philosophies. Quinn thought it was now more important for Fergus. Especially how something unknown appeared to be transpiring in their lives. Quinn said her concerns in a way where she was trying not to predict any form of greatness. She did not want to excite Fergus of anything, that may leave his imagination to speculate something mysterious, strange, or unidentified. Quinn was grounded in all she did. She was the responsible one who planned ahead of time. In case something unexpected happened. With Quinn’s persuasion Fergus promised how he would ponder a faith.
“How about I think of it later in the day, though,” Fergus uttered.
“I will ask again later then, and I expect you to keep your promise and tell of your faith,” said Quinn in an insistent voice.
When the dough felt cooked, they ate and drank in silence. They were both thinking the same thoughts. Thoughts of hearing the sweet utterances at Grandfather’s burial. And then of the unexplained dreams. After much silence Quinn coughed aloud to catch Fergus’s attention. She asked if Fergus would like to join her in fetching water for her Mother. Quinn stressed how it had been some time since she left her cottage. Her Mother would have been expecting her long ago.
“No, I want to hang out here. I have things to do,” said Fergus, knowing he had nothing better to do.
“Fine. You need to think of your God,” Quinn ordered, repeating herself again.
Fergus felt he was being encouraged a little. But with girls, he always thought they could be a little persuasive.
Quinn gave Fergus a kiss on his brow, this making Fergus feel a little awkward. Causing Fergus to hiccup, this waking Czar as he did. Czar was quick to follow Quinn out the door only to scramble back to Fergus’s lap, where he then climbed to nibble Fergus’s chin. This made Fergus feel humbled. He loved petting his little ball of fluff. While admiring his fluffy pointy ears. His white patches over his dark blue eyes, and long curled black tipped tail.
The early morning sun was beaming through Fergus’s cottage window. Showing little dust particles to rest on the window’s edge. Fergus realized how he had not before noticed, how the dust rest’s as it does. He remembered how his Grandfather always had the window open. So, the aroma of his cooking filled the cottage. Now there was only an aroma of musty books. This had Fergus feeling a little lost. He did not know what to do with himself.
Looking about and gazing at the table there were still the many books, inks, parchment, and herbs. He knew a little about some herbs his Grandfather taught him. He began to gather some Dragons Blood, Frankincense, Myrrh, and Moroccan Rose. All these together letting of a relaxing and welcoming scent. Fergus blew his herbs so the fire in them would burn slowly over time. Resting the herbs on a plate, Fergus began to look about at some of his Grandfather’s books. This was something his Grandfather would do every morning. Fergus found it to be uplifting, allowing him to feel refreshed for the coming day.
Fergus began to question. Would there ever be anyone in the Gully who would replace his Grandfather’s skills? He was a well-respected and knowledgeable man. Fergus had heard how there were only a few like him? He then pondered if he should follow his Grandfather’s path in life by reading, healing, and to offer wisdom. But this was something which would not happen overnight. He would have to revise many books for many seasons.
Out of no-where, Fergus could hear what sound like an annoying insect buzzing by his ear. He waved his hands about, but in spite of this, the buzzing did not pass. Fergus began to believe how something strange was taking place, again. And he then noticed a little light flickering out of the corner of his eye. Fergus watched how the light buzzed about the room pulsating big and then small. Fergus was mesmerized by the light. Following it's every move. The light then disappeared high into the book shelf. Fergus was in awe while feeling somewhat bewildered.
“That was mysterious,” Fergus thought to himself. “Did that even happen?” he questioned.
With this, Fergus then began to believe in greatness once again. Yet, at the same moment, he once more began to question his beliefs. Confusion was beginning to take place. He began questioning. How he was starting to believe in something that may be somewhat foolish. Only Czar then climbed the bookshelf. He began to scuff exactly where the flickering light disappeared.
“How did Czar know this?” again Fergus began to question what was happening before his very eye’s. “Czar saw it also though, so it must have been true,” Fergus tried to reasure himself.
Fergus’s curiosity took hold. He began to climb the huge bookshelf. Having to brush away much dust to read what kind of book it was. Only Fergus still found it hard to read what kind of book he was looking at. With only a small amount of light coming through the window? Fergus climbed down the book shelf, and stoked the fire some more, making for a brighter reading light.
“That will be fine,” Fergus thought to himself as he once again climbed the book shelf.
Fergus was dusting and reading as he went. Some books were about herbology. Others about beliefs in divine beings, and several about distant lands. Fergus had no idea his Grandfather read such diverse material. Fergus reached the top shelf where the flicker disappeared and where Czar Scuffed. The book was to the left at the very top. When Fergus took hold, he ran his fingers over the book’s binding.
“OUCH,” said Fergus then drawing back his hand.
There was something scorching hot when Fergus dusted over the book’s binding. He was able to blow and rub most of the dust off with his jumpers’ sleeve. He climbed down the bookshelf with the book in his grip. Fergus then found a dirty piece of clothing to wipe the book clean some more. Out of surprise there was a mysterious glowing symbol. Feeling mystified though it was the same symbol he saw in the smoke, and as what was in last night’s dream.
Fergus took a deep breath and exhaled. The symbol continued to glitter. Fergus took another deep breath then exhaled again. Fergus felt taken aback. It was one of the most beautiful things he had ever seen. He noticed how the book was quite large; yet, it weighed very little. He placed the book on the table. Fergus gazed at the mysterious mystical symbol on the cover of the book. While aware of how it was the same Emblem. Which was actually, the Fifth Element of Creation he before saw. Again, he ran his finger across the Emblem, and again, he had to withdraw his finger. It was still scorching hot. Fergus thought the heat was some type of energy, like it was a living form. He also thought how it was so hot, he would be able to cook his breakfast on it. The books Fifth Element of Creation, began to pulsate. The pulsating light left the Fifth Element of Creation to leave the book. It flew above the mysterious book. Then the pulsating light flew onto the manuscript’s pages.
Fergus was now becoming inquisitive. He began to believe there was something great directing him to something miraculous. Fergus ran his finger around the edges of the book. It was made of an old dark brown leather. There was the gold embossed writing, and it showed the four Element’s which he believed were the forces to life. Fergus gasped at its beauty as he opened the cover of the book a little. He then stopped, because he pondered how there was no turning back once he opens the book. He knew that if he found what was in the book, he would feel obliged to carry out what he had begun with. This left him to question, was this something he wanted in his life? He then read the front cover of the book in its ancient, glittery gold, gallant writing, ‘To many lands and back again.’
This was enough to convince Fergus, that this was something of greatness. Fergus began to feel a little excited. He believed the title may be telling of quests, or even voyages to new places beyond his very Gully. These thoughts caused Fergus to feel somewhat overjoyed. This motivated him, so he began to open the book. He was quick to notice though, that after flicking by four pages, the rest of the book’s pages were cut out. The cut-out
