Navigator, Chapter 22 – A Sunday Story

Posted bySuzette BenjaminPosted inSunday Short Story
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Isabella (aka Navigator) paused motionless—she lay face down spread-eagled, unharmed while hundreds of poisoned firey darts whiz-banged around her. She was deep in thought strategizing…

Meanwhile, close by near Stonehenge’s entrance…

The nine-year-old girl, named Urthe, who a few moments ago outed Metty as an angel, stood at her makeshift fruit and lemonade stand.

Oddly, Urthe did not seem to be plying her wares, inviting potential customers (of which there was no shortage) to buy/sample her products.

Suddenly, Urthe seemed to be in a trance…

Her movements were peculiar, almost robot-like. She bent behind her makeshift stall and retrieved a strange-looking hammer, about twice her size.

She then leaned over the plastic frills of the makeshift stall’s awning and hung out a “closed” sign. Still appearing to be in a trance of some sort, Urthe (pronounced “Earth“), then wrote the following above the large “closed” sign:

“All remaining items free, help yourself.”

Then, Urthe vanished…

Meanwhile back inside Stonehenge…

Isabella listened. She heard a very soft voice speaking into her right ear, as though the person was standing behind her. Yet, there was no one there.

The voice which was not her grandmother was kind and supportive, and strangely familiar. Isabella felt in her gut that the voice was providing sound advice. The voice said:

“His gauntlet is his Achilles’ heel. But take care, Isabella it is also his strength.”

“Metty, can you provide a distraction? I want to try something.” Said Isabella excitedly, now armed with this new information.

“Yippy kah yay! She has an idea.” Whispered Metty, her guardian angel, to himself.

“What did you just say? Where did you learn English when you first returned to Earth after your millennia asleep?”

“From Die Hard movies, isn’t that how everyone learns real American!”

Isabella chortled, while the flaming sword that she carried about in her half-human half-angel bloodstream suddenly appeared, always on time and attuned to her thoughts.

In an instant, Isabella lept upward…

… her body as the hilt of the flaming sword looked like a chemtrail from an Airbus A380 airplane soaring sky fathoms above Stonehenge.

Elsewhere in Stonehenge two individuals: one male and one female, meet…

The male, a young man rather ordinary looking in a grey hoodie walked slowly towards the female.

His strong, square-shouldered muscular build and confident stance revealed little of the young man’s identity, save for the obvious fact that he had made excellent use of an annual PureGym membership.

The muscular young man in the grey hoodie asked the female, still a fair distance away from him; but, within earshot:

“Did you give her the message?”

“Yep Boss I did, whad up dude?”

“Please, can you not call me Boss or dude.”

The female dressed in a Druid costume replied:

“Sorry Boss. My bad, dude.”

All the while, as she spoke, she twirled a gargantuan gleaming blue hammer as if she was modeling the latest Fendi handbag offering at Harrods.

Winding up her swing rather smoothly (considering her diminutive size), the female threw the hammer like pitching a windup spitball; her whole body leaned forward and her left leg behind her airborne, while her right arm delivered the hammer forward in one smooth motion. Whoosh! could be heard as the hammer arrived at…

The young man’s position and… without breaking his stride towards the female, he extended his arm and caught the strange-looking hammer by its handle.

The young man in the grey hoodie smiled and said:

“You haven’t lost your touch Urthe, it has been… what, three hundred years.”

“Or thereabouts. Shall we crack on, Michael?”

****

And then… the ordinary became extraordinary—

The massive hammer is not really a hammer but “The Sword of Life” which can become any weapon in the hand of the holy leader of all angels, Archangel Micheal (which is who the young man in the grey hoodie really is).

As if on queue, a sudden and eerie darkening of the sky began. The spectacle was made even more peculiar, by the fact that the Sun shone brightly with clear skies just a few miles away from the Stonehenge environs.

…the sky belched rain torrents with occasional thunder hiccups as if it has been afflicted by some kind of meteorological malady.

Then… as abruptly as it began…

The rain and thunder stopped.

Everything went dark for the space and time of three seconds.

Under the cover of darkness, the once ordinary young man with the grey hoodie (Archangel Michael) suddenly grew in size and height equal to a two-story building…

What looked like white and gold wings quickly flashed open and then tucked into his spine. His wings’ cumulative 40-meter (131 feet) expanse, end to end, covered Stonehenge’s main entrance area completely.

The female Urthe following closely behind Archangel Michael, also grew.

Urthe’s height supersized from her diminutive nine-year-old shape-shifted body to her usual 3.6 meters (12 feet) height.

Her clothing changed from the Druid costume to her real clothes, an armored body suit, stitched together with fire-resistant chainmail as “thread” in shiny blue-black. Her bodysuit was crafted by her great grandfather— antiquity’s first bladesmith, the nephelim, Tubal-Caine.

Urthe’s only distinguishing feature—was the secret mark of God emblazoned as an unintelligible word tattooed in gold on her forehead.

