~Chapter 9~
Honorius of Thebes: The Sworn Book
Louis headed directly for Chug's house to help out, with some of the baking for Rosalind (Chug's mom). He and Chug delivered some of the pies to the Ladies in town, and even took some of them down to the Centerville school where the PTA meeting was to be held, that night. He and Chug were paid two dollars each for their work, and of course, they could eat all the pies they wanted, what a great deal, they both thought.
Both were laying in the grass in Chug's front yard enjoying a late afternoon sun, and a full belly when Chug spoke out.
"Louis did you hear about Stuttering Sammy and Growlin Harry?"
"No what happened?"
"They both got grounded."
"For what Chug...?"
"It seems that they both have just been getting, in a lot of trouble lately. Harry has not been doing any of his chores around the house; he hasn't been doing any of his homework this week, and has been in a real foul mood day and night. He just hasn't been himself, lately. He's been walking around talking, and growling to himself all day."
"He's always done that. Why do you think we call him Growlin Harry? Remember he's got big holes in his shoes. That can really hurt you know."
"No Louis he's been worse than usual. I mean from what I've heard it's really bad. Then Sammy, he's been missing school as well. Haven't you noticed he's not been around?"
"No."
"Well I saw him the other day at Tessie Whitman's dad's Five and Dime, and he said he's scared of going to school, he doesn't want to ever go again."
"What do you mean he's scared of going to school? He's been going to that same school for five years now. He knows us all; were all his friends."
"Well it seemed to me that he's kind of acting like Harry. He's just being real weird. It's kind of scary."
"Chug I don't know what could have happened. Maybe it's something to do with Mr. Beamer. That's all I can think it would be. What else could it be? I told you about what happened the other day with that eerie wind. That meeting is tonight in Mr. Beamer's barn at midnight. So maybe these things are all related."
"I don't know if all of that's true. I just wanted you to be aware of it Louis. It's just real strange. Those are two of the nicest kids I have ever met."
"Well Chug I'm laying here in this grass, and warming my soul in the sun. I've just eaten my share of the world's greatest pies, and have even made a few bucks doing it. How great it this? I could not be happier. Too bad I gotta go to that darn meeting tonight. It worries me a little bit," said Louis as he rubbed his over-stuffed belly.
"Well Louis Molly and I, were invited as well. So you can count on us."
"I didn't know Mr. Beamer asked you and Molly to be there."
"I guess he figures were all in this together. Now remember if you're called on again to go to the North Pole, or you need me for anything you just ask Louis. You're my best friend in the world. I would do anything for you Louis."
"Thanks Chug. That means a lot to me. Remember we are blood brothers. Remember last year when we sealed our friendship in blood with my pocket knife?"
"I sure do Louis; I will never forget it..."
"Well I have been eating so many pies the last few days, and have not been home much, so I feel like I'd better get going. I have to go see my dad and Hattie May. Plus, I'm going to take a nap before the meeting tonight. OK? I will see you then, Chug."
"OK Louis I will see you tonight. Thanks for all your help with delivering the pies, and taste testing them with me...you know just to make sure they were cooked just right. You know quality control and everything" said Chug as he rubbed his over-stuffed belly, and smiled at Louis.
Louis slowly mounted his bike as he looked for Muncy, who was out in the cornfields in front of Chug's farmhouse, chasing rabbits.
Louis whistled loudly.
Muncy flew in towards the front of Chugs' house with his tail and ears flopping about. Both disappeared down the road, towards home.
Louis checked in with his mom who was found cleaning up in the kitchen. He found his dad out back in the tool shed, repairing a broken wagon. After seeing that everything was fine with both of his parents, he quickly headed upstairs to his bedroom with Muncy, to take a long, nap. His dreams were pleasant and non-eventful this afternoon for a change. Louis slept through dinner only to, be awakened at about a quarter to twelve by his dad.
"Louis you've got to wake up now. We have to go next door to Mr. Beamer's barn for the meeting tonight. Wake up Louis..."
"Alright, alright, I'm awake. I will be down in a minute..."
