Fergus Farringdon the Second.. Rene Darker

seem to complement each other. People of the lands need all these Elements to find Harmony. How can life live without one? I mean,” Fergus continued on, “Without the Fire Element we would never see new life. And if we did not have the Air Element, we would never have the precious breath of life for all to exist.”

      What Fergus did not know though. Was how these Elements would become very important to his future travels.

      “The Elements are the most beautiful thing I have ever read. Especially how their synchronization influences our existence. They are perfect and with this life is perfect in all its glory” said Fergus.

      Quinn heard Fergus’s words. Perfection to her was somewhat different to what she thought was perfect.

      With his deep considerate thoughts, he began to churn inside. He knew it was because of how life was unfolding for him. Fergus thought how he was always able to sense such events. He thought how it was from an early age where he was always in touch with what life offered. It was now that he should listen to his inner self.

      Quinn sat and looked to Fergus. “You are forgetting an Element Fergus,” said Quinn.

      “What do you mean?” Fergus replied.

      “The Fifth Creation Element, the Element of all Elements,” said Quinn.

      “Oh, of course,” Fergus opened the book once again searching for the Fifth Element of Creation.

      “Here it is. It says that the Fifth Creation Element represents. Mystical reawakening’s, renewal, eternal, and an undying peaceful existence. For all men, women, and children,” Fergus read.

      “This sounds to me. How the Fifth Element of Creation awakens all the other Elements,” Quinn explained.

      Fifth Element of Creation.

      Chapter Four.

      “You are not only a pretty face,” Fergus replied.

      Together, Fergus and Quinn sat and looked to each other. There was not a lot written about the Fifth Element of Creation. This left them intrigued, confused, but still captivated.

      “Do you not have anything better to do in life. Then to chase what appears to be a mythological and superstitious event. How can you grasp anything such as this with so many uncertainties? Who knows what is to come?” Quinn expressed. “And also, there is a good chance that no man has ever conquered this quest. So, what makes you any different?” said Quinn in desperation, while not wanting to lose her best friend.

      Deep down though, Quinn did not want Fergus to be disappointed by his journey.

      Fergus folded his Map placing it back into its sack. Taking a couple of deep breaths, he walked over to Quinn where he gave her a sincere hug like he had never done before. He could sense her trying not to sob. He whispered into her ear, “if things get hard, he will think of her adorable smile.”

      Quinn chuckled a little while she wiped her eyes.

      “I guess you are nearly a man now. And stories tell how there are lands beyond the very Gully we live,” said Quinn. With more encouragement in her voice. “When you come home, I want to hear about all that you experienced.”

      “Are you reassuring me that I will complete this Maps adventures,” Fergus asked.

      It was very important to Fergus that Quinn believes he could make the journey to its end.

      “Sure,’ Quinn replied. “Every night I will burn a light to guide you home. And I will send positive thoughts to the ‘Mother Devine of Guidance’, to see your travels are safe.”

      This was one of the last things Quinn had to say before Fergus would leave the Gully.

      “I have to go and help Mother with the chores,” said Quinn, trying to change the subject. “Please come and see me before you set off.”

      Fergus smiled, and like a gentleman he opened the door for Quinn as she was leaving.

      Fergus turned and scoured the cottage. There was so much that made it home, but it only reminded him of his Grandfather. This made him feel somewhat unhappy. But the more he thought of his quest, the more excited he was becoming and the more enthusiastic he felt. Yet, there was one thing though that touched deep to Fergus’s soul. It was his belief that one day his parents would return back to the Gully. He wanted to be there when they did.

      Fergus had not seen his parents since the age of four. They disappeared one night. There was no sign of their leaving. It was very mysterious. They did not even say goodbye to Fergus. It broke his heart. But after considering the chances in which they would reappear. This seemed very slim to Fergus. He was over the thought in little time.

      Fergus looked about the cottage. He thought he would miss the musky smell of the bookshelf. And his Grandfather’s favorite light blue velvet chair. And the flickering of light from the fireplace. Which left an interesting shadow across the floor. He would also miss his most comfortable bed made from feathers. Fergus was already beginning to feel a little home sick.

      “What am I thinking?” Fergus questioned. “But it could be fate though. After all, with the Map and then the Obligors he now grasped. He decided he would not second guess his destiny again. He would accept the challenge and he was not going to look back. Deep down, he wanted to prove to Quinn how he could achieve all that the Map shows. And with owning of the Obligors. He tried to reassure and convince himself. How they should see him with safe travels,” Fergus thought. searching deep within his soul to take the first step from his cottage.

      Before he wanted to leave though, Fergus wanted to tear some of the pages from the book for future reference. In case he forgot what, the Elements were for. But then Fergus thought of how his Grandfather cherished his books. His Grandfather respected every page in every book like they were a rare treasure. It would be sacrilege. His Grandfather would turn in his grave if he tore a page from a book. Fergus decided to reread the definitions of each Element again. Then with much care, he placed the book back in its place, high in the bookshelf.

      Taking a sack, he packed a second set of clothes. Some food, his stash of coins which he and his Grandfather had saved, and not forgetting the Obligor’s and the Map. Fergus kept the Obligors, close to his heart as the book suggested. He had to adjust them a little though, because they were a touch uncomfortable. Next was to tuck the Map into his sock. His socks were made from fur. They were a present from his Grandfather seasons ago. They were very cozy and so soft. Even though they were thought to be somewhat out of date and old fashioned as they reached to his knees. Fergus was reminded how times were changing every time he adjusted his socks.

      Fergus then placed the Map in his sock, reason being was that if he was mugged of his sack, he would still have the Map. Fergus splashed some water onto the fire to extinguish it. And then he wrote a sign and placed it on the door saying, ‘I will be back soon’. Yet, Fergus sensed something. He looked to the book shelf. The book, ‘To many lands and back again, flickered of light. Fergus’s instincts told him how his Grandfather was still with him. Fergus was beginning to believe. Even though his Grandfather’s soul had parted from the earth. His love for his library may see him meander till he was ready to let go.

      Fergus had to stay focused though. And he tried to put aside anything that may deter his courageous journey. He did not want to question his future travels. His attention was to stay fixed on his life’s choices.

      Fergus put his sack over his shoulder. Stood in the doorway of the cottage and whispered to his ‘Devine Mother of Guidance’. To watch over Quinn while he was trekking unknown lands. It was that very moment which through Quinn’s badgering, to have him believe in a divine being. With this, he decided that he should have immediate faith and to keep an open mind, to those of the Heavens.

      “On this pursuit I need to stay true to myself,” said Fergus. Mumbling as he closed his door, and headed towards Quinn’s Cottage.

      Quinn was brushing the front room of her cottage with a rag when Fergus arrived. She saw how Fergus wore his sack position over his