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Anabel and the Knight   Oh the Absurdity!

Started 5/5/18 by whitebutterfly54 (redbutter54); 38214 views.
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Tears flowed down her cheeks as all the memories of the past flooded back.  Almost 8 years’ worth of wonderful, and some not so wonderful, times spent in the Castle with her beloved Iron Knight, their daughter Daphne and the motley crew of characters who paraded through their lives.


The sun shone the noon sign as the Iron Knight and his fellow soldiers happened upon what appeared to be an abandoned village.  There were tall animal totems, forgotten idol(s), lining the path to a large buffalo wigwam.  An autumn fox raced by, upending a yak skull lying against some pottery.  The Knight entered the wigwam and saw a huge runic mural painted across the entire back of the wigwam.  He only recognized a few of the symbols; the rune of acceptance, rune of enlightenment and rune of inner peace.  To the left there was an abandoned tambourine, decorated with a wise owl, leaning against a pile of offerings and almost right at his feet was a burning incense set.  He recognized the memory candle used in the incense set; Arabella attempted to warm his soul towards her by using such a candle in her ‘pot of mental renewal’ many times.  The Knight assumed one of his men entered the wigwam as a slight breeze caught the restful incense wafting from the bowl.  Momentarily lulled by the incense, it took a second for him to register the shadow filling the doorway was not one of his men.  With the instinctive reflexes of a warrior, the Knight grabbed the hilt of his sword and spun around in one swift motion.  Incredulity took hold as he took in the diminutive shaman in front of him. 

Helma introduced herself as the shaman of her village.  This once vibrant village thrived with people and shamans from all over who rejoiced in nature’s spirits.  Helma was left behind centuries ago when a minor eruption on the mountain led all her people to find a more peaceful land.  As guardian of the village, Helma can never leave under any circumstances.  

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They spent the day figuring out a way to communicate with each other.  The Knight desperately wanted to get back to Anabel; finding Arabella didn’t seem as important somehow.  Helma was very kind, providing the Knight and his men with food and drink and a place to rest.

Under the midnight sign of the full moon, Helma used her inspirational fire striker to light the ritual bonfire.  The Iron Knight felt oddly serene as he watched Helma, her face aglow with the fire elemental, writhing as one with the smoke and flames.  She wore lengths of beads of calm and beads of deference, together with a strand of soul beads (clear as tears but dark as coal).  Affixed to the soul beads was a huge shell of elements (a dead turtle’s shell) featuring an etched tree of knowledge.  The Knight later found out the soul beads housed the souls of ancestors and the turtle shell contained predictions.  Altogether the pendant, known as the artifact of elements, was very sacred to Helma and her people.

Through her contemplations, Helma now understood the Iron Knight; his family, his loves and his fears.  His love for Anabel, and his daughter Daphne, came through strong and clear.  Arabella wasn’t much more than an annoyance and Oeland, although respected, wasn’t front and center either.  And while the Iron Knight didn’t fear much, Lord Chamberlain was the one name with the darkest aura.  Helma believed in order to gain access to the key of stolen hopes and restore those hopes, one must first heed the three keys to kindness; see no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil.  Hope opens one’s mind to compassion and forgiveness and Helma was certain her gifts would set in motion Anabel and the Knight’s enlightenment. 

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Lost in memories, the Iron Knight was surprised to find Helma standing next to him.  He no longer sensed she looked at him through the eye of deception but rather through the lens of certainty.  Helma presented the Iron Knight with a gift, a peace pipe.  She patiently explained the significance to her people of each part of the pipe; the mouthpiece of trust is the foundation that gives rise to something greater; the bowl is called the stummel of understanding because it is the most important component of peaceful relations and the ring of reconciliation represents a firm handshake of two sides coming together.  The peace pipe’s smoke is meant to reconcile even the worst enemies.  The Iron Knight didn’t understand why he would need such an artifact from the past, but he gratefully accepted Helma’s gift.

But Helma wasn’t finished.  She produced from her robe the necklace of crystal tears.  Jewelry made from a crying eye can give its strongest emotions to its owners and this particular necklace radiated an aura of happiness.  It was perfect for the one he loved and wanted to protect most.

Sensing the Knight’s confusion over her gifts, Helma sought out a way to help him understand.  She showed him her revelation rod with seals affixed to either end.  The acceptance seal treated all memories as treasures that must be sealed and the refreshing seal was used to seal the old chapter of your life before starting a new one.  Memories were integral to Helma’s people and their way of life; they were preserved and revered.  Despite the language barrier, the Knight thought he understood.  The pipe would come in handy should he be confronted by an enemy and the necklace represented his life over the past 8 years with Anabel.

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Anxious to be back home, the Knight decided his quest to confront Arabella could wait.  Armed with directions out of the mountains and enough rations to see them through, the Knight and his werewolf warriors began the journey home.  He turned to wave goodbye to Helma, but she was gone and the village looked just as desolate as it did when they first came upon it.  


Before she dove deeper into this pity party she was throwing for herself, Anabel looked up and saw the Iron Knight silhouetted against  the heart of the mountain as specks of stars danced in the sky.  He always left her breathless each time she saw him and she never understood how it was possible to love him more.  And yet, she did.

The Iron Knight approached his wife and saw her as though looking through an eye of truth.  Not only was her natural beauty visible, but the beauty of all their years together radiated in her face.  The Knight reached into his doublet and took out the crystal necklace and fastened it around Anabel’s neck.  Helma said an aura of happiness radiated from the necklace, but the Knight was sure it was the other way around.  The aura of happiness that radiated from Anabel came from within and it enveloped his wife.  The glistening gems mirrored Anabel’s tears falling from her green eyes, tinging the necklace with an emerald hue.  Eventually, he would tell Anabel the story of Helma; how good memories are treasures to be sealed and this necklace embodied all his love and loyalty for her.  But for now, it was enough they were together again.

Anabel held her Knight tight and wished with all her heart this moment would never end.  For one split second, she felt contentment with the world.  Then she opened her eyes and caught a glimpse of a bat in the distance, hovering and watching.

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