promised to begin with anyhow. He grasped these life’s belief’s from listening to his Grandfather’s many telling’s. Telling’s of how life evolved. And how man should progress forward in time as their Ancestors had. Fergus believed his Grandfather’s every word.
Pondering deep thoughts for some time. Fergus believed that when daylight would rise. The Elements he saw would soon be forgotten. But when Fergus did finally get to rest throughout the darkened night. He experienced enigmatic dreams of the very same Emblem and its Elements. The Elements images which Fergus would later discover. Showed them to be the ‘Earth Element’, the ‘Water Element’, then the ‘Fire Element’ and the last, the ‘Air Element’.
From such an unforgettable dismal night, Fergus welcomed the next morning. He was thankful how the darkness phenomenon had passed. Even though he still felt cold to his bones, as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes. He remembered the nights dreams. Remembering his dreams left him to feel somewhat disturbed. Fergus was now convinced that this Emblem. And its Elements must hold significant meanings. In excitement, Fergus began to believe how fate may be showing of something. With much greatness, or of a dreadful event.
Unexpectedly, there was a startling tap on his window. This rattled the door leaving Fergus to feel somewhat alarmed once again. He let out a sigh of relief when it was Quinn who entered. For an unknown reason, Fergus was expecting something undesirable. Fergus was thankful it was nothing superstitious. It was his instincts though, that told him deep down, how all was good.
Quinn presented with the brightest smile. Fergus would say with her huge teeth and ruby red lips, she would brighten any a man’s morning. Quinn explained how she was there to offer Fergus a warm and welcoming good morning. She felt concerned because he may be lonely. Considering it was only a day gone since saying goodbye to Grandfather.
“I bought some dough for breakfast to cook,” Quinn explained. While unwrapping it from what looked like to be a clean undershirt.
“Thank you,” said Fergus, as he covered himself in his bed rugs, because he had only his underpants on.
“Do not be so shy there Fergus,” Quinn mocked as she stoked the fire and placed the dough in its place.
“The fire will need more wood,” said Fergus as he put his trousers on over his underpants, while hiding under his rug.
“All good Fergus. Already done,” Quinn told.
As Fergus stood from his bed with his upper body showing, Quinn noticed his form. His shoulders were square and strong like he could lift the world, and his stomach had perfect form. Quinn thought that this was why the Gullies girls found him eye-catching. But then, she could not but feel pity on Fergus. Because the Gullies girls were unshakable when they marveled at something. Quinn tore her eyes from Fergus’s perfect shape, continuing to stoke the fire some more.
“How did you rest last night Fergus?” Quinn asked like a concerning mother.
“Well, as for last night’s sleep Quinn, well my sleep was restless. Something happened before I was able to sleep.” Fergus remembered as he gathered water from a bucket for a hot brew.
“There was this strange breeze, it formed from the fire’s smoke. It took the shape of what looked to be an Emblem. The Emblem was round and there appeared to be four sections to it. An Earth Element, Water Element, Fire Element, and Air Element. And then an Emblem at its core,” said Fergus. With a slight wonderment in his voice.
“To me, it sounds very unnerving. What do you make of it?” Quinn asked, as she gathered a mug of goat’s milk, she bought with her then taking a seat at the table.
“I am not sure,” Fergus answered. “The more I think of it, the more the images seem to be somewhat familiar. I may have seen them before. I do not know, when, what, or where.” Fergus paused for a moment. “But when I dreamt of the Elements, they were in more depth than I recall seeing, along with the beautiful Emblem at the core.”
“Well,” Quinn butted in. She had something of as much importance. “I dreamt of a beautiful Fifth Element of Creation, which moved across lands. It was only able to rest once it completed its spiritual journey.”
“What did it look like?” Fergus asked.
He began to lose his breath though, when Quinn explained.
“It was like a rich golden coin with engravings. That seemed to point North, South, East, and West,” Quinn described.
“Your very Element sounds as my beautiful Emblem. So, my Emblem must actually be the Fifth Element of Creation. Or even your Fifth Element of Creation is actually my Emblem,” said Fergus.
“It will be the Fifth Element of Creation,” Quinn pronounced.
“How do you know it is the Fifth Element of Creation though?” Fergus asked with much interest.
“I heard it in the ghastly winds of my dream,” Quinn explained.
“Do you not see what is happening here?” said Fergus with enthusiasm. “Something may be guiding us to great feats, or even to a great fall. I cannot but help believe this.” Fergus then explained. “When you think of the breeze changing into whirlwinds. And then the fire’s smoke forming into images, and now our dreams having similar resemblance. There seems to be something happening here.”
“Check the dough Fergus,” Quinn ordered, as she considered what he was saying. “Do you think it is coming from the Gods?”
“No, my instincts tell it to be more like Grandfather’s guidance,” said Fergus with ease. “Only a man such as Grandfather could direct us to something more than he ever let on. He is still with us, but it is not like he is uncomfortable in his passing.”
Mystifying Emblem.
Chapter Two.
As for the Gods, Fergus was not keen on believing in them. There seemed to be several for so many different reasons. For example, there was a God for growth, a Fire God, and even a Man’s God. But Fergus liked to believe in what was before him.
Quinn questioned Fergus, why did he not believed in the Gods when he believed in his Grandfather’s spirit?
Fergus replied by saying, “Is it not obvious. He was once a living soul, so his soul will now roam the Heavens. I mean, have you ever heard of the Gods walk our times. They may be but a superstitious."
Fergus did have a point there Quinn reasoned. Quinn did not believe in all Gods either. But she suggested Fergus believe in one. Considering how she thought it important to have some type of faith. A faith that would keep you grounded in all you do in life. But a faith that complemented one’s life’s philosophies. Quinn thought it was now more important for Fergus. Especially how something unknown appeared to be transpiring in their lives. Quinn said her concerns in a way where she was trying not to predict any form of greatness. She did not want to excite Fergus of anything, that may leave his imagination to speculate something mysterious, strange, or unidentified. Quinn was grounded in all she did. She was the responsible one who planned ahead of time. In case something unexpected happened. With Quinn’s persuasion Fergus promised how he would ponder a faith.
“How about I think of it later in the day, though,” Fergus uttered.
“I will ask again later then, and I expect you to keep your promise and tell of your faith,” said Quinn in an insistent voice.
When the dough felt cooked, they ate and drank in silence. They were both thinking the same thoughts. Thoughts of hearing the sweet utterances at Grandfather’s burial. And then of the unexplained dreams. After much silence Quinn coughed aloud to catch Fergus’s attention. She asked if Fergus would like to join her in fetching water for her Mother. Quinn stressed how it had been some time since she left her cottage. Her Mother would have been expecting her long ago.
“No, I want to hang out here. I have things to do,” said Fergus, knowing he had nothing better to do.
“Fine. You need to