Louis found the bowl of clean water that is always sitting on his dresser, splashed a little cold water on his face, put on his blue overalls and baseball cap, and then headed down the stairs to find his waiting parents. Both were to attend the meeting tonight.
Heading out the door, he looked upwards towards the sickle moon hanging above, Louis said, "I once saw that same moon in the Boreal forest, above Canada dad. It always seems, to shine brighter in Centerville."
"I know exactly what you mean Louis."
As Louis, Hattie May, and Jeremy with Muncy trailing entered the barn, they were startled with what they saw next, the barn was filled with almost everyone from town.
There was Mr. Marvin Waterwick the Fire Chief, standing in the very back of the barn by Harriot the old milking cow. Doc Wellman was there, as well as Turk the Blacksmith, Mrs. Beamer, and Mr. Benson who owned the soda-shop. Miss Trumble the Schoolmaster was there as well, as were a few of the town bankers and firefighters. There were some of the Ladies of the Red Hat Society, and most of Louis's friends, Molly, Tessie, Jay, Becky, and Mildred Waters, with Short-Stack. Standing at the very back of the barn was Baron Von Beck who pulls the milk-wagon around town, and Old Mr. Belvedere the Plow Horse.
Mr. Beamer was standing in the center of the barn, on a large bale of hay speaking to everyone when Louis and his family arrived.
"Good Louis you are here with your parents. Please everyone make room for the town hero, and of course our own lovable Muncy," proclaimed Mr. Beamer as he waived for everyone to part to let him or her though.
Louis turned a little red in the face, as everyone gave him a long round of applause. Jeremy, Hattie May, and Louis found a seat right in front, proceeding to sit down on a bale of hay that was set aside for them. Louis waived to some of his friends, and next to some of the folks in the room, as Molly came over, and sat next to Louis; giving him a quick, kiss on the cheek.
Louis looked a little nervous, and a bit over-whelmed.
"Now everyone our guest of honor has arrived, so please be quiet," said Mr. Beamer.
"Louis you are the guest of honor tonight. Did you know that?" asked Molly.
Louis turned redder by the moment.
Mr. Beamer continued, "You're the guest of honor because of your heroics last year; because you saved Christmas. Also Chug, and Molly, we want to thank you, one more time, as well."
Everyone in the barn began to applaud again, with a few whistles and catcalls being heard from Louis's friends.
"OK again, everyone please settle down. We must get to the nature of the business, of why I have called you all here tonight. For this is really a very serious time in all of our lives."
Louis mustered a soft smile.
Mr. Beamer continued.
"Things have changed in the world in the last few days. I must now get down to the things of great importance that are before us."
Mr. Beamer's face tightened up as his eyes grew in intensity.
Molly grabbed Louis's hand a little tighter. Louis looked over at his dad who gave him, a look of confidence.
Mr. Beamer's voice grew in volume; he then raised both of his hands over his head to punctuate his next sentence.
"Evil is on the loose!
!" he blurted out to everyone's amazement.
The crowd gathered immediately grew deathly still.
The Book of Evil had been stolen from Santa's Village. The Book of Aka Manah has been opened!"
"What is he talkin about dad?"
"Quiet now Louis. Let's let Mr. Beamer speak."
Chug looked over at Louis with a worried stare on his face.
Louis gave Chug a pained smile.
"Now let me start at the beginning, now that I have your full attention. I know that some of you townsfolk are scared right now. I am sorry, but I can't say this any other way; I have to be direct. With this evil on the loose again, that is why I asked you all to be here tonight. It is because the reading of this book, the Book of Aka Manah, by the wrong person, or persons will affect all of you, in the very near future.
Matter of fact it will start affecting the entire world in the next few days. It is because the Book of Aka Manah is the only book in the world that holds the key and the answers to total and complete evil. It is a book of...ancient ways, of ancient secrets, and a book of evil truth.
It was a book written over three thousand years ago. In the time known as, the Middle Kingdom and it was written with the help of us, the Ancients and the great Pharaoh of Egypt...Ramasiis the II, the ruler of the Middle Kingdom. I am really sure...that I have your attention now."
