Wednesday, May 28, 2014

The Ancient Path, third chapter



Eight pairs of eyes watched the girl as she swung down from the wrought iron bannister onto the floor of the old temple. Taking the ancient path to the hidden place she walked confidentially, unaware of the witnesses. There was a chamber with a small door tucked in a corner just out of out of view. But the girl knew where to go.
Not one of the witnesses stopped the girl as she opened the long quiescent door of the chamber with a turn of a small golden key. Inside was something that no one had seen or even knew about for centuries. Shining like a star on a timeworn ornate cloth was a radiant jewel, perfect in splendor. It was the legend coming to pass. No one else had ever made it this far in the quest for the Lioness Stone, a gem meant for a Queen. A few people in the past had come looking for it and had come close to obtaining the jewel only to be turned back by the secretive machinations of the witnesses. Yet there she was, dressed all in black, grasping the large jewel with a tiny delicate looking hand. Carefully, almost reverently she placed the precious stone in a leather satchel. In minutes she was out of there. Now was the time for the watchers to become the guardians.
Kallista gasped in disbelief. “You all were there a month ago? You all saw me?”
Lightning flashed, its light illuminating the window. Rain began to fall softly as thunder rumbled in the distance.
"I was just getting to that part when you interrupted.” Raven spoke imperiously with a smile. “We saw you and knew you were the one destined for the jewel. We could see it glowing underneath the door as you entered the temple.”
“It has never done that before,” Simon replied pushing up his glasses as he handed to her an open book. “Read this prophesy.”
Bewildered, Kallista read from the page.

Out of obscurity comes the thief
Who is not a thief
Unknowingly called by the Lioness
To steal away for unto thyself
Thine jewel is bound to thee
Thy nature is light wrapped up in dark
Beware the stranger
Like a raging fire
The foul one will come
Holding out to the queen, a thorn
In the disguise of beauty of great worth
Piercing the heart ,the blood will flow
Death will follow but is thwarted by a balm.
Silent and strong while fast asleep
Thine healing will come
From a spring in the east,
Daphne’s tears in an alabaster bowl.
Carried on the hands
Of the faithful ones
Who guard thee day and night.

“You are not really a thief when you think about it,” Ezra mused while Kallista looked on incredulous.
"You’re kidding me!”
“Not really, the jewel was meant for you. It’s the prophesy and the fact that the jewel glowed for you, allowing you to take it, that confirmed what we already guessed.”
"It has not ever done that for anyone before.” Raven added.
“Not that many people tried to find it,” Simon interjected. “It was a well-guarded secret that we took great lengths to protect.”
All of them were sitting in the cozy library sitting in the leather chairs and couches.  Around them were shelves lined with elegant colorful bindings of books.
“I never saw or sensed any of you!” Kallista could not get over her disbelief.
“That’s because we are good at what we do,” Ezra replied smugly.
After a brief pause, where Kallista still stared at them with an open mouth, she finally asked, “How old are you all?”
“Same age as you are,” Ezra responded nonplussed. “How old do you think we are?”
"I figured you were all ancient!” Kallista shrugged
“Who would be weird enough to think that!” Raven scoffed,
“The way you were all describing it…”
“We are all from families who are guardians. Our ancestors did the same before us, as did theirs before them; and so on.” Simon replied calmly. “We are not immortal.”

“Well, that’s boring.”
Kallista got a pillow in the face.
At that moment, Mrs. Powell stuck her head in. “Goodness, there you all are.” She scolded gently, “It’s beginning to look like a sorority house in here, either that or a fraternity. But enough of that, it’s time you head to bed Kallista, dear. You have school tomorrow.”
Kallista nodded and Mrs. Powell left.
"So you all have families and places to go?”
“We do but our place is with you now, Kallista. We won’ t be going anywhere that you don’t” Simon replied.
“You don’t expect me to let you stay in my room do you?”

“Don’t be ridiculous!” Raven smirked. “This is a big house with a lot of rooms.”
The rain danced on the windows, drumming out an obscure rhythm.

“I call the big bedroom overlooking the street.” Ezra announced as he got up and casually left.
Simon and Raven stared at each other for a moment then hopped up and raced each other out of the library. Kallista could hear them racing all the way up the steps of the main staircase while arguing. For a moment she sat there all by herself. Idly she peered through the curtains out into the street in a lost effort to distract haunting thoughts that came her way.  It was dark and still raining; no one was walking the sidewalks now. Lights from the lampposts gave off their glow despite the looming darkness.
Like a thief, a thought danced through her head, one that she tried to evade, unwilling to face the questions of that night when her guardian had died. Just what had Serena intended for that jewel Kallista had found a month ago? Unconsciously she placed a hand over her heart, feeling it beat steadily. Nothing unusual had happened since that night Kallista found herself under a spell.
Pulling back from the window she got up and headed to the stairs. Slowly she started up the steps then paused as she heard some music. It seemed to be coming from the ballroom.  Bemused, she turned back and walked hesitantly towards the beautiful room.  When she got there, she found the door slightly ajar, the inner lights shining through.  Pushing the door open all the way she found the music was coming from a surround sound stereo.  Inside the room, Mrs. Powell was tidying up.

“What is the name of this music?” Kallista asked, captivated.
“Oh, you startled me child!” Mrs. Powel laughed slightly with relief. “I thought you would be in bed by now.”
“I was on my way when I heard this song. It’s beautiful.”
“It’s the Waltz No. 2 by Dmitri Shostakovich.” Mrs. Powell answered her softly with a smile. “If you would like, I can replay it for you.”
Kallista nodded in reply.
“I’ll let you listen to it but then you should head to bed.” Mrs. Powell spoke gently but firmly as she left the grand ballroom.  
The rich vibrant full sounds of the orchestra caught up to her, weaving a wonderful spell that she could not keep still for.  Swaying with the enchanting melody she moved about the room as if dancing with a partner. It was the second time today that she danced alone. Wistfully she wondered if she would ever get to dance with someone for real.
Unbeknownst to her, standing at a second story window, looking down through the glass doors was Ezra, watching her silently.


  1. This was amazing! :D
    I sense some romance between Kallista and Ezra :D
    Brilliant chapter *hugs* Can't wait for the next one :D

    And I wonder what the other lines in the prophecy mean... (very well written prophecy, btw :D)

  2. :D I loved this chapter! I loved the ending, and I loved imaging Kallista dancing in the ballroom while Ezra watched above, and I loved the prophesy too! That was fantastic! Simply LOVED this chapter! I am so looking forward to more! Please keep writing!!

  3. This was such a wonderful chapter. I especially loved the part where the guardians said they were the same age as Kal, and how Kal was really disappointed about that :P

    I also loved the prophecy, I think you did really well with it. I can't wait to read more of this, your writing is soo good.