by S.E. Akers
I was weaving a heated path through the shadowy woods the next morning, just as the sun was making its rise. This time, I arrived at the cave’s secret entrance in record time and briskly swiped my hand across the rocks, unearthing it like a seasoned pro. I’d no sooner bolted inside once enough of them had cleared away and started booking down the rugged staircase when I called out, “TANNER! We have a PROBLEM!”
To my surprise, Tanner wasn’t there. Instead, waiting patiently was Beatrix Sutherland, dressed in a brown velour tracksuit, stretching her muscles as she lay on the ground.
Alarmed, Beatrix pulled out of her limber pose and snapped into a more attentive stance. “Where’s the fire?”
“I thought Tanner would be here,” I replied, a bit winded and wound up, “but anyway, there’s a problem. A HUGE ONE! Daddy owned Shiloh Ridge, and now that he’s passed, Mom has the deed, and she’s selling it to Lazarus Xcavare THIS AFTERNOON! I tried calling you last night, but your line has been disconnected. Bea, I don’t know what to do!”
Beatrix’s rigid stance relaxed, and she immediately dove back into her stretching routine. “Is that all?”
Her laid-back response left me standing there wide-eyed, wordless, and more worried than ever.
“What do you mean ‘is that all’?” I countered, only to catch the shrug of her shoulders not a second later. “She’s also kicking me out if I don’t pay her rent, but I couldn’t care less about that! Bea, Lazarus will find out the wand’s powers are missing. He’ll realize someone’s already claimed it — Someone like ME!” Even after having to highlight the worst-case scenario out loud, Beatrix still remained unfazed. A wicked slap-in-the-face case of annoyance sent my hands smacking my thighs. “I thought I was supposed to keep my identity a secret from him — for as long as possible? You said he would try to KILL ME if he found out that I’ve claimed the wand’s power . . . Don’t you care?”
Beatrix lifted her head with an airy sigh. “It’s not that I don’t care, Shiloh. It’s just that I’m not worried . . . and you shouldn’t be either.” The Golden Topaz Talisman simply smiled and again, carried on with her yoga.
Feeling the distance between me and my wits end closing fast, I inhaled a calming breath and knelt down beside the “compassionate” elderly woman that I’d known for years. “Bea . . . I even tried to make her not do it. You know, by ‘compelling her not to’, and it still didn’t work. I about busted a gut trying and nothing.”
“That usually happens when you’re connected to the person, dear,” Beatrix acknowledged with a slight frown. “It takes awhile to master filtering out the guilt you feel when compelling someone you share a lot of memories with. Whether they are good ones . . . or bad,” she added and then shifted into a downward dog pose.
After catching another stinging round of her blasé attitude, it was official: my patience was completely spent. I scooped my bottom lip up off the ground and shot straight to my feet. “Maybe you need to open up all of your eyes to see how sticky this situation truly is,” I scoffed.
The Golden Topaz Talisman did just that, revealing her third-eye as she rose from her mat. “There is nothing to worry about,” Beatrix insisted soothingly and wrapped her arm around my back. “Trust me on this. Your mother will not sell Shiloh Ridge to Lazarus — I promise.” Then after consoling me with a warm hug, she issued my back an abrupt smack, almost like she was sealing her pledge with the slam of a rubber hand stamp.
I tried to let her vow put me at ease, but that was impossible with thoughts of Lazarus trying to ring my neck with his lethal blue hands running circles through my head. I walked over to the rock formation and climbed up to where the dormant diamond lay. With the somber and listless guide of my fingertips, I roused the wand from its placid state.
“Can’t we just move it . . . or hide it somewhere else?” I asked as I stared at the diamond, hypnotized by the swirling energy that followed my slightest touch.
Beatrix popped off several enthusiastic claps. “That sounds like a fantastic idea! Why don’t you try that?” she urged.
Carefully, I wrapped both of my hands around the diamond wand, readied all the strength I could muster, and then gave it a firm tug. It wouldn’t budge from the rocky base, no matter how many times or how hard I tried.
“I can’t!” I grunted.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk . . . Pity,” Beatrix remarked as she twisted up the rocks. “So much for that plan. Do you have any others?”
My head whipped towards her automatically with my steeliest “are-you-crazy” look igniting my face. She’s got to be kiddin’?
“I’m new to all this, Bea. You should be the one shoutin’ out the ideas.” I turned to stare at the mysterious wand again. It had me totally flummoxed. The process of claiming its powers was easy — somewhat painful, but relatively easy. If I could possess its magic in such a simple way, then why the heck couldn’t I yank it out with the same amount of effort?
“Why won’t this thing budge?” I demanded, frustrated and my fists firmly clenched.
Beatrix placed her hand on my shoulder tenderly. “Because ‘this thing’ knows you’re not ready, Shiloh. It won’t release itself until you are. Your powers are growing stronger every day. You’re simply not quite there yet. Your body has to be strong enough, your mind clear enough, and your soul has to be willing for the wand to be lifted from the sanctuary of its rocky bastion. But I promise you, these rocks that cradle this wand and keep it shackled will break — when you’re ready. That’s part of Tanner’s and my job . . . to help get you ready. So let’s not waste a minute. Okay, dear?”
I nodded my head as I looked at her through the eyes of a naïve child. I had no idea the wand was hesitant about trusting me. I’d only been concerned with me trying to trust it and dealing with all the responsibilities that came with the Wand of Adamas. Hopefully, this won’t be a test I’ll fail… That is, if my heart truly doesn’t want me to. After all, this thing was partly responsible for my father’s death…and that was an awfully painful reminder road-blocking my mind.
As we maneuvered down the rock formation, I found myself unexpectedly amused by the word, “JUICY” stamped across the tush of her tracksuit. Cute, I giggled to myself.
Beatrix caught me admiring her ensemble. “Do you like my outfit?” she inquired.
“Oh, yes. It looks very comfortable,” I insisted, feeling more than a tad embarrassed.
“I’m glad you think so, because I’ve got one for you too . . . right over there,” Beatrix revealed and then pointed to a red velour tracksuit lying folded-up beside her yoga mat. “Well, hurry up and get changed. We don’t have time to waste.”
I’ll just go with it, I thought as I snatched up the equally flashy outfit and headed behind a large boulder to change. I really didn’t see what was wrong with the Golden Knights sweatshirt and jeans I had on, though I honestly didn’t have a clue as to what we would be doing down here today that dictated a wardrobe change was a necessity. I was just relieved that it wasn’t a bathing suit. Of course, it wasn’t like I hated the water. I’d just had enough of it over the past few days, what with the rainstorm that I’d caused, Tanner’s flash flood, and then him knocking me into the waterfall yesterday afternoon. I simply preferred to bathe on my own time.
