Part 1
Walking down the darkened neighborhood street in the moonless night, it was easy to see how someone could be afraid of this time of night. Even with the street lights lit, there was something erie about a street that was built during the early 1920's.
Jameson Cartwright was not scared. She knew she could protect herself in a way other people would find frightening. Magic was within her; her wand was conveniently strapped to her back and Cynthia (her twin) was a 'call' away if needed.
Stopping at the familiar blue with white trim cape cod style house, an unknowing person would picture this house as the perfect family style house. However, Jameson could see the inside was not what a normal person would call ideal.
Looking through the large picture window in the front, Jameson noted there was a familial argument brewing. Jameson couldn't help but wonder if she should really stop? It is mother's day, but her mother wasn't inside. Her mother was far far away.
Jameson paused at the red door, listening for clues to her future if she were to go inside. Sandra was inside, crying about her recent divorce. Sandra's ex-husband, Randy, was the normal type of cheating bastard. It was only made complicated by the recent delivery of their child, Connie. Sandra wanted Connie to grow up in a happy family. Who wouldn't?
All the other family members were trying to console Sandra. Nope, this was very normal for Jameson's family. Tonight would be like any other night in the Cartwright household.
Not bothering to knock, Jameson walked inside the front door, removed her jacket, and suppressing a shiver, joined the rest of the family. Happy Mother's Day wishes were exchanged all around. Jameson thought this was a silly custom, but didn't feel the need to cause any extra stress by stating so today.
Jameson strategically took a seat at the end of the table, all the while thinking about how she could get Sandra alone for a few minutes. Jameson was here for a specific reason, and she needed answers. Answers that Sandra would be the most likely to provide. The others would worry too much about the why's behind the questions.
Placing her hand on Sandra's, Jameson put forth the necessary energy and requested to speak with Sandra in private. Sandra looked shocked, she could feel the energy and knew what this was about. She had been expecting Jameson to bring it up sooner or later, but she didn't think tonight was a good night with all the other family members around.
Silently, Jameson and Sandra rose from the table and walked down to Sandra and Connie's temporary bedroom. The same bedroom Jameson had once shared with Cynthia.
"I need the ring and the map." Jameson stated point blank.
"You know, it won't do you any good to be looking for that treasure. We searched this house when we were kids. We never found anything. Why do you want it now? Is it because of the dreams? Is it because of him? He can't hurt you if you don't have the treasure."
Jameson had gone through this argument many times before she came tonight, and she knew tonight she would win. She would get what she needed. "The dreams showed me where we went wrong. The bathroom was the right place to start, we just looked at it all wrong. The bathroom was remodeled, so the map needs to be looked at differently. Plus, your mom's secret hideout is more important than I ever thought. There's more to the map there. I don't want you to get involved. You have a child now. He won't come after you if I get the talisman. I'm the only one who can stop him. You know the stories say so."
"Fine, you can have the ring and the map, but that's all. You're right, I can't be involved. Not with Connie so young. I won't leave her without a mother and a father." The tears escaped her already red-rimmed eyes and flowed silently down her cheeks.
"Connie will be fine Sandra. You know there's no reason to worry. Cynthia has seen your child's future and it is good. Find solace in that. I also need one other thing, before you return to our family. I need to know where your mom's secret hiding place was."
Sandra looked up at the ceiling. Jameson's eyes followed. On the ceiling, Jameson noticed something she had been too young to notice before. There were two spacers between one tile. Why hadn't she ever noticed that. "Why am I seeing this now? Why did you have it cloaked?"
"You weren't ready before. You can't see it until you are ready. I didn't cloak it. Our great grandmother did. I need to get back to the family. Take as much time as you need, but be careful. You could summon him here just by looking for the talisman."
How long had Sandra known and hadn't said anything? Why did she hold these secrets? Jameson and Cynthia were foretold to have more strength together than any of their foremothers. Hadn't they already proved they were strong? Could they not talk to each other telepathically? Were they not moving objects and casting spells since they were 5?
Jameson sat and pondered the double spacer and what lies above. Should she go up there now? She really should have Cynthia with her.
End of Part 1
No comments:
Post a Comment