I don’t want you to believe a word
I don’t want you to believe a word that is said in this book, or the others to come, they are not for you to believe.
Remember my words while you read my fictional stories. Yes, I said fiction; so
no matter how much you want to believe what is written; fight that urge we
humans have to believe what we are told! This is not an article of upstanding
human beings trying their best to make you love them. This book will tell you a
story of a man and the woman he loves, dealing with strange occurrences, and
what happens when someone with other worldly abilities, is led to believe he is no different from the normal man. But
this young man is soon pushed beyond the limits; he has placed on himself and his world. Remember, enjoy but
whatever you do… do not believe a word.
Gratia Plurimi
A man sits in a
chair as another stands over him. The one seated is crying while the other
looks at him with a wicked grin. He then slaps him and asks, “Are you going to
do as he asks you to?”
“Why would I?”
“He is your
king. You should follow him without question.”
The man in the
chair spits in the offenders face then says, “You bow to him but I bow to no
man.”
He was then
slapped to the ground and a great sound echoed as two doors flung open. The
offender immediately fell to his knees and the man slowly picked himself off of
the floor and laughed at the one on the floor and kicked him in the ribs, yet
the man never retaliated. He then pointed at the king.
He fell to the
floor as the king held out his hand. “Why Jack are you so blooming difficult? I
am only doing this to help you.”
“I’d rather die
than to ever worship you.”
“No don’t
worship me, but you will respect me.”
Jack then kneed
the guy in the ribs but this time the offender grabbed his leg and pulled Jack
down. The king then flexed his hand and both flew apart as if they were magnetically
repelled. “Bert, would you and Jack leave each other alone? I’m trying to save
him and you’re not helping matters at all.”
Bert picked
himself up and then walked over to the king and bowed down. “I am sorry my
liege. I beg your forgiveness.”
“Bert, you’re my
cousin, get up.”
He stood up and
then asked, “What will we do with him?”
“Remind him who
he is?”
“How will we do
that?
“Dr. Melas
Fosnos has developed a serum for me. Go see that he has it prepared.”
He bowed then
said, “yes my king.”
“Bert.”
“Yes my liege?”
“Stop calling me
that.”
“I am sorry but you are the sovereign. Should
I not pay you the respect a man of your stature deserves and should demand?”
“Not from you,
we are closer than brothers, have been since my accident.”
“We both had our
handicaps. Yours was the chair and mine was my mind, but now I am the right
hand man to the King of all we see.” He laughed and then asked, “Who would have
thought that two men from the home of Jack Daniel’s would be this powerful?”
“Just go and get
the serum, besides I haven’t accepted the crown yet. Still don’t know if I
will.”
He then walked
away but before he was out of site he turned and said, “You don’t accept fate
cousin, it accepts you.” He then walked out of the door.
The king then
walked over to Jack and picked him up and sat him in the chair. Jack finally
came around and looked at the king. He started crying and then said, “I am
sorry I killed you. Please don’t kill me. I have a wife and kids. Don’t you
want your son to know his uncle?”
“Jack, I am
trying to give you back your life. But you are going to have to help yourself.”
He leaned up
with his head in his hands crying fervently.
The king then
turned when he hears someone walking in the room and saw the doctor. The king
looked back at Jack and Jack was then bound to the chair and gagged.
The doctor
looked at the king and was given an approving nod, so he then injected Jack
with the serum. Jack instantly dropped into a trance.
The king flexed
his hand and the gag fell out of Jack’s mouth. Bert brought a chair for the
king and he sat next to Jack and then said, “Hello Jack, how are you?”
It took several
seconds for him to respond but the king was patient. He truly wanted to help
Jack and he was the only one who was able to help break Jack’s addiction and
save his life.
“Jack, talk to
me.”
“Yes… what do
you want?”
“I want you to
tell me a story.”
“What kind of
story do I tell you?”
“Do you remember
just before you got married?”
He smiled and
then said, “Oh yes I do. Everything was so simple.” He started crying and then
said. “I have so much to be thankful for, but I can’t. I can’t enjoy being at
home. I always feel like I need to go somewhere and do something else. I love
my family. What’s wrong with me?”
“I am trying to help you, but you have to help
me help you. Can you do that?”
“I will try to
help you, but I don’t know what to do… I forget my name sometimes.” He then
tried to get up but was still bound, so it was no use. He took a deep breath
then asked. “What do I have to do?”
“Tell me your
story.”
“Where do I
start?”
“Take a trip for
me back to the time when your dad called you…”
“He said that
Clara wanted to talk to me?”
“Yes Jack, tell
me your story.”