Then following those few brief seconds of darkness, prophetically the Sun came out again, extending light and warmth to the Wiltshire plains of England at midday…

Swiftly, as if on queue…

The firey poison darts that had stopped because of the peculiar weather phenomenon— resumed peppering the wet grassy plains, bouncing off the stone monuments, whiz-banging, whacking, and twanging.

Urthe hustled behind Archangel Michael, himself walking with great haste to the battlefield that Stonehenge had become…

Stopping to install his and Urte’s divine cloaks of invisibility through the special telekinetic connection that existed between all lower angels and Archangel Michael, he said without speaking:

“Go help Metty with whatever he needs, please. Meanwhile, I have an appointment to keep…with the gates…of Hell.”

****

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

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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 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21

Published by Suzette Benjamin

Positive thinker, inspirational, writer, faith

91 thoughts on “Navigator, Chapter 22 – A Sunday Story”

  3. 🧭Isabella (aka Navigator) paused motionless—she lay face down spread-eagled, unharmed while hundreds of poisoned firey darts whiz-banged around her. She was deep in thought strategizing…🧭

    Oh I almost forgot she had a code aka

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  4. 🧭Suddenly, Urthe seemed to be in a trance…🧭

    burthensome, i was going to ask how to pronounce her name but you beat me to it

    🧭Urthe (pronounced “Earth”), 🧭

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      4. Yes, it when in this chapter, Isabella hears the voice that tells her, “The gauntlet is his Achilles’ heel, but be careful Isabella it is also his strength”
        The voice that spoke to Isabella in this chapter is referring to Baphomet’s Achilles heel (weakness).

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    1. I like your expression “thunder blasting” awesome!
      Yes, one never knows who might lurk in/around those mysterious places.
      Thank you for your constant and gracious support, my friend. Happy Sunday. Blessings!

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  8. 🧭The massive hammer is not really a hammer but “The Sword of Life” which can become any weapon in the hand of the holy leader of all angels, Archangel Micheal (which is who the young man in the grey hoodie really is).🧭

    It’s amazing how weapons appear when held in the anointed hands

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  10. 🧭Under the cover of darkness, the once ordinary young man with the grey hoodie (Archangel Michael) suddenly grew in size and height equal to a two-story building…🧭

    You just don’t know how the angels will appear.
    One could arise from a disabled form.
    And here, a young man

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  13. 🧭Sorry Boss. My bad, dude.” She said while she twirled a gargantuan gleaming blue hammer as if she was modeling the latest Fendi handbag offering at Harrods.🧭

    Ooo I must check out these Fendi bags

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  15. 🧭You haven’t lost your touch Urthe, it has been… what, three hundred years.”

    “Or thereabouts. Shall we crack on, Michael?”🧭

    The diminutive is that old. I wonder why 3 centuries

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  16. 🧭As if on queue, a sudden and eerie darkening of the sky began. The spectacle was made even more peculiar, by the fact that Sun shone brightly with clear skies just a few miles away from the Stonehenge environs.🧭

    Ive seen this living one side of a mountain it would be dark before the other side of the mountain. It felt like the days are longer and brighter on the otherside.

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  17. 🧭Her clothing changed from the Druid costume to her real clothes, an armored body suit, stitched together with fire-resistant chainmail as “thread” in shiny blue-black. Her bodysuit was crafted by her great grandfather— antiquity’s first bladesmith, the nephelim, Tubal-Caine.🧭

    Those are royal colours. Good to meet the bladesmith again, her granddad, fascinating

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  18. 🧭Urthe’s only distinguishing feature—was the secret mark of God emblazoned as an unintelligible word tattooed in gold on her forehead.🧭

    Gold shimmering upon Gold ?

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  19. 🧭Then following those few brief seconds of darkness, prophetically the Sun came out again, extending light and warmth to the Wiltshire plains of England at midday…🧭

    Oh yes we are here… Wiltshire
    A new testament?

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  20. 🧭The firey poison darts that had stopped because of the peculiar weather phenomenon— resumed peppering the wet grassy plains, bouncing off the stone monuments, whiz-banging, whacking, and twanging.🧭

    They back in this time?

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  21. 🧭Stopping to install his and Urte’s divine cloaks of invisibility through the special telekinetic connection that existed between all lower angels and Archangel Michael, he said without speaking:🧭

    Awesome energy transfer

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  22. 🧭”Go help Metty with whatever he needs, please. Meanwhile, I have an appointment to keep…with the gates…of Hell.”🧭

    Ah so he will deal with Legion

    An amazing read, great chapter.
    👏 👏 👏 👏

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    1. Regarding “Ah, so he will deal with Legion” – perhaps…more specifics to come on this.

      Thank you as always for the delightful teasing of the threads in the story that your craft with your comments, questions and observations. I am truly honored by your careful reading.

      Sunday blessings shine upon you and give you Peace.

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