Chapter 1A Chapter by dawn aulis1 London April 1933 Ina crept from the rancid hull of the cargo
ship that had brought her safely out of Irish territory, back home to
England. Moving slowly, to avoid
detection; she had sent out feelers and found the ship almost barren. After the
troubled voyage the crew had been all too quick to be on land and out carousing
the streets of London. Her heaving
stomach and the increasing weakness from
dehydration were making progress difficult, but no matter how bothersome , she
would succeed and escape the ship, just as she had escaped capture in Ireland,
no one would suspect that a mere child would be able to evade such imminent
danger without any trace of where she had gone.
The most ingenious part was the lack of a plan, plans can be discovered,
and so she had just run, no thought as to where she was going or when she may
return, not so much as a tear for all she had left behind. As she lifted her head above the decking on
board the Sea’s Lass, she smelled fresh air and felt renewed immediately, she
would find some fresh water and be almost as good as new. Then she would have to find refuge, a much
trickier pursuit. A quick mental look
around the deck told her no one was
looking, keeping low just in case, she climbed the last steps, and shot for the
railing, finding a ladder close by she was over the edge and down to the dock
in seconds. The night was thick with the stench of men,
booze and cheap women, lamps were lit along the dock and many people were
milling around; men looking for women and w****s looking for cash. Beggars also lined the road leading away from
the docks looking for anything not nailed down that had value, she chuckled at
the idea that she most likely looked like a beggar living on the street, then grimaced
at the thought that she just might be on the street unless her last hope for
refuge did not fail. After walking a few blocks she stopped in
an alley to send out a call to her champion; only silence followed, still
nothing, and yet she would not accept that he was gone, she would feel it if he
were indeed dead. Somehow he was
blocking her, although how she could not fathom, only the first born female in
her clan was the chosen. Only the chosen
could jump in and out of the minds of others, and never leave a trace, or any
resistance from others. The idea had
confounded her for months, it was not possible for her champion to do this, and
yet she would not accept his passing either, so she continued to call to him,
always hoping... She had only gone a few blocks when a slow
but persistent rain began to soak her to the bone. Ina did not mind, her Gunna had taught her
that her clan had found it beneficial to pursue the most delicate quests in the
rain, or very late at night; both provided cover from those who would like to
follow and reap the rewards of her clan’s bounty. Gunna, the thought of her grandmother brought
her a sense of peace, and she had gone
for long walks late at night and sometimes in downpours to teach her the
benefit of having few people about and the air wiped clean and smelling fresh,
she had quite enjoyed the outings, although Father had been furious each time
he discovered them sneaking in during the wee hours or drenched to the bone and
giggling in spite of themselves. He had
threatened to send Gunna away, but never followed up, Ina thought that was
because if her Aunt had not been there to care for her and her Grandmother to
tend the kitchen he would need to hire help to do those things, and help cost
money, and Father hated to waste money on anything. Besides he needed them to teach her whatever
they knew about her Mother and being the chosen one, her Grandmother of course
knew all too well what being chosen meant she had passed the power to her
daughter Ladi , however, Ladi had been more powerful than any other chosen one;
and so she could only provide so much guidance. Just like her mother before her Ina seemed
to possess strong telecommunication skills and had been able to speak
telepathically not only to her Aunt Handi and Gunna, but also to her Champion
although she never told anyone of this gift.
So much of her childhood had been devoted
to nourishing the gift and protecting her; Handi had been positive that others
were continually seeking for them, and would force them back to the home place
in Central America where her Mother’s clan had thrived for so many years. Now the clan was gone, wiped out by disease
and greed, only the three of them had survived with the secret to protect.
Ina found Mill Street without delay, and
once in the right area had no trouble to select the right house. Set away from the street with a long drive
and gates out front, the large limestone house looked quite intimidating, but
she must go in, so she took a deep breath as she approached and made ready for
the confrontation. “I must go away;
others seek me out as a means of getting to you and I will not let that
happen. Should you need refuge go to
Mill Street in London and find my friend Sam Wilson, he will help you, do not linger
if you sense danger, it is all around you, let Gunna and Hani lead you and when
they cannot; follow your heart and my advice and make for Mill Street, Promise
me” the last words from her Champion, before he left the last time, around two
months before she was told he was killed in a shipwreck in Ireland. Tears running down her cheek she sent out a
desperate call to her champion one more time, and still no response, she sighed
and took another deep breath and stepped up to the gate gave the name Carina Murphy
just as she had been told to do, and was led into the house. A stark faced man, who must be a butler insisted
that she could not possibly wish to see Lord Wilson, she must be looking for Ashley, Ina stood firm that the only person
she wished to see was Sam Wilson. With a
curt nod the butler Reed was off leaving her dripping in a study with dark
mahogany shelves on two walls , leaving one with a massive fireplace now lit
and giving off much welcomed heat, and one which had a row of French doors
leading out to beautiful gardens. Drawn
to the feint smell roses, just starting to bud, lna was at the doors when the
study door opened, and Wilson came in.
“Who, did you say the lady’s name was, Reed?” he quizzed over his shoulder,
then letting his gaze pass around the room, stopping only when his eyes
connected with her own. “A Miss Carina Murphy, sir,” explained the Reed “Ahhh... the famous Miss Murphy, sent by Camp
Murphy, he told me little about you, save that I should take you in if ever you
asked for refuge with me, is that the intent of your visit?” He spoke as if he
were teasing her, with a broad grin on his chiselled face. Peaking into his mind she found humor and intrigue,
he was curious about her and wanted to draw out more information from her. Fine that was better than being put out on
the street, she smiled sweetly and explained, “I would only need refuge if you
cannot point me to Mr. Murphy, I seem to have lost touch with him and we have
unfinished business to contend to.” “So he said, but I cannot help you, I have
not heard from your cousin Camp in months, you will have to be content to stay
with us till he re-appears, which in my opinion will be when he is good and
ready.” Still smiling he walked over to
her. “You will need to freshen up before I present you to Mother and Ashley,
Reed will see you to your room,” Mr. Wilson was watching her, and kept trying
not to let it show that he was finding the entire conversation incredibly
humorous, “you will find a trunk with suitable clothing, and Camp left me in
charge of funds to clothe and board you till he can come for you.” He finished
by walking over the large oak desk and taking out a ledger, I will send for a
seamstress at once to make up some appropriate clothing for a young, unattached
young lady,” he said the last with humour and dipped his chin to avoid her
seeing the grin. No need to hide emotions from Ina she saw
them as much as felt them and was well aware that Mr. Wilson thought perhaps
she was Camp’s lady, or very unladylike indeed.
She did not care what he thought as long as he let her stay and there
was hope Camp would return for her. Even
better was that he did not seem to have any knowledge that she was anyone more
than an acquaintance or a distant cousin of Camp. © 2013 dawn aulis |
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