Navigator, Chapter 14 – A Sunday Story

Posted bySuzette BenjaminPosted inPoetry
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*Recap: Supremely determined to both, honor her word to Setho Zang, queen of the harpies, and close The Door she had opened, Isabella entered the realm outside know reality, to obtain assistance from her guardian angel Methuselah, whom she had never met.

Isabella sought Methuselah’s aid to fix the little problem of the still-opened Divine Door she had unsealed which gave a Rogue’s gallery of invisible spirit hoodlums from the Dark Realm, access to Earth to wreak havoc with humanity’s collective consciousness.

Isabella then found herself in a strange place she thought was Morocco wrestling an incredibly strong person wielding a Damascus steel sword (Nimcha) trying to kill her and the drummer, outside the eerily strange hookah bar the two had exited minutes earlier.

(*earlier chapters listed at the end of this post)

And now, Chapter 14…

“What do you mean—

‘Except for you Navigator, no one here is human!'”

Isabella spoke between grunts, as she and the drummer (from the hookah bar) wrestled with the strangely strong assailant flailing a Nimcha sword. All three now rolling on the unpaved mucky slime of the dark alleyway outside the hookah bar.

Inexplicably, the assailant somehow continued to wield unflappable the Damascus-pattern steel sword with Isabella and the drummer doing their level best to restrain his sword arm, to no avail.

Isabella half grunting, half speaking posed questions, intent on trying to make sense of her present circumstance:

“Where are we and who are these people? And wait, wait, wait, how do you know my name (Navigator) who are you? Are you Methuselah?

“Ah, so many questions…where to begin…”

Replied the drummer still pressing his body on the assailant’s arm, and at the same time ducking from another swipe of the assailant’s Damascus-pattern steel blade.

And then…

Suddenly, the assailant sprouted bright white wings and flew high into the sky above Isabella and the drummer. The “assailant” glowed so brightly that his form and its light looked like a star in the night sky hovering close to the ground.

Then, the now winged “assailant” hovering in gleaming light overhead, gently let go of the sword. Falling to earth, the sword landed with a loud clang nearby.

In the next moment, in a flash of light, the winged “assailant” vanished…

As the sword fell to the ground, fire rose up from the mucky alleyway’s seepage and emblazoned the name “Methuselah” on the sword.

“What just happened?” Isabella asked quieting her breath from the rigors of battle.

“Ask him who just “delivered” my sword.”

“You mean that that was…was… a real top-level angel as in, Archangel type of thing!”

Looking at the Nimcha sword’s blade now engraved with “Methuselah,” Isabella noted nonchalantly:

“Your sword, I presume? Then you must be—Methuselah?”

“Just call me “Metty.” Methuselah sounds so… ancient!”

Isabella nodded a greeting of respect to Methuselah. However, she continued pressing for answers:

“So, that wrestling fight just now, with…with the man… urm, the Archangel with the Nimcha sword, uh I mean your sword, why did he try to kill us?

Metty (Methuselah) stood up. He said:

“The little battle just now was a test to establish if you could be trusted to handle what is to come, Navigator. The events to come, starting now will require some serious courage. There is no turning back now. Are you sure you are up for this?”

“To keep my word and close The Door, I have to be up for it.”

“But, but, you still haven’t answered all my questions. What is this place, and why am I the only human here?”

Methuselah stooped low to the ground. He began writing in the mucky ooze in the unpaved alley ignoring (it seemed) Isabella’s queries.

He picked up his sword with his name engraved in upper case letters on the length of the one-meter-long blade. The twenty-eight hundred-year-old human-turned-angel smiled as he examined his divinely personalized sword. He multitasked, still writing on the ground with his index finger.

The sword’s hilt was unusually designed of rare cypress wood and wrapped in indigo linen still perfectly intact after centuries of use.

Its knuckle guard, to protect his hand when wielding the sword, was made of twenty-eight sapphire stones encased in steel mounts arranged in one curved line in the shape of an ‘S’ shape, above the blade.

Suddenly someone spoke softly:

“Are you going to answer her questions?”

Startled, Isabella asked:

“Who said that?”

Methuselah kept writing with his index finger on the ground in the mucky ooze. Still silent.

Then Isabella had an epiphany.

She was meant to read what Methuselah had written—Not wait for a verbal response. As Isabella knew well, in the spy business, one never knows who might be listening.