“You know, there is one thing that would release the wand sooner,” Beatrix remarked. “In fact, if we had it right now, we could pull the wand free and call it a day. I could even take you bird watching. Wouldn’t that be more fun than training?”
“Don’t you mean bird-listening?” I teased as I emerged from my dressing area.
“Now you didn’t really believe that crap, did you?” Beatrix posed and gave my butt a light swat.
I smiled and shook my head.
“That looks good on you, Shiloh. You should wear red more often,” she raved and then promptly made the eye resting in the center of her forehead disappear with a cutesy wink. Beatrix inform
ed me that it was always there. She just kept it concealed with an around-the-clock invisibility spell.
Convenient, I grinned.
My curiosity was still roused by what she had mentioned in regards to my dilemma. “Bea, what exactly is the ‘one thing’ that would allow me to remove the wand . . . without technically being ready.”
“Why the thing that Adamas hid many years ago of course, besides the wand. He did so right after he surrendered his powers. He knew if anyone ever found it, they could use it to lay claim to the diamond instantly. Adamas couldn’t hide them both down here together. That would’ve made it far too easy for some rogue Talisman who might stumble upon it to claim its powers before you, its rightful owner, could find it.”
“Okay, but what is it? Another stone?”
“No, dear. Its hilt,” she replied matter-of-factly.
“Its what?” I asked cluelessly.
“Its hilt . . . You know, its handle. I mean the wand is a sword for goodness’ sake. It has to have a proper handle.”
Stunned by her confession, my finger shot towards the wand like the pointy tip of an arrow. “That’s a SWORD? You mean, like a weapon?” I blurted, my jaw plummeting to the ground.
“What other kind is there, dear?” Beatrix posed as she climbed the rocks. “And the Wand of Adamas not just a sword or just a weapon. It’s the most powerful sword and weapon of its kind.”
Dazed, I headed back up the rock formation and joined her beside the wand. My gaze trailed every inch of it awkwardly, now inhibited by the shocking revelation that what I thought was just a freak-of-nature, magical diamond with the ability to grant powers was actually much more than that. It was a weapon — a weapon that’s soul purpose was to take down an enemy with one fatal blow.
“What am I supposed to do with it?” I muttered.
Beatrix gently brushed some lingering strands of hair away from my forehead and lifted my chin. “Kill your enemies, dear,” she revealed, just as honeyed as if she were asking me if I would like another cup of cider.
The words “kill your enemies, dear” stagnated eerily in my mind, forcing my heart to skip several beats. Everything Tanner and Bea had revealed culminated in that one moment as I stood before the Wand of Adamas — my weapon. I was already well aware of its obvious dangers, and now, the reality of the price I must pay for this gift had been presented to me. Soon, I would be a killer. That prompted me to truly look into my heart and forced me to ask myself if something like vengeance could even allow my soul to take another person’s life. Sure, my mind had been stewing with thoughts of killing Lazarus over the past few days. I had justified it as fitting revenge. But in the end, was that reason enough? This was a life, even if he was an evil bastard. The diamond gave me the awesome power of healing people and restoring life. It seemed a bit of a contradiction for me to be so quick to take someone’s — not without a really good reason. Tanner had even warned me about the toll vengeance could take on one’s soul. When it came down to it, could I actually “do it”? Undoubtedly, I had a lot of painstaking soul-searching to do.
Beatrix sensed my apprehension. “Shiloh,” she began, “I know what you’re thinking. We’ve all been there and have had those same thoughts. Taking another’s life is an enormous burden to bear, even when it comes down to saving your own. But I know in my heart that you’ll work it out. You’re strong enough . . . I know that with every fiber of my being.” Beatrix stroked her hand down my cheek and yielded an encouraging smile. “After all, it’s in your blood.”
At least someone has faith in me, I thought as I found myself trying to clear my guilty conscience of things I hadn’t done — yet.
“Oh, and Shiloh . . . the most important thing to know about a sword is never, ever draw it unless you’re prepared to use it. Always keep that in mind.” With that said, Beatrix led me down the craggy stones and then over to another rock formation standing in the center of the cave. “Climb up there, dear. We’re going to work on your balance and reflexes for a while. That’s important when learning the art of swordplay.”
I climbed up a mound of wobbly rocks, which had been stacked roughly ten feet off the ground. Once up there, a line dug in the earthy floor hailed my attention. A funny feeling crept over me when I noticed that the odd trench completely circled the perimeter of the rocky pillar. And I sure didn’t get the impression that it was there strictly by accident.
“Let’s see how hard it is to knock you off your pedestal, so to speak,” Beatrix announced and then placed her hands together in a very ceremonial way. “But, I think you need more of a challenge. Something that will spark your attention and keep you on your toes.” She snapped her fingers. “I know just the thing. How about a little fire to make things interesting?”
My gaze returned to the curious etched circle. A speculation began to form as I reflected on yesterday’s exercise with Tanner, when he’d revealed that his stone reigned as a water element. Between that and her crafty suggestion, Beatrix had left me with the clear impression that her golden topaz was unmistakably a “fire” stone.
Alert and ready, I steadied myself on the unstable mound of rocks while I watched Beatrix waving her hands dramatically, like she was about to perform a great mystical feat. I jerked into a skittish flinch when her arms came to an abrupt stop — mostly because she had popped open that third eye of hers just to spook me. Then Beatrix cupped her hands and started to reveal something hidden in them.
I told myself, Get ready…
Beatrix looked directly at me with her most intimating of stares, opened her hands, and flicked…a little gold lighter.
I thought, A lighter? What the heck? Astounded by the misconceived notion I’d concocted, I watched as she lowered herself to the ground and ignited the circle with the lighter’s help.
With a freakin’ lighter, I kept thinking. The modest flickering trail inched around the base of the rocky pedestal, struggling to complete every turn. You’ve got to be kidding. I’d seen birthday candles that kicked up more flames than what she had. Well, that’s impressive, I mocked silently. Oh, yeah. This is really going to be challenging…
“I take it your golden topaz isn’t even remotely associated with fire, is it?”
“No, dear. It’s not.” Beatrix noticed the grin on my face and let out a boisterous laugh. “That’s funny, Shiloh. No, no. Mine’s different, dear.” Her brow rose. “I reign over the air,” she boasted with a mischievous grin.
With that said, Beatrix waved her hands violently at the circle’s feeble flames. Nervously, I watched the fire’s intensity grow from that of candlelight’s flicker into the towering blaze of an inferno within less than a second. The fiery wall broke into sections and was now reaching for me like groping hands, trying to ensnare me with its wind-fueled scorching flames. I shifted around on my wobbly makeshift pedestal, determined to keep my balance and desperate to avoid the wicked sear of their grasp.
