1313 Cemetery Way 5 The Time for Truth
1313 Cemetery
Way 5
John had returned again both
figuratively and literally. As the gate
slammed open and he charged toward her.
She could see the pictures in his left hand. Oh that woman she thought. Claire knew she had to tell him the truth but
feared the consequences John had come back to her again but this time he was
broken. He had been born as a set of twins,
one male and one female each with one half of his original soul. But then it hit her if he was going to run he
would not have come back! The first
thing she would need to do is explain the loss of time in the manor at 1313
Cemetery Way time is relative and passes differently in different places,
especially in different dimensions!!
As John ran he counted them again
first by two's then by four's 36 pairs in all equaling 72 graves on the
path. This was just one of many
mysteries to him. This whole place was
an enigma. The cemetery looked
incredibly old. Another odd thing he had
not noticed before were the obelisks surrounding the house one at each
corner. They were made from the same
strange material he had seen in the library and just like the library they
seemed to glow. He had other questions
on his mind though like who or what is Claire?
The woman in question was standing at the door waiting on him. He had sprinted the whole way back to the
manor. He knew he had to get to Claire
but did not know why there was just something about her smile and those green
eyes behind it. The pictures were enough
to prove whatever it was; timeless would be the only real way to describe
it. As he panted trying hard to catch
his breath he held the photographs up to Claire still tightly bound in his left
hand. "Not out here John, come
inside I will answer all your questions.
Though my answer may seem a little farfetched." As he breathed heavily he managed to get what
he was thinking out in the open.
"As farfetched as an immortal girl with beautiful dark hair framing
a set of timeless green eyes?" “You
always were a flatterer John!”
With a smile and a come hither wink she turned and went inside.
Seconds later the front door had
closed behind the two of them. "No
one can over hear us in here John."
Before he could even ask "I already know your first question it is
about the lost time between in here and outside." John looked shocked "How did you know
that?" "John what would you
think if I said because you have been here before and this has all already
happened in the past?" Claire had
just dropped a bomb on him suddenly so many things fell into to place he had
been here before not just in his dreams he had really been here. "John you actually built this place
along with your brother Merlin many lifetimes ago. Merlin told me to say hi and bye to you by
the way he recently passed on from this life." The only Merlin he could think of was from
the legends of King Arthur, but the mention of the name sent a shockwave
through him. The image of two small boys
running through a field of flowing grass swept through his mind just like the
breeze that would have blown through such a place.
He remembered a chilling detail
from when he was a child his sister Margo used to talk with an unseen figure
calling him Merlin. It started when the
two of us turned six. Then the memory finally caught up to him I used to talk
to him too. He never physically spoke
but he would answer us when we asked questions.
The image of the answer always appeared in our minds. Claire could see she had struck a chord in
him, as his tears began to flow. John
was crying for a brother he had never known at least not in this lifetime. "Claire can I ask how he
died?" His voice had changed she
could hear remnants of his former self giving her hope her John was still in
there. "He fell in battle against
the personification of darkness and all things considered evil!" The answer made john’s eyes
bulge a little, there were battles like that really going on. Then again he was in a place with an
immortal. That thought put it all into perspective.
After a long pause and his tears
subsiding Claire began her story again.
"Time passes differently based on your relative position. This house is multi-dimensional existing
neither here nor there. A powerful seal
protects it and filters who can enter it.
Only one who has known death but has not died may enter here. There are two exceptions to the rule. Myself and you in your fully realized
state. This time was different I can
invite anyone I see fit in but I did not formally invite you and you clearly
don't have all your memories. You beat
the system this time. When you returned
to the world this time your soul was split and the you I have known throughout
time was reborn as a set of twins of which one has died so by a strange set of circumstances
you have known death and not died. I was
watching the gate when you came today I suspected you would be able to pass
right through it. “So
the card was a test.”
Rather than answer the question she got nose to nose with him staring
deeply into his eyes. Only in her
thoughts could she say it he looks at me the same way no matter what life we
are in. Her smile turned to a giggle as
she drew back.
"Why the protective
setup?" John had asked the million
dollar question. Claire hugged him
tightly too her "I am so glad you are still you!" John was beginning to understand why she was
so strange based on the pictures and the way she was talking she must have
lived for a really long time. As she
released him he caught hold of her hand "I know I can't walk away from
whatever this is tell me more, Claire." The look on her face was both of shock and relief
he was not going to run. "Claire! You
are immortal aren't you?" "Yes
John I am immortal cursed to live for all eternity by Death himself. For the crime of stealling from him. And, what I stole was your life. The day I first met you, you lay dying on a
battle field clutching the sword now enshrined in the library." Seeing the look on his face "yes John
that sword is yours, that sword is the brother to one that no longer exists Excalibur. Yours is called Dark Thunder.
"On that day I happened upon
the remains of a battle and saw you in the center of a pond made from your own
blood. Death had already claimed you for
his own but when I saw your eyes and handsome features a voice said don't let
him die you have the power to save him.
I slid on my knees through your blood getting it all over myself. In seconds I had you head in my lap
performing the healing rite on you. At the time I was in possession of a powerful
amplifier that had the ability to perform rule breaker magic. Many centuries later it became known as the
Elven Light. Death was furious I had
stolen you from his grasp. As you lay
dreaming in my lap he reached his skeleton hand out touching my forehead, it
was then he took it not my life but my death.”
“Death stole your death from you? John was puzzled. “I am immortal because he stole my
ability to die. He did much more than
that. All will be explained shortly. The knowledge I have to give you is too much
for the waking mind. The first thing we
need to do is get you to remember your power.
Please John I need your help this place was built by you with the
promise of setting me free.”
“I don’t understand setting you free from
what?” “When
I saved you I was cursed so my necklace changed ownership it became yours. Years later we were on the run from the
Ravenwood clan and Death caught up to us your time had come. 150 years had passed and I had not aged a
day. As you lay dying Death gloated over
you telling you what he had done to me. He
made me the solution to a problem a previous generation had caused. In a mad attempt to beat an evil entity named
Daykin they had set a seal into motion that would remove magic from the world
and leave only science behind. If Daykin
had died it would have worked. Magic
would be sealed and history would reset.
With the seal in place his power was cut in half, the real trouble was
the seal screwed everyone. Daykin lived
and the end was set in motion. Instead
of two separate realities being born several hundred suddenly came into
existence all with separate histories.
The problem was they kept being born more and more and eventually they
would reach their limit and rebound on each other colapsing inward and undoing
all of creation. Death made me the
immortal pillar the glue that binds it all together. With the intent I would be alone and forever
seperated from my one true love.”
“You had other plans and summoned
the last of your strength to threaten Death to his nonexistent face. You made a wish on the necklace to forever
return to my side as many times as it took to set me free. And, with that your body vanished with your
soul. I have walked with you through
countless ages and watched you grow old and die more times than I want to remember. I love you John.”
As John sat quietly, his thoughts
raced. He now knew why he felt as though
he was walking through a dream. This was
not his world his world was whichever world Claire Graveless was in. He truly did not belong here. A timeless love kept him. Claire swooped in wrapping her arms around
him as he gripped her tightly a flash of memory took him. A scene like what had happened earlier in the
library played out. He woke up with his
head in her lap. The sun was setting and
they were by a large tree he heard himself say “you have such beautiful green eyes
am I in heaven?” Before he heard
her answer reality came knocking Claire had hold of his face looking him in the
eye. He gently took her hands in
his. “I am home Claire!” “Welcome home John!”
“Your memories have begun to return haven’t
they?” “Is
there a way to get them back faster?”
“John with your soul being split like this I am not sure,
before they would just flood back but this time with you being broken they are
too. You must reclaim your full
soul. Then the thought occurred to him “Claire
if I reclaim my sword will it help my memory?”
Claire did not follow, but several minutes later John had explained the
stone tape theory to her. It was
possible the sword had retained many of his memories like a recording of someone’s
voice. Before she could answer though
John was on the other side of the room.
John slowly walked over to the
sword encased in crystal. With no
thought of hesitation he placed his hand on it and spoke the words. "Dark Thunder I John Ravenwood have
returned."
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