MSSE©2014 - Mescopaul Short Stories Edition

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Introduction
This work (as regards to the tittle) has nothing whatsoever in connection with the Biblical SAINTS. Clear observation of the tittle reveals that the word 'Saints' as used is an acronym, hence has no relation to the Christiandom.

Also
MSSE could be referred to as a Trademark name, it doesnt necessarily mean the stories under MSSE are 'short'


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THE LEGEND OF THE SAINTS By Mescopaul


Chapter 1


THE clouds rumbled incessantly, as the lightening sent bright flashes and the thunderclaps threatened the old family house. Allen has just put off their supper plates and shut down the window panes while outside the rain drizzled on with its troop of thunder , lightening and harsh wind.
Grandpa feeling gay after the delicious supper squatted easily on the floorboard beside the fire that was blazing on furiously wedding off the stubborn cold that invaded the area.

Athen sprawled happily beside grandpa , nothing left him in good moods more than a delicious sufficient meal that always left his tummy so tight.
Allen joined the only family he got on the floorboard enjoying the sound of the rain on the roof top.........

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At fifteen he didn't find that too childish , so he listened intently to the drumming of the rain, while Grandpa and Athen looked on into the blazing fire in their midst, sleep wasn't evident.
Athen broke the silence,
"Grandpa can you tell us a story?" he half pleaded, he half enforced.
Grandpa brooded quickly, and coming up with no story said "Go to sleep boy, its late, stories told at late nights could evoke unwanted thoughts and spirits"
But the boy could not be fooled easily, "Grandpa that's not true, nights are the best time for story telling."
Grandpa's reply wasn't reassuring, so Athen who was five years younger than Allen gave up the plea, but Grandpa's first reply about "evil spirits" had clicked on something in Allen's mind and evoked a feeling instantly.

Allen took great liking in spirit related things, spiritual things, things beyond the human thinking , he was a lover of psychic related studies.
Allen knew next to nothing about his generation and ancestors, but he knew that there was something unique and special about his family history. If not why has so many psychics of renown taken the pain to study the history of his family and even the popular publishers of the Dailies called or rather termed the stories "legend of the saints".
Allen had always wanted to know about the legend , but his father won't hear of it. On several occasions him and Athen has been warned severely to have nothing to do with the legend. Allen thought all of it was just too fishy, but he dared not talk about it to his father.

Now his parents were no more, it would be very odd if he never knew a thing about his family history and famous generation, as only the closest parent he had now was Grandpa who of course wasn't sure of many more years.
So Allen sought for Grandpa's help.
The rain and lightening still bowled on outside and the fire blazed on.
Now Allen broke the silence.

"Grandpa tell me about the legend of the saints".
The astonished old man jerked out his little nap or was it reverie?
"What....the legend of the s..a.i...n.tss?, your dad would not like to hear that from you if he were here"
"I know, i just ....actually dad said we were too tender then to be bored by the legend , but am fifteen now, i think am old enough".
Grandpa scratched his white beards. He himself found the legend interesting and was ever ready and willing to tell it to whoever wished to hear, but after the event of August 19 , he became afraid to utter the history to anyone.

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On August 19 , he had escorted his friend Michel to his house and Michel had insisted on hearing the legend from the "horses mouth" instead of picking up the Dailies and read to his fill. He argued that the story of the legend in the newspapers were pirated and too many additions and inductions had turned the story into a mere surface-famous story.

Michel had said he needed to hear the deeper aspect of the story . Grandpa had readily told him the legend amidst howlings, cries and bawlings from the neighbourhood.

The scenery suggested a spiritual presence and Grandpa could feel the presence of a supernatural being after unleashing the legend to his eager friend. Feeling very uncomfortable afterwards, Grandpa had stoodup picked his hat and left for his home in haste. The next morning the cops was at his doorpost demanding endless answers about the death of Michel the night before. When he got to Michel's house later that morning, he was shocked beyond words.
Outside the home was intact, but inside was in a big mess. The Tv lay smashed on the floor , the curtains, window panes, calendars, flower vases, watch, clocks, plates, and tables where broken into pieces all over the house. The floorboards were ripped off like a hungry scavenger searching for human flesh, and there in the middle of all the rubbish lay Michel's mangled body, mutilated all over,

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....shirts torn to pieces, jaw-bones stood out of his flesh, his chest, ribs and ankle bore long marks of a giant finger nails. The incident made him reserved and his mind kept relating it to the legend and then he remembered vividly the sensation he had felt the night before when he told Michel the legend. Although the cops withheld him, they found no evidence against him and hence he was released.c. Something deep in him as he was walking home that day told him the whole truth, and like a vision he saw Michel on that night, climbing into bed, stopped, heard shouts and cries of animals he had never heard ever!

