CHAPTER 1 CAN A DAWN KEY MAKE THINGS BETTER
Dakkar had had enough and now it was time to take things to a different level. He had known for some time that it would be necessary for him to move on from his job at the light house but he had thought it would take even longer than it had for him to finally decide.
But this last holiday season he had taken plenty of time to weigh all his options. And he had come to the conclusion that he needed to upgrade. It wasn’t just this playful play on words, puns, and metaphors that had him thinking the time had come.
It was a deep knowing that he was needed elsewhere. No one needed to come tell him that his powers were needed elsewhere. Although at times he figured if he didn’t do something soon that his phone would be ringing metaphorically that is and Highcore would simply reassign him somewhere else.
And rather than Highcore choosing some strange outpost in the Netherworlds for his next assignment. Dakkar thought to take it upon himself and choose now.
He was going somewhere he had always wanted to go and he hoped that Abigail would want to come along. But if she didn’t he knew he would have to go anyway with or without her.
There was a spot on the map that had drawn him in many times and he knew it held an ancient lore about it. He had heard tales from the fairy folk down at the Wishing Well Tavern over in Tessa Loch that an ancient well held a dark and foreboding secret.
It had been the place many eons ago where the lady of a certain manor house on the lands there had betrothed herself to the Goddess. She had taken on the form of a white dove and had embossed a scarlet heart on the hilt with her magic.
The sword had then been hidden somewhere around the well. It was said that whoever found the sword would be magically beholden and could have any wish they so desired.
Dakkar had been oh so curious about this story ever since he heard it from more than one fairy, goblin, and ancient mage at the Wishing Well.
Could such a sword exist? And how would he go about finding it with so many other things he had to do.
He vaguely recalled volunteering down at Crust, Abigail’s bakery, to help her decorate some Imbolc Buns for the Rockaway Pointe Shadow Walk. Every Imbolc the townsfolk would gather and walk down to the pier by the lighthouse. If they saw their shadows on the dockside then they knew that winter would be over soon. If however no shadow was cast then they would have six more weeks of damp chilly weather before the shoots of the snowdrops and other spring flowers and buds would show themselves.
Dakkar could sense that Abigail was calling him as whenever she did she would whisper into his imaginary ear and he could hear her wherever he was.
He pinged back with his mind that he would be there soon and he moved his thoughts to the second thing that was on his mind.
The Dawn Key.
Several days ago Dakkar had received a visit from his friend Lagrange. Lagrange had been on a secret assignment that was so classified he couldn’t even tell Dakkar what it was.
What he could say was that he had seen something very I ntriguing at his outpost over the Hawaiian islands. For Lagrange was classified as G717 Class at the Bringers of the Light. And as such was allowed to be stationed at etheric sacred sites for purposes of the Highest Light and Love.
Lagrange had told Dakkar after meeting him for lunch one day that G717 Class status didn’t preclude him from divulging what he had come to see as the Dawn Key.
This magical and alluring key had been purported to transfigure one’s shadow demons simply with the touch of its highly encoded crystal matrices.
Dakkar had never heard of anyone so easily releasing all their shadow demons this way. But he wanted to know more.
If this Dawn Key was as amazing as Lagrange was describing then the Holy Lightwork he had been doing on behalf of the Bringers of the Light could be done that much easier.
But Dawn Key or not he knew it was time for Imbolc Bun frosting before his love would tell him to shove off and find something better to do. He knew that Abigail wouldn’t ever really say that. After all they were assigned as one unit and the light work they were doing was of the utmost importance.
But so were things in the 3d world. And for that he knew that putting frosting on Imbolc Buns took priority right now.
He would tell Abigail tonight about the Lady of the Manor, the sword, and Brannigan’s Well on the stately lands of Inish. He couldn’t get his mind off it until he told himself to shelve it for now.
If he was meant to be the Finder of the sword then he would be.
Imbolc Buns I’m coming he pinged to Abigail.
Abigail wiped a stray hair away from her cheek a left a smear of the velvety Imbolc Bun frosting on her cheek.
She was excited for what was to come on her own solo mission.
She was being assigned to find a special weapon that had been used to disfigure some crops last Autumn. She didn’t know why this was important. She didn’t think it was the weapon itself but the perpetrator that held the keys to solving this situation.
She moved another tray of frosted Imbolc Buns to the cooler and brought another out of the oven.
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