Chapter 3:

Book 1, Ch. 3: Mortals of Significance

ANNO DOMINI ~Allium~ [Beta version]

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Leon Kampton walked down the streets of the city the next morning before school. The sun hadn’t quite peeked over the hazy horizon as the vice principal of Lyonbole stopped in front of the only gate, heavy with sharp spikes on top, leading into the largest monastery in Chicago, Saint Baptiste Monastery. He loved the monastery’s architectural design, and smiled as he gazed through the gate’s metal bars at the tall, wood double doors leading inside the main building.Bookmark here

“I wonder what’s going on here,” he said to himself curiously. “Something is strange, I can tell. I wouldn’t mind interfering, but I believe it’s nothing the good people residing here can’t handle.” Bookmark here

He looked at the gradually brightening sky before walking in the direction of Lyonbole Public High School. “Take care, and be strong, loyal followers at Saint Baptiste.”Bookmark here

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The sound of running footsteps echoed loudly down the cobbled corridors of Saint Baptiste Monastery, accompanied by the heavy breathing of the person whose feet were creating said echoes. Brother Samuel, a short monk in his late thirties, was filled with terror and had to locate Father Buck Dood, the priest of Saint Baptiste. There was no time to waste.Bookmark here

After rounding several corners connecting the arterial monastery corridors, Brother Samuel saw Father Dood making his way to the courtyard. With weary ankles, sore lungs, and a parched throat, the distraught monk stumbled toward the priest, who had turned around at the sound of labored breathing and sharp footsteps.Bookmark here

“Father!” Brother Samuel managed to call out between breaths.Bookmark here

“What is it, Brother Samuel?” The priest could immediately see the seriousness of the situation. As the monk tried to impatiently catch his breath and explain, he was comforted by Father Dood’s hand on his shoulder. “Take your time. Calm yourself.”Bookmark here

But the monk did not wait until he had the breath to power full sentences.Bookmark here

“The Chashman Artifact …,” he gasped, “is missing.”Bookmark here

Saint Baptiste Monastery was a cluster of large, beautiful buildings featuring dominantly Romanesque architecture with subtleties of the older gothic style to give visual accents to would-be rounded arches and colorless windows. Such was the habitat in which the residents lived, sworn to a life of poverty, chastity, and pursuit of true existence beyond the material world. Such was the environment that housed a well-guarded taboo that was hidden and locked away.Bookmark here

Father Dood, a sturdy man in his late-forties, moved down the corridors with a stride and pace he had not used in recent memory, Brother Samuel at his heels. The elaborately crafted ceilings seemed to stretch into the sky above them, filling with disharmonic vocals as the two men spoke of the unfolding event.Bookmark here

“I was doing my monthly routine inspection of the artifact chamber this morning,” Brother Samuel explained. “It was during that time when I realized something was amiss.”Bookmark here

“What did you notice?”Bookmark here

“The lock sealing the chamber was broken. Not unlocked, as it would appear if my key had been used, but damaged, as if smashed.”Bookmark here

“You have the only key to the artifact chamber,” Father Dood said, coming to a halt before a stone staircase that descended into a candlelit underbelly beneath the monastery. “That means anyone other than you would need to break the lock to get in.” The priest gazed down the dark staircase for a moment. “Myself included.”Bookmark here

The two men headed down the candlelit staircase toward the artifact chamber. The number of cobwebs and amount of dust increased on the way down, despite periodic dusting and cleaning that took place throughout the entire monastery. Although it was only speculated, many believed the uncleanliness was due to the proximity of the Chashman Artifact; the closer the artifact, the more its cursedness would be applied to the space surrounding it. However, it was only speculation.Bookmark here

“Father,” Brother Samuel said during the long descent into an increasingly mildew-laden place, “what reason would somebody have for the Chashman Artifact? I know that it has potential for evil … but that is only potential, right? From what I’m aware, the Chashman Artifact, because of the nature of the thing, could backfire on the user, whether the outcome be good or evil.”Bookmark here

The priest did not answer right away.Bookmark here

“Perhaps the thief is unaware of the artifact’s nature.”Bookmark here

“True,” the monk replied humbly, “but I am still curious.”Bookmark here

“Man can find a use for anything,” the priest said. “It is that very potential of the artifact that makes it dangerous.”Bookmark here

