The Atmosphere of spiritual ambiance thick in the air
surrounded the pastor of his church. Pastor Roger McKenzie,
A middle aged man of the cloth in his casual attire of blue
jeans, black shoes, stood at his alter, his bible opened to
scriptures, turning each page as he read deep in study of the
words. His cup of hot herbal tea at arm reach, focused so
heavily on key words, he extended his hand to grab the cup’s
handle, lifting the cup up to his mouth, the aroma of steam
smelled of rose hips leaves. Then taking a sip of the hot tea,
he drank the soothing drink satisfied to his soul, placing the
cup back down onto the alter, as he continued his study.
A sudden noise of cracking sounds echoed through the room,
as he looked up from his bible, but sees nothing. His head
lowers back to his reading, as turns yet another page.
Another louder sound coming from the end of the
room…once again, he looks up but this time his attention
upon the stain glass window of ancient era times of knights.
Something not quite right with the depiction image, a
distortion of some sort , he left his alter stepped forward,
stopped in front to view a closer look at the glass image.
Focused on a slightly different position of the multi colored
depiction, from the last few minutes ago. He sees the knight’s
glass face slowly turning to him, in disbelief, his eyes began to
widen. Then hearing another sharper sound coming from the
end of the room once again, he turned to face toward the
sound, swallowing hard he walks toward the noise of more
clinking of stone breaking to see just a few feet away, the
effigy of an ancient knight coming alive, rose to sit up from
the top, look straight at him, the pastor nearly frozen in
disbelief, eyes in terror, he sees the knight engaging with
sword in gauntlet hand, stands up ready to engage in combat
with him as the knight began taking steps toward the pastor,
swing his sword at him.
Pastor Roger, in never felt before fear, began taking backward
steps to safety. “No! STAY AWAY FROM ME!!! LORD HELP ME!
“ He swiftly turns around, managing to run from the knight in
escape, running quickly back toward his alter as he straightly
plunges his run into the arms of Pastor Connor Drake, as
Connor nearly snatching him in safety, Detective Liam Niles,
by his side, Liam, quickly observing the reaction, places his
robust arms in aid in helping Pastor Connor to calm him as he
sees his unusual plight of frenzy,
Pastor Roger grasped Connor tighter. “ He’s after me!”
Pastor Connor addressed him in reason. “Calm down Roger!
Who is after you?!”
Pastor Roger addressed him back, “The knight! He’s after
me!” His tighter grip onto Connor.
Pastor Connor, looks at Liam.
Liam looks at Connor in logic.
Connor, looks at him in puzzlement. “What knight? What do
mean? I don’t see anyone else in this room but the three of
us.”
Pastor Roger, admonishes with continued grip. “Don’t you see
it? The knight?! He is right behind me!” He turns his head
sharply to see in back of them, but only sees a room with the
same effigy in stone tribute as it were earlier. He turns back
around to Connor.
Pastor Connor, remains calm. “You see my friend, there is no
knight after you to see.”
Pastor Roger in disbelief. “What has happened? This is
trickery! I saw the knight with my own eyes. I tell you. He was
alive and after me!” He turned to look at the effigy again. No
movement.
Liam, walked over to the effigy to investigate, stopped at the
long rectangular carved statue, ever so carefully placed his
hand upon the cold stone depiction. No movement. Looks
back at the two of them. Comes walking back to them.
Pastor Connor with compassion. “Roger, my friend, you have
been under a lot of strain lately, the reason for our meeting.”
Roger’s wife enters, takes her husband in care.
Pastor Connor takes Liam’s arm, taking him to the side with
him. ”We have much to discuss. For months his congregation,
his flock has dwindled, their finances drop below what they
can afford. And No, It is not his fault, he speaks the truth.”
Liam, looks at Connor in squinted eyes. “Deception of the
mind? Is he taking any medications? Has he been ill lately
hallucinations from the drugs perhaps?”
Pastor Connor Drake sighs. “ Not that I’m aware of.” He is a
most clean pastor I have ever seen.”
Liam, “Right. His wife is with him now. Must get back to my
duties.”
At Chivalry chapel….
Breyen Niles, running after her and Devon’s baby boy.
“William Devon Connor Drake Niles, you come back here right
now! I haven’t even done your pants Yet!”
William runs off toward down the long corridor in his
underpants, then up to his grandfather.
Detective Liam Niles, just from the corner, grabs his grandson
with his hands, scooping him up into his arms.” ‘Oi, and what
do we have here? Oh, that’s right. Me grandson. And how are
you doing little fella?”
Breyen goes to Liam, taking her son back into her arms, as he
squirms of bursting energy. ”If this keeps up he will out grown
his clothes in no time and still be running around in his
knickers.”
Liam grins his dimples. “ Devon was the same. He will out
grow it.”
Breyen, lovingly holds his little hand. “ I’d wish I could say the
same for my little sister Brandy. My father and mother are
going through a rough time with her as teens do. It seems she
been caught up in trying hard to help them out in their
finances, but with her introvertness, has trouble herself
always trying to do right thing to help. Sometimes goes
wrong. “
Liam, with compassion. “Yes, Connor and I have just been
from your parents church. Everything will be alright. Your
father, Pastor Roger is a great Pastor. Be sure to let them
know if I need any kind of help, ok?”
Breyen, seeing William rub his tired eyes..” I will. Must get
back, it’s his nap time.”
Liam, smiles at her, kisses his grandson.
Breyen, walks away.
Liam, thinks over what she said.