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A few days ago I decided to make an open appeal for a story to go along with my very first Mag7 Christmas card I designed. The very talented, Enola Jones gifted me with this lovely fic that not only put a smile on my face, but made my eyes a little misty too. Thank you so much Enola. Enola has kindly given me permission to post this not only here, but along side the card on my art website. I hope to have some others to join hers too! : )
A STAR TO GUIDE HIM HOME
by Enola Jones
from a Christmas Card illustration by Romanse
http://romanse.phanfare.com/album/493673#imageID=32208288
Some days, Ezra thought, it just doesn't pay to get out of bed.
He and Chaucer made their way through the thick snow toward the thick woods that lay a few miles away from Four Corners.
I don't know what I'm doing out here, he grumped to himself.No, wait. I do. I'm here because I couldn't keep my mouth shut. As usual.
"I'm a fool, Chaucer," he sighed. "Saying I'd come to get a tree for the church..."
Chaucer blew.
"Yes, well..." He sighed as they entered the woods. "I'm not sure what to look for. I really don't know what to--" He frowned as Chaucer stopped. "What is it? Why did you..." And he raised his head to look around.
And there it was. He slid off Chaucer in awe, staring at the beautiful conifer before him. Six feet tall, covered in snow. He hooked his fingers into his belt and circled it, examining it from all angles.
"Chaucer, you are entirely correct. This tree will be perfect." He returned to Chaucer and pulled an axe from the saddlebag.
Circling the tree again, he bgan to chip away at the edges. It began to tilt, and Ezra smiled and gave it one final whack.
The next second, there was a blast of wind – and Ezra found himself running, yelling-- with the tree coming right at him.
It impacted him on the shoulder and side of his face – the main top of the tree – and sent him tumbling to the ground. Fortunately, he didn't end up underneath the tree, just knocked flat by it.
He lay prone in the snow for a moment, before he sat up, shaking his ringing head. He looked at the tree and hissed, "Monstrosity." He picked up his hat and beat it against his thigh, knocking the snow off, before jamming it on his head.
He grasped the end of the trunk and pulled. Slowly, it began to move, and he pulled it out of the woods and over to Chaucer. Securing it with a tight travois, he mounted the horse and pointed him back toward town.
As his headache increased, he found himself swearing as the snow started to fall again. "Oh, come ON," he moaned.
Town was close. Very close. But it seemed far away... blurry. By the time Chaucer had taken ten more steps, the night had gone blacker than anything he'd ever seen before. He looked down at Chaucer – and couldn't even see him.
"Oh my G-d," he breathed. "No. Not this....anything but this..."
It pierced the darkness after a moment – a bright light, illuminating the night enough for him to make out the outline of the town. Strangely, he couldn't see Chaucer. But he urged the horse forward, following the light.
He saw three forms racing toward him as he entered the town, heard Nathan and Josiah and Buck's familiar voices.
Then the darkness swallowed all light and sound and awareness.
When he woke, it was still to the suffocating darkness. He gasped and tried to sit up.
"Easy," Nathan's voice said, and his hands touched his shoulders. "It's all right. It won't last."
"What is this?" he gasped. "Why can't I--"
"You were knocked in the head by a branch. It rattled your brains some. You'll be okay soon as you rest. Your sight should start comin' back real soon. And no 'if it don't's. You gotta believe it will."
He took a deep breath and nodded. Nathan went on to tell about the tree, how it was perfect and everyone loved it.
And as he spoke, light began to penetrate the blackness again. And Ezra smiled as he realised Nathan was right. He was, indeed, going to be okay.
And as Ezra slept the sleep of the peaceful that night – five days before Christmas – a star shone over the clinic. The star guided his body home, and now his personal stars – his family – would bring him all the way.
A journey he wasn't even fully aware he was on.
END
A few days ago I decided to make an open appeal for a story to go along with my very first Mag7 Christmas card I designed. The very talented, Enola Jones gifted me with this lovely fic that not only put a smile on my face, but made my eyes a little misty too. Thank you so much Enola. Enola has kindly given me permission to post this not only here, but along side the card on my art website. I hope to have some others to join hers too! : )
A STAR TO GUIDE HIM HOME
by Enola Jones
from a Christmas Card illustration by Romanse
http://romanse.phanfare.com/album/493673#imageID=32208288
Some days, Ezra thought, it just doesn't pay to get out of bed.
He and Chaucer made their way through the thick snow toward the thick woods that lay a few miles away from Four Corners.
I don't know what I'm doing out here, he grumped to himself.No, wait. I do. I'm here because I couldn't keep my mouth shut. As usual.
"I'm a fool, Chaucer," he sighed. "Saying I'd come to get a tree for the church..."
Chaucer blew.
"Yes, well..." He sighed as they entered the woods. "I'm not sure what to look for. I really don't know what to--" He frowned as Chaucer stopped. "What is it