“We are very blessed to have hidden it away for this long,” the monk said, “but I feel we have failed.”Bookmark here

At the bottom of the dusty stairs, the priest looked straight ahead at the large door meant to be the physical protective barrier between seven billion people and the Chashman Artifact. Candle flames danced in the stir of air caused by the men’s arrival, illuminating the perpetually unkempt dungeon-like corridor, the trickles of candlewax down the stone walls to the stone floors, the spider-less cobwebs hanging overhead, and the eight-foot titanium door engraved with all sorts of symbolism with meanings the priest wished he could forget. On the ground in front of the door were shards of metal, and with a quick examination, the priest realized they belonged to the large double-cylinder deadbolt that had been thought to keep the door shut.Bookmark here

“See how it looks broken?” Brother Samuel said as Father Dood examined a piece.Bookmark here

“This couldn’t have been done by striking it.” Father Dood touched the hole in the door where the deadbolt once belonged. “It looks like it exploded from inside itself.”Bookmark here

“But how?” The monk considered some possibilities. “With explosives?”Bookmark here

“I’m not sure.”Bookmark here

“Surely somebody would have heard something that loud.”Bookmark here

The priest remained quiet. He looked at the door, at all of its inscriptions, at the hole where the deadbolt was, at the deadbolt’s pieces at his feet, at the candles with their dancing light, at the wax pooling on the cobbled ground, at the cobwebs with no hosts, at the bottom of the stone staircase that had given access to an intruder, at the monk who was opening his mouth to speak again ….Bookmark here

“You can see our footprints,” the monk said. “You can see how my footprints from just earlier are already getting covered in more dust. If it wasn’t for this cursed dust, then we’d at least be able to see the intruder’s footprints if they were here recently. But there’s nothing.”Bookmark here

“Brother Samuel.” The priest’s voice was deep and resonated in the dusty corridor. “Do you remember what the Chashman Artifact looks like?”Bookmark here

“Of course,” Brother Samuel replied, confused by a question with such an obvious answer. “All of us have seen it, but I’m responsible for its monthly inspection, so I should be most familiar with its appearance.”Bookmark here

“You know what sort of object it is, then.”Bookmark here

“A chalice. Gold, decorated with colorful gems and silver. Father, why are you asking me this?”Bookmark here

Father Dood straightened his back and looked at the monk.Bookmark here

“If it is a chalice, then why is it not referred to as such?” The expression on his face was stern, more so than the monk could remember it being. “Why does it have such an ambiguous name like ‘artifact’, rather than simply ‘chalice’ which is what it is?”Bookmark here

Thinking briefly, the monk answered, “To protect its identity. It’ll be difficult for somebody to know what we are referring to if it is called something ambiguous. So, it’s an extra level of protection.”Bookmark here

“That is true,” Father Dood told him, “but incorrect.”Bookmark here

“Incorrect?”Bookmark here

“It is not called a chalice, because it is not a chalice.” Father Dood looked at the inscriptions on the door again, then back at Brother Samuel. “It is a shapeshifter.”Bookmark here

With a heave, the priest pushed the large titanium door open. Its weight was impressive, and it was all thanks to its well-designed hinges that it could be opened by a single man. When the door was opened enough to let the corridor’s candlelight inside, for there were no lights inside the chamber itself, the priest entered, pressing into the darkness with the monk behind him.Bookmark here

“Is it really a shapeshifter?” Brother Samuel asked, looking into the heavy blackness directly in front of him. The blackness glared back. “It changes its form?”Bookmark here

“Yes,” Father Dood replied, looking at the altar in the center of the room that no longer held the artifact. “I am told that it is not alive, nor does it have a mind of its own. It is, indeed, an inanimate object and can’t change its appearance without an outside force.”Bookmark here

Brother Samuel was dumbfounded.Bookmark here

“This … is surprising.”Bookmark here

“As such, I believe it could not have escaped on its own. There was an intruder here …,” the priest glanced around the room that was shrouded in shadow so that its forgotten details were still unrevealed, “… if what I am told about it is the truth.”Bookmark here

“Father,” Brother Samuel said quietly, “Father, what should we do now?”Bookmark here

