by ek ellis

Created on: October 26, 2009

Mysvous Journey

Elvira Jones held Mysvous hand and repeated the words just so. With her eyes shut tightly, Elvira felt the ground shake. She heard Bosley bark twice and then complete silence surrounded her.

"Elvira, Elvira," Mysvous calls to her. "Open your eyes, Elvira Little." Mysvous commanded.

Elvira slowly and cautiously opened her eyes. Mysvous medallion was glowing bright colors almost blinding Elvira, and then suddenly it died. "Where, where, are we?" Elvira stammered and she then cried, "We're on a ship!"

"Aye." Mysvous said. "T'is the Galleon."

"The Galleon?" Elvira repeated in awe.

Yes. The Galleon, I've sailed upon. Of course there were other ships; none of them compare to the beauty of the Galleon." Mysvous told a stun Elvira. Once again that far away look was back in Mysvous green eyes.

Looking around, Elvira perceive the splendid craftsmanship of the Galleon. The beauty of the sails as they blow gently in the wind swaying back and forth. The fine wood, glisten in the sunlight and the deck was scrubbed clean.

"I don't understand Missy, I mean, oh heck." Elvira begins to babble. "Just how did you become a small statue?"

"It is but a long story Elvira Little. To know more we must travel further into the past." Mysvous said still holding onto Elvira's hand.

With her free hand, Elvira pushes her glasses up onto her nose. "This is so unbelievable." Elvira responds in hush tones.

Mysvous spoke so quietly; Elvira has to lean close so that she can hear. "Wisdom of time, time of wisdom. The past I seek beyond the moon stars, heaven's infinite, infinity. Pass, pass, and show it to me now.

Elvira felt the ground shake. Somewhere in the distance she hears Bosley's barking. When the shaking stops, Elvira opens her eyes.

They're not standing on the Galleon! Elvira and Mysvous were now standing in the middle of a room, in what appeared to be an ancient castle. Elvira looks at Mysvous questionably. "Where are we Missy?"

"The place I was to live." Mysvous sadly spoke.

"What do you mean, was to live?" asked Elvira in wonderment.

A beautiful, young woman, with long raven black hair enters the room. Elvira starts to back away, looking for a place to hide.

"Don't be afraid Elvira Little, we can't be seen or heard."

"Who is she?" Elvira inquired of the woman in the room.

"My mother." Mysvous answers.

"Your Mother!" gasps Elvira.

"Aye." Softly Mysvous answers.

Elvira watches as the woman sits before a large fire burning in the hearth. A door opens from the

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