Rushing to Metty’s side Isabella read/translated what he had written in ancient Aramaic in the grime and muck of the unpaved alley.

“O soil of Shangri la. ‘We two who are about to die in your fabled city of ghosts, salute you!‘” Signed – “Metty”

Suddenly, the soft voice (Methusaleh’s sword) spoke again:

“Navigator, Methuselah…Run!”

With a great rumble…

…the entire expanse of the night sky began rolling up into a coiled ball, like someone opening a tin can with a tin can key opener.

The rolled-up sky revealed the dark matter at the core of the unknown universe swirling, glistening, rumbling like faint thunder; but, somehow contained above, not moving further below, like the waves that somehow know how far to advance ashore at high tide.

Then, a blood-curdling scream from above, caught their attention…

The scream seemed to emanate from a disembodied pair of shoulders, the height of a skyscraper forty stories high, that suddenly emerged from the dark matter overhead…

And like the fabled Atlas, the disembodied pair of shoulders hoisted the entire night sky (now rolled up) onto its shoulders (for that was all there was) and heaved the rolled-up celestial sphere like a wrecking ball towards Isabella and Methusaleh’s position!

The now exploding pieces of the flaming rolled-up sky deployed a cataclysmic meteor shower akin to hundreds of sticks of lit dynamite hurtling out of control and falling to the ground where Isabella and Methuselah crouched…

Flaming bits and bobs of firey sparks crash-banged and twanged creating molten hailstones pummelling the ground around them. One such offending object just missed Isabella’s head scoring her mud-encrusted teeshirt’s right shoulder, and shredding its sleeve.

“Go, go, go…!”

Shouted Isabella to Methuselah who had already lept to his feet keeping his head low and sprinting.

Isabella raced alongside Methesula keeping pace somehow with his long stride.

Then a larger smoldering red-hot projectile landed in front of the two, halting their plight forward from the malevolent volleys from above.

At the same time, the two looked back only to discover that a large piece of the sky, the size of a small car, had crashed behind them blocking the way backward.

Without warning…Isabella’s sword that she carried in her bloodstream suddenly materialized on its own!

The twelve-meter-high flaming sword gleamed floating above Isabella.

Isabella knew what to do. She spoke to her sword:

“Shield!”

In that instant, Isabella’s flaming sword spun in mere seconds, an armor-plated gossamer bubble large enough for two. The glowing bubble was made of real angel hair and was armor-plated with secret heat-resistant transparent alloys invented by antiquity’s first bladesmith— the nephelim giant, Tubal-Caine.

Isabella and Methuselah could see the flaming particles from the sky raining down outside, while they were now safely inside the see-through gossamer-like bubble.

Meanwhile, Isabella’s sword hovered outside the bubble, busier than a centipede in a toe-counting competition, darting to and fro, swatting flaming particles out of its path, as it kept watch over the two souls inside.

Isabella spoke:

“Enough of this running and cowering in a bubble…let’s figure out what is going on and take the offensive!”

Methuselah smiled, secretly tickled at Isabella’s spunk.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea Navigator (Isabella). You are about to see why… very soon!”

Suddenly, a massive clenched fist inside a gilded gauntlet glove the size of a 28-story edifice appeared out of the void that was the night sky.

… then came the sound of thunder crashing as the massive gauntlet-gloved fist in one electrifying blow, crushed the protective bubble created by Isabella’s flaming sword…

… with Isabella and Methuselah still inside!

****To be continued next week**

Previous Chapters:

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13

Published by Suzette Benjamin

Positive thinker, inspirational, writer, faith

85 thoughts on “Navigator, Chapter 14 – A Sunday Story”

  1. 🛡Supremely determined to both, honor her word to Setho Zang, queen of the harpies, and close The Door she had opened, Isabella entered the realm outside know reality, to obtain assistance from her guardian angel Methuselah, whom she had never met.🛡

    Thank you for the recap, I needed the retread to get a grip on the new chapter for today.
    Two major tasks lay ahead.

    🛡Isabella sought Methuselah’s aid to fix the little problem of the still-opened Divine Door she had unsealed which gave a Rogue’s gallery of invisible spirit hoodlums from the Dark Realm, access to Earth to wreak havoc with humanity’s collective consciousness.🛡

    Just that one little mistake, that poured toxic substances into the minds of men, how regrettable

    🛡Isabella then found herself in a strange place she thought was Morocco wrestling an incredibly strong person wielding a Damascus steel sword (Nimcha) trying to kill her and the drummer, outside the eerily strange hookah bar the two had exited minutes earlier.🛡

    “She thought she was in Morocco?”