After several dicey minutes of dodging the fierce flares shooting out from the ring of fire surrounding me, I found myself still safe, secure, and steady on the rocky pillar. This isn’t so bad. I haven’t fallen off yet. My reflexes had always been well above average, and now knowing that I supposedly had these talents buried in me all this time, I finally understood why.
“You’re doing very well, dear. Very well, indeed,” Beatrix praised. “But let’s kick things up a notch.”
If she kicked things up anymore, I won’t be in a circle of fire — I’ll be smothered in an entire ball of it! Seriously… The flames were already fanning over my head at times. I only hoped that diamond-hard skin was also fire-retardant.
While I struggled to keep my balance, I kept one eye on the flames and other on Beatrix. Soon she began pacing back and forth in the most commanding fashion, bouncing her stare between me and my rocky pedestal. Then all of a sudden, Beatrix pushed her arms towards the rocky base, aiming them directly below me. I felt
a rapid thrust of air channeling under my feet and then one of the rocks I was standing on blew right out from under me. Thrown for a complete loop, I scrambled to raise my leg while I pressed down on my other one harder, desperate to maintain my footing. Then no sooner than I’d steadied myself, Beatrix hurled another vicious gust my way that ended up knocking off two more rocks. Again, I found myself in a frenzy trying to keep a hold on my balance while dodging the fierce flames — both at the same daggone time! She had me shifting my weight back and forth so much I felt like a buoy in the middle of a stormy sea.
After a couple of minutes of blasting away rocks, Beatrix called out, “How’s it coming? Are you close to falling off, dear?”
I looked at her, notably flustered. “Not YET,” I called back, hoping I’d candy-coated enough of the grit in my tone. There was no way I was going to let her beat me at this one, not after all the little games she’d played the other day. My competitive-side simply wouldn’t allow it.
“Have it your way,” Beatrix sang and then like a shot, directed one massive gale towards the remaining stones on the mound. All the rocks exploded out of the pile in an instant. I even got caught up in the current and went sailing backward, headed straight for the flames.
I braced myself for a quick tuck & roll as I landed in the fiery circle. Though as soon as I saw the flames engulfing me, I realized my skin wasn’t on fire—THANKFULLY—and they weren’t painful either, just tremendously warm. I felt somewhat moist too and noticed that I appeared to be sweating profusely.
Well, I’m not on fire or even soaking wet (which was a relief). I rose from the flames with a confident stride and then strutted over to where Beatrix was standing at the base of the wand’s rock formation. The Golden Topaz Talisman made an insinuating gesture by clearing her throat and pointed to my clothes on my approach. I looked down at myself. Crap… I may not be burned, but I’m as sure as shit covered in a horrible film of soot! Yuck!
“If you hadn’t changed into that tracksuit, which has been dyed with rubies, you wouldn’t have on any clothes at all I’m afraid,” she revealed with a grin. “Just keep that in mind. Rubies emit their own special fire. They never absorb another’s.”
Wide-eyed, I mused to myself, Yeah… That would definitely be a problem.
Beatrix gave me a curt push backward. “Allow me, dear,” she insisted. My eyes narrowed as I watched her lips tighten into a pucker. Then with the force of a hurricane, she blew a ferocious gust that left me and my ponytail whipping in the wind. I commenced with a thorough inspection just as soon as she had bottled up her helpful breeze. Not a trace of soot, I noted. Not on my clothes or skin…
“Thank you, Bea,” I beamed, extremely impressed.
“You’re welcome, dear. It was the least I could do.” She licked her finger and used it to wipe one remaining smudge from my cheek. “There you go,” she smiled. “Perfect . . . That’s the unfortunate thing about fire. Even though you’re resistant to its destructive effects, it leaves a nasty film of soot.” The grimace she unfolded twisted her nose straight into a crinkle. “Plus, it makes you very sweaty.”
I smiled in agreement and then climbed the rock formation, following her lead. I nodded over to the bonfire that was still burning wildly in the center of the cave.
“So how do we put out the fire?”
“Do you have an extinguisher?” Beatrix asked playfully.
I teased her right back with a check of my pockets. “No. Not on me.”
“Oh well . . . The old-fashioned way it is then.” The Golden Topaz Talisman conjured a stream of air that she directed to lift a hefty patch of dirt off the ground. Then with a showy wave, she commanded the sandstorm-like cloud to cover the fiery ring and had the flames doused in an instant. Beatrix smacked her hands like she was knocking dirt from them and announced, “That’s done. Now we can work on your form and some basic movements. Oh, and we mustn’t forget the rules of swordplay. Those are extremely important.”
A question cropped up in my mind as I stared at the wand. I lifted my gaze to Beatrix. “Um, if I can’t pry the wand loose, then what are we going to practice with?”
In one sweeping motion, Beatrix pulled out two long wooden swords from behind her back. I jumped as she flourished them in the air. “Play swords, of course,” Beatrix announced proudly and then handed one to me. “They’re excellent for sparring.”
Still somewhat leery, I took it and mustered a slight grin. “Thanks,” I replied, trying to sound as gung-ho as I could.
As she motioned me back to the center of the cave, I thought nervously, So we’re REALLY doing this… The idea of fending someone off with magic seemed less “physically” invasive for some reason. Though when it was all said and done, I realized they were both essentially the same thing—a means to an end. This way just had me swinging a really big stick in someone’s face. How hard could it be?
I stood, as she had requested, in the center of the cave with my wooden sword firmly locked in my hand. Beatrix circled me for a solid minute, sporting a strut so calculated and fierce it would have put a four-star general’s strides to shame. The tense silence she purposely left wafting in the air made her performance all the more intimidating. The Golden Topaz Talisman’s steps came to a stop when she curtly cleared her throat.
“A swordfight is like a dance between two people . . . like a tango,” she began. “Its essence is aggressive and enticing. But unlike a tango, the only passion that’s spawn is from the victor’s desire to live.”
My eyes inadvertently drifted while my mind conjured a particularly humorous vision. I wonder if Ty ever had a lesson like this? Maybe it was my nerves looking for a little comic relief? Who knows? But for whatever reason, I couldn’t get the picture of Ty and Beatrix dancing a sultry tango out of my head…no matter how hard I tired shutting it out.
My distraction didn’t go unnoticed—nor unpunished—when Beatrix swiftly smacked my butt with the wooden sword she was holding in her hand.
She continued, “It’s simple, if well-executed, but difficult to master if your confidence is hindered, or you’re . . .” she cleared her throat again and added, “NOT PAYING ATTENTION to your challenger.”
I quickly straightened my stance as a show of apology.
“And like a tango, there’s always a predator who takes the lead and prevails over their partner in the exchange. All tactical movements, whether directed at you or from you, must be fielded from your body. The desire to dominate your opponent will manifest from the most cunning recesses of your mind. But above all, the passion for killing your enemy must burn from the depths of your soul.”
