The Rose Of Eden - Chapter 2
Introducing Charles, friend to our acquaintance Michael Noir. Can Michael persuade him to join in his adventures? A huge apology for taking so long. JUST finished my course and will now be updating regularly!
The morning dew had barely settled on the moors when it was disturbed quite suddenly by the thudding of horse hooves. A majestic horse with strong features bore the weight of its master, as he galloped to the highest point of the moors. There they stopped for a moment as Michael Noir blinked through the early rays of sun, searching for a small house in the valley below. He gave no sign of have seen it but merely dug his heel into the horses side and rode downhill, his black traveling cloak billowing behind him. A silhouette on a country sunrise backdrop.
A beautiful image to many a person's eye, unlike Mr Noir's unfortunate friend, Charles. Charles was reaching his fourth decade in life and had yet to marry. His nose was off center and his orange hair grew in disorganized tufts. He had long since avoided Social events such as balls whereupon he had discovered his big feet made him rather unfavorable to perspective dance partners. As one may expect, he had somewhat undertook the role of Social recluse and now occupied his time with study and literature. He kept no housekeepers as he lived alone in a small cottage and had but one rare visitor. Mr Michael Noir. Perhaps this was the most unfortunate thing of all, that his one acquaintance should be so reputably handsome as this would, comparatively, do little to soften his own features.
Charles lived alone, was alone and quite frankly expected to die alone. Therefore it takes but a little stretch of the imagination to understand his shock and alarm when a knock at the door could be heard before he had even risen for the day. He leapt out of bed in his night clothes, his peculiar hair stood alert at all sorts of bizarre angles. He Tip-toed cautiously out of his bedchamber and reached out for a weapon. Sadly, the first thing he reached was a feather quill which he held defensively in front of him with a shaky hand. Slowly he pulled back the door and said in a trembling, high pitched voice,
"What do you want? I'm armed!" Mr Noir stared at the quill for a short moment, then said flatly,
"And just what do you intend to do? Tickle me to death? Write odious quips over my face?" Charles peered at him for a second, then lowered his quill.
"My god Michael, is it you? What brings you here so early? But of course, do come in, where are my manners?!" He ushered him into the house so frantically the orange wisps on his head began to look like a fire as the flames danced. Charles felt quite unsure of the proper way to act, so for fear of showing a complete lack of propriety he decided to fidget quietly and stare at his feet.
Not being one too endure uncomfortable silences, Michael immediately removed his cloak and sat himself down in the most comfortable looking seat.
"Charles, I have come to tell you of a discovery I have made. I have found a detailed piece of work that claims to know the way into the Garden of Eden itself. Of course I wouldn't be surprised if that was a load of old tosh, no, what interests me is that it describes a Rose, the most beautiful enchanting Rose the world has ever seen. Yes, I am sure you have heard mention of the Perfect Rose during the travels, well I believe this is an alternate name for the Rose of Eden and this journal may be the answer to seek out this legend!"
Michael glanced at his old friend and it wasn't without a glimmer of amusement that he saw the shock on Charles face, a perfect caricature with his hair stood on end all over. Declining his urge to chuckle he took a map out of his satchel and placed it very carefully on the small table in front of him.
"Now you see this mountain range here, it is one I am sure both you and I have ventured across many a time, holds a secret we could not possibly know. There is a cave along this valley that holds a most peculiar illusion. Using mirrors it can disorientate most travelers, but the key thing is that these travelers never see their own reflection and are so entirely unaware of the trick. Either way, these lost souls find themselves either diverted down a sub tunnel or out through the entrance. Quite remarkable really.
Of course if you know of the trick, it shouldn't take much cunning to avoid these mirrors and find our way into the center of it all. Here, my little book describes a village. Perfect and beautiful, then in the garden of the most beautiful maiden in the village there lies an entrance to "Eden" itself. Unfortunately it appears that most people return quite mad and out of their wits, but we unlike other people are searching merely for a rose and not the garden itself. Therefore we will be on guard of its tricks and deceptions. So, what do you say? Will you help me find the greatest treasure known to man?"