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    1. Re: thanks for the recap.
      You are most welcome.

      True enough eh. One mistake and things go pear-shaped.

      Yes, she did think from the smell of spices and the boarded up carpet stores that she was in Morocco in Chapter 13. But alas, she was mistaken😊

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  3. 🛡Suddenly, the assailant sprouted bright white wings and flew high into the sky above Isabella and the drummer 🛡
    Electrifying scene, magnificent actually; watching as the open heaven’s magnet spreads those wings drawing them up high into the skies.
    Scenes from a different reality.

    🛡The “assailant” glowed so brightly that his form and its light looked like a star in the night sky hovering close to the ground.🛡

    Powerful aura. Only im my dreams would I confront such magnificence.

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  4. 🛡As the sword fell to the ground, fire rose up from the mucky alleyway’s seepage and emblazoned the name “Methuselah” on the sword.🛡

    🤗, glorious, imagine witnessing a scene like this.
    Upon unassailable wings I’m carried across to a little island in the Aegean Sea!! Prolific imagery.

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  5. 🛡”You mean that that was…was… a real top-level angel as in, Archangel type of thing!”🛡

    Lol, one with half human and half angel blood innocently in awe of such a sight. Incredible.

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  7. 🛡“Ask him who just “delivered” my sword.”🛡

    😂, love it. Spoken in old language form

    Just call me “Metty.” Methuselah sounds so… ancient!”

    Then this. 😂.
    These ancient of days who refuse to grow old.

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  8. 🛡”The little battle just now was a test to establish if you could be trusted to handle what is to come, Navigator. The events to come, starting now will require some serious courage. There is no turning back now. Are you sure you are up for this?”🛡

    Strength to her.

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  9. 🛡“To keep my word and close The Door, I have to be up for it.”🛡

    The promise and task weigh heavy upon her shoulders.

    🛡The twenty-eight hundred-year-old human-turned-angel smiled as he examined his divinely personalized sword. He multitasked, still writing on the ground with his index finger.🛡
    2800 wow, -longer than the lifespan of Adam, – and still multitasking. Living the life of a heavenly keeps one busy. Extraordinary, for the human mind to fathom, but I think I would enjoy a run with Methuselah in another realm.

    🛡The sword’s hilt was unusually designed of rare cypress wood and wrapped in indigo linen still perfectly intact after centuries of use.🛡

    I had to pause here a moment just to smell the aroma coming from the cypress wood sword and its indigo wrapping.
    Absolutely surreal. The perfect wood, pliable and decay resistant, ideal for tge everlasting into antiquity.
    I lived in an avenue once upon a time, named cypress.

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  10. 🛡Its knuckle guard, to protect his hand when wielding the sword, was made of twenty-eight sapphire stones encased in steel mounts arranged in one curved line in the shape of an ‘S’ shape, above the blade.🛡

    28 Sapphires; stunning wood and metal work. Are they the vivid royal blue sapphires that vibrates to 6?

    The number 28 as in Methuselah’s years coming up again.

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  11. 🛡Then Isabella had an epiphany.

    She was meant to read what Methuselah had written—Not wait for a verbal response. As Isabella knew well, in the spy business, one never knows who might be listening.🛡

    Grandma coming to her aid, just at the right time.
    Hush baby hush

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  13. 🛡“O soil of Shangri la. ‘We two who are about to die in your fabled city of ghosts, salute you!‘” Signed – “Metty”🛡

    Oh my goodness, Shangri-la is also referred to as Eden .

    Interestingly enough there is a 1946 song call Shangri-la; a single  by The Lettermen from the album Hurt So Bad.

    I’m not sure if they are the same group but the KINKS also had a hit called Shangri-la. Below is a sample of some of the lyrics.

    🎻Now that you’ve found your paradise
    This is your kingdom to command
    You can go outside and polish your car
    Or sit by the fire in your Shangri-la

    Now that you’ve found your paradise · Or sit by the fire in your Shangri-La · Here’s your reward for working so hard · Gone are the lavat’ries in the back yard🎻

    People dreaming of an alternative life to the existing one they have, essentially containing the essence of genesis, one feels, when exploring the lyrics.