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A pounding knock came from the sitting room. He walked over opened it and found no one. The rain was falling and blinding flashes of lightening made the scene fearful and as he turned to go inside he saw a shadow like the figure of a man. The pounding knock came back on the doors, windows, floor and even the roof. Michel screamed terribly then seemed to fight against the shadow who easily tore his clothes and ripped his chest, ankle and jaws bones out of his flesh.
Then the shadow appeared to have possessed Michel. He raved and gnawed like scavenger, broke the flower vase, ripped-up the floorboards , smashed the window panes, clocks and everything in the room. On his mad raving he stumbled against the upturned table and plunged headlong into the torn floorboards, broke his neck and went cold.
The shadow came out of the cold body and went out through the door that was tightly shut.

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The blaring horn from a truck jolted Grandpa to reality. This was the events that happened the night before, he thought and belonging to the Aragon family, visions and revelations were natural gift he possessed. As he walked home on that day , August 20, he knew too well who killed Michel, for the shadow only bore the physical body features of one person --- Aragon.
Since then he never told anyone the legend of the Saints, and now his grandson, Allen wants to know about it.

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The silence was unbecoming for Allen who had watched Grandpa's face change and lost in thought at his request of the legend story, a deep thinking had fell on Grandpa but now Allen saw that Grandpa was back from his deep thought and should be ready to talk.
"Grandpa?"
"Yes son"
"Tell me about the legend of our ancestors" Allen said quietly.
"It would do you no good" was the reply.
"No, it would make me more informed about who i am, and the type of people i originated from." Allen replied , already getting irritated.
"Perhaps you could go and read it in the papers"
"I've done that severally, but i think there's more to it"
"You have read it? When?" Grandpa asked with raised brows.
"At school , my friends always wanted to know about one thing or the other, so one day i bought the magazine and took to school and we all read it together .....but there were so many questions on my mind after reading it, and i thought the questions would be cleared if you tell me the whole story yourself". Allen concluded , not sure what grandpa's response would be.
"What kind of questions are bothering you son?" He knew where questions would arise from, but he never wanted to loose his grandson to Aragon.
"Em...questions like...like..after the peace treaty was signed, why did Aragon destroy the copy sent to him?"
Grandpa hesitated. The question could only be answered with the full story told.
Reluctantly he said, "Lets discuss this some other time, its really cold now, and the night's far spent."
Resolving to go to sleep, he stood up and sighed briefly, he would ask Grandpa later the next day Allen thought.
Pointing to Athen who had sprawled on the floor deep in sleep Grandpa said, "Put your brother to bed, and goodnight".
He kissed him and walked out of the room feeling exhausted.
Allen took up his brother and with light strides he went to the bedroom that hoarded them both. First thing after school tomorrow, he decided was to get Grandpa tell him about THE LEGEND OF THE SAINTS.

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Chapter 2

Neil Kimball stepped into the lecture hall just as hissed and remarks circulated the room. She wasn't bothered, head held high with calculated steps, she secured a seat near Allen and after a brief casual greeting, was seated, listening attentively to Mrs Armstrong, the Java lesson teacher for St. Main Charity School , Kambury.
The school was donated to the Kamburian citizens by the philanthropist Jean Keg, a native of Kambury who owned several charity organization in town and out of town. Kambury could now boast of modern technology-based school, were literally almost all subjects and technical courses were taught.

At Mrs Armstrong's last lecture the previous day, she had designed a webpage using javascripts, which she did as an example for the students, she had then told them to do their's in the school computer room and submit it via online online service to her office mail immediately after lunch.
When she got to class later in the day, during the evening lectures she had praised Neil Kimball for being the best programmer much to the envy and jealousy of her colleagues. Though Allen knew much about Javascripts, he had gotten a lower mark for his programming, but he didn't see any reason to envy Kimball who had scored highest. Kimball, he knew was a very smart and brilliant girl and she deserved any appraisal any day any time.

Kimball knew Allen was not the type to get envy or jealous about other persons success , or to boo at other people because and this quality she respected in him which seemed like no other classmate had.
Before her entrance into St. Masin Charity school, Kimball had first met Allen at the Youth empowerment programme launched by the Citadel of Mercy, the biggest and most populous church in Kambury . Since then they had been good friends. Their friendship was strengthened more when they learnt that they were both distant cousins of the Philips family.
Allen on his part had always had respect and held Kimball in high esteem, whom he had considered perfect all round , in facial appearance, an bookwork, in sports, socially, in all sphere of life! She was so perfect to Allen that she became his model!

As he sat in the classroom next to Kimball , he felt angry at the awkward behavior of his classmates to her. He didn't see why they should ridicule Kimball simply because she was brilliant!
His mind strayed on. He thought if he had special powers, he would deal mercilessly with them. He was thinking when he felt a hand wave across his face. Reality hit him fast as he returned to the classroom from the world of daydreaming and behold all eyes were on him, anxious, puzzled eyes, even Kimball was not left out! She had waved her hand across his face when to her surprise he didn't respond to Mrs Armstrong's question though he was staring straight at her.