Though her imperative pleas were echoing in the hollowed out cave around us, the weight of them reverberated in my mind as well. The gravity of that, in turn, stirred up a whole lot of nervousness throughout my entire body — and her vehement pacing back & forth routine sure-fire didn’t help. I honestly didn’t know which was worse: knowing I was to willingly play the role of a killer or the disturbing realization that I would inevitably become someone else’s “killee”.
Beatrix continued, “You must listen to your instincts and let your mind guide your body’s movements. Measure them twice and strike once. Keep yourself engaged with your opponent, just like you would in the dance. With a sword’s length between you and your foe, your upper body must both fend off and strike out at them, while your feet strive to keep you steady and nimble, allowing you to anticipate their next move.”
The Golden Topaz Talisman abruptly stopped in front of me. The dire look shadowing her face rattled me straight to my core. “And above all,” Beatrix stressed as she took a forceful step forward, “You must flush out their weakness during the entirety of your battle and trounce them with it swiftly . . . ” With a knowing arch of her brow, she leaned closer and warned, “before they lock on to yours.” Then she lifted my chin and honed her gaze. “Understood?” Beatrix cooed sweetly.
Beatrix grinned and then gave my cheek a few tender pats, sensing my tension. “Don’t look so fretful, dear. It’s like you said . . . ‘It’s just a sword’.”
My mouth twitched into an uneasy smile. The only stern directives I’d ever been given about sharp, lethal objects were “don’t run with scissors” and “don’t play around with knives”. “Just” a sword, I mulled quietly. Yeah right…
The Golden Topaz Talisman took a deep breath and exhaled. “All right then, let’s get started.” Beatrix stood behind me and held on to my shoulders. “You need to relax, dear. You’re as stiff as a board,” she insisted and then kicked my feet apart.
Seriously? Who wouldn’t be?
“Now, first things, first. Once you have made the decision to use it, you must draw your sword as quickly as possible,” she instructed. “So go on . . . Whip it out there.”
Still slightly hesitant, I gave the wood-fashioned sword a quick twirl at my side to ease some of my nervousness and started to lift it towards my chest.
Beatrix grabbed hold of the sword before I could raise it fully. “Please. Don’t ever do that again . . . EVER.”
Stunned by the sternness of her candor, I straightened myself up (again) to a more focused and serious stance, despite the cringe I was still rocking on the inside. My bad…
Beatrix let go of the sword, and this time, I carefully lifted it to my chest in one guided and unembellished “swish”.
Can’t get more vanilla than that, I mused, hoping I’d earned her seal of approval.
“Much better,” she beamed. “Now, you must be aware of your surroundings at all times, and it’s crucial that you size up your opponent quickly . . . And never, EVER underestimate them. I cannot stress that enough. Arrogance can fatally blind even the most skilled warrior, and then you’ll find yourself with a one-way ticket to the slaughterhouse,” Beatrix assured and then swiped her index finger slick across her throat, driving the graveness of her point home. “All right, once that’s done, engage them by keeping your eyes on your enemy and direct the tip of your sword towards their head or neck. Personally, I prefer the eye,” she announced with a sassy wink. Then my eager coach took the liberty of positioning my arms accordingly and announced, “Perfect. Now you’re ready. En Garde!”
Beatrix spent the rest of the morning guiding me through her instructions. We worked on my stance, balance, reflexes, and she even gave me a pretty lengthy list of do’s and don’ts. She told me to relax, but to be on my guard… Conserve your energy, but you must be aggressive… Hold your stance, but that I needed to move around more… Stay engaged, but keep my distance… Always expect the unexpected… A single strike will take down a foe, but combination strikes were much more effective… Stand your ground, but you must retreat to fight another day — if necessary… Don’t attempt any fancy footwork, but keep your legs moving because they’re “an easy target”… You need to have a strong offense, but a stronger defense will keep you alive… She even swore if she ever caught me trying any “foolish nonsense” like crazy acrobatic moves or twirling my sword while I was in a fight that she would hunt me down and “run me through” herself. I think my favorite was, “Expect to be cut since anyone who uses a sword has most likely had it dipped in diamond-dust, which guarantees that their blade will not break.”
Yeah… That one really gave me the warm & fuzzies.
Oddly enough, the most disheartening thing about my practice session wasn’t my skills, not in the least. Even Beatrix was impressed with the inborn talent I possessed. The problem actually turned out to be my heart. I was still struggling with the idea of having to take someone down. Though Beatrix was a great cheerleader, I thought the home team needed more of a confidence booster. Admittedly I felt like a scared little girl, and Beatrix even sensed it. But I would never tell Tanner Grey that…come hell or high water — literally!
Just as soon as midday had arrived, Beatrix announced, “I think we’re at a good enough stopping point that we can break for some lunch.”
I eagerly agreed. I had run out of the house this morning in such a panic that I’d forgotten to eat breakfast. Beatrix reached for something behind a large cluster of rocks, which thankfully just turned out to be a picnic basket. After her dramatic “sword reveal” earlier, I was rightfully relieved.
Beatrix proudly toted the wicker basket over to the base of the stone stairs. She turned to ask, “Aren’t you coming?” I nodded and followed behind her. “Bring the swords,” she added. “I’m going to see how much you’ve learned after lunch.”
I gathered the two wooden swords and headed up the stairs, right on her heels. Beatrix held on to the wall of the cave as she hobbled at a snail’s pace up the steps. It suddenly dawned on me why she’d been chosen to train me: I was no match for Tanner Grey. Beatrix’s obvious physical limitations would undoubtedly offset my “unseasoned” sword-fighting skills. I thought, as any respectful young adult would, I’ll take it easy on her.
Once outside, Beatrix sealed the entrance with a casual wave of her hand. “Do you know how to get to the old mill in Babcock?” she inquired.
The mill she was referring to sat beside Glade Creek in Babcock, West Virginia. It was southeast of Fayetteville, close to where Tanner and I had eaten breakfast yesterday.
“Yes. I’ve been there before.”
“Good. Then you won’t have any problems finding your way. I think it’s the ideal place for a fall picnic and to work on your balance. We’ll put some of those moves you’ve learned to use. Practice makes perfect,” she sang sweetly.
I quietly sulked, Great… More water.
Beatrix held out the basket. “Would you mind toting this, dear?”
I happily obliged her request. There I stood, play swords in one hand and picnic basket in the other. I was curious why she wanted to know if I knew how to get there. Is it possible she’s faster than Tanner or is she just being more considerate? I’d already discovered that he was prone to, without warning, make a quick exit.
“Since I know where we’re going, this time . . . do you want to lead, or should I?”
“Oh, you’ll get there before me, without a doubt,” she chuckled. “But Shiloh, dear . . . I don’t run.”
