First off sorry for missing two nights in a row. January 26th was Australia day which is a combination of the Fourth of July and Thanksgiving for those in the USA. Fireworks, BBQs, and celebrating the invasion of a country.
The 27th was Sarah’s birthday and we celebrated it at the Osborne Park Hotel with food, drinks, and lots of laughter, and plenty of Tears. I’m not entirely sure I’m emotionally ready to rehash what happened but suffice to say it was a fun but emotional night.
I think tonight I’ll just add an additional chapter of the story that I’ve already got for y’all. Enjoy 🙂
The sandwich shop that Marcus led Alana too was a small one, and it boasted that it made it’s sandwiches from fresh, local ingredients. Alana’s face broke into a broad smile as she stepped into the building. “They source their produce from me!” she exclaimed, rushing forward. “I’m interested to see what they’ve done with it!”
Bemused, Marcus followed the rubenesque woman towards the counter as she browsed. She quickly ordered her food and then pointed at Marcus. “Whatever he’s having as well.”
“Sure thing. That’ll be $32.78,” Alana quickly paid for their lunches and collecting a number, she pulled Marcus over to one of the more secluded booths.
“Here, we should be able to talk a bit more freely.” Alana smiled at him, and Marcus frowned.
“We couldn’t do that in the office?”
“Well, yes, but it was lunchtime. I always planned on coming out to lunch with you, I just thought an appointment would be the easiest way when I saw that you were a lawyer.” Alana shrugged. “You’re my brother now, it’s time for me to ensure that you’re fed properly.”
“I eat properly!” Marcus protested.
“Sure. I bet you had takeaway for dinner last night and you may have had a smoothie for breakfast, if you even had breakfast.”
“Exactly.” Alana patted Marcus’s hand. “I love to cook, and I grow my own produce so you’ll never have to worry again.”
“You said that they source their produce here from you?”
“Oh yes! Have you heard of The Green House down in La Palma?” Marcus shook his head.
“No, I can’t say I have.”
“That’s all right honey, you have now. I own it. I’m a nursery with a café attached. I’ve got quite a name for me down in the La Palma/Anaheim area.” Alana smiled brightly, before bouncing out of her chair. “Be right back, lunch is ready.” She bounded off to the counter and came back with a tray loaded with food. She placed Marcus’s order in front of him, and then placed her order, and another sandwich, between the two of them. “I couldn’t decide.” She shrugged.
“They look good, but this is my favourite.” Marcus raised his pastrami on rye and took a bite. Alana wrinkled her nose.
“I’m not a vegetarian or anything but I could never get into Pastrami. My girlfriend, Sam, loves the stuff.” She took a bite of her tuna on wheat and groaned appreciatively. “Ohh this is good stuff.”
The two of them continued to eat with just the occasional groan or comment coming from Alana. When they finished, Marcus disposed of their trash while Alana sat back, nursing a cup of coffee.
“All right new brother. What do you want to know?” She asked. Marcus sighed.
“Everything, I suppose. This is all overwhelming. I went to bed normal and woke up this morning after a disturbing dream with a tattoo.” Alana nodded as Marcus went along.
“I have a vine climbing up my left leg from my foot. It appeared after my dream as well. It’s always been the way, according to what Mahesh told me when I was ‘awakened’”. Alana smiled slightly. “That’s what your predecessor, Mahesh Singh, called it. “The Awakening is the most confusing but amazing process one of us can go through” he told me when I ‘woke up’”.
“How old were you?” Marcus asked.
“I was 37. In 2010, my predecessor was a lady named Rosa Almeida who lived in Sao Paulo, Brazil. According to what Mahesh, Ren and Ilia told me, she was researching some plants in the Amazon when she was bit by a spider. They don’t know what kind of spider it was, but she apparently seized up was found dead by her team.” Alana bit her lip, and shook her head. “It shouldn’t have happened. There’s this extra sense us Earth Guardians have when there’s danger in the dirt around us. Rosa would’ve known it, so unless she was coerced or wasn’t paying attention…” Alana shrugged. “It doesn’t matter I guess. We never get to meet our predecessors, we only hear the stories of their great deeds.”
Marcus frowned slightly at Alana. “That certainly makes it a bit harder for us, doesn’t it?” he questioned in his deep voice, and Alana nodded.
“It does indeed. By the time I joined the ‘team’, Mahesh and Ren had been apart of it for over 60 years, and they were able to mentor me. Ilia had only been a couple years into his Guardianship, so he understood my confusion to suddenly wake up one morning and have a new tattoo and a rather bizarre dream.” Alana sighed softly. “Not to mention what it did to Sam! She was more than just a little confused when a little old Japanese lady, an old Indian man and a rather good looking Ukranian man came to our doorstep the next week.”
“At least I had the sense to speak to you alone the first time. It doesn’t matter though. Ren’s still here, and we’ll want to go visit her in Japan. You’ll learn about some of the things that you can do through the Dreams, but she’ll be able to assist you in more practical ways you can use your abilities. You’ll find that you’re able to do some things really easy, but as I’m actually your opposite, I haven’t the foggiest idea of what you can do.”
“Mmhmm. Air and Earth, Fire and Water. Air and Fire always seem to be men, for some reason – Ren reckons it has to do with the way it’s made up. Earth and Water are always women for the same reason.” Alana smiled slightly at Marcus. “There’s a lot more of course, but Ren’ll be awfully put out with me if I steal her thunder.”
“I know you’re confused. But the most important thing now is that we have to go to Japan. Got any time off coming up?”
“I have some vacation time saved up, that’s not a problem.”
“Good. We’ll need it. I’ll start looking at tickets tonight, you’ll get to meet Sam that way – she’ll be coming along. She’s a photographer, so it’s easy for her to pack up and come along with me. She won an award for these great photos she took when we visited Mahesh in India, once.” Alana finished her coffee. “When do you think you’ll be able to get away?”
“I’ll have to talk to my…” Marcus’s phone rang then, and he frowned. “One moment, it’s work.” He picked up the phone and answered it. “Marcus Gale.”
Alana wasn’t able to make out the words on the other side, so she watched Marcus’s expression. His face went from one of astonishment, to disbelief, before settling into a hard mask. The determination behind that mask was one that Alana silently made a note of not wanting to run afoul of. He hung up the phone and stood. “That was my secretary. I’ve just been handled a high profile case, so I won’t be able to go to Japan soon, I think.”
“Oh… bugger it! Maybe we can get Ren out here.” Alana stood as well, and the two of them started out of the sandwhich shop. A TV that was on the news blared at them as they left.
“Actor Kai Hayden has been charged with the brutal murder of his fiancé, Suzanne Smith.”