The Heir Of Heritage
Months later….The days of a season came and gone. The
green to yellow brown Autumn leaves showed an indication
of the signs of change.
Lady Tauna Drake stood viewing outside her window, her
hand lay upon her unborn child. Her thoughts of Detective
Liam Niles still endure in her mind awaiting for his return.
Pastor Connor Drake stood watching her from her door. “It
defies all logic, this thing of customs, rites and love. Just think
Bren, anytime now, our heir grandson will be born. Damn.
Where is that Detective of ours.”
Bren, sitting on the his office chair, gives a reasonable sigh.
“Relax Connor. I did send a telegram, for the tenth time, in
the last nine months. Poor Tauna. She has been strong in her
own faith of Liam since she was three months, her love still
enduriths him. Yet, while on his assignment in England, the
poor man doesn’t know of his pending fatherhood.”
The phone rang. Bren taps upon it, holds it to her ear.
“Hello…. Liam!” her voice raised. ”You what? You couldn’t get
through for many months because of heavy regulations and
delays. Liam, for love of God, you must come now. It’s Tauna.”
Tauna, treads down the long corridor for her daily exercise,
then suddenly stops, as she sees Dayn McConol suddenly
appear, in front of her.
Dayn steps toward her. “So. You now carry his child. Why
Tauna, why? We could have had all this together, but you
chose him, the so-called master detective over me. ”
Tauna, slowly taking backward steps, tries to immediately
leave back to her parents.
Dayn, taking swift steps towards her, grabs her arm, backing
her up against the wall with his hands.
Tauna, struggling against him. “Nooo! Let go of ME!!!” She
struggled to escape from him.
Dayn enraged. “ Consent to me Now, or this will be your fate,
like with Sir Drake.” Suddenly, his body thrust up to hers, his
facial expression in shocking excruciating pain.
Liam stood behind him, his face close, against his. ”Indeed,
she carries the future heir of this kingdom-MY SON!!!” With
gritted teeth, Liam jaggedly pulls his dagger out from Dayn’s
back with jerking grit.
Dayn, fell to the floor unconscious.
Tauna, looked straight at Liam in much needed relief. “Liam.”
Then placed one of her hands against the wall, the other
hand, clinging a holding onto her unborn, bent over in labor
pain.
Bren followed Pastor Connor into the room, sees their
daughter in clinging to the wall in pain.
Liam, picks her up into his arm. “Connor, call the police and an
ambulance, get this nemesis out of here, Bren, I need your
assistance-stat! He steadfastly takes Tauna into her bedroom,
gently lay her upon her bed,sees white tapered candles lined
up around her bed. ”Blimey, Bren, what’s this all about?”
Pastor Connor enters, acknowledge him. “The sacrament
ritual of childbirth of a coming heir.” Taking a matchstick, he
struck it across the match box, then lit each candle, the aura
flames of serenity glowed around them. “The nemesis is gone.
Let it commence.”
Bren prepped Tauna, loosing up her clothing as she position
herself as mid-wife.
Tauna, breathing heavy.
A few minutes later…
Outside, the cold autumn rain fell, while inside, the light of
burning candles glows of spiritual warmth of ambiance in her
room, as a tradition of ritual to signal an heir to be born, as
she positions herself in bed about to give birth. Breathing
heavily, Sweat accumulating on her face, her hair streamed
wet with more sweat.
Bren supporting her. “Ok you’re doing good Tauna.”
Liam hand holding Tauna’s in support. “I’m right here, little
girl.”
Pastor Drake pacing back and forth. “Behold, I shall greatly
increase your birth pains.” He recites scripture.
Tauna Drake annoyed. “Shut up father!!! You’re disturbing
my AURA”!!! She shouts out to him, while taking heavy
breaths.
Bren shrewdly at him. “Not now Connor. Tauna, breathe!”
The storm outside becoming blustery. The candles half way
burned, the flickering of time passing by as Tauna’s pain
intensifies, as she takes another big breath. “I change my
mind.” She whimpered.
Bren, smiles. “Almost there, keep pushing.”
Liam continues to grip her hand.
Tauna, takes another heavy breath, scrunches her face in
pain, bares down hard, her face and hair saturated in sweat.
“AHHHHH!!!!!”
The sound of a baby boy’s crying filled the atmosphere.
Tauna, exhausted, tiredly lay back into her bed to rest. A
smiled relief washed over her face as she continued breathing
for air.
Bren cuts the cord, wraps the baby up in a blue blanket,
handing him over to Liam. “Liam, your son.” She smiles in
pride.
Liam takes his son into his arms. “Welcome me son, Devon
Liam Connor Drake Niles.”
Devon Niles- Whimpers, then cries.
Liam grinned his dimples with pride. “Ok, me son, your
mother awaits.” He hands his son to his mother, with a kiss,
lays baby Devon onto Tauna’s warm welcoming arm, then sits
to her side to celebrate the birth of his son, as she lay her
head upon his shoulder in comfort.
Tauna, in much loving relief. “For a moment in time. I didn’t
think you would return.”
Liam clung to her. “My oath to your father, my bonding to you
still stands. It is my rightful honored duty to prepare our son
to protect the lineage-get that.” In a moment of silence, he
reached over to cover her hand in gentry, as her hand takes
his, into a bonding covenant.
Pastor Connor goes to Bren. “It is time. The chapel, in time,
will be handed over to my descendants. Our daughter. Then,
our grandson. And, Liam will be forever knighted in the
church, to prepare his son as the Chivalry Chapel’s nobleman.
Our lineage.”
The candle’s wax nearly all burned out for the rest of the
night.