Chug's mouth was wide open. It could be found hanging down around his knees. Tessie with Molly looked at each other, with eyes as wide as Big Sal's rear end. Hattie May took Jeremy by the hand; quickly tightening her grip.
Mr. Beamer continued.
"Now the reason I am telling you about this is, because we believe, we being the Ancients...that we know who is in possession, and control of this book, and what he, she, and they intend to do with it. We must all come together, to stop them from completing their evil plans. The book of Aka Manah has not been completely read, or fully understood, or else none of us would be still sitting here in relative peace and quiet, at this time. The power of its evil has started to grow around us already. The children's minds in the world have already started to be effected by the evil force that lies within its covers."
Chug looked over at Louis and mumbled, "Sammy and Harry".
Louis nodded, that he understood.
Mr. Beamer continued speaking.
"This book if read, and used correctly, has the ability to create mind control over the weak-minded in the world, or can take control of the most vulnerable or young around the world...the innocent children. This book was written long ago to document how it happened the last time. How evil almost conquered the world. It was the record of what happened before; it was in print, so that if it ever happened again, we would understand the evil in the future, and be able to stop it from happening again.
"Where was this book being kept? Who stole it, and most importantly of all, Mr. Beamer you are...ah...er...an Ancient? W-hat's...an Ancient?" asked Louis with an astonished look on his face.
"Those are very good questions Louis. I will answer them all for you the best I can."
Louis tried to swallow; his throat ran dry.
"First off Louis, I must inform you of something else. There is a mirror-book to the book of Aka Manah. It is the ultimate Book of Good. The only kind like it, found on this earth. Called it is, the Book of Honorius of Thebes-The Sworn Book.
It has been in good keeping by the Ancients all these years, hidden from the forces of evil. It is a book written to counter, and keep in check, the book of Aka Manah. It has been hidden, well I might add, though out the generations, by the most good and honest people in the world. It was always believed that evil would also stay as far away from good as possible. Evil and evil-people consort, and mingle with like-minded people, animals, and beasts. This good book's safety, in the last three thousand years, has been held, and secured by the most noble, honest, and truthful people that the world has ever known.
Louis gulped.
"It has been hidden, and kept in safekeeping by past: kings, queens, noblemen, patriarchs, saints and lords though out the ages. For the last two-hundred years, it has been held in my possession, here in Centerville, for I am the Librarian of the Ancients. I am the appointed Keeper of the old books of our people.
Louis, Hattie May, Chug and just about everyone in the room were stunned to hear this, all except for Mr. Penneywell, Mr. Waterwick, Turk and Doc Wellmen.
"I also have another revelation to speak tonight. Did you all know that Santa Claus is an Ancient and that he is my brother? We are the keepers of the Ancient's ways, and we are The Herder's of the last great bred of horses on earth, the Arion Horses. And of course you all should know by now, that Charlie is an Arion."
Louis turned to Hattie May, he mouthed a question, The Ancients mom, are Herders and Keepers? What are Ancients?"
"I'm sure most of you in the room have many questions in your mind that you would like me to answer, so I will try the best I can to answer them all. Louis I will answer the rest of your questions as the night proceeds."
"Mr. Beamer I had no idea that you were related to Santa Claus. I always thought that you looked like him; you are both stocky, have white hair, and have that strange bump on your nose. And of course you both laugh the same, but I had no idea at all" said Chug.
"Yes Chug, I am his older brother. We are almost three-thousand years old. Do you have any other questions?"
"Why of course I do Mr. Beamer. As Louis just asked, what is an Ancient?" asked Molly.
"Well Louis, Molly, Chug and everyone else present here listen: The Ancients were once a great race of people that lived in olden Egypt around the time of the Middle-Kingdom in the Eleventh Dynasty to the end of Fourteenth Dynasty which was between around, 1640 BC and 2080 BC.
We as a people were bred, to be a superior race by the great Pharos of that time. Especially Ramsis the II, he was a true believer, and creator in the science and magic that it took to fashion us. Through this ancient magic and great perseverance, we were born.
