Tuesday Tales: From the Word FLUSH

Welcome to October. The weather still has a hint of summer in it, but who knows how long that will last? This week, the authors of Tuesday Tales are writing to the prompt FLUSH. I’m continuing with Listen to the Stones. Enjoy.

“Prophesies, destinies, witches, magic? It makes no sense and yet, I know it’s the truth. How many people on this island believe in the supernatural and monsters like that? Have you ever heard of it? I mean did anyone mention something like that to you when you’ve been here?”

He shook his head. “No, but there are a lot of people on the island who remember the old tales, and at this time of year … The Scottish equivalent of the vampire is the Baobhan Sith.”

“Sith, like Cat Sith?” She glanced at Raven. “Are they dangerous? I mean do they have to be invited inside or can they just slip in unannounced?”

“I don’t know a lot about them, but if memory serves, they are the most sinister and darkest of the fairy folk, drawn by the smell of blood. The creatures can read minds and has the ability to shapeshift into anything his prey would find attractive.”

She flushed and looked down at Raven once more.

“Malcolm believed what he told me. Jerome, I’m scared. James warned me not to let talk of my so-called destiny get under my skin, but how can it not? Malcolm claims that the time has come for something to happen, although he doesn’t know exactly what it is, and that I’m supposed to save them all. If he believes that I’m some kind of messiah, why shouldn’t he believe the rest about vampire monsters crossing the veil? Save them all from what? Monsters I never even knew existed? At this point, I’m not convinced I can even save myself. I’m worried. If Bronagh had the answers, and she’s gone, where will I find them? What do you know about this prophecy and don’t say ‘nothing’ because you must’ve heard something.”

“Honestly, Marina, I don’t know anything more than you do, but I know someone who might.”

“Who?”

“Maeve. She and Bronagh were close as I told you. If anyone can tell you anything, it’ll be her. Why don’t we eat while it’s hot, and then we can talk to her together.”

She nodded. “I have the letter from Great-uncle Angus, too. I thought he was delusional as I said, but maybe there’s something in that to give us a clue.”

He smiled. Give us a clue. He might not have won her love, but he’d won her trust and that would do for now.

That’s it. Come back next week for more. Don’t forget to check out the other Tuesday Tales.