The Golden Topaz Talisman threw out her arms in a swift jerk and then transformed into none other than my feathery little friend, the falcon. Amazed, I watched her altered form soar higher and higher into the sky with such effortless grace.
Sneaky old bird… Once the shock had subsided, I secured my load of items and headed off through the mountains to rendezvous at the old grain mill.
Beatrix was right. I arrived ahead of her, but that allowed me plenty of time to lay down the blanket and divvy up the food. The scenery was spectacular. The fall foliage was at its peak and the trees circling the old grain mill were exploding with autumn colors. Not only did the steady rhythm of the churning water wheel sound soothing, it visually lent our venue a picturesque and peaceful air. The birds were chirping, and the sun was shining. It was another absolutely gorgeous day. It would have been perfect — if my father could have experienced its beauty too.
I was skipping over the scattered rocks that lay alongside the creek, working on my balance, when Beatrix arrived roughly five minutes later. She landed on the ground in one grand swoop and then changed back into the elderly woman’s form I’d known for years.
“I’m sorry to run late, dear,” Beatrix apologized. “I took the scenic route.”
“How did you DO THAT?” I asked, still amazed.
As we walked towards the blue & white-checked blanket, she revealed, “The topaz is an air element, dear. I don’t necessarily have to turn into a bird to fly, but I enjoy doing so. I’m actually controlling the air around me when I’m up there. I make it give me a little boost. But belie
ve me . . . It’s much trickier than it looks, especially when I’m in my regular human form,” she laughed. “Tanner’s a water element, so he can manipulate traces of water in the air and change into his misty, vapor-like form. You really don’t need to rely on the elements when traveling. The strength of your legs will carry you fast enough. One day, you’ll even catch up to Tanner and beat him. Please tell me when you do,” she grinned. “Though I’d love to see that, in person.”
“But how did you change into a falcon? That was incredible!”
“The topaz is a very unique stone that represents change. It not only allows the stone to take on various colors, but its same energy enables me to alter my appearance as well . . . though I am limited to creatures of flight. Since I can fly, per se, and have an affinity for fowls, I choose to be a falcon. They’re incredibly agile creatures and excellent hunters.” Bea laughed and pointed, “Plus, I don’t have to worry about any other birds attacking me when I’m up there.”
“Can I change my form with the golden topaz?”
“No, I’m sorry to say,” Beatrix announced regretfully. “The same type of defensive power that won’t allow the diamond to pass on your body’s invincibility also prevents my topaz from sharing its shape-shifting power with any other Talisman. It’s a precautionary measure, but a necessary one I’m afraid.”
As we sat down for lunch, the Golden Topaz Talisman boldly added, “Though Adamas could . . . but that power he drew from another stone.” She could tell by my expression that I was more than intrigued. Beatrix went on to explain, “Shiloh, the diamond is the only stone that reigns as a storm element. That is what allows you to draw some of the powers from the four earthly elements of air, water, fire, and earth. It’s why Adamas could claim more than one origin stone. No other Talisman can. Adamas was the first and only one to ever do so. Granted the diamond wand was officially his first ‘birth-stone’, but he actually had four other stones bonded to him . . . and each one represented its own distinct element, claiming its own unimaginable abilities. That, my dear, is another reason your diamond wand is such a popular prize to be acquired.”
Beatrix began pouring our drinks and continued, “You see, Shiloh, an origin stone, or birth-stone, which is its more ceremonious name, is the stone that the cosmos bestows upon you when you’re born. It calls out to you, whispers in your ear at night, and warms your soul. Just like my golden topaz called out to me when I discovered that I was a Talisman. The diamond wand has been calling out to you for years. You just weren’t ready to hear it. Your birth-stone will only reveal itself when you’re ready. It’s the one stone that allows its powers to flow through your body at all times. It’s also the only stone that can be born from your flesh. It knows your thoughts, feelings, and desires. It even harbors your memories. It knows you inside and out. Like I told you before, that’s why the diamond hasn’t released itself to you . . . It knows, dear.”
“I’m getting a little worried that I may never be ready. This is all so much in such a short amount of time. Don’t get me wrong. It’s the most exciting thing that’s ever happened to me, but it bears a lot of responsibilities . . . and burdens. Ones I’d never dreamed of in a million years. I’m not one-hundred-percent sure right now, if I can actually do this — Be a Talisman?”
“I have faith in you, dear,” Beatrix proclaimed as she patted my hand. “The wand does, too. Personally, I think it’s just giving you some space. They tend to have minds of their own sometimes, just like we do.”
“How can you or the wand be so sure when I’m not?” I asked skeptically.
“Because, Shiloh . . . it is your destiny.”
My Talisman lessons didn’t stop just because we were about to eat lunch. Beatrix informed me that Lazarus’ stone, the lapis lazuli, reigned as an air element — the same as her topaz. However, since he wasn’t the first to claim it, his powers were quite inferior to hers. Beatrix knew the original owner of the lapis lazuli. She was quick to let me know that he was nothing like Lazarus. His name was Gahiji. I thought it sounded rather exotic and from the way her face lit up when she spoke his name, I could tell they were more than just “acquaintances”.
Beatrix revealed there were only two ways to claim another living Talisman’s stone. One way was if they willingly surrendered it to another Talisman, which she assured rarely ever happened. Since Adamas surrendered his powers back to the diamond wand itself, that act allowed me to bear the full fruits of the wand’s powers, so I could rightfully claim it as my origin stone.
The other way was by dying at the hands of another Talisman. That, she avowed, was the more commonly practiced tactic. Though even if they successfully claimed another Talisman’s stone by killing them, they still couldn’t consider it a “true” origin stone because it was not bestowed by the cosmos as their birthright. It was obtained by force and hence would only exude half of the stone’s intended power and could not be born from their flesh. Beatrix did mention that if I were ever to claim another Talisman’s stone by killing them, where my diamond’s power magnifies all other stones, I would be able to summon the stone’s full power. However, the acquired stone could not be born from my flesh either, because the diamond’s powers would never allow it.
The only way for a stone to be officially reclaimed as an origin stone was if a Talisman died naturally, by chance of fate, or was killed by anyone other than a Talisman. The Talisman’s origin stone would lay in wait for the cosmos to produce its next heir. Apparently, that’s how Gahiji died, so his stone went unclaimed for centuries, allowing it to be rightfully claimed as an origin stone by the next Talisman born unto to the earth. And that birth-stone right was unfortunately bestowed to Lazarus Xcavare when he came along.