We were given the powers of, High-Thought, long life, moral-superiority, great leadership qualities and bravery. Louis, Chug, Molly and the rest gathered here tonight, simple put we were bred to be the superior people of our time, and for as long as we could survive into the future. Now as the ages have passed, most of the magic books, incantations, mystical medicines, and spells to keep our race alive were either, lost, stolen, or destroyed. Mostly because of wars, though out the generations, and ages since our creation.
As for me, I am the last of the Book Keepers or Librarians of our people. I have tried the best I could to keep the records of our people, and history straight but I like, Charlie the Horse have grown older though out the years, and have lost some of my mental abilities."
"Man oh man! Mr. Beamer you're an Ancient. I knew you looked old, but I just thought all old people looked old, but I didn't know you were that old," said Molly with a wild look on her face.
"That is a very astute and clever observation Molly. Yes I do look old but you didn't think I was almost three-thousand years old, I bet."
"So, Mr. Beamer I have a question."
"Go ahead Louis."
"You mean all of those things up in your attic, all that magic stuff, and old ancient books, and relics are mostly from Egypt?"
"Yes Louis. Those things in my attic are the relics of my people, the books, calendars, records of my people and their history. Louis and everyone else in the room, I have a few other revelations that I would like to share with you now for you see I am not the only Ancient in the room.
"What Mr. Beamer...what...?" asked Jeremy in disbelief.
Hattie May tightened her grip on Jeremy's hand.
I must confess that Doc Wellman our good town doctor, Mr. Waterwick the Fire Chief, Turk the Blacksmith, and Mr. Pennywell the Mayor, are all Ancients as well. Louis has you ever
noticed, or thought, of the fact that there is a reason that Turk is the Blacksmith here in town?"
"Well no Mr. Beamer. What are you getting at...?"
"Turk is the town's blacksmith, but he is also the blacksmith or Ferrier for the Arions."
"What do you mean Arions? Are there more of them Mr. Beamer...?
"I will get to that in a moment Louis."
Mr. Beamer motioned for Turk to come forward into the center of the barn.
Everyone in the room, mouths dropped open even further. You could have heard a mouse scurry across the floor.
The room fell silent, once more.
"Yes Louis, Chug, and everyone else present. All is true. I am an Ancient like Mr. Beamer and the others assembled here this evening: The Doc, Mr. Pennywell and Mr. Waterwick and I. I am the Care Taker and Furrier of the Arions, though out the eons of time.
You see Louis, Hattie May we Ancients have come to Centerville to live out the rest of our natural born lives. For this is the purest place on earth. The goodness of the town's residents and the good that dwells in this wonderful town is like no other place on earth. That is why we chose to live here among you all," said Turk as he motioned for Mr. Beamer to continue speaking.
"I am sorry but there is even more we must tell you, so please may I have your attention again. Thank you Turk."
Molly, Tessie, and their friends all just kept looking towards the center of barn, following every word that was spoken with a deep look of contemplation on their faces.
Mr. Beamer again continued.
"Mr. Belvedere and Mr. Baron Von Beck, will you please come forward into the center of the barn?"
The crowd parted as the two old workhorses moved forward, into the clearing, at the center of the barn.
"You see everyone here tonight...these two old working-horses are really Arions, just like Charlie.
Louis turned to look at Chug who was staring straight back at him.
"You see we have all come to your town to live out our last days on earth. These two horses just have not had any great deeds of courage to perform, much like, Charlie did in the last few hundred years, so they are here to retire, just as Charlie did.
Charlie did have one last great feat to accomplish...taking over for Rudolf the Red-Nosed Reindeer, two years ago. Maybe we will still need these two horses in the future. I just don't know, just yet. I don't know if we still have the magic spells needed to convert them back, into the horses they were bred to be. I will have to look in my attic, to see if I have any of those books that would carry that magic. That is another issue that we will deal with in the near future."
Mr. Belvedere spoke.
