Liam, Devon stood side by side in attendance
In ritual. Standing in honor, Tauna stood facing her father,
Pastor Connor Drake. With his two bent fingers, shifting his
hand side to side, he recited the holy scriptures. “
The foyer door suddenly opened in haste, a tall man of six feet
with, darken eyes briskly entered into the room.
Pastor Connor look straight at him.
Bren, seeing Tauna, Liam, Devon followed everyone’s view at
him.
The man, with begrudging indented brows, looked at Tuana.
Places his sword in front of himself with a loud tap.
Pastor Connor focus at him. “You have come upon sacred
ground of family vows of our forefather Sir Knight Drake,
enter in with care.”
The man, steadfast in stance. “I come in the name of Sir
Knight Blackwood.”
Liam, indenting his brows in question.
Pastor Connor, stood diligent. “And you are?”
The man, his face, upright in pride. “ Jack McConol. Dayn
McConol’s son.”
In alert, Tauna veered at Liam.
Pastor Connor, “It can’t be. This is done in sacrilege in the
name of Sir Knight John Drake.”
Jack McConol, adamant. “I lay claim to my inheritance. In the
name of my father, I have rights as benedictory of Chivalry
Chapel.”
Pastor Connor, “Son of Dayn McConol, in acknowledgement
to ancestor, Sir Knight Blackwood, you must present proof of
arms in your claim. Or else you can not come forward with
such claims.”
Jack, taking a step forward, grasped his wyan dragon broach
with his hand as proof. “ THIS IS MY PROOF!!!”
Tauna, in her pride, moved forward. “ WHERE IS YOUR COAT
OF ARMS FOR PROOF??!!”
Jack, giving her a glare of resentment, slyly looking at the
chancery door with menaced eyes. He approaches.
Pastor Connor, with alerted eyes. “You shall not enter upon
sacred grounds!!!”
Liam, going after him, grasping him with strong robust hands
in prevention to entering. “Jack McConol! You sorry sod son
of a bastard of Blackwood!!!
Jack, struggling to be released from his grip, scuffled with
Liam. Trey going to his brother’s side. Inspector Crouse
coming to their rescue, grasped Jack’s arms, forcing his arms
in back of him. Jack, sees Devon looking at him. “ Devon Drake
Niles!! This is not the end. My vows to Sir Knight Blackwood
will prevail!! In the name of my father, Dayn McConol. I shall
seek to defeat you for the glory of my heritage of
inheritance!!!!”
Devon, taking a step forward, stood forthright with warning.
“I have studied the ancient documents of Chivalry Chapel
since childhood. It is my riteful duty to duly sanctify in the
name of my forefather Sir Knight John Drake’s effigy by
homage. To protect the fortress of our kingdom of any
challenge that may come. To seized to any attempt to
malign the family surname. I shall seek to defeat of this Sir
Blackwood!”
Jack, pulling away with a hard jerk, taking his sword, hurling it
at him.
Devon, with sword by his side, parried his sword against his.
Jack lunged back at him regaining once again as he swung his
sword at his opponent, with harder gritted teeth.
Devon parried his sword against his opponate’s sword,
blocking him.
Jack, his sword redirects back to himself, the sword piercing
into his body. Taking his hand, he touched his side to see his
own blood oozing from his body. Looks at Devon with
remorseful vengence, then falls to the floor in defeat.
Devon, gripping his sword in victory.
Trey, liam, standing valiant to the end. Connor, Bren, Tauna
in closure.
The Legend’s Descendant
The morning shone bright. In the sanctuary Sir Devon Niles
dressed fashionably in noble clothing stood before the alter of
his grandfather, Pastor Connor Drake,
Pastor Connor Drake, in his finery Cassock clothing, recited.
“Devon Liam Connor Drake Niles. As 30th Descendant of Sir
John Drake. It is with great honor and privilege, to present to
you with the key to the chancery. A high honor as Nobleman
gatekeeper to Chivalry Chapel.” Connor handing him the key,
touched his face with pride and love. “You now take your
place beside your father, Honorary Sir Knight Liam William
Niles.” Godspeed my Grandson.”
The congregation stood in reverence and cheerful clapping.
Trey, taking his fingers, placing it his mouth blowing loud
prideful whistles out him.
Tauna, Lauren, Tremen, clapping with pride, Tauna, in tearful
joy.
Liam stood the most of proud to his son, with hearty claps
louder than any. Holding back wetted eyes.
In the great hall family greeting everyone. Inspector Crouse
shaking Liam’s hand. “Liam, Devon, congratulations son.
You’re a reflection of your father.
Devon, holding out his hand to shake. “Thank you Sir. I shall
serve well.”
Bren, in charge of the party. “Ok everyone, the cake!” let’s do
it!” Everyone follows her to the big wooden table taking their
seats.
Liam stays behind next to Inspector Crouse. “Report please.”
Inspector Crouse. “The authorities have taken Jack McConol
into exile into an undisclosed location where there is no place
for him to be reached. There he will reside for the rest of his
life. I’d say that is fair for all.”
Liam stood with accepted approval. “And I have taken a
further step. I have put in writing. Under the name of Dayn
McConol. If he tries his escape he is to be put under firing
squad, no questioned asked. I have already burned of any
proof of said document. There is no tracing it back to us? Do
not speak of this with any member of my family. It will perish
at my time.”
Inspector Crouse. concurred. “ I have always had your back,
my friend. You have my solemn oath.”
Liam stood poised. “Cake?”
Inspector Crouse. “Yes please.”
Side by side, they walk like a band of brothers into the great
hall.
That night…..
The party continued throughout the night. Lady Tauna Drake
Niles, Just coming out from the party, stood taking her
moment of time to stand with scenery of the Chivalry
chapel’s stain glass window.
Liam, just coming out, goes to her, placing his arms around
her.
Tauna, wrapping her hands around his arm, held him tight.
“One day we will be like those depictions for all to see.
Showing the light of our love for each other.”
Liam, giving her a pecking kiss on her head. “And the token
button along with it.”
Tauna, smiling in much deep love with him. “Yes. And
someday, the story in all its glory. Of Nobles, and a Knight n
his Trench coat. Let it be told.”
THE END
