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2.19 A Stranger Among Us

November 13, 2010


The strangely dressed woman stepped up to the podium with barely a glance from those gathered at Miss Emmy’s memorial. But when she spoke, all eyes turned toward her, for her voice was one which commanded attention. It was a deep voice for a woman to possess, and each word seemed to vibrate for a moment on the air before it settled into the listener’s ear.

“All here were privileged to know Emmy Straight, or Miss Emmy, as you came to know her,” the woman began. “You are privileged in another way, though, my friends, and that is this. You are all connected to the curse she fought so hard to break, and you all, in your own way, possess the skills to continue her work. Now, if you will listen, I will tell you the real story of Miss Emmy Straight.

“On the day of her passing, Emmy would have been 209 years old.” Bianca stiffened, and a collective gasp arose from the group gathered at Miss Emmy’s memorial service. “Her first ‘death’ occurred on the eve of her 83rd birthday, when she was approached by our most revered Seeker, whose name must remain shrouded in mystery,  and asked to join our order. We are a group of men and women who are tasked with the protection of all things magical or of spiritual significance.”


“And just who are you?” demanded Bianca.

“I am Lindsay Lam,” the woman said, stepping down from the podium. “I portray myself as a fortune teller, as Miss Emmy once did, as our kind have for centuries.”

“Your kind?” asked Maria.

“Yes,” Lindsay continued. “We are the Protectors, guardians of magic. The Seekers are our…governors, so to speak. Miss Emmy was charged with protecting your family. You come from a long line of powerful and magical women.”


Bianca looked frantically at Phebe and Caprice. She stood as if to knock the woman away from the podium. Bianca had worked so hard to protect her two youngest daughters from this curse, and she wasn’t going to have this crazy woman ruin everything now.  Allie saw her mother’s look, and instinctively made a beeline for Lindsay.

“Who do you think you are?” Allie demanded.  “Coming here on this day?  We want to celebrate Miss Emmy’s life, not commiserate in her – our – failures.  You come here, uninvited, and bring up things that are better left alone.  I think you should leave.”


“Not yet,” said Lindsay. “There are things left to be said.”  The old woman turned toward Bianca.  “You try to protect your girls, yet you cannot protect with ignorance.”  Phebe and Caprice looked in bewilderment from their mother to Lindsey and back again.

“Your lineage must continue to fight the curse,” Lindsey continued.  “Much more is at stake than simply your family’s legacy.  This whole town’s fate, in one way or another, rests on your success.  One heir has been made, but there must be ten.  Ten heirs to bring down the one who started this all.”

“Bella,” muttered Allie.

“Yes,” confirmed Lindsey.  “Emmy gave up much to protect your family.  In the end, she gave her life.  Protectors, Seekers…we are all immortals – chosen for this life on the eve of our first passing.  Miss Emmy forsake that immortality when she left her residence at the little cottage.  She believed she could do more good living with you, Bianca, in your home, than she could from afar.  She felt so guilty when young Mirabella died, I don’t believe she ever forgave herself for that.  But what is done is done.  Emmy chose another, a Protector to take her place with this, her final death, but that one has yet to make a final commitment.”


Maria stepped forward now.  “But if Miss Emmy’s immortality was linked to the cottage, that doesn’t even make sense.  I live there now, and she certainly didn’t mention any of this to me.”


“No,” said Lindsay.  “She wouldn’t have.  Emmy allowed you to live there, but it is not you who she bequeathed the cottage to.”

6 Comments leave one →
  1. Lissabry permalink
    November 13, 2010 2:42 pm

    I’m guessing the cottage was left to Red …
    I love this story BTW 😀
    cant wait for the next chapter !

  2. pieridae permalink*
    November 13, 2010 2:53 pm

    🙂 Thanks!

  3. Tiff permalink
    November 13, 2010 7:14 pm

    I might die if I don’t find out what happens.
    No joke.

  4. pieridae permalink*
    November 13, 2010 9:20 pm

    Oh dear, that’s a lot of pressure. I promise an update within the week. 😉

  5. Potential_fate permalink
    November 14, 2010 3:27 pm

    how interesting… THE PLOT! IT THICKENS!

  6. pieridae permalink*
    November 15, 2010 11:35 am

    By the time this legacy is over this plot might be as thick as cement, lol.

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