The following morning…..
Liam awakes. A reminder of his wife’s empty bed
disappearance, he rolled over to sit up in bed. Taking his
hands, he wiped his left over fatigue from his face.
In the chapel’s sanctuary. Liam stood. His long black cloak just
above his black boots. His sword by his side, slowly tread to
the alter, the peaceful aura surround him. ‘As it was in the
beginning, shall be again in the end’ a distinct voice of Pastor
Connor he heard. He looked to see, but saw no one.
Getting onto one knee, placing his sword’s hilt to his eye
level, clutching his hand around the cross guard. The kneeling
knight went silent in first time prayer, never void of his belief,
but to center around his own knights calling.
He looked up at the stain glass window to see the depiction of
Sir Knight John Drake. “A testing of the forefathers you set
before me Lord. My father before me, my brother after me,
my son, the heir will continue in my footsteps in quest of
noble of this castle’s chapel. Whosoever will stand against me,
my family, tho, I will avenge thy enemy. My vow of oath to
Chivalry Chapel and it’s descendants of Sir Knight John Drake,
indeed, as it was in the beginning, it shall be again in the end.
Lord, dub me your righteous victory of valor.” He swallowed
hard. “My Lord. My wife Tauna. I shall never depart from her
again. My vows of chivalry are to her. So help me god if any
enemy dare harm her, I will not retreat from harm to thy
enemy. She is my life’s breath.” With wetted eyes, taking his
fingers, he insignia the sign of the cross upon his chest, stood
up to take his revered bow, placing his sword into his
scabbard, he turned to leave to his duties.
Later that night….
Liam, once again weary from the days investigation, goes to
his bed, sits alone. He once again reached his hand to the
lining. Once again felt the soft sheet as though touching her
body. Laying down upon the bed, he closed his eyes, drifting
asleep.
In early evening, he stirs in his sleep, then suddenly awakes.
Sitting up, he stands to walk out his room, down the corridor,
then stops to see a woman kneeling at the alter. In
apprehension, he moves forward. Moving swiftly down the
long corridor towards her. Closer and closer he takes his steps
to her. As he approaches her even more closer, to his surprise,
in his clarification to see his wife. Then stops in place.
“Tauna?”
Tauna, on her knees facing the cross, silent.
Liam, ever so carefully went to her. Cautious Suspiciousness
arose as he looked around the room. “Tauna? Are you ok
love?”
Tauna, in silent prayer, not moving her position, swallowing
hard.
Liam, taking another view around the room, then bend to her
eye level. ”Tauna. Little girl Where have you been? I’ve been
looking for you. Your family. We all have been looking for
you.”
Tauna, looking straight into his eyes in extreme concern. “
Liam. You must leave now. Before it’s too late. He will return.”
Liam, looking straight into her eyes. “Who will return love.
Who is it?”
Tauna, in weariness, “Just do it Liam, go away before he
harms my family.”
Liam, taking her hands in his hands of comfort. “Tauna, you
must tell me who this person is. I must put an end to this
now.”
Tauna, tugging away from him. “No, you don’t understand, go
away, LEAVE!”
Liam, pulled her close, preventing her from pulling further
away. “Tauna! What is wrong! Why the extreme need to
protect your family?!? Is someone threatening you?” He
suddenly noticed a red wound around her wrists. He quickly
looked back at her in glaring expression. “Where and how did
you get these wounds? Who did this to you-TELL ME!!!!?”
Tauna, once again, struggled to pull from him. “Why don’t you
listen to me!? You with your stubborn British nature, JUST
LEAVE AND ALL WILL BE FINE ONCE AGAIN!!!” She relented in
regret. MY GOD!!! WHAT AM I SAYING!!!??
Liam, with alarming haste. “Tauna are you trying to get me to
leave so to protect me, why? What happened Tauna?”
Tauna, with sorrowful eyes. “ I heard a crashing noise. I got
out of bed to look. He broke into our son’s room. Then saw
father and mother opening the chancery door. I saw him
going after them, I directly got there before him pushing
father and mother into the room, I locked the door, turned to
run from him. He came after me. I went straight into my
room, locked my door, locked my windows. l was alone. I tried
calling you. I Left a message. Then you came back to me the
same morning…. Or though I thought it was you. How could I
be so sure. It was dark. No. there was a stranger at the foot of
our bed, same height, same stature. I thought it was you. I
reached my hand out to you, before I knew it, I saw him. I
retracted my hand immediately tried to escape…but it was
too late. He grabbed my wrists, pulled me down to the bed,
clinched my wrists harder. He demanded for the key to the
chancery. I resisted. It was then I escaped from him. I ran out
of the chapel and into the woods, there I hid. I took a hidden
pathway back to the chapel. But I saw him once again. He
said he will avenge you. ”
Liam, lamented in loving fury to her. “ Who was this man that
assaulted you? What was he after. What was this man after in
our son’s room!?”
“On behalf of my father’s rights of coat of arms. We finally
meet.” A boisterious voice filled the room.
Liam quickly turns around to view.
A tall dark haired man stood with reproach. “Detective Liam
Niles. Or should I say, Sir Niles?”
Liam, staring at him with indented brows.
“I come in my father’s name of Sir knight Blackwood, A.K.A.,
Dayn McConol. I’m Jack McConol. The man responsible for
your son’s broken door, Sorry for the huge gash, but I was in
great anticipation in searching for my rights as my father’s
heir to a piece of inheritance given to your son but belongs to
me, as I so rightly deserve. But also to take down the very
man who took my father down. Sir-knight-Liam-Niles. prepare
to meet thy god.”
Showing his sword in front of Liam and Tauna, he went after
him.
