter and shuffling feet.

“No, no, no, no!” Isabella whispered to herself.

Gingerly, Isabella stood motionless. She took in her surroundings moving only her eye muscles. To her dismay, she discovered she was standing on a toilet seat inside a washroom stall!

The washroom stall’s walls were royal navy blue fiberglass-reinforced polyester (FRP). The door was slightly ajar. Isabella crept, tiptoeing off the toilet seat, and reached for the latch. She locked the stall’s door as softly as she could, with her still inside. Breathing softly, she quickly gathered her thoughts.

Feverishly, Isabella reasoned that, from the sounds and the cellphone conversation she had just overhead, obviously, she was not inside the crypt nor, in Trindade, Portugal anymore…!

Then she heard several more muffled voices and squeaking taps. She decided to make a break for it…

Isabella strolled out of the stall like she owned the place. She sauntered and swaggered up to the wash basin in between two men.

“Hello, Gentlemen!” said Isabella, beaming a smile.

Undaunted, Isabella leisurely peered into the over-the-sink mirror. She suddenly realized that parts of her face were covered in soot. In addition, her cameo pink Dior pantsuit was traumatized and riddled with rips and tears, courtesy of shrapnel from her earlier encounter with Zox, Seth, and Kloros.

Without reply, the two gentlemen’s faces turned several shades of red. They suddenly turned all their attention to their hands, and vigorously increased their hand-washing speed.

She washed her face and hands carefully.

Then Isabella strutted casually towards the Gents’ washroom’s main Exit as the two men on either side of her at the sink rushed to open the door for her.

Concealing her bewilderment, Isabella stepped out into a bustling crowd at… King’s Cross London Tube (Train) Station!

Unbeknownst to Isabella, the very thing she had been seeking had been seeking her…the onyx Templar stone had summoned her to its real time location.

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

Published by Suzette Benjamin

Positive thinker, inspirational, writer, faith

58 thoughts on “The Templar Stone – Chapter 4 – A Sunday Story

  1. 💯gravity did not play favorites💯

    As a trained Protector and someone who takes what she is doing seriously, I would imagine she moves around with an acute sense of gravity. With such a title, you take a risk without being reckless when heading up a Commando.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. 💛There, every color of the light spectrum became visible to her. 💛

    What does this mean, she could see ultra-violet light like a bee or butterfly?

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Now there’s a lovely idea… thank you! Great insight.

      She can “see” beyond…like seeing the license plates behind her as in the last chapter… More to come on her “sight” capabilities

      Liked by 1 person

      1. Ah yes, like having eyes at the back of her head.
        In the last Saturday I saw it as a photographic memory
        Here she can survey her whole environment just using the eye muscle

        Liked by 1 person

  3. 💙In that place, Isabella traveled on a floating infinity mirror that channeled an innumerable company of rainbows encamped around her on all sides keeping her feet from the edge of the invisible darkness of the eternal abyss.💙

    Wow!!!, so yes she has the ability to see other forms of light?

    Liked by 1 person

  4. 🤍As spectacular as the veil between the known reality and the abyss seemed it was no place for a human to remain for too long. 🤍

    Otherwise we would be blinded?

    Liked by 1 person

  5. 👼Each time Isabella used this angelic gift of “travel” she knew she had only nine seconds (that is, the time it takes for a thought to register as an emotion), 👼

    Then what happens to that emotion?

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Ah! Good question.
      Two answers for consideration:
      a. Our heroine has little time to think when travelling through reality’s veil.. time is not a luxury there. Her one thought…get in and out.
      b. for the reader’s consideration – if there is a moment (say, nine seconds) from when a thought enters the mind to when one actually feels the affect/emotion of it, can we take that time those nine sections to change the thought to something that might produce an emotion that is more positive/pleasing? Thoughts always come…can one change what feelings/emotions result?

      Liked by 1 person

      1. Yes, that is a very refined discipline 👏 👍
        I understand. She just has a very short time to absorb and change the feeling.
        A very refined nervous system
        Weighing attachment and detachment.

        Liked by 1 person

  6. 🤍seven centimeters. That was all the space that Isabella needed to engulf her body inside her own shadow and “fly” through the door opening.🤍

    Only seven centimeters? Wow!!
    Mind-blowing trick

    Liked by 1 person

  7. 🤍The effect of the human form engulfing its own shadow was like a swath of silk fabric in the breeze suddenly bathed in light…which to the untrained eye, could appear as…an angel’s wing.🤍

    Magical description, I was just going to ask

    Liked by 1 person

  8. 😂“Hey, Peter are you comin’ over for tonight’s Man U. game on the tele? It’s my turn to pick up the fish and chips from The Duke of York.”😂

    Lol, Love what you did here, comic relief after so much intensity.

    Liked by 1 person

  9. 🤍Gingerly, Isabella stood motionless. She took in her surroundings moving only her eye muscles. To her dismay, she discovered she was standing on a toilet seat inside a washroom stall!🤍

    Lol, and a men’s one for that matter.

    Liked by 1 person

  10. 🤍Feverishly, Isabella reasoned that, from the sounds and the cellphone conversation she had just overhead, obviously, she was not inside the crypt nor, in Trindade, Portugal anymore…!🤍

    Oh my word, what happened to her code?

    Liked by 1 person

  11. 🤍Without reply, the two gentlemen’s faces turned several shades of red. They suddenly turned all their attention to their hands, and vigorously increased their hand-washing speed.🤍

    Hilarious and uncomfortable 🤣
    And how they rushed to open the door for her.

    🤍Unbeknownst to Isabella, the very thing she had been seeking had been seeking her…the onyx Templar stone had summoned her to its real time location.🤍

    What????
    Wizardry on another level…
    Crazy suspense
    Mind-blowing adventure

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Yes! Lol…uncomfortable is the right word there…and what perfect gentlemen they are!🤣

      Pleased to hear that you found this installment suspenseful…that was the goal. Happy that you enjoyed the ins and outs of the plot’s wizardry too👍

      Thank you for your massive support and your always rich commentary. Much appreciated!!
      Blessings to you. Happy Sunday!

      Liked by 1 person

Comments are closed.

%d bloggers like this: