Fergus Farringdon the Second.. Rene Darker

      Fergus felt he was being encouraged a little. But with girls, he always thought they could be a little persuasive.

      Quinn gave Fergus a kiss on his brow, this making Fergus feel a little awkward. Causing Fergus to hiccup, this waking Czar as he did. Czar was quick to follow Quinn out the door only to scramble back to Fergus’s lap, where he then climbed to nibble Fergus’s chin. This made Fergus feel humbled. He loved petting his little ball of fluff. While admiring his fluffy pointy ears. His white patches over his dark blue eyes, and long curled black tipped tail.

      The early morning sun was beaming through Fergus’s cottage window. Showing little dust particles to rest on the window’s edge. Fergus realized how he had not before noticed, how the dust rest’s as it does. He remembered how his Grandfather always had the window open. So, the aroma of his cooking filled the cottage. Now there was only an aroma of musty books. This had Fergus feeling a little lost. He did not know what to do with himself.

      Looking about and gazing at the table there were still the many books, inks, parchment, and herbs. He knew a little about some herbs his Grandfather taught him. He began to gather some Dragons Blood, Frankincense, Myrrh, and Moroccan Rose. All these together letting of a relaxing and welcoming scent. Fergus blew his herbs so the fire in them would burn slowly over time. Resting the herbs on a plate, Fergus began to look about at some of his Grandfather’s books. This was something his Grandfather would do every morning. Fergus found it to be uplifting, allowing him to feel refreshed for the coming day.

      Fergus began to question. Would there ever be anyone in the Gully who would replace his Grandfather’s skills? He was a well-respected and knowledgeable man. Fergus had heard how there were only a few like him? He then pondered if he should follow his Grandfather’s path in life by reading, healing, and to offer wisdom. But this was something which would not happen overnight. He would have to revise many books for many seasons.

      Out of no-where, Fergus could hear what sound like an annoying insect buzzing by his ear. He waved his hands about, but in spite of this, the buzzing did not pass. Fergus began to believe how something strange was taking place, again. And he then noticed a little light flickering out of the corner of his eye. Fergus watched how the light buzzed about the room pulsating big and then small. Fergus was mesmerized by the light. Following it's every move. The light then disappeared high into the book shelf. Fergus was in awe while feeling somewhat bewildered.

      “That was mysterious,” Fergus thought to himself. “Did that even happen?” he questioned.

      With this, Fergus then began to believe in greatness once again. Yet, at the same moment, he once more began to question his beliefs. Confusion was beginning to take place. He began questioning. How he was starting to believe in something that may be somewhat foolish. Only Czar then climbed the bookshelf. He began to scuff exactly where the flickering light disappeared.

      “How did Czar know this?” again Fergus began to question what was happening before his very eye’s. “Czar saw it also though, so it must have been true,” Fergus tried to reasure himself.

      Fergus’s curiosity took hold. He began to climb the huge bookshelf. Having to brush away much dust to read what kind of book it was. Only Fergus still found it hard to read what kind of book he was looking at. With only a small amount of light coming through the window? Fergus climbed down the book shelf, and stoked the fire some more, making for a brighter reading light.

      “That will be fine,” Fergus thought to himself as he once again climbed the book shelf.

      Fergus was dusting and reading as he went. Some books were about herbology. Others about beliefs in divine beings, and several about distant lands. Fergus had no idea his Grandfather read such diverse material. Fergus reached the top shelf where the flicker disappeared and where Czar Scuffed. The book was to the left at the very top. When Fergus took hold, he ran his fingers over the book’s binding.

      “OUCH,” said Fergus then drawing back his hand.

      There was something scorching hot when Fergus dusted over the book’s binding. He was able to blow and rub most of the dust off with his jumpers’ sleeve. He climbed down the bookshelf with the book in his grip. Fergus then found a dirty piece of clothing to wipe the book clean some more. Out of surprise there was a mysterious glowing symbol. Feeling mystified though it was the same symbol he saw in the smoke, and as what was in last night’s dream.

      Fergus took a deep breath and exhaled. The symbol continued to glitter. Fergus took another deep breath then exhaled again. Fergus felt taken aback. It was one of the most beautiful things he had ever seen. He noticed how the book was quite large; yet, it weighed very little. He placed the book on the table. Fergus gazed at the mysterious mystical symbol on the cover of the book. While aware of how it was the same Emblem. Which was actually, the Fifth Element of Creation he before saw. Again, he ran his finger across the Emblem, and again, he had to withdraw his finger. It was still scorching hot. Fergus thought the heat was some type of energy, like it was a living form. He also thought how it was so hot, he would be able to cook his breakfast on it. The books Fifth Element of Creation, began to pulsate. The pulsating light left the Fifth Element of Creation to leave the book. It flew above the mysterious book. Then the pulsating light flew onto the manuscript’s pages.

      Fergus was now becoming inquisitive. He began to believe there was something great directing him to something miraculous. Fergus ran his finger around the edges of the book. It was made of an old dark brown leather. There was the gold embossed writing, and it showed the four Element’s which he believed were the forces to life. Fergus gasped at its beauty as he opened the cover of the book a little. He then stopped, because he pondered how there was no turning back once he opens the book. He knew that if he found what was in the book, he would feel obliged to carry out what he had begun with. This left him to question, was this something he wanted in his life? He then read the front cover of the book in its ancient, glittery gold, gallant writing, ‘To many lands and back again.’

      This was enough to convince Fergus, that this was something of greatness. Fergus began to feel a little excited. He believed the title may be telling of quests, or even voyages to new places beyond his very Gully. These thoughts caused Fergus to feel somewhat overjoyed. This motivated him, so he began to open the book. He was quick to notice though, that after flicking by four pages, the rest of the book’s pages were cut out. The cut-out space was one which looked to be there for something particular.

      But then from that emptiness. The very pulsating light rose again, but then it disappeared into thin air. Fergus began to get nervous. He hiccupped; taking his five breaths, the hiccups passed. Then Czar ran onto the table sitting, while gazing at what Fergus was doing.

      Fergus did not know why, but he listened to his conscious mind. He began to shake the book. Upon doing so, a piece of parchment fell from the last page of the book and its back cover. Fergus thought this to be peculiar. The parchment looked folded tightly. There was the Element. The Fifth Element of Creation was pressed into the wax seal. The parchment smelt old and musty like it had not been opened for many, many seasons. He questioned if his Grandfather ever remembered. Or even was aware of ever owning this book.

      Fergus felt overcome by what he had found. He began to question what would happen if he continued to open the parchment. It was now Fergus’s instincts that where encouraging him, that the book was waiting for him to discover it. Fergus contemplated how events like this had never happened to him before. The more that time passed, the more his find had him to be a little bemused. He placed the parchment back into the back of its last page and the back cover. He then closed the book. Fergus again climbed the book shelf to place the book back to where he had found it. As he did, a strong gush of wind blew in through the window. Fergus felt how the winds were troubled. He had never before experienced the winds to be, so troubled.

      Fergus believed he needed to take his mind of all the bizarre occurrences. So, he decided to do something active. He went to the back of his cottage where he gathered his fishing tackle. He thought a nice piece of fish would go well for dinner for the evening. He closed his cottage, and began to walk to the community river. Walking past his neighbor’s cottages. There were the normal clothes on the lines at Miss Sallies. Where her husband was