"Yes we are Arions, Baron Von Beck and I. You see my real name is Sergeant Major Bocephous the Mighty, who was in Alexander the Greats army, so long ago. The Baron's real name is Benedetto the Good, who traveled with Marco Polo though out China for so many years. You all remember the stories Mr. Beamer would tell on his back porch of us and our adventures. Those stories were all true. If you should need our services again, and if you can find the special magic to change us back into great warriors, then we will proudly serve Mankind again. Until then we should all pay attention to Mr. Beamer, and let him continue to speak."
"Thank you kindly Mr. Belvedere, we may, just yet call on you and The Baron in the near future."
Mr. Belvedere nodded a thank you then he, and The Baron stepped to the rear of the barn again, well into the shadows.
Molly whispered in Louis's ear. "Louis this is incredible! Can you believe what we are hearing?"
Louis grasped Molly's hand tighter in his; giving her a faint smile.
"I knew those stories were all true. I just knew it Molly."
Mr. Beamer continued.
"Now I have gotten through most of the reasons I have asked you all to come here tonight but now, I must address the most important thing of all, the real reason that we are all gathered. Again, evil is on the loose. The Eye of Horus has found its power and purpose in life, once again. This is the eye that Louis, Sammy, and a few others of you here gathered have might have encountered all ready, in your past. It is the evil eye that belongs to Squint-Eye Pete, his real name, which some of you I am sure do not know, is Petar Deegan Aden.
Louis mouthed his name, trying to remember it.
"His name means Black Fire in Greek, in other languages or cultures, and at other times throughout history, he has been called other names such as The Dark Stanger or Peter the Terrible or The Dark Haired One. There have been many evil eyes in the world, but maybe only one is as evil as the one that lies within Petar's eye-socket, and that would be his mother's evil eye.
"I have read about this before Mr. Beamer" chimed in Louis. "There are: sick-eyes, hairy-eyeballs, fat-eyes, and eye's-of-envy. They talked about this in the books that you once gave me."
"Yes that is right Louis. Petar's is by far the worst evil eye. For it can leave the seer of this eye lifeless, and without thought, which Louis, you have felt once. I am sure you can attest to that. The eye can rule the world. If only Petar knew its full powers. I am afraid that now that he holds the book of Aka Manah, he will be able to understand its full powers. With this power, he will be able to banish all good from the face of the earth, starting with the minds of our children. He will use and raise these children to be future criminals, through the power of that book".
"How do we know that Petar has the book of Aka Manah, and that he has begun to read it Mr. Beamer?" asked Molly.
As Molly finished this last question, a commotion was heard at the back of the room, then a deep voice was heard; two emerald green eyes emerged from the shadows.
"For I have just come from Santa's Village, and have just talked with Kris Kringle or Santa himself. Yes the book of Aka Manah has gone missing," said the great Panthera as he stepped forward into the faint light thrown off by an oil lamp, hanging above the center of the barn.
"Panthera!" shouted out Louis as he jumped off his perch. Upon reaching Panthera, he threw his arms around his broad neck.
"You're here! You're really here!"
Panthera knelt down low so that Louis could climb onto this broad back. Louis jumped aboard, giving Panthera a long, warm hug. Molly and Chug followed suit, also climbing on his back to give Panthera a warm embrace, and genuine hello.
Jeremy, Hattie May and all the others in the barn who had never seen Panthera before could not believe what they were seeing.
The magnificent Panthera!
After all the salutations and greeting were done, Panthera went back to the business to why he was there. The rest of the guests in the room just continually stared at the stately and very formidable white snow panther, as he spoke again.
"Yes, it is great to see you all once again: Chug, Molly Louis, Mr. Beamer, Doc, and Turk, Mr. Pennywell, but we have serious business to discuss tonight. I want you all to know that what Mr. Beamer is saying, is all very true.
Petar and his evil mother, Big Sal Rossi do hold the book of Aka Manah. Petar stole it in the night like the thief he is from Santa's abode a few weeks back. What you don't know is that Big Sal's Rossi's real name is Kauket. You see Big Sal is the embodiment and life-blood of pure evil. Petar's mom is the reincarnation of the god of Primordial Darkness.
She has retaken her form here on earth after all these years. She is also the holder of the only other true evil eye on earth. She holds the evil eye of the Snake of Ra, the Serpent King's Eye. Petar's father was Mehen the Serpent. His evil was so terrible that over the years the power of his evil eye made him hunchbacked. Its evil forces contorted, and twisted his body into a hideous deformity.
