Eli: Hello. Cough syrup is yucky, I hate being sick. Here's the next chap.
Enjoy.
"What?" Sara asked, half awake and very grumpy. She tried not to show it though, Lydia doing nothing wrong but waking her up too early on her day off. She was glad that she hadn't whipped out her gun and aimed it, as she was accustomed to doing. That might have made Lydia have a heart attack right at Sara's front door.
"I need your help. May I please come in, Sara?"
"Yeah, of course." Lydia nodded graciously and entered. Sara slammed the door shut behind her. She yawned and then proceeded on to the kitchen.
" I'm sorry to wake you. I thought you would be up."
"Long night. It's all right." The witchblade had chosen last night as the perfect time to show old movies of Joan being burnt to death behind Sara's eyes. It was even fully equipped with Dolby sound system for a 'at the movies' type of effect. Needless to say, Sara did not get a good night's rest.
Sara pulled a chair over from her living room into her kitchen for Lydia to sit. Lydia sat down quietly, not entirely sure how to begin explaining the situation. Sara stood so that she would wake up faster.
"Uh, would you like some coffee? I'm making some cause without it I won't be functioning properly.
"Yes, please." There was silence as the coffee was brewed. Sara handed Lydia a mug. After she had downed a cup and had already gotten a second, she finally sat down across from Lydia.
"So, how did you find me?"
"God gave me your address." She replied calmly as she passed Sara the scrap of paper which bore her address. Sara raised her eyebrow at the reply as she handed the paper back.
"Come again?" Lydia smiled sweetly.
"I went to the convent where I left my children, but then I sadly learned that all three files were missing. My children's histories totally disappeared." She straightened her back, trying to be strong as she told the tale that broke her heart. "The nuns could give me no information. So, I went to my church to pray. I begged God to return my children to me, and he told me that the woman at this address was extraordinary and had the power to help me. I found that piece of paper in my hands and came here as soon as I could. I was surprised to see you, Detective, but I already told you I knew we would meet again."
Sara took a minute to get in all this information before starting. "Uh, Lydia, I don't know how you got this paper, but I doubt I can help you find your kids."
"But you can!" Lydia insisted. Sara had to be able to find her children. Lydia needed them. "God said you could, so he must!"
"Did God say how?" Sara answered back, a little too rough. She watched as Lydia closed her eyes for a moment. She seemed to be praying. Her eyes opened and she looked at Sara seriously.
"He said to use the witchblade." She said smoothly as she took another small sip of coffee. Sara's eyes went wide. She almost dropped her mug onto the floor.
"What?"
"He said to use the witchblade." Lydia pointed to the small bracelet that was now glowing brightly at the sound of its name. "I'm guessing it's the little light show on your arm."
"God told you this?" Sara could barely believe it. She hadn't ever believed in God, never praying, never going to church. And now she was getting full evidence that there was a God pushed in her face. And the thought of this woman who could speak directly to the Almighty was just a little too much.
"Yes, Sara. Calm down, girl. Don't you believe in God?" She asked with a bit of a laugh.
"No. Never." Lydia was surprised. It was hard for her to believe people didn't believe in him. He had helped her through so much.
"Well, that's a pity then, Detective, because he certainly believes in you."
"Why do you need my help with this? I can't control it to a point where I can say 'show me Lydia's children' and it will obey." Lydia looked down, disappointed.
"Then we have to wait? I'm not sure if we have that much time." She answered meekly.
"Time? Why do you need to find your children so fast?" Lydia looked back up at Sara, one head strong woman to another.
"My children are special Sara." Her eyes seemed to pierce Sara a little. For an old woman, she was still very intense.
"How special?"
"Very, very special. Care for another fairy tale, Detective?"
"Couldn't hurt." Sara sat back in her seat as she prepared for another storytelling session.
"One night, God came to me while I was pregnant with my eldest and told me to fear not for his life. He said that it would be okay to give him up and that he would not die and I would see again before I died. Then, he told me that I was to have two other children. And that my children would all three have the destiny to save the world before end days.
And I thanked him for his blessing upon my children and forever had hope that they would be alright." The short, sweet tale was surprising for Sara. She leaned back forward and put her elbows on the table.
"So let me get this straight: You gave birth to three kids who have to save the world?"
"Yes and the time is running out. To complete the destiny, they must be reunited. And along with it, my heart aches to see them again. Please help me, Sara." Her eyes begged so strongly. Her pain struck deep within Sara's heart. She could only shake he head yes to this woman's plea. A mother's plea.
Lydia smiled and showed happy tears at her eyes. She touched Sara's hand gently. "Thank you." She choked out gratefully.
