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(Page 1 of 3) Anarchistic Knights-a serialadventure Chapter 18E-The Gift by Joe Bandel
Misty as HighPriestess led a very special meditation and ritual for the Yule celebration and the blessings of the Lord and Lady. Tobal was wearing his mother's jade and amber necklace and his father's dagger. He carried the hospital bracelets with him in his medicine bag that he carried about his neck and the wand strapped to his left leg above his boot. He was wearing these things during the ritual.
His eyes were closed and he was imagining sitting on the floor of the secret cave beneath the waterfall. He was sitting in front of the central fire and had a heavy fur robe draped over his shoulders so he was warm and comfortable even outside in the dark. He had been practicing the meditation Crow had taught him and the impressions were becoming extremely vivid when his right arm was jostled and he opened his eyes in annoyance and looked up.
A man was sitting cross legged grinning at him. The man reached over and placed his hand on the dagger before Tobal could react.
"Hi son", he said. "Your mom and I have been waiting a long time to get this chance to sit and talk."
"Yes we have", a rich melodious voice joined in from the left. "I see you have found some of the things we left for you." She leaned forward and touched the necklace and he felt an energy like electricity flow through it and fill him.
As his father touched the dagger and his mother touched the necklace they both seemed to take on a more solid appearance. They also seemed to have more strength and energy.
They were both sitting cross legged on the ground in front of him. His father was on his right side and his mother on his left. They were dressed in the red robes of Master. Tobal drank in the sight of them, faces he had not seen since he was two years old. He wanted to burn this moment into his memory for eternity and always remember his parents as he was seeing them now. His mother wore her hair long and in braids. She had beautiful lips and gray eyes that twinkled at him. He saw the rise and fall of her breasts through an opening in her robe. He reached out to her and she held him tightly against her. His eyes burned and he blinked back tears.
"Are you really alive?", he blinked hardly daring to hope.
He turned to his father and gripped his hand firmly. His father had long dark curly hair and a thick beard with strong muscular arms and shoulders. Suddenly he was in his fathers arms being crushed in a loving bear hug. He felt his fathers hands on his shoulders gently pushing him away and back down on his cushion.
His father and mother looked at each other and then back at him. There was love in their eyes and humor too. They got up and stood in front of him. Suddenly they seemed taller and more powerful as the room radiated like the sun and his eyes squinted against the brightness. Their robes dropped and they stood as High Priest and High Priestess before him in nude splendor holding hands like the figures in the gold medallion.
"We are the Lord and Lady of the Oak", they said and seemed to swirl and move like heat waves until they turned two dimensional and receded back to merge into the life sized images painted on the cave wall above the altar.
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