Beatrix confirmed that Lazarus was the one responsible for the freak blizzard on the night of Daddy’s death. Where his lapis lazuli possessed a great deal of psychic abilities (similar in nature to mine, but not in strength), his emotions could generate snowfalls. She revealed that Lazarus’ blue powder, which he had inflicted my father with, was a poison he could conjure at will. She said its effects were horribly dreadful and fatally potent. She also took great delight in divulging that even though he could manipulate the air around him to some degree, he couldn’t use it to fly. That ability was granted to only a select few air elemental stones, ones of more formidable power, which his was not.
She continued, “But your diamond is special, my dear. It was specifically crafted to magnify all the other stones. And, it is the only stone to reign as a storm element, which allows you, just like in nature, to command all the earthly elements and borrow some of their capabilities. That’s a very powerful asset. It’s another strength that makes you unique and so desirable to others. Yes, indeed. Extremely powerful and pure . . . but very tempting,” Beatrix announced with a raise of her brow.
When Beatrix shifted to reposition her legs, I spotted a shiny chain peeking out from the bottom hem of her pants. It turned out to be several bands of intertwined gold that had a rather large golden topaz fashioned to it.
I pointed to the ankle bracelet. “That’s quite beautiful.”
“That’s my original golden topaz, dear,” Beatrix beamed. “I haven’t worn it in years . . . not since I started wearing the ring I gave you.” She nodded to the still dormant, round golden topaz on my ring finger. “I made that just after you were born. I’ve been waiting all this time to give it to you. I had to hide it the other day when Lazarus showed up. Stones have memories, Shiloh, as well as minds of their own. Always keep that in mind, dear. Even though my tiger’s-eye helps conceal my identity from Lazarus’ mind, if his lapis lazuli were to have by chance, picked up on my golden topaz . . .” Beatrix paused, appearing a little red-faced. She smiled and added, “Well, it might have revealed some, let’s say emotional memories of Gahiji’s to Lazarus, and my cover would have been blown.”
I observed a sense of longing in her eyes
as she gazed at the golden topaz on her ankle. It was now more than evident that she and this Gahiji shared something special.
Beatrix composed herself quickly. “Just remember, you can’t always control the memories of a stone. Sometimes they can just pop-up. But they’re not always bad ones. Most of them are quite helpful, and you can learn from them,” she added with a cheery smile, trying not to sound so forbidding. With that warning lingering in my head, I attempted to finish my lunch.
Our picnic ended in about an hour. The meal was excellent, a real gourmet spread — roast beef sandwiches on buttery croissants, assorted cheeses, and plenty of fresh fruit. I made the mistake of reaching for a bag of sunflower seeds in the picnic basket, only to have my hand smacked away. She politely informed me that those were “for the birds”. I should have figured as much.
“By the way, Bea . . . do you have a cell?” I asked.
“Why’s that, dear?” Beatrix asked somewhat puzzled.
A bit startled by her answer to an obvious reason why I would ask, I announced, “So I can call you?”
“You can do that now, with the golden topaz. Even though it still needs to be charged, you can still use it to talk to me,” Beatrix revealed and then tossed the scraps from my plate over to some nearby squirrels.
My brow furrowed. “How’s that?”
“Didn’t Tanner already tell you about this?”
“He doesn’t tell me a lot of things,” I replied flatly.
“That doesn’t surprise me. That’s Tanner. Oh, well. I’ll tell you. It’s simple. All you need is a stone from the Talisman you want to reach. As long as it’s connected to your flesh, you can send them anything you wish. Speak to them… Relay images… Even your emotions… They receive the message immediately. If they have one of your diamonds, then they can talk back to you — if they choose. Tanner has a really bad habit of screening his messages. It takes him awhile,” Beatrix groaned with a heated roll of her eyes. “It’s a very convenient way to communicate, and the best thing about it is no dropped calls,” she added with a wink.
“So, if you want to talk to me, I need to give you a diamond . . . Is that right?”
“That’s correct, dear,” Beatrix confirmed nonchalantly.
I found her candor a bit strange. Tanner flat out told me that I was giving him one of my diamonds, but Beatrix seemed very blasé about it.
“Bea, um . . . would you like one of my diamonds?” I probed delicately.
Beatrix casually placed the remaining containers in the picnic basket, but by the time she had finished, her eyes were as dewy as a field of grass on an early spring morn. She reached over and patted my cheek. “I would like that very much, dear. More than you’ll ever know.”
The corners of my mouth lifted into a tender smile. Why didn’t she just say so?
I repeated the magical process in the same manner I’d carved out the first diamond. For some reason I thought it wouldn’t hurt as bad this time around, but I was wrong — WAY WRONG! It hurt far, far worse!
Beatrix isn’t the only one tearing up, I noted as I severed the rough diamond from my skin and plucked it out of my arm. Once I’d used one of my pant legs to clean the blood off the stone, I closed my eyes and gave the diamond a firm squeeze. As soon as I felt the warm glow radiating from the stone, I infused it with all the same abilities I’d given Tanner’s — both the capability to boost another’s powers and all of my psychic skills. When the process was complete, I proudly laid the charged diamond in her hand.
“What are your plans for this one? Another ring to slide on your bare finger?”
Beatrix shook her head. She lifted up the bottom of her jacket to reveal a small piercing in her navel, already fitted with a funky charm that held a tiny diamond.
“I’ll remove the one Adamas gave me years ago and replace it with yours. It’s fitting . . . I think. Since you’re the wand’s owner now. But I’ll keep his in a special place. Thank you, Shiloh.”
Her sentiment overwhelmed me. I found myself clutching her tightly, but it wasn’t a typical hug. It was special — one usually reserved for mothers.
“You’re welcome, Bea,” I said lovingly. An amused grin stretched the corners of my lips as I hugged her. Funny… I would have never figured her for a belly-ring.
Beatrix released me after a good minute of squeezing and then started blotting her misty eyes. “That’s enough of that,” she announced. “We still have more practicing ahead of us this afternoon, and I don’t want you thinking my tears will in any way sway me during our duel later . . . So let’s go.”
We collected the wooden swords and got right to it. For the next several hours, Beatrix had me show her all the skills and techniques she’d taught me down in the cave. To her delight (and my surprise), I recalled and executed every one of her maneuvers flawlessly.
“Excellent, dear! You did marvelous today. Better than I could have ever expected.”
Pleased by her praises, I tossed my sword onto the ground and plopped down on a low-lying rock. Though I had supernatural strength and endurance, I thought a quick break was in order.
“Shiloh? What are you doing?” Beatrix questioned.
With my hand shielding my eyes from the glare of the sun, I angled my gaze to hers. “Taking a little break?” I hinted awkwardly.
Beatrix lobbed back one of her disapproving looks. “Evil never rests, dear. Anyway, it’s time for our little duel. If you think you’re up to it?” she taunted.
She hit the right button, I thought as I grabbed the sword and rose to my feet.
