Inside the chancery. Liam and Trey sitting on the floor in front
of Sir Drake’s old trunk disparately sifting through parchment
papers of ancient documents searching for clues to who the
face wrapped man is and who is responsible for Tauna’s
nabbing. A repeated symbolism of a red dragon ‘Wyvern
gules’ inked on several parchments kept reappearing.
The hours came and went without anymore clues to find.
Nothing but the symbolism kept repeating. Two men became
one left in the room with the last man standing, Liam,
integrity of finding truth never left his side. Deciding to take
the manuscript back to his room, for the remainder of the
evening, the image of the dragon repeatedly played out over
and over again in his mind.
Liam, pacing in questioning. Flipping the pages back and forth
for the answers. “What is the connection?! What is the bloody
connection to all this?!” In his frustration, thrashing the very
old, tattered manuscript at the wall in angst in disheartening
investigation.”
Bren enters into the room, abruptly stops seeing his
frustration.
Liam, beside himself, regains his self respect. Sat at end of his
bed. “Oh Bren, how many times did I tell her, why did she not
listen to me, to get in this position. And now they took her.
Damn that girl, I love her so much!”
Bren, with compassion. “Because you are her world. She loves
you unfathomably. And that is what love is. To love and care
for each other, even to the point of sacrifice.
Liam, with saddening anguish in his eyes. “She is my life’s
breath. If evil dare touch her in any harm, by god, I will not
hesitate to kill.”
Bren, in confirmation. “Unfathomable love.”
Liam, “But yet I could not crack this case. And time is running
out.”
Bren, “Liam, you need rest, you haven’t slept in days. Rest for
Tauna’s sake. Go to her in your dreams. And above all, trust in
God.” She nurtured him as he lay down. She left his room.
Liam’s eyes heavily dragged shut, as his thoughts of Tauna
continued. He felt the warmth of her touch upon his robust
arm. He rolled over to see…and as if in a dream, her mouth
grasping his in his comfort. His overwhelming need for her, as
he clutches her face, tasting her lips nonstop.
The morning sun shone brightly unto his face waking him up.
He reached out to her, as he is reminded of her absence. His
cell phone ringing, his hand reaches up, searching for his
phone from the desk until he grabbed the phone putting it up
to his ear. “Detective Niles……” He said with a slur in his half
slumber. He rolls over unto his back. “Yes, Right. My duty.”
Places it back on top his dresser. Lays flat on his back with a
dimpled smile
He once again sat up in diligence, his strategic mindset.
Standing up he proceeded in dressed attire, of dark shirt, dark
jeans and boots. Placing his trench coat over his robust
shoulders, straightening out his trench coat, readjusting his
lapel. Liam Niles stood with gallant valor, Seeing his button
on top of Tauna’s dresser, he picked up the button as it
reminded him of her, his token of his devotion of love for her.
Placing the button into the palm of his hand, He held it with
gentle care, making a fist as though in protection of her, he
placed it inside his trench coat hidden zipped pocket for safe
keeping. Turning to the door to begin his most important
investigation. To find Tauna, his beloved wife. Boldly enters
inside, taking each step as though he shod his feet
victoriously.