Liam, without a weapon of protection, about to see the
outcome of the emerging threat, grabs Tauna in safety,
thrusts her out of harm’s way.
Suddenly Trey appears, pointing his sword at him in warning.
“STOP! Don’t even try.”
Jack McConol, stops, then proceeds taking another step
closer.
Trey adamant. “I SAID STOP! NOT ANOTHER STEP!!!.”
Jack McConol stops, turns around to Trey, goes after him
ready to plunge his sword into him.
Liam, steps forward. “TREY!!!”
Inspector Crouse suddenly intervene, parry’s his sword at
Jack’s sword, then intercepts in Trey’s footsteps, A scuffle of
two men in combat, jack reshuffles, swings his sword back at
Inspector Crouse, strength locked against strength in struggle
to maintain leverage Trey, going after Jack, in three man
entanglement as Jack thrusts his sword into Trey’s arm, Trey,
falling away, hobbling out from the scuffle.
Liam moving a step forward. “TREY, YOUR SWORD!,” He
yelled out to him, his hand in upright position.
Trey, getting better traction on to his feet. “LIAM!” Tossed his
sword with clinched mouth, with all his might over to Liam.
Liam catching the seized sword into his robust hands,
immediately went to the scuffle, seeing Jack, ready to strike
at Inspector Crouse in underhanded disposition, parries Jack’s
threatening blow as to push the inspector aside from him.
Then, Liam, parrying once again, in crosswords, strength
against strength, Liam looking straight into the face of the his
past nemesis for the last time as he pushed away, then swung
his sword at Jack with a final blow to his neck in retributed
anger, sending Jack to the floor in bloodied wound lay in his
defeat. “You bloody sorry for nothing bastard! You harmed
my wife. Broke into my son’s room to steal his lineage rights.
Then put threat upon my family. In righteous vengeance, take
this back to your father.” Taking his sword he raised it above
his body lining it point to his chest. The sword aiming straight
down ready to plunge deep. In heavy anguish, Liam stared
him down.
Inspector Crouse, Trey, stood on guard. Both their sword also
pointing at Jack in minute warning.
Tauna stood in waiting for final freedom of absolution.
In heavy breath of choice, he stood still.
Connor, entering into the room seeing the sight. “Vengeance
is mine sayith the lord. Whosoever gains the world but loses
his soul. We can not distinct between good and evil to a
fatherless son that was very wronged by his own father. A
wayward boy as adult.
Bren, Devon, Breyen, Lauren, Tremen stood by watching.
Devon, wearing his cloak , ready for ceremony. “Father. I am
ready for my lineage rites now. Grandad has bestow his rites
unto me. Today. I will be taking over by your side, the Noble
title of Chivalry Chapel.”
Liam, hearing this, taking a final inhaled breath, retracted his
sword from Jack, stood up to see his family looking at him.
Swallowing hard. “Inspector Crouse. Get this imbecile out of
my sight. For good. Never to return. As I take my rightful place
by my son.” He turns to see Tauna is still safe.
Jack McConol, like a cobra about to strike, lift his sword to
Liam, lunges at him in fury.
Devon, takes a step. “Father!!!”
Liam parries his sword once again at the Jack’s sword,
slamming it down, whipping it aside.
Jack, getting back up onto his feet.
Pastor Connor stood, in reciting scripture. “Therefore, put on
the full armor of God, so that you can take your stand against
the adversary’s schemes.”
Liam, seeing Jack come closer, strikes at him again.
Pastor Connor, with Bren by his side. “Stand firm, the truth of
righteousness.”
Jack, once again hurls his sword at Liam.
Liam parries his sword at Jack.
Pastor continues. “Your feet fitted with the readiness, take up
your shield against your adversary.”
Jack, thrusting his sword at Liam’s head.
Liam parried his sword away from, above his head in
protection, swung his sword back at him.
Jack, without warning, out maneuver his sword upwards
against Liam’s, slams his sword out of Liam’s hands. Liam,
getting knocked down to the floor with a blow to his back, his
body sliding momentarily abode, his sword thumps the stone
floor, slides flat a few feet from his side.
Tauna, securely taking hold of Devon of the unknown.
Liam, takes a moment to regain his breathing and thoughts.
Sees Jack fast approaching him. Urgently seeking in search of
his sword, he sees it just a few feet away from himself.
Repositioning his body to sprawl on the floor, he reached
diligently to obtain his sword.
His adversary bashed his sword just an inch of his arm, the
loud clinking sound filled the atmosphere.
Liam quickly flinched, swiftly shifting away from him with a
quick rolling toward his sword.
His adversary continued to pound his sword at him, striking
every rotation toward his nonstop endeavor for his sword,
becoming even more furious at his escape from him.
Liam earnestly stretched out to grab his sword. Seeing his
adversary’s threatening approach, he lift the heirloom straight
up into the air to block him, once, twice, thrice times-then
thrust his foot at him.
His adversary-stunned with excruciating pain, backs off to
gain his breath and bearings. Then goes after Liam once more.
Liam quickly gets off the floor, shods his feet in place, then
prepares with his hands tight grip around the hilt, swings his
sword with full force, as he sees Jack charging at him like a
game of joust, slamming his sword with all his strength into
the side of his opponent, as he watches him fall to his knees,
then flat to the floor. Jack McConol lay on the floor in agony,
not moving.
Liam bent over to catch his many deep breaths, keeping his
eye on him.
Tauna goes to Liam’s side, fusses over him. “Liam!”
Liam’s breathing slowly improving. “I’m alright love. It’s
over.”
Inspector Crouse, taking Jack McConol away with him in
police custody.