Charles coughed and made an attempt to flatten is locks. He fidgeted for a moment, opening and closing his mouth like a fish, then decided upon his answer.
"I don't see how I can refuse old friend," he squeaked.
By the time the sunset, there were two bold travelers riding over the many hills of a most beautiful country landscape.
A beautiful image to many a person's eye, unlike Mr Noir's unfortunate friend, Charles. Charles was reaching his fourth decade in life and had yet to marry. His nose was off center and his orange hair grew in disorganized tufts. He had long since avoided Social events such as balls whereupon he had discovered his big feet made him rather unfavorable to perspective dance partners. As one may expect, he had somewhat undertook the role of Social recluse and now occupied his time with study and literature. He kept no housekeepers as he lived alone in a small cottage and had but one rare visitor. Mr Michael Noir. Perhaps this was the most unfortunate thing of all, that his one acquaintance should be so reputably handsome as this would, comparatively, do little to soften his own features.
Charles lived alone, was alone and quite frankly expected to die alone. Therefore it takes but a little stretch of the imagination to understand his shock and alarm when a knock at the door could be heard before he had even risen for the day. He leapt out of bed in his night clothes, his peculiar hair stood alert at all sorts of bizarre angles. He Tip-toed cautiously out of his bedchamber and reached out for a weapon. Sadly, the first thing he reached was a feather quill which he held defensively in front of him with a shaky hand. Slowly he pulled back the door and said in a trembling, high pitched voice,
"What do you want? I'm armed!" Mr Noir stared at the quill for a short moment, then said flatly,
"And just what do you intend to do? Tickle me to death? Write odious quips over my face?" Charles peered at him for a second, then lowered his quill.
"My god Michael, is it you? What brings you here so early? But of course, do come in, where are my manners?!" He ushered him into the house so frantically the orange wisps on his head began to look like a fire as the flames danced. Charles felt quite unsure of the proper way to act, so for fear of showing a complete lack of propriety he decided to fidget quietly and stare at his feet.
Not being one too endure uncomfortable silences, Michael immediately removed his cloak and sat himself down in the most comfortable looking seat.
"Charles, I have come to tell you of a discovery I have made. I have found a detailed piece of work that claims to know the way into the Garden of Eden itself. Of course I wouldn't be surprised if that was a load of old tosh, no, what interests me is that it describes a Rose, the most beautiful enchanting Rose the world has ever seen. Yes, I am sure you have heard mention of the Perfect Rose during the travels, well I believe this is an alternate name for the Rose of Eden and this journal may be the answer to seek out this legend!"
Michael glanced at his old friend and it wasn't without a glimmer of amusement that he saw the shock on Charles face, a perfect caricature with his hair stood on end all over. Declining his urge to chuckle he took a map out of his satchel and placed it very carefully on the small table in front of him.
"Now you see this mountain range here, it is one I am sure both you and I have ventured across many a time, holds a secret we could not possibly know. There is a cave along this valley that holds a most peculiar illusion. Using mirrors it can disorientate most travelers, but the key thing is that these travelers never see their own reflection and are so entirely unaware of the trick. Either way, these lost souls find themselves either diverted down a sub tunnel or out through the entrance. Quite remarkable really.
Of course if you know of the trick, it shouldn't take much cunning to avoid these mirrors and find our way into the center of it all. Here, my little book describes a village. Perfect and beautiful, then in the garden of the most beautiful maiden in the village there lies an entrance to "Eden" itself. Unfortunately it appears that most people return quite mad and out of their wits, but we unlike other people are searching merely for a rose and not the garden itself. Therefore we will be on guard of its tricks and deceptions. So, what do you say? Will you help me find the greatest treasure known to man?"
Charles coughed and made an attempt to flatten is locks. He fidgeted for a moment, opening and closing his mouth like a fish, then decided upon his answer.
"I don't see how I can refuse old friend," he squeaked.
By the time the sunset, there were two bold travelers riding over the many hills of a most beautiful country landscape.
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