Father Dood put his arm gently around Brother Samuel, saying, “Go inform the others. Have them meet in my office. And tell Sister Farrah that we’ll be needing her skills again.”Bookmark here

“Yes, Father.”Bookmark here

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A large clock ticked audibly, mounted on the wall in Father Buck Dood’s office. The room was rather large, yet fitting all thirty-four of Saint Baptiste’s residents was a bit of a squeeze. Father Dood waited until the twenty-five brothers and eight sisters were present. He was standing patiently, occasionally glancing through one of many books on the only bookshelf he owned. When everyone was accounted for, the priest wasted no time in addressing the current events.Bookmark here

“I gathered you all here to share some rather bleak news.” He scanned the room, collecting eye contact with his entire audience in a matter of seconds. “Brother Samuel has informed me that the Chashman Artifact is missing. I have confirmed this for myself.”Bookmark here

There was a flurry of whispers and gasps accompanied by shocked faces. The priest gave a moment to let his message root itself deeply. Sister Farrah Elaina was among them, a young nun in her mid-twenties with light brown eyes and a seemingly tan complexion inherited from her Afghani parents. The shock of the news had come to her as well, but she remained calm and attentive; she was aware she would be essential to solve the sudden mystery.Bookmark here

“The artifact was most likely stolen,” Father Dood continued. “The thief must have snuck into our monastery during this past month sometime after Brother Samuel’s previous inspection of the artifact.” He cleared his throat, thinking about his words. “We do not know who the intruder is, where they are, or what intentions they would have for the artifact.”Bookmark here

Although there was great silence in the office at that time, the uneasiness was highly obvious and prominent. Not one of the Saint Baptiste residents had ever worried about a breaking and entering into the monastery, and that sole occasion had cost them the most valuable and well-guarded material possession they owned.Bookmark here

“Father, what does this mean?” asked one of the elderly nuns. “I do not understand the reasons behind the Chashman Artifact’s importance.”Bookmark here

“It is difficult to explain,” Father Dood replied, “and I am not entirely sure myself. Protecting and isolating the Chashman Artifact was a task passed down to me through countless generations, since a time so long ago that the origins of its history are poorly documented, and the veil of secrets have likely obscured much information.”Bookmark here

The lack of a definite answer did not sit well with the brothers and sisters, though they did not outwardly show it. Father Dood crossed the room to Sister Farrah and stood before her. They locked eyes.Bookmark here

“Sister Farrah Elaina,” Father Dood said softly, finding it within himself to still smile, “I ask of your assistance today.”Bookmark here

Sister Farrah smiled back, humbled and eager to help.Bookmark here

“I will be honored to offer my assistance, Father.”Bookmark here

The large clock continued to set the tempo of the office, a soft metronome keeping the larghetto pace at sixty beats per minute as a cold and indifferent observer to the quickening heartrates of every person within its audible range. Sister Farrah stood in the middle of the room, hands clenched tightly, eyes closed, sending out her prayers. Her prayers drifted to every keystone, peak, and nook within the monastery, relaying the answers back to her. Like sighs of dreams, invisible and undetectable by anyone else, the answered prayers ebbed back to the young sister. Satisfied with what she had learned, Sister Farrah stopped praying, her eyes opening slightly wider than usual, and a deep breath entering her lungs.Bookmark here

Sixty beats per minute remained the tempo.Bookmark here

“Did you find anything?” Father Dood asked her quietly and straightly.Bookmark here

“Yes,” she said. “There was, in fact, an intruder that made off with the Chashman Artifact.”Bookmark here

That was heartbreaking to hear, and the many residents solemnly bowed their heads. However, the priest was more concerned about the worried look on the young nun’s face.Bookmark here

“Anything else?” he added.Bookmark here

Sister Farrah looked at him with solidity in her gaze.Bookmark here

“The intruder has returned.” Silent gasps and silent prayers churned through the room. The priest looked around for nothing in particular, just around. Sister Farrah remained still and said, “We need to cast it out.”Bookmark here

“Cast out?” The priest considered that choice of words. “It isn’t human, then.”Bookmark here

“We should be successful in doing so,” Sister Farrah said. “It’s alone.”Bookmark here

The priest nodded, acting quickly. “Let’s proceed. Everyone, to the chapel. On the double.”Bookmark here