Sara smiled back. "Welcome. Now where do we begin?"
"What?" Sara asked, half awake and very grumpy. She tried not to show it though, Lydia doing nothing wrong but waking her up too early on her day off. She was glad that she hadn't whipped out her gun and aimed it, as she was accustomed to doing. That might have made Lydia have a heart attack right at Sara's front door.
"I need your help. May I please come in, Sara?"
"Yeah, of course." Lydia nodded graciously and entered. Sara slammed the door shut behind her. She yawned and then proceeded on to the kitchen.
" I'm sorry to wake you. I thought you would be up."
"Long night. It's all right." The witchblade had chosen last night as the perfect time to show old movies of Joan being burnt to death behind Sara's eyes. It was even fully equipped with Dolby sound system for a 'at the movies' type of effect. Needless to say, Sara did not get a good night's rest.
Sara pulled a chair over from her living room into her kitchen for Lydia to sit. Lydia sat down quietly, not entirely sure how to begin explaining the situation. Sara stood so that she would wake up faster.
"Uh, would you like some coffee? I'm making some cause without it I won't be functioning properly.
"Yes, please." There was silence as the coffee was brewed. Sara handed Lydia a mug. After she had downed a cup and had already gotten a second, she finally sat down across from Lydia.
"So, how did you find me?"
"God gave me your address." She replied calmly as she passed Sara the scrap of paper which bore her address. Sara raised her eyebrow at the reply as she handed the paper back.
"Come again?" Lydia smiled sweetly.
"I went to the convent where I left my children, but then I sadly learned that all three files were missing. My children's histories totally disappeared." She straightened her back, trying to be strong as she told the tale that broke her heart. "The nuns could give me no information. So, I went to my church to pray. I begged God to return my children to me, and he told me that the woman at this address was extraordinary and had the power to help me. I found that piece of paper in my hands and came here as soon as I could. I was surprised to see you, Detective, but I already told you I knew we would meet again."
Sara took a minute to get in all this information before starting. "Uh, Lydia, I don't know how you got this paper, but I doubt I can help you find your kids."
"But you can!" Lydia insisted. Sara had to be able to find her children. Lydia needed them. "God said you could, so he must!"
"Did God say how?" Sara answered back, a little too rough. She watched as Lydia closed her eyes for a moment. She seemed to be praying. Her eyes opened and she looked at Sara seriously.
"He said to use the witchblade." She said smoothly as she took another small sip of coffee. Sara's eyes went wide. She almost dropped her mug onto the floor.
"What?"
"He said to use the witchblade." Lydia pointed to the small bracelet that was now glowing brightly at the sound of its name. "I'm guessing it's the little light show on your arm."
"God told you this?" Sara could barely believe it. She hadn't ever believed in God, never praying, never going to church. And now she was getting full evidence that there was a God pushed in her face. And the thought of this woman who could speak directly to the Almighty was just a little too much.
"Yes, Sara. Calm down, girl. Don't you believe in God?" She asked with a bit of a laugh.
"No. Never." Lydia was surprised. It was hard for her to believe people didn't believe in him. He had helped her through so much.
"Well, that's a pity then, Detective, because he certainly believes in you."
"Why do you need my help with this? I can't control it to a point where I can say 'show me Lydia's children' and it will obey." Lydia looked down, disappointed.
"Then we have to wait? I'm not sure if we have that much time." She answered meekly.
"Time? Why do you need to find your children so fast?" Lydia looked back up at Sara, one head strong woman to another.
"My children are special Sara." Her eyes seemed to pierce Sara a little. For an old woman, she was still very intense.
"How special?"
"Very, very special. Care for another fairy tale, Detective?"
"Couldn't hurt." Sara sat back in her seat as she prepared for another storytelling session.
"One night, God came to me while I was pregnant with my eldest and told me to fear not for his life. He said that it would be okay to give him up and that he would not die and I would see again before I died. Then, he told me that I was to have two other children. And that my children would all three have the destiny to save the world before end days.
And I thanked him for his blessing upon my children and forever had hope that they would be alright." The short, sweet tale was surprising for Sara. She leaned back forward and put her elbows on the table.
"So let me get this straight: You gave birth to three kids who have to save the world?"
"Yes and the time is running out. To complete the destiny, they must be reunited. And along with it, my heart aches to see them again. Please help me, Sara." Her eyes begged so strongly. Her pain struck deep within Sara's heart. She could only shake he head yes to this woman's plea. A mother's plea.
Lydia smiled and showed happy tears at her eyes. She touched Sara's hand gently. "Thank you." She choked out gratefully.
Sara smiled back. "Welcome. Now where do we begin?"