then from that emptiness. The very pulsating light rose again, but then it disappeared into thin air. Fergus began to get nervous. He hiccupped; taking his five breaths, the hiccups passed. Then Czar ran onto the table sitting, while gazing at what Fergus was doing.
Fergus did not know why, but he listened to his conscious mind. He began to shake the book. Upon doing so, a piece of parchment fell from the last page of the book and its back cover. Fergus thought this to be peculiar. The parchment looked folded tightly. There was the Element. The Fifth Element of Creation was pressed into the wax seal. The parchment smelt old and musty like it had not been opened for many, many seasons. He questioned if his Grandfather ever remembered. Or even was aware of ever owning this book.
Fergus felt overcome by what he had found. He began to question what would happen if he continued to open the parchment. It was now Fergus’s instincts that where encouraging him, that the book was waiting for him to discover it. Fergus contemplated how events like this had never happened to him before. The more that time passed, the more his find had him to be a little bemused. He placed the parchment back into the back of its last page and the back cover. He then closed the book. Fergus again climbed the book shelf to place the book back to where he had found it. As he did, a strong gush of wind blew in through the window. Fergus felt how the winds were troubled. He had never before experienced the winds to be, so troubled.
Fergus believed he needed to take his mind of all the bizarre occurrences. So, he decided to do something active. He went to the back of his cottage where he gathered his fishing tackle. He thought a nice piece of fish would go well for dinner for the evening. He closed his cottage, and began to walk to the community river. Walking past his neighbor’s cottages. There were the normal clothes on the lines at Miss Sallies. Where her husband was peeling potatoes. Then there was Miss Margaret who was sweeping dust from her floor, while her husband was dusting the rugs. They were so absorbed in their chores, neither noticed Fergus. The paths through the Gully were always tidy. Every cottage was placed side by side. Close enough for the Gully people to hear each other’s business. Then there was Mr. Bill, an aging community member. He was always happy to keep the Gully as tidy as he could. Everyone could see the pride he put into keeping the Gully clean. And the Gullies folk were much appreciative of his efforts. This was evident by the many dinners he was offered. Though for Mr. Bill, it gave him a purpose in life.
Fergus again began to ponder how he had never left the Gully. Again, questioning what was to come of him now his Grandfather was gone? He only knew of the life his Grandfather gave him. While he pondered this, he kicked a stone all the way to the river’s water, realizing this to be relaxing.
Finding a comfortable place by the water, Fergus threw in a line. The waters were calm as they trickled downstream. Fergus then resumed to ponder at how the parchment was placed in the mysterious book. Was it something which may be his fate; was all he could think? Fergus had much time to reflect as he continued to fish into the day.
“Fergus, there you are,” said Quinn with a happy note in her voice.
“How’s things,” was all Fergus could mumble.
Quinn sat beside Fergus. She threw a stone into the water.
“Hey, I am trying to catch dinner here,” Fergus barked.
“Steady on Fergus, what is up with you?” said Quinn in a soft voice because Fergus hurt her feelings.
“Nothing; it is that I found this book. It had something in it,” Fergus was quick to explain. “It had the same Fifth Element of Creation I have been seeing. I do not know whether to be spooked or intrigued,” said Fergus. As he remembered the words he heard at this Grandfather’s grave. About being strong, love, and go as far as life can take you.
Quinn ruffled Fergus’s hair and said, “It is very mystifying, is it not? Something may be guiding you, who knows?” then Quinn asked, “Have you chosen a God that has any meaning to you, Fergus?”
“I have been thinking,” Fergus replied.
“Well, what is it then?” Quinn asked.
“Fine, I still do not believe in a God as such, but I do believe of the ‘Mother Divine of Guidance’,” Fergus answered.
“Why,” Quinn asked.
“Well, her direction, insight, and caring nature is welcoming. It is believed her otherworldly cradle is inside every living soul. We all have her patience, love, and compassion within us. We can take her heavenly guidance with every breath of air. You know, when reflecting on the occurrences which have been happening in the last couple of days. I should be asking for Guidance,” said Fergus in a tone of confidence.
Quinn felt overwhelmed with Fergus’s very words and his knowledge. Fergus learnt of the ‘Mother Divine of Guidance’, from his Grandfather. Fergus believed, if the ‘Mother Devine of Guidance’ was good for his Grandfather, then she was good for him.
“Perfect,” Quinn replied. “We all need faith to help us in our path through life. But Fergus, have you ever thought of becoming a knowledgeable and wise enchanter. As your Grandfather? I mean, what you explained to me sound of much wisdom.”
Fergus did not answer. His silence was because he was pondering Quinn’s very words.
With Fergus’s silence, Quinn stood and wished Fergus well wishes for the afternoon. Explaining how she had to return to help her mother. Quinn had to help with her three siblings, and her father who was crippled in his legs. With Quinn being the eldest child, she unfortunately had to do a man’s labor.
Fergus could not stop thinking about the book. It gave him butterflies in his stomach. ‘Having Butterflies could be a good thing’, thinking to himself. Then rationalizing how he should not make any hasty decisions though.
After catching one small fish which he tossed back to the waters, he left the waters to return to his cottage. Finding the same stone which he kicked to the water’s edge, he also kicked that same stone all the way back to his cottage. Czar was sitting waiting at the front door like a loyal friend. Fergus rubbed his belly and picked him up placing him high onto his shoulder. Fergus sat himself at the table. He gazed towards the book. It began to shine like it could sense his interest. Fergus whispered, “tell me what to do.”
At that moment, the very book began to glow, and again the pulsating light came from nowhere. It flew above the book, only to disappear into the book’s pages. The Fifth Element of Creation on the books binding now began to glow brighter than ever. Fergus was now beginning to believe, how this was becoming a very true phenomenon. Fergus was starting to believe how something great may be transpiring. Fergus climbed the bookshelf once again. He removed the book from the shelf. Then finding a place at the table, Fergus dusted where he was going to place the book. Fergus opened the book where he once again removed the parchment from its back page and cover.
“What to do next though?” Fergus was questioning himself.
The seal on the parchment did not look as though it had ever been broken. It was a large seal and bright red in color. What was most interesting though, was how the seal bore the very engravings of North, South, East, and West. This showing all that was in the Fifth Creation’s Element. What else was interesting was how it was the very Fifth Creation Element in the evenings fire smoke. Fergus ran his finger over the wax seal uncertain about whether he should open it, or to leave it be. Many thoughts were passing his mind making it hard to decide. For instance, was he being over cautious, or even was he the right person for the discovery?
Fergus thought how the Map was someone’s bad humor,
