Navigator Chapter 19, A Sunday Story

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Chapter 19

Isabella lunged forward crouching-tiger style, her right arm and left leg upraised as she hurled her body forward spinning in mid-air above the boardroom table in Shangri-la.

She calculated that— if Baphometthe embodiment of all evil,” could fight two moves ahead, faking his attempt to engage her, and then in a flash of trickery wound Metty, her guardian angel, a few meters away— then, Isabella decided that she would employ similar tactics.

Isabella knew the kind of “travel” Baphomet employed popping in unexpectedly, walking through walls, vanishing from one dimension into another. She concluded that he was “traveling” as she does, that is through a sliver in space and time.

Furthermore, she assumed that just as she could not keep up long bouts of travel through space and time because The Earth is bound by specific rules of reality, three-dimensional reality to be exact—she assumed that Baphomet had to endure the same limitations. One cannot fool Mother Gaia nor trample on her good graces without consequences.

Therefore Isabella whispered to her materialized flaming sword (that she normally carried about in her half human half angel bloodstream) and then threw her sword nonchalantly behind her.

Meanwhile…

Isabella advanced forward twirling her arms and spinning in precise circles Wudang Kung Fu style.

Swiftly Isabella engaged Baphomet seemingly without her sword.

Baphomet snickered at Isabella’s puny size relative to his stature. His vocalization echoed eerily around the room seemingly from all sides at once!

Isabella made a mental note, for future reference, of Baphomet’s psionic abilities which he had just revealed (that is his telepathic, and psychokinetic abilities to bend sound waves).

Then…

In one casual move, Baphomet leaned back and sideways swerving his hefty six-meter frame, avoiding Isabella’s lunging half-roundhouse kick.

As Isabella landed with her back briefly to Baphomet, he glanced at Isabella’s flaming sword which appeared to be circling aimlessly around the room.

Baphomet leaped picking up speed. He prepared himself to vanish through the wall of the boardroom presumably to capture Isabella’s sword from another vantage point.

Instead…

Suddenly, it became clear what Isabella had instructed her flaming sword to do when earlier she had whispered to it.

The sword had enchanted all the walls to respect the laws of gravity and of nature as they are known on Earth.

Suddenly the wall came to life…!

…The boardroom wall now enchanted by Isabella’s sword assumed the form of—an invisible hammer (shadow-kin to Thor’s Mjolnir) made of earth, iron ore, and water.

The enchanted wall/hammer clocked Baphomet on his goat-masked head with a mighty force, Whac-A-Mole arcade game style as he attempted to slip through the wall and travel through space and time as he was accustomed.

Baphomet surprised, tumbled to the boardroom floor catapulting, crashing into the robust legs of the almost 150-kilogram acacia wood table.

Adding insult to injury Baphoment lost his balance attempting to recover, he slid further along the boardroom floor trouncing his goat-masked head on one leg of the acacia table.

In an instant, however, he lept ninja-kickup style to his feet, flexing his shoulders, shaking off the incident’s effects on his form as though it never happened.

Isabella lept into the air and kicked with her right foot high above her head, her left foot pointing downward, and her arms outstretched…

Isabella’s flaming sword hurtled itself into her outstretched right hand.

In an instant, she lunged the sword with intent close to Baphomet’s midsection. With incredible speed, Baphomet picked up the massive boardroom table like a dinner plate at an all-you-can-eat buffet.

He threw the acacia table with lightning speed at Isabella who leaped and spun into and out of a triple axel freeform figure skating style.

Adroitly, Isabella swerved in mid-air out of the hurtling table’s path as it smashed into the no-longer-enchanted boardroom wall.

Wood bits and bots broke off of the table in large chunks. The sound was like a grand piano that had been dropped from a great height.

The largest portion of the massive acacia table attempted to resume its function rolling sideways teetering, trying to right itself. Instead, the hapless table top suddenly split in two and rolled furiously around the room, and picked up speed.

Isabella spun her sword arm from back to front and in one move of her flaming sword severed the table and grabbed a piece of the rolling table top and threw it back at Baphomet.

He swerved sideways to avoid the blow only to be met (as intended) by Isabella sneaking up on him and lunging her sword into his side.

Baphomet winced for a second but did not stop. Instead, he now fumed in anger.

Then…a sound startled them both…

Isabella’s keen ears picked up Metty’s faint moans as he lay on the boardroom floor. She yearned to rush to her guardian angel’s side to check on his state. But at the moment, the battle raged on…

Continuing her foray with Baphomet, Isabella rolled on the boardroom floor using her body as a battering ram attempting to capsize Baphomet’s gigantic form.

She seemed to recall in the ancient books about him, that Baphomet was not too swift on his feet. Images of him show that he was carried aloft by his “followers” more often than not when he visited Earth thousands of years ago.