Now if Petar has his way, he will try to kill Kauket/ Big Sal to gain the power of her evil eye. If Petar becomes the wearer of the two evil eyes then we may never be able to stop the full power of true evil at this time, or in th
e future. Petar, if all goes well will meet his father at the place of his creation once again, in ancient Egypt. If we allow this to happen the axis of the earth will complete a violent shift, reversing at its core, then good will no longer exist on earth, or dwell in the hearts of good beast, fish, man or animals."
"And where does my Louis fit into all this?" asked Hattie May sheepishly.
"Mom, Mr. Beamer, Panthera, may I try to answer this one?"
"Yes Louis" said Panthera. "I think you already know the answers, for you are a very bright boy."
"For...I am...I?am?the...Chosen One!"
Jeremy looked at his son with many questions, and a renewed pride in his heart.
"I am the one who is the direct descendent of Ozymandias the Great. The direct descendent of Ramesses the Great the Great Creator of the Ancients". I have the cobalt blue eyes and the red hair...I am the one and only. It is me?
"Yes Louis, you are correct," said Panthera.
Louis lowered his shoulders; the weight of the world was upon them.
"We were not sure, you were the one, but we were hopeful. We knew that when you survived the gaze of the evil eye of Petar on the deck of the Cimmaron Cutter last year...that is when we were all sure. Having the mark of your distance relations within the color of your eyes was also the telling sign," said Mr. Beamer.
"Since I am on a roll may I continue?" Louis gained eye contact with everyone in the room.
No one spoke.
He continued.
"Charlie the Arion" was assigned to me to be my guardian, and protector. He gave me that magic jingle bell two years ago, just as it has been in the past for thousands of years. Arion and Master have reunited. There have been others...others who have tried to solve, this problem of yours. The...fighting and defeat of Ra the Snake, Petar, Mehen the Serpent and Kauket, but all have failed. Now it is my turn. Since I was able to survive the kidnapping of Black Jack Tilly...Petar's underling...fight off Growlar the Cave Bear, survive Nebuka the Orange Yeti, and I survived the evil eye of Squint-Eye Pete, and since I was anointed or appointed a Santa Claus in training and so on. Now that I have passed all the tests, I am now ready to take on evil face to face for the last time, and save the earth from shifting on its axis, which would let evil finally rule the earth, once again."
"That's it in a nut-shell Louis," said Mr. Beamer.
"I always felt it..." said a distraught little Louis.
"See, you are The Chosen One Louis," said Turk.
"Well I kind of thought this next quest was going to be hard or something, or that it was something that I might be afraid of, but I had no idea. I've been thinking about this really for years, and only now have the questions been answered. Is this why I have these wild and vivid daydreams, and visions, of the future all the time?"
"Yes Louis. That is also, why I have given you all the books from my library, over the years. We've been preparing you for your quest, really since the day you were born. You see your dad is right, and correct in his thinking. You are related to all of the famous and brave people that have lived before you. Most recently, your father was a war hero, and that only confirms our suspicions. There can be no doubt now. Again, Louis you are the "Chosen One" said Mr. Beamer as he tried to assure Louis that everything would be just fine.
"Well, it all makes perfect since to me. Well what is the next step? Where do we go from here?" asked Louis.
"Only the Book of Thebes can tell us Louis. I have brought it down with me from my attic. We will open it up in your presence, and you will ask it for the answers, for this is the book of truth. It was written for "you and you only" to read and comprehend."
Mr. Beamer disappeared from the center of the room as everyone present once again, tried to regain their senses and wits about them. After a few moments, Mr. Beamer entered into the light of the oil lamp, but this time he held the "Scared Book of Thebes" in his hands.
Jeremy gave Louis a rub on the top of his red hair, winked, and with a gentle push, directed Louis towards the middle of the room where Mr. Beamer was holding the well-worn book. Louis fixed his hair a minute, took the straw out of his mouth, and tucked his shirt into his coveralls a little better. He reached out and took the Sacred Book out of Mr. Beamer's hand, looked over at Molly who was rubbing Muncy's belly, then began to slowly open the book.
