The Xidoran Prophecy
The Xidoran Prophecy
Charles Brookfield sat in his favorite chair on the wraparound front porch of the old Victorian farmhouse. He thought about the letter in his hand that he had just read. He looked it over and noticed that it was well worn. A hole was beginning to form in the crease from reading it through the years. He mumbled to himself as he refolded it and slid it into his pocket. It was dusk and the sun was low on the horizon. He looked around the front yard and noticed the well- manicured landscape. Charles made a mental note that it needed to be watered. The weather had been unseasonably hot and dry for this time of year. His neck itched just under his chin and he reached up to scratch it. Random thoughts filled his head as he gazed across the dead end road that was in front of the house. On the other side of the road was a well maintained wooded area belonging to the Old Jones' farm. Occasionally it would reveal a deer or two, and assorted wildlife from time to time. He sat quietly and watched to see what would materialize. The lightning bugs that had begun to appear seemed to shimmer right along with the tune that the birds were chirping. The gentle swaying of the trees cast interesting shadows that made it all seem as if it had been choreographed. It looked to Charles like there were more lightning bugs out tonight than usual. As he sat there watching them, his random thoughts began to become focused taking him back to a specific time in his life.
He briefly closed his eyes, as he smelled a familiar aroma coming from the kitchen through the open front door. It was his Nana's blue ribbon baked applesauce cake topped with penuche icing. As he opened his eyes and looked around, his memory took him back to his fifteenth birthday. It was as if he was reliving the most memorable time in his life where the events of that day forever changed him. It was a very long time ago; so much in his life had changed since that day. The memory was so vivid it seemed like reality...
In recreating the memory of that remarkable day, Charles once again briefly closed his eyes and began to remember the wish he made when he blew out the candles on his birthday cake. Charles' right shoulder tightened as he remembered Paw Paw patting his shoulder right after making his wish.
"Atta boy, Charles."
Charles opened his eyes and saw Paw Paw's face right in front of him.
Paw Paw jokingly asked, "What did you wish for?"
Charles laughed and said, "You know I can't tell you that; my wish won't come true."
"Smart boy," Paw Paw replied as he stood up.
Everyone applauded. Nana came over and kissed Charles on the cheek. She whispered in his ear, "Happy birthday, Charlie."
After eating cake and ice cream the presents were opened. Charles was glad to get through this part of the day. He never really liked all the attention. After he thanked everyone, they began leaving the table so Nana and her friend Margaret could begin cleaning up. Charles pushed in his chair and bent down to pick up Sophie, who had come over to give him a hug.
Sophie said, "Cynthia and I are going out to chase fireflies. Want to come?"
"Sounds like fun Sophie. You might have Cynthia go with you to the old potting shed to find Mason jars to put the fireflies in." He set Sophie down and tickled her. She squirmed away and giggled as she ran through the house and out the back door to find Cynthia. He shook his head.
Charles wondered where Paw Paw had gone when he disappeared. He headed for the kitchen. He walked to the back door and looked out at the porch. He saw his mom and dad enjoying the cool night air. He opened the screen door and looked around to see if h