We strolled over to the center of a grassy field near the old mill and turned to face each other with only a sword’s length between us. Our duel commenced not a split-second later — with me barely having enough time to get my weapon drawn. And she almost managed to knock it slick out of my hands too. I’d kind of expected a quick, “Ready-Set-Go”, at the very least.
Yep… Sneaky old bird.
Beatrix struck her blows zealously as she moved around as quick and guided as the wind. Every time I thought I had an advantage, it completely fell by the wayside. It wasn’t long into our swordfight when I realized how STUPID I was for assuming that she would be easier to take than Tanner Grey.
I guess that laugh’s on me.
There wasn’t one inch of the clearing we didn’t touch. We must have run across it, back and forth, a hundred times. Still feeling confident, I carried on throughout the match, performing every move like a veteran swordsman.
To Beatrix’s dismay, I happened to catch a lucky break. The Golden Topaz Talisman had stumbled slightly while she was trying to maneuver backward up a large cluster of rocks by the edge of the water. So when she leaned down to adjust her footing, I went in for one swift and hopefully, final strike. Sadly, I missed. I should have learned by now that Beatrix Sutherland plays a little dirty. She had anticipated my move, so to counter it, she swiftly hurled herself backward and propelled her body through the air, where she landed on the bridge connected to the old grain mill.
“HEY!” I yelled crossly. “I thought you weren’t supposed to do any ‘crazy, acrobatic moves’ when you’re sword fighting?”
“That only applies to you, dear,” Beatrix replied as she stood on the bridge, whisking her hair.
Feeling artfully deceived, I looked down at the water that separated us. Beatrix, who was now waiting patiently on the bridge, stood there provoking me with a smug grin while she flourished her sword like a prissy majorette twirling a baton.
What the heck, I thought as I readied the muscles in my legs for one serious leap. Confidently, I sprang off the boulders and landed on a small platform attached to the side of the mill. I took a deep breath and hopped onto the water wheel, balancing myself as I climbed its paddles. While the mist from the water rose around me, I assured myself, She’ll be the only one getting wet today. Not me!
As soon as I’d reached the top of the w
heel, I jumped down onto the bridge where Beatrix was waiting to pounce. Our fight continued, neither of us willing to surrender. Just when I was about to lose hope that a clear victor would emerge, fate dealt Beatrix another unlucky blow or rather, one of the boards on the bridge did. Her right foot cracked one of the old wooden planks and dropped the Talisman down to her knees. I lunged towards her with my play sword aimed at her throat and my grin full-on blazing.
“So, Bea . . . Do you yield?” I posed, just to gloat.
Beatrix lowered her head for a moment and then quickly raised it, revealing her third-eye — which made me jump, yet again. “NO,” she declared, now looking as proud as a peacock. With a swift wave of her hand, Beatrix summoned a blustery gust of air that knocked my weapon right out of my grasp. My mouth dropped open, shocked by her unexpected and brazen maneuver. Beatrix sprang to her feet and dug the tip of her sword into my chest.
I shook my head at her. “That’s dirty, Bea. Really dirty.”
Beatrix cocked her head to the side. “Using your other powers while you’re sword fighting is an advantage. One you must employ, every chance you get. It’s not dirty.” She grinned slyly and announced, “Now this is dirty,” right before she puckered her lips, and with one stout puff of air, blasted me clear off the bridge. Down I went, crashing into the shallow, chilly water below.
“I think we’ll stop here for today,” Beatrix announced triumphantly.
I retrieved my sword from a nearby cluster of river rocks as I rose from the water.
“Why? Because I’m finally WET?” I griped as I wrung out the bottom of my jacket.
Beatrix looked down at her watch. “No, dear. Because it’s almost 4 o’clock. You getting wet was just a bonus,” she giggled. “You’d better run home now and get ready for this evening. Oh, and take the swords with you so that you can practice. And the picnic basket too . . . If you don’t mind. There’s a bottle of sea-salt & water in there. You can put some on your arm and clean up that wound. It should be healed by the time you get home. I think I’m going to take the scenic route back.”
I trudged through the water and climbed onto the bank. “Am I going somewhere?” I asked cluelessly.
“Oh,” Beatrix started to chuckle. “Yes. I meant to tell you first thing this morning when you ran into the cave in such a huff. I apologize. You’re meeting Tanner this evening. He said to be at the Heritage Inn at five-thirty, sharp. Room 3. And he said for me to tell you, ‘No play clothes’.”
I bent down to tie my shoelaces. “Do you know where we’re going?” I asked. Beatrix didn’t respond. “Bea?” I called out as I lifted my head, only to spy her majestic falcon form soaring off into the horizon.
Well, the apple doesn’t fall far from the Talisman tree. I shook my head. Beatrix was just as evasive as Tanner Grey.
I retrieved the bottle of sea-salt & water and flushed out the wound on my arm with a quick squirt. Once I’d gathered up everything, I was off and headed straight for my house to get ready for whatever “mystery” my night held.
I just hope I still have a home to go to, and that Beatrix is right about Charlotte not selling Shiloh Ridge. I still didn’t know how all the magic in the world could stop that from happening.
Thirty worrisome minutes later, I arrived at our house to find two additional cars parked outside. I knew the black Lincoln was Ace Barlow’s, one of Welch’s local attorneys, but I didn’t have a clue as to whose white Maserati was sitting beside it. The sleek and sporty automobile had New York plates and screamed “expensive”, which wasn’t a good sign.
Surely they’re here because of the sale. At that moment, my only wish was, Please don’t let it be Lazarus in there!
My car door was unlocked, so I threw the picnic basket, along with the wooden swords, in the backseat of my Charger. As I headed up the porch steps, I surmised that since they were here on “official” business, they would probably be sitting in the front of the house. Nervously, I peered through the living room window. No sign of them. I crept over to the other side. Definitely in the dining room. Though to my dismay, I couldn’t see exactly who was in the room, not with the sheers hanging over the window obstructing my view. I could only make out outlines of bodies, but I knew there were four of them.
As I crept inside the house, I heard several voices coming from the dining room. Thankfully, they hadn’t heard me. I had to make sure Lazarus wasn’t one of them, so I hung back by the front door. I instantly recognized three of them: Charlotte, Chloe, and Mr. Barlow’s. Just as I started to resort to listening in on the thoughts of the stranger, a man with a distinct, northern accent began speaking. I didn’t know who the guy was, but he sure wasn’t Lazarus Xcavare. I would know the purr of his suave, uppity accent anywhere, and that fast-talking, throaty-sounding fellow wasn’t him.
Anxiously, I walked to the doorway of the dining room. Charlotte and Chloe were seated on one side while Mr. Ace Barlow and the stranger sat on the other. Charlotte was the first to spot me standing there and immediately shot me an icy glare.