    And more: Shangri-La is a fictional place in Asia’s Kunlun Mountains; a remote beautiful imaginary place where life approaches perfection.

    WOW!!

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  14. 🛡With a great rumble…

    …the entire expanse of the night sky began rolling up into a coiled ball, like someone opening a tin can with a tin can key opener.🛡

    You know what, I had to look at that key once, twice, yes thrice
    Lol, then only I recall those tins, with the keys attached to it. Amazing technology but one had to have the knack to open those tins using the attached key

    Ah, I can see the sky being turned open.
    Marvelous imagery.

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  15. 🛡The rolled-up sky revealed the dark matter at the core of the unknown universe swirling, glistening, rumbling like faint thunder; but, somehow contained above, not moving further below, like the waves that somehow know how far to advance ashore at high tide.🛡

    Another glorious otherworldly paragraph. I am enthralled by the idea of a thinking ocean and the depth of understanding and knowledge contained in dark matter.

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  16. 🛡disembodied pair of shoulders, the height of a skyscraper forty stories high, that suddenly emerged from the dark matter overhead…🛡

    Oh lawd
    What is the word
    Grotesque
    And the exaggerated height of the shoulders
    I’m trying to frame these bizarre headless shoulders.

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  17. 🛡And like the fabled Atlas, the disembodied pair of shoulders hoisted the entire night sky (now rolled up) onto its shoulders (for that was all there was) and heaved the rolled-up celestial sphere like a wrecking ball towards Isabella and Methusaleh’s position!🛡

    Yes, it would be written in the old fabled Atlas, containing the tales of legends; titan, centaur, gulag and saggitary.

    Reads like a heavenly revolt unfolding

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  18. 🛡Flaming bits and bobs of firey sparks crash-banged and twanged creating molten hailstones pummelling the ground around them. One such offending object just missed Isabella’s head scoring her mud-encrusted teeshirt’s right shoulder, and shredding its sleeve.🛡

    Dressed in apocalyptic fashion

    🛡At the same time, the two looked back only to discover that a large piece of the sky, the size of a small car, had crashed behind them blocking the way backward.🛡

    Oh lawd, no place to hide or run

    🛡Without warning…Isabella’s sword that she carried in her bloodstream suddenly materialized on its own!🛡

    Just in time
    At the right moment
    The stirring of her vital blood stream

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  20. 🛡Without warning…Isabella’s sword that she carried in her bloodstream suddenly materialized on its own! Isabella knew what to do. She spoke to her sword:

    “Shield!”🛡

    What a terrific moment in another time

    🛡In that instant, Isabella’s flaming sword spun in mere seconds, an armor-plated gossamer bubble large enough for two. The glowing bubble was made of real angel hair and was armor-plated with secret heat-resistant transparent alloys invented by antiquity’s first bladesmith— the nephelim giant, Tubal-Caine.🛡

    Beautiful threading, out of this world imagery and biblical history coming together in a single paragraph

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  21. 🛡Isabella and Methuselah could see the flaming particles from the sky raining down outside, while they were now safely inside the see-through gossamer-like bubble.🛡

    Fantastic invention, absolutely in awe of the technology 👏

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  22. 🛡Meanwhile, Isabella’s sword hovered outside the bubble, busier than a centipede in a toe-counting competition, darting to and fro, swatting flaming particles out of its path, as it kept watch over the two souls inside.🛡

    Wonderful, soul winning and saving moment

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  24. 🛡Suddenly, a massive clenched fist inside a gilded gauntlet glove the size of a 28-story edifice appeared out of the void that was the night sky.🛡

    WHAT!!! so massive, I’m trying to picture this glove, from the nephilium age. They were giants warriors that walked the earth, but one glove with these massive proportions is mind-blowing.

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  25. 🛡then came the sound of thunder crashing as the massive gauntlet-gloved fist in one electrifying blow, crushed the protective bubble created by Isabella’s flaming sword…

    … with Isabella and Methuselah still inside!🛡

    I’m choking for the both of them.
    Another battle of the swords on the way
    From whence will their help come.
    The promise not fulfilled
    And the task delayed.

    Bravo, a gripping chapter, crafted with great imagination and insights.

    We are wearing our seatbelts
    Hoping that order will be restored

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      1. You are most welcome, as always I feel honoured to use my free expression in this corner of the cyber literart world.

        Wishing you a great Sunday.
        Thank you.

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