Isabella planned to test her hypothesis…

Taking the offensive and seizing the brief interlude of Isabella’s distraction with Metty her guardian angel’s moans of discomfort…

Baphomet grabbed Isabella like a sack of potatoes at a farmers market and flung her airborne.

Isabella rolled mid-air sideways recovered and lunged her flaming sword into Baphomet’s chest, thanks to the fact that he had given her a lift higher to reach further up his six-meter frame.

Isabella now clung to Baphomet. She began climbing up his chest scaling his necklace and grabbing onto his neck…

Wrapping her legs into the gold chain of his massive necklace, Isabella clung, swinging and swaying in sync with Baphomet’s violent movements as he attempted to rip her from his neck, swatting her body with his immense gilded gauntlet right arm.

Peering into what looked like Baphomet’s eyes Isabella choked back her nausea as her stomach churned ready to give up its contents at the vile image she saw.

She discovered to her horror, why Baphomet had never been depicted in ancient books or in drawings without his three-horned goat mask…

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

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 Chapter 14 Chapters 15 & 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18

Published by Suzette Benjamin

Positive thinker, inspirational, writer, faith

92 thoughts on “Navigator Chapter 19, A Sunday Story

      1. Actually, I answer why every week in the story with the words…
        ” the flaming sword that she carries about in her half angel half human blood stream materialized ”
        Evil wants this secret transformation power and of course the flaming sword to boot.

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  1. 🔹️Isabella knew the kind of “travel” Baphomet employed popping in unexpectedly, walking through walls, vanishing from one dimension into another. 🔹️

    Sapphire, the gem from heaven, crouching within the folds of her thinking cape.

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  2. 🔹️Isabella made a mental note, for future reference, of Baphomet’s psionic abilities which he had just revealed (that is his telepathic, and psychokinetic abilities to bend sound waves).🔹️

    I was just asking myself which school of martial arts he mastered then I read this remarkable ability. Hectic. What kind of a mind is this.

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    1. Regarding your question “What kind of mind is this?” Baphomet is even more ancient than other demi-god/fallen angels. His “tenure” has given him lots of time to learn all kinds of wisdom and how to use them for his benefit.

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  3. 🔹️The enchanted wall/hammer clocked Baphomet on his goat-masked head with a mighty force, Whac-A-Mole arcade game style🔹️

    Lol, this is so funny. I just find out now about Whac-A-Mole arcade game. Do kids play this game.

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  4. 🔹️With incredible speed, Baphomet picked up the massive boardroom table like a dinner plate at an all-you-can-eat buffet.🔹️

    Lol, yes a boardroom table woukd be the size of a dinner plate for a figure-like Thanos.

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  5. 🔹️Isabella who leaped and spun into and out of a triple axel freeform figure skating style.🔹️

    Electrifying…. I just learned,

    “Only 15 female figure skaters have done a ratified triple Axel in competition: Midori Ito (the first one to do it), Tonya Harding, Yukari Nakano, Ludmila Nelidina, Mao Asada (the first one to land three triple Axels in one competition), Kimmie Meissner, Elizaveta Tuktamysheva, Rika Kihira, Mirai Nagasu, Alysa Liu, …”

    The craziest sport ever.

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  6. 🔹️The largest portion of the massive acacia table attempted to resume its function rolling sideways teetering, trying to right itself. Instead, the hapless table top suddenly split in two and rolled furiously around the room, and picked up speed.🔹️

    Lol, this is marvelously recorded. I can see it rolling over hilltops off on a journey of its own.

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  7. 🔹️She seemed to recall in the ancient books about him, that Baphomet was not too swift on his feet. Images of him show that he was carried aloft by his “followers” more often than not when he visited Earth thousands of years ago.🔹️

    Yet cunning, definitely the followers allowed evil to become a huge and uncontrollable monster

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  8. 🔹️Peering into what looked like Baphomet’s eyes Isabella choked back her nausea as her stomach churned ready to give up its contents at the vile image she saw.🔹️

    Ah I wouldve let go and fallen back on sight

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  9. 🔹️She discovered to her horror, why Baphomet had never been depicted in ancient books or in drawings without his three-horned goat mask…🔹️

    Oh nooooo and here we are left wondering why tooooo

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  10. Exciting read.
    I’m fascinated by the extensive investment in the groundwork for this chapter and also the others; before the potter starts to form the prose!!!

    Excellent 👏👏👏
    Riveting portrayal of the conflict.

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    1. You are most kind, thank you.
      I like the word “riveting” one tries to accomplish that in a story…not always a success.
      Thank you for your gracious comments, always insightful and full of mirth, never lugubrious.

      Happy Sunday. Blessings to you!!

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      1. I’m surprised, Suzette, why all these comments posted here today are coming to me as notifications. Some technical glitches, I think.

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