As the monks and nuns were ushered out of the office, Sister Farrah obtained her cubit rod from a drawer the priest’s desk. At eighteen inches long and forged from a deep red (mistakenly black) meteorite centuries ago, the antique measuring tool was abhorred by its wielder. Even after many uses, the young nun still had a distaste for the arduous tasks she accomplished by using it. For her, the tool represented struggle and conflict, yet she pushed onward again and again to strive for what she thought was true and righteous.Bookmark here

Through adversity, there is redemption; this notion carried her on currents greater than those of the ocean.Bookmark here

Her knuckles were hot from the measuring rod’s indignant, deific energy. A feeling of weightlessness chased away all of her inhibitions. The walls, floors, and ceilings of the entire monastery, with all of their stones, tiles, slabs, pillars, moldings, and ordinates, became her eyes and ears. Her soul was linked to that holy ground, and while she felt the writhing and crawling of the defiled intruder throughout the corridors, she hurried from the office with the rest of her fellow residents as the priest closed the door with a rigid slam on his way out.Bookmark here

The chapel of the Saint Baptiste Monastery was the most hallowed place on the premises, yet the journey there from Father Dood’s office was far enough to provide an opening for the wicked to intercept the residents. Sister Farrah was aware of that, as she could detect the intruder rapidly approaching them.Bookmark here

That was when the darkness arrived. Descending from the stretching ceilings, it seemed to push away the light as it fell. There was aim in its motions, and intent in its actions. Just the way Sister Farrah could foresee its confrontation, it was drawn to the clairvoyance and blinding spirituality with which the young nun flooded and saturated the stone passageways.Bookmark here

Raising the meteorite-carved antique tool against the encroaching evil, Sister Farrah was able to stave off any harm it had intended to inflict on her and everyone with her. Yet, the intruder’s blackness was as encompassing as air and behaved even more erratically and heavily than surging water. The light in the corridor was effectively being blotted out, as if eclipsed by hands over a lantern.Bookmark here

Futile were the defiled darkness’s attempts, however, since Sister Farrah’s weightlessness was able to push away the darkness with ease. It was a powerful darkness, but it was not the worst she had vanquished.Bookmark here

With an instinct that had been developed from many previous similar scenarios, Father Dood herded the defenseless group away from the danger.Bookmark here

“This way!” he shouted, his voice difficult to hear not because of excess noise, but from the vacuum of the intruder’s negative energy. “Sister Farrah will hold off the assailant!”Bookmark here

As everyone else was whisked away to the chapel, the counteractive assaults from Sister Farrah’s measuring rod continued to bat away the darkness, which recoiled and tremored with a sort of shuddering elasticity that dismissed physics. The beleaguered shadow, with its birthright of passing between the atoms and measurable forces, could not overcome the young woman. She had sworn herself to a life of poverty, chastity, and pursuit of true existence beyond the material world. Resistance against the sorry assailant was the fruit of her oath made real.Bookmark here

With a violent upward flux away from the conflict, the darkness fled and phased through the floor. Light and sound rushed back into the corridor as the negative energy migrated elsewhere. Although Sister Farrah could follow its movements, its destination could not be determined, and she had to join up with the others as soon as possible. Her resistance was superior to the intruder’s, but her speed was not.Bookmark here

Father Buck Dood shoved through the large chapel double doors, making both of them bang loudly against the wall on both sides, and entered the hallowed area with his fellow followers of faith. He too could feel the heaviness of the wicked darkness pressing down. Although he felt that particular nemesis was not the most formidable he had witnessed, it was still a great threat to the defenseless monks and nuns who possessed none of the grand blessings instilled within Sister Farrah Elaina and himself.Bookmark here

Each person swiftly bathed their hands in the carved stoup containing holy water, drawing crosses across their own torsos. Sister Farrah arrived moments after, sweating slightly and breathing heavier due to how fast she had ran to rejoin the others and intercept the intruder. Despite the reclusive nature of her life in the monastery, she had always made time to exercise her body and take care of her health. If anything, the short jaunt of sprinting only revved her muscles and mind, making her even more astute to the current crisis.Bookmark here

And the same could be said for Father Dood, whose rock-solid demeanor could be felt through even his softest and most gentle actions; who had been honorably discharged from the United States Army Special Forces in the mid-eighties; who had been disgusted by the ugliness of the war-torn agendas of the ever-fading line between barbarism and fellowship; who had dedicated his mind, body, and soul to the promotion and spreading of spiritual connectedness and harmony through peaceful enlightenment as a priest.Bookmark here