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"Its not good for you to be absent-minded during lectures Philips"
It was Mrs Armstrong's stern voice. Allen could not reply since he found no words for his fooly.
"Now you're back from your daydream, can you answer the answer the question?"
Allen didn't hear Mrs Armstrong's question, and if said that the whole class would laugh him to scorn, which he loathed so much.
"Em...ma'am, i don't think i know the answer" Allen replied feigning ignorance.
"Why, but that's weird, partly everyone knows the ans, why you of all people?"
Mrs Armstrong knew that Allen didn't know the question at first. Allen struggled with himself.
Then he spied Kimball writing something down on a piece of paper. Pretending to think deeply and by a slight bow of his head, he read the question clearly from Kimball's note:
"What are three other tools used in programming apart from Javascripts?"
Straightening himself up confidently he answered correctly to the amazement of Mrs Armstrong who could have sworn that Allen didn't hear the question at all. That was the reason why she had asked him the question in first place, she knew he was absent-minded during her teaching, but how he came about the answer she couldntt decipher, perhaps that cousin of his might have whispered it to him, she envied the two of late.

"You were thinking about your classmates behaviour towards me right?"
He was startled, he always was whenever Kimball spoke his thoughts clearly as though she could read his inner thoughts.
"Yea, i was embarrassed" He replied.
They both sat on the low pavement of the school fountain at the lunch stand in the school's cafeteria.
"You don't have to be embarrassed, its always like that with them, you should know better".
"You are not coming for the psychic lessons today, are you?". Allen asked Kimball after a short silence.
"No, am always bored with the lessons". Allen's love and feeling for things beyond the human mind drove him to attend Stephen Shaw's psychic lessons.
Though Grandpa wasn't aware , he never hid it from Kimball and even invited her to join. At first she liked the lectures but recently he noticed that she seemed uninterested.
"Am not going either, i want to get home as early as possible" said Allen remembering of the legend Grandpa was to tell him when he would be back from school.
"Unlike you, any special treat at home?" She asked suspiciously.
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"No, i just i want to be with Grandpa"
with raised eyebrows she asked "And why?"
"Nothing"
She knew Allen to know when he was not ready to talk about something, so she pressed no further at him.
Allen swung his bag over his arm, waved Kimball goodbye and sauntered home across the tarmac towards the driveway.
Grandpa was seated outside smoking his pipe and reading the papers. Athen who had returned earlier from school ran around the neighbourhood with his friends.
The air was clear, perhaps no rain today, Allen thought.
A gentle breeze cruised the atmosphere and Allen thought this was perfect time to hear about the legend of the saints.
After exchanging greetings with Grandpa he had his lunch which Athen had prepared: steaming noodles with frozen chicken.

Promptly after lunch he sat beside Grandpa outside and talked to him casually about school. Grandpa was well aware that the boy must bring up the 'legend' stuff and he was decided to let him know his family story which everyone had heard even his own father and his mother , who was not even part of the Philips family except by marriage.

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"You want to know about the legend of the saints boy, are you ready for the story now?"
Allen could not believe his ears. He had been seeking for an avenue to broach the issue ever since they started talking ,..and hear him now ask him if he was ready. There was no time for words, a vigorous head nod was Allen's reply.

THE LEGEND OF THE SAINTS

Grandpa started talking almost immediately.
"Our family is one that has special gifts from generation to generation. It was believed that Philips our great ancestor was a magician, who had so much power that he could virtually command anything to happen. In his days he was king of Kambury..."
"What!!....so we should be from the royal household, and why!, you could have been king,,..and me a prince!" Allen bluttered out excitedly cutting Grandpa short.
"Easy son, easy, the story's just begun" Grandpa cautioned , a wide grin playing on his shrunken cracked lips.
Grandpa resumed , "Philips had total control of power in his days, he travelled far and wide collecting magic wands, spiritual gifts and virtues, he was totally a god on earth. He became so powerful that the people feared him so much, hence Kambury was one of the most strongest and powerful cities in his time. From his time till now his spiritual virtues and powers had always passed down to his lineage"
Allen opened his mouth to speak.
"Keep mute son.." cautioned Grandpa, "the story's still fresh from the steamer, wait and hear it all, then you can ask all your heart".
"Can we go on now?"
Allen's nod was vigorous.
"The trouble started when Jordan Anek, one of your ancestors, who for no just cause disliked Philips, hence he changed his name to Anek instead of Philips.
Jordan greatly disliked magic and since he was magic in-born he hated the originator of magic in his lineage. He made friends with the Astin Family and on a merry xmas eve he signed a treaty that Kambury would no more be ruled by a magician after him.