Re: A Distraught Hero
KidEternity
(1/4/01 1:15 am)
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Cap concentrated, and then realized he was concentrating too hard. He remembered that, if everything he'd been taught were true, he didn't need the chalice or the Power of Zeus or anything else to do this. Just the silent request of the little boy inside the man.
And when he did that, he almost thought he could feel Solomon's Wisdom nodding approval. He quieted himself, and 'listened' within.
And a small, still voice replied.
It wasn't Solomon's Wisdom... and it wasn't his own consciousness... of that much he was sure. It wasn't even a voice, really, but more of a knowing.
You already know what you must do.
At first Cap wanted to be perturbed. What was that supposed to mean? But then he felt a wonderful feeling... and realized he'd been missing something important for a long time now. He bowed his head, in respect, and determined himself to do this again - soon - whether he needed something or not.
But the realization that he had work to do reminded him to refocus on his task. He had asked, and had been answered. It was enough to know for now.
"But what does it mean?" He wondered aloud. And the Wisdom of Solomon prompted him. The chalice was given to find and collect the essence - this is what you already know how to do.
"Of course..." thought Cap, aloud again, as he held the chalice in front of him again, and felt the slightest pull - back down toward the city below.
Cap allowed the chalice to pull him along, gently, until they descended to earth on the outskirts of Fawcett. There amid the slums and tenements left over from the recent Depression, was a tumbledown shack which looked even worse than the others. This was the structure the chalice was pulling him toward.
There was filfth in the street, and children crying from hunger. There was a woman on the corner, obviously selling herself. This was not the Fawcett Captain Marvel wanted to see.
Cap strode up onto the falling porch of the tenement shack. But before he could knock on the door, it opened... and the cherubic Mister Keeper grinned in his face.
"Well, I was told you were to be expected. Come in! Come in! Join us for some tea?"
Behind the 'angel', Cap could see the spirit essence of the boy named Kit Freeman... or a part of it... 'sitting' at the table, and smiling.
"Who is it, Mister Keeper?" called the boy.
(To be continued...?)
KidEternity
(1/4/01 1:15 am)
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Cap concentrated, and then realized he was concentrating too hard. He remembered that, if everything he'd been taught were true, he didn't need the chalice or the Power of Zeus or anything else to do this. Just the silent request of the little boy inside the man.
And when he did that, he almost thought he could feel Solomon's Wisdom nodding approval. He quieted himself, and 'listened' within.
And a small, still voice replied.
It wasn't Solomon's Wisdom... and it wasn't his own consciousness... of that much he was sure. It wasn't even a voice, really, but more of a knowing.
You already know what you must do.
At first Cap wanted to be perturbed. What was that supposed to mean? But then he felt a wonderful feeling... and realized he'd been missing something important for a long time now. He bowed his head, in respect, and determined himself to do this again - soon - whether he needed something or not.
But the realization that he had work to do reminded him to refocus on his task. He had asked, and had been answered. It was enough to know for now.
"But what does it mean?" He wondered aloud. And the Wisdom of Solomon prompted him. The chalice was given to find and collect the essence - this is what you already know how to do.
"Of course..." thought Cap, aloud again, as he held the chalice in front of him again, and felt the slightest pull - back down toward the city below.
Cap allowed the chalice to pull him along, gently, until they descended to earth on the outskirts of Fawcett. There amid the slums and tenements left over from the recent Depression, was a tumbledown shack which looked even worse than the others. This was the structure the chalice was pulling him toward.
There was filfth in the street, and children crying from hunger. There was a woman on the corner, obviously selling herself. This was not the Fawcett Captain Marvel wanted to see.
Cap strode up onto the falling porch of the tenement shack. But before he could knock on the door, it opened... and the cherubic Mister Keeper grinned in his face.
"Well, I was told you were to be expected. Come in! Come in! Join us for some tea?"
Behind the 'angel', Cap could see the spirit essence of the boy named Kit Freeman... or a part of it... 'sitting' at the table, and smiling.
"Who is it, Mister Keeper?" called the boy.
(To be continued...?)
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