The intruder, being the embodiment of corruption and vileness, was greatly at odds.Bookmark here

A pronounced shadow overtook the chapel from above. Through sheer will power, Father Dood commanded the surrounding air to be saturated with heavenly purity. Before any more darkness could spill itself upon the monastery residents, the priest stretched out his arm toward the defiled intruder and tightened his fingers slowly, as if trying to clutch the shadows from afar.Bookmark here

“You are not welcome here,” he said.Bookmark here

There was a binding energy that entrapped the shadows in midair. The priest, his hand now appearing to be squeezing some invisible, unstable object, yanked his outstretched arm toward the ground. As if tied to a leash, the shadow fell sharply to the floor, unable to phase through its hallowed surface, in front of Sister Farrah, who was ready before the command had been issued.Bookmark here

“Now, Sister Farrah!” the priest ordered. “Everyone, offer your words of prayer!”Bookmark here

With the meteorite-carved measuring rod firmly in her grip held out in front of her, Sister Farrah directed the pure and righteous energy at the incarcerated intruder. The light around the floor seemed to be swallowed up, but the light from the young nun’s tool replaced it three-fold. The shadowy figure moved violently, lashing and gnawing with its tides of emptiness, all in vain, trapped inside the cage that held the keys to its demise.Bookmark here

Through the dying vacuum of the defiled intruder’s void, the praying voices of the nearly-three dozen faithful followers battered the shadow and plundered its stability. Sister Farrah’s energy, now glowing with more colors than the visible spectrum could allow, continuously razed the writhing wickedness. With a complete hold on the intruder, Father Buck Dood addressed every ear in the chapel.Bookmark here

“My fellow companions of faith, do you see for yourselves what this foul creature is? We have no home among any other denominations of the church, because in their eyes, we are evil. Our traditions are not to their standards. Our path is said to be one of falseness and blasphemy. Can they who seek to excommunicate us not see the true evil of this world?” With the one hand still clutching the invisible binding force, he thrust a pointing finger with his free hand toward the intruder. “This is the true evil! Right here is the very existence that threatens our own! Our very truth is that of understanding what this evil is … and ridding it from every corner of the world.”Bookmark here

The praying monks and nuns had fallen to their knees, hands still locked tightly, rocking themselves back and forth, tears streaming down their faces, eyes squeezed closed with the effort to shut out the oppressive image of the true evil in front of them, all while the priest’s words were still hot inside their minds.Bookmark here

Father Dood and Sister Farrah looked directly at each other, unspoken, feeling peaceful and unified, like there was no evil in the room at all. By the priest’s command, the intruder was nullified into oblivion without a shred of remains. Silence snowed over the monastery. From the many skyscrapers in Chicago, there was a terrific view of a beautiful glowing painting on Lake Michigan provided courtesy of the morning sun.Bookmark here

His heart still beating fast from the action, Father Dood straightened himself and turned to Sister Farrah.Bookmark here

“I have an old acquaintance I must contact immediately,” he told her. “They must know about the Chashman Artifact being stolen.”Bookmark here

Sister Farrah Elaina looked at the ground for a moment.Bookmark here

“Are you referring to … them?” she asked quietly.Bookmark here

The priest nodded slowly.Bookmark here

“I know how you feel,” the priest said. “I feel the same way. However, this is of utmost importance. I will request their assistance, and ask that you’ll cooperate with them.”Bookmark here

“I understand,” the young nun replied. “What will you have me do?”Bookmark here

“We’ll need to find others who are blessed with similar abilities comparable to yours and mine.” He looked at the other nuns and monks as they wiped the tears from their faces. “I’ll ask you search for other mortals of significance.”Bookmark here

“Yes, Father.”Bookmark here

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Moments before his alarm, Chris awoke. He sat up, feeling unusually optimistic. With a yawn and a stretch, he looked out his bedroom window at the morning sun. It was already looking beautiful outside with clear skies.Bookmark here

“Okay,” he said confidently, summoning Gunnhildr from thin air and clutching it with valor, “let’s make the best of this day!”Bookmark here

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