As the book started to show its pages to Louis, a bright uncommon light shot out from between the covers. The bright, bluish beams exploded straight up in the air, lighting the underside of the dusty barn roof.
All stepped back a few paces, as the iridescent light engulfed the room. Louis did not quiver, shudder, or tremble in fear; his courage did not falter.
A small fluorescent blue fountain pen lifted up from the pages; it quietly hung in the air above the book. Mr. Beamer stepped forward. He saw that the book was found to be opened at the first page. Mr. Beamer with Louis leaned forward; they began to study the book together as it self-levitated out of Louis's hands.
There were pictures of Centerville, the water tower and of the Lucky 7 train, (the pages began to turn), pictures of Black Jack Tilley, Rags, Jupiter the Show Horse, Apollo, the county fair and Turk. Printed words were strewn about the pages. Some words were in English, some in ancient Greek, and some were written in the old, long ago Egyptian language that only Mr. Beamer could understand.
As the pages continued to turn by themselves Louis saw: Molly's kissing booth, him missing the flubbed catch during the championship baseball game against the Tigers, he saw the Great Lake, the Boreal Forest, Raff the great Red Wolf leader, Growlar the Cave Bear, the Nanaluk passage, and Nebuka the Orange Yeti.
There was the county fair and the parade, the climbing of the Great Pine Tree and Mrs. Telly Bell the Cook. There were pictures of Algar, Elgar, Alfeo, Elfrieda, and Elvina all dancing about their elf homes at the North Pole. These were all of the things of Louis's past, and parts of his great quests, be they big or small...were show on the pages of the Good Book.
Louis could not believe his eyes.
His life was being shown to him, and it was all recorded within the pages, of this one strange and very mystical book.
"There are many great and noble books in the world that have been written. This is your book Louis. This is the book of your life that was meant to be written by you and you alone," said Mr. Beamer as he smiled at Louis.
"You see Louis it has all been recorded for you, for this is your life's story. It is all here for the world to see. As all of us, have our own books to write. We are all the in the end, writer's of our own stories. Yours just happens to be written within the pages of a Magic Book."
As the book flipped towards the second half of the book, they were blank.
"But Mr. Beamer, the second half of the book, the pages is blank..."
"Yes Louis...they are. The Pen of Jupiter's Angels...Satquiel has not written the final chapters of your life's quest. This book is not complete; and there will be other books written by you, as you grow older. You will be the sole author, but you will write, the final words...to close this book.
Then you will have other chapters to write of your life in those books, for you will be a self-author in this last part of this story. There will be other quest to take be they, big or small, grand, extraordinary, mundane or ordinary. They will all be in your future, for you to write and tell the world about."
"Heck and good golly, Mr. Beamer! I had no idea that life could be like this when I was younger. I need to just be me and let these things happen, try to enjoy them and not worry so much. Are you trying to tell me, that I just have to be me, and no one else?"
"That's about it Louis. You are becoming self-aware...of the person you were meant to be. You cannot change who you truly are, unless you truly know who you were, and where you're going?and you might as well accept that and keep that thought in your good heart, for the r
est of your life. You have to learn not to be so hard on yourself, and just believe in who you are, and have faith in the decisions that you make. Everything will be all right in the end Louis. Have confidence in yourself, and all that you will be."
With these last words spoken by Mr. Beamer...the Pen of Jupiter Angel Satquiel lowered into the pages of the Good Book...it slowly closed.
"We can read though the book, again tomorrow Louis. We are all tired and it is well past two o'clock in the morning now. Though evil never does rest, we will have to, for the remainder of the evening.
Louis come meet with me in my attic tomorrow morning. We need to speak again. We will form a plan to thwart the evil that is growing now around us and in far-off lands. We will find a way to stop Petar, the Book of Aka Manah, and Kauket. Everyone thank you for tonight, and try not to worry as well. For we have the Child-King among us who will protect us from the things we fear the most...our...own...fears.
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