“We’re about to get started, Shiloh,” Charlotte announced, clearly perturbed by my interruption. She cringed at the sight of my soiled clothes. “UGH! What have you been doing?”
I stood there with nothing to say while the sounds of Chloe’s giggles trickled through the room.
“Go and get cleaned up!” Charlotte barked. “This doesn’t concern you anyway.”
I figured trying one more last-ditch attempt to compel her not to sell the land couldn’t hurt, so I focused as hard as I could and thought wholeheartedly,
Charlotte Wallace…
You WILL NOT sell Shiloh Ridge
today or ANY OTHER DAY…
I found myself breathless as I waited for her response.
Charlotte grunted and shook her head. “What are you waiting for?” my mother snapped.
My heart sank on the spot. Another failed attempt. I turned and stomped up the steps. How can this be happening? Beatrix was so sure she wouldn’t sell it!
I could feel myself breaking out into a cold sweat as I headed into the bathroom. Extremely fidgety, I turned on the hot water and began to undress. Though the wound on my arm had completely healed, I couldn’t even find any relief in that — not with what was transpiring downstairs. The mirror over the sink was starting to fog up. With several heated swipes, I wiped away the moist haze to stare at the hysterical girl standing before me and inhaled a breath so deep I could practically feel it flooding my eyes.
Calm down! You have to calm down. It’s not like Lazarus will find out tonight.
The color was slowly starting to come back to my cheeks with every controlled breath I took. While I gazed into the mirror, I suddenly noticed what looked like a flicker of sorts swirling within my eyes. I gave them a quick rub and peered into the two blue pools. Sure enough, traces of a sparkling white light were swirling in them that seemed to be intensifying the longer I stared.
“Awwww SHIT!” I cried out in a panic, gripping both sides of the pedestal sink. After all, I wasn’t fortunate enough to have a tiger’s-eye to conceal this oddity like Tanner or Beatrix.
How in the hell am I going to explain…THIS? What am I going to do! Distraught, I started pacing wildly around the bathroom. Sunglasses… Sunglasses are good. Really, REALLY dark sunglasses!
I hurried through my shower and flew into my bedroom to get ready. My only thought was, Tanner has to know what to do. He just has to! As I rummaged through my closet, it dawned on me that I didn’t have a clue as to where we were going or what I should wear. Beatrix had said “no play clothes”, so I felt confident that meant something a little nicer. I grabbed a pair of khaki chinos and a dressy, fitted blue shirt. That’ll have to do, I affirmed, especially since there wasn’t a place I could think of for miles around this redneck county that deemed a dress code as a necessity, other than “No shirt, No shoes, No service” — but that didn
’t count. Knowing I was going to be with Tanner (aka – Professor Prozac), I didn’t see any need in bringing the little amethyst along, so I left it under the mattress of my bed where I’d hidden it before leaving the house this morning. However, I did check to make sure it was still under there. Yes… Still safe & sound. I slipped on my brown leather flats, grabbed my purse, threw on my shades, and headed down the stairs. I landed on the bottom step, just as Mr. Barlow was stepping into the foyer.
“Good. You’re finished. Shiloh, could you please come in here and join us?” Ace Barlow requested.
Confused, I slowly followed the salt & pepper haired, lanky attorney into the dining room. Somehow the mood of the room had changed. Charlotte and Chloe were sitting in their seats and staring down at the cherry dining table, almost like they were sulking. Far be it for me to question what someone looks like when they’re about to become instant millionaires, but their current demeanor surely didn’t match the ecstatic, jumping-for-joy vision I’d conjured — quite the opposite.
I wonder what’s up?
Mr. Barlow pulled out the chair at the head of the table and motioned to me cordially. “Please take a seat, Shiloh,” he requested.
I hesitated and thought, That’s Daddy’s spot. I felt an irksome twinge of sadness as I lowered myself into the armchair. Charlotte continued to stare blankly at the table. She may have been ignoring my presence, but I couldn’t tear my eyes from her.
Mr. Barlow began, “Shiloh, we have to take care of one minor detail before we can sign off on the sale of the property.”
“Let’s hope it’s minor, Mr. Barlow,” the stranger interjected gruffly.
I looked curiously at the impeccably dressed older man. Though the stranger didn’t exude Lazarus’ sophistication, he seemed highly educated, nonetheless. His hair was slicked back, with an unnatural, wet-look cementing his strands in place. The frameless glasses he was wearing didn’t flatter his face one bit. Neither did his overly tanned leathery skin. Even his cologne had a harsh, spicy aroma that lingered like the choke of a heavy cloud. Clearly he’d used too much, but it was tolerable — somewhat.
Greasy and sleazy, I thought silently.
“Shiloh, this is Mr. Winston Holdbrooke. He handles all Xcavare’s financial transactions and legal matters.” Mr. Barlow winked at me and stressed in a juvenile tone, “He’s the one who brought the really big check.”
Perplexed by the situation, I glanced at Charlotte. She hadn’t moved an inch and her expression still appeared freakishly void. Chloe’s face was more telling; she looked worried.
“Mr. Barlow, I’m confused. How does this concern me?” I asked. All parties in the room remained silent. I couldn’t even hear their daggone breaths.
“Well, it’s really funny you should ask that,” Ace Barlow finally replied with a forced, fake laugh.
Uncontrollably, Charlotte let out a sharp cry under her breath, like a dog would when it got its tail pinched, and then swiftly put her hand up over her mouth.
Mr. Barlow continued, “It seems Caiden left all the acreage on Shiloh Ridge to you, Shiloh.”
Flabbergasted, I shot straight up in my seat. “WHAT?”
Mr. Barlow flashed an uneasy smile. “Your father left the land to you. I didn’t think it would be an issue when I discovered it this morning as I was reviewing his will. Usually, the surviving spouse has the authority whenever a child is involved, and I knew Charlotte’s wishes. However upon checking, I learned that you just turned eighteen. Is that correct?”
Intrigued by his question, I replied slowly, “Yes.”
“Well then, you aren’t a minor,” Mr. Barlow concluded. “Your mother has no rights to the property. The sale can only be authorized by you.”
I couldn’t believe what I’d just heard. As the corners of my mouth drew up, all I could think was, Christmas sure came early this year. I stayed silent for a moment, just staring at Charlotte.
“Shiloh, I need to review the contract with you,” Mr. Barlow insisted.
“That won’t be necessary,” I answered flatly while my gaze remained locked on my mother.
“Shiloh, you really should let me go over the contract before I hand you this check,” Mr. Barlow urged.
“May I see the check?” I asked.
From out of the corner of my eye, I watched Mr. Holdbrooke pull something out of his briefcase. As soon as the stiff paper hit my hand, I held it up for a curious look. I slid my sunglasses down my nose, just a fuzz, and tilted my head. Sure enough, it was fifteen million dollars, made out to:
