The Stone of Blood (51 page)

I looked down at Lucian as he lay upon the ground in stunned disbelief! And I turned and looked out upon the horde of ‘
werewolves’
as their eyes were
filled with fear …
and I met their glare with my own!

I raised that silver sword above where Lucian lay and I plunged it down deep! With all my heart and with all of my soul!
I plunged it down deep …deep into the soil beneath the shadows of Mr. Roberts’s red barn! The fighting was ended! It was finished! We were
ALL
the Chosen
!

For it was in those moments that I realized that even
Lucian
was ‘
human
’ like me. He held the same fears, the same wants and the same blood within his veins! It was not the blood of Nathanael. It was not the blood of countless generations! It was
His
blood this had all been about!

The light of the Blood Moon that had shown down through the open loft window, cast its light then upon that great silver sword! And I saw it shinin’ as a silver white light; a pure white light in the symbol of a cross!

A symbol of the
One
who had been given …so that
ALL
might be saved!

I realized then too, that it had
not
been about the curse of the ‘
werewolf
’ any more than it had been about the curse of ‘
cancer
’ or about a curse of ‘
disease
’! It had been
their belief
in the curse that had given it power! It was
their belief
that had kept it alive! It was also then that I realized that it had not been about
my name
! It had not been about the translation of the ‘
son of a werewolf
’! It had been about
His
name! It had been about
His
name all along! For not
my will
but
His
will be done!

I knelt down there in the stillness of the barn as thousands of ‘
werewolves
’ …people …men, women and children who were of the curse …watched as I picked up the
‘Sang Pierre’
with my bare hands! It no longer
held power
over me! For in
it …
I no longer believed! And as I clasped the
Stone of Blood
in my hands, kneeling down before the cross, I bowed my head …and I prayed to the God of Heaven! And for a moment …there was peace.

Just then I heard a great commotion before me! And I opened my eyes and
saw
as
Lucian threw off his captor’s hold and rose again to his feet! He took up his silver revolver! And I saw him fire his gun! And I heard the screams …scream of the ‘
werewolf
’ who had lunged at me from behind! And I saw him as he fell dead upon the ground!

It was Lucian’s
silver bullet
that fell him! It was Lucian’s heart that
changed
!

It was then as it was in John 1:49 that the ‘
House of Nathanael’
declared… ‘
Rabbi, you are the Son of God; you are the King of
Israel
’.

And I watched as Lucian laid his gun down upon the ground …and as he knelt before the cross …and as he joined me there in prayer. I had spared his life …but it was
God
who had changed his heart!

“Good thing they didn’t turn out to be vampires, huh?” Colby said jokingly as he and Cricket both joined us and knelt down before the cross. Cricket nudged me in her playful way, as the sound of a thousand ‘
werewolf’s
grew silent, and as they returned to their human forms.

The ‘
order of the wolf
’ did as their leader had done. They followed the call of the alpha-male. Just as a leader of a great country bows his knee, so does the will of his people. And
like a single drop of rain upon the water …
all knees were bent and all heads were bowed!

“Heavenly Father, in the name of Jesus Christ, we are your children. We believe in you through the Holy Spirit. And we confess you with our mouths. We are saved by the blood of Jesus and we belong to you. I ask you Father to forgive me, to forgive all of us, for every sin, removin’ that sin from our hearts and the pain from our lives. For it is by your word that we confess our sins, that we may be forgiven in your sight. We confess those sins to you Father …that the power of this blood curse be broken through the blood that was shed by your son, Jesus Christ! We also confess the sins of our fathers, our grandfathers, and our great-grandfathers throughout the generations …where curses had came upon us and where evils were introduced into our families. We break the power of every spoken curse …every evil word that came out of our mouths and we claim your blessing! We revoke the power of the blood curse by the authority and power in the name of Jesus Christ! We confess that the curse is now broken by the authority of His name! And we command every evil spirit which came in through that opened door to leave us now in the name of Jesus Christ! We pray. Amen.”

And I saw as by a vision, as I lifted up my eyes …the ghostly white apparition who had fought beside me in battle, as he held out his hand for the
‘Sang Pierre’
! I looked to Lucian and I kept my word …and I handed him the stone. This was the first time in the history of the curse, that the Stone of Blood was placed into the hands of the people. Lucian took up the stone then, and with only a moment’s hesitation …he placed it
into the apparition’s ghostly hands.

…
And there came a great white light that enveloped me, taking me up …up …up into the air within a ring of circling winds …and I saw a young maiden as she rose up from the pure white light surrounding Cricket, and as she ran free of her bonds, a
beautiful young maiden with flowing locks of auburn hair and eyes of emerald green! She ran into the arms of the man who was her father; the same apparition who had fought beside me, the ghostly spirit of Obadiah. Visions
of generations filled my senses then as timeless ages passed …the whirling winds brought memories …like the pages of my life …and I lost myself there within my vision …lost within the pages of time …and then I heard a voice that called my name …a voice that called me …‘Sunshine’ …and as I looked I saw a single red balloon floating freely upon the air, where no clouds obstructed its view and where no winds took it from my sight! And I looked upon it with eyes of innocence, and I reached out and I took up its string …and I remembered an important somethin’ that God wanted me to remember …and the curse of the
Stone of Blood
was ended…

***

June 1864

Obadiah found Caleb as he lay dead within the hidden chamber of his workshop, clutching the
‘Sang
Pierre
’
within his hands. And he knelt down beside his son and he cried for him.

It was then that Nathanael came up from behind and ran him through with the blade of his sword! And he laughed an evil laugh.

But it was in that moment of final victory that a ghostly white apparition flowed through him, startling him, catching him unaware! A moment that allowed Obadiah time to rise up his gun and fire its silver bullet!

Obadiah buried his son by the light of that summer moon with his name written clearly upon his stone. And then he placed the golden box of the ‘Sang Pierre’ into Nathanael’s hands, along with a glimmering silver sword that he laid by his side; a silver sword that he had once made as a wedding gift for his daughter’s betrothed; the same man who he would now bury in an unmarked grave.

The mortal wound Obadiah had been dealt would not allow him to fulfill his promise;
his promise to protect the
‘Sang
Pierre
’
. So Obadiah took up the
stone in his hands to
become ‘spirit’ as well, so that he might hold true to his word …and protect his daughter …til’ she be set free!

***

I sat up there on that old fence post like a modern day Tom Sawyer of sorts,
at least wise in my mind and all
; and except for I was wearin’ shoes. I sat up there contemplatin’ on life like I was a King or somebody important like that; chewin’ on a tall piece of grass I’d picked up from outta the field.

The shadows from Mr. Roberts’s red barn were playin’ catch with the lights comin’ in from the other side of it. The sunlight was dancin’ back and forth across the yard like sparklin’ diamonds on the water; the grass still bein’ damp from the early mornin’ rains and all. The sunrise had been a particularly beautiful mixture of bright oranges and yellows that mornin’; and there was just the faintest scent of honeysuckles blowin’ in on that cool autumn wind.

I didn’t know what I wanted to be when I growed up then mind you. But I reckoned that as long as Cricket was there with me, then she’d be there to help me figure it out.

I watched her as she rode her horse from the
fields across
the way to meet me. And then we rode together down by the cool waters and through the meadows
of grassy green …where we dreamed of a
happily ever after
.

The end.

Afterthought’s from the Author

“After the writing of this book had ended, I realized that I myself had not closed a chapter in my own life. While the characters and stories in this book are fiction, they are based upon real events and real people that I knew, friends that I know and places where I have been and lived.