Cher Companion

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic
Destiny is one thing but best left to our Dear Companion or Guardian Angel, who will always know...

Submitted: June 06, 2010

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Tough Roman soldier Sitanius entered the bedroom; looked at his dying father. The old man groaned, lacklustre eyes focused on his son. A flicker of recognition, then the slow tears down his thin face. Death beckoned...
"Son... remember... My vision...Be kind to ...she, who dies..."
The old man died as he dropped the stones of destiny, shocking Sitanius with their forecast of the end of civilization.
Sitanius, twenty years later, still puzzled over the words 'she, who dies,' even as a witch faced execution in Britain. Immediately he threw the stones; looked for guidance.
The vivid red-green–yellow-black-white sequence of the stones sprouted sweat on his face and hands. Especially when, in his mind's eye, his father's shining face haunted him.
Quickly Sitanius set events in motion: he ordered Aureenni brought to his villa.
"You are lucky-the stones and my father's words remembered from long ago saved your life," Sitanius said. "Can you cook?"
"Yes master. But it's your life; I am a poisoner." Dark eyed Aureenni smiled. She held out her hands for the bonds to be loosened.
***
Five years later Aureenni electrified listeners with her tale of how Sitanius got sucked up into the sky by a strange blue light, never to be seen again. Kidnapped by alien beings, perhaps. Aureenni prayed to her God, a prayer that 'must' be answered.
***
The Roman Empire crumbled away. Next in 3004 a colossal meteor from the galaxy E-Cobantal hit, devastating Earth. Civilization ended as forecast by the stones.
But Aureenni's prayer received by St George meant the saint managed to get Sitanius returned to Earth. Sitanius represented Mankind's only hope; a man used to propriate the gods.
St George fulfilled his pledge to save England in its darkest hour.
Sitanius opened his eyes on an endless sea of black dust. Suddenly the swirling smoke cloud in front of him parted; a man walked through.
"I, St George, charge you and your 'Guardian Angel' to save England and Mankind. Good luck, both of you. " George's spirit faded.
Voices in Sitanius's head chattered away. Impatiently he viewed the stones.
An unusual sound drew his attention as he met his Guardian Angel.
The twenty-year-old samurai, dressed in white, carried a double handled sword. The tie knot glistened on his head. "I, Mushashi, sword saint from many centuries ago- but to you I am your Dear Companion.”
Sitanius saluted, at the same time he noted how Mushashi's feet floated a few inches above the ground.
***
The two soldiers related to each other immediately; living by the sword bonded them together. In silent contemplation they gazed across the vast area of black desert devoid of grass, trees and any sign of life. A desolate ache thrashed through Sitanius; his soul craved a new life.
Mushashi laughed and joked as he withdrew the great sword 'Xching' from its sheath across his back. Suddenly he uttered the famous Kyoto battle cry and ended by driving his great sword into the black sand. Sitanius did the same with his "gladius." As the sun gleamed on the blades the men saw the swords quiver as if they were made of spring steel.
As the two swords vibrated a bright purple light surrounded them. The intense light seemed to attract famous people from history. First Arthur then Alfred, Alexander, other worthies, saints, holy men like Vincent of Saragossa and Emperor Constantine. Sitanius heard them urging him to succeed. As the visions faded, rocks a few yards away split releasing clouds of steam. Next came the sound of running water followed by clouds in the sky. Rain fell and next morning the first green heads of vegetation burst through the black sand. The voices urged him on with:"More! More! More!"
From then on Sitanius and Mushasi were tireless in rebuilding Earth, their efforts reaping the reward of changing charred dust to virgin soil. Each day brought the magic of something new. Plants grew, rivers appeared and then the birds and the insects came.
***
One day that inexplicable sound. They stopped in their tracks unable to believe their ears. Both warriors crept through the bushes and trees to investigate the origin of this unbelievable sound.
As they stole forward they saw a man and woman in primitive clothing. But it was the baby in the woman's arms that captured all their attention.
A warm glow of pride in humanity filled each warrior's heart. No words were needed to explain their work was now complete. Mankind would live again. Life was hope. Civilization reborn.
The Japanese warrior washed his sword in spring water, saluted Sitanius before returning 'Xching' to its sheath.
"Follow me!" Mushashi ordered.
He turned on his heels and walked over the edge of the cliff, walking as if on air. This indeed was a "dear companion" to the Roman soldier who watched him. As he watched Sitanius felt old, tired and apprehensive. He too drew his 'gladius', washed the sword and kissed the naked blade. Now where was his "dear companion"?
***
There was no drum roll as he marched towards the cliff edge. He kept his head high. Here was a disciplined soldier who carried a calm glow of faith and satisfaction on his face.
Suddenly he paused and fingered the stones of destiny. What would they say? He let them fall to the ground and saw his reward in the future. In that same instant scales fell from his eyes as he heard St George's voice. It was a warm, friendly voice full of compassion and good cheer.
"Rest. My friend. I thank you and your "Dear Companion "for saving England."
Sitanius marched on towards the edge of the cliff aware the voices in his ears seemed to have become multiplied by many thousands. They seemed to belong to a dense host of angels thronged around him. True he fell but there was no pain as they carried him aloft.
Someone held a book with his name written in gold and then he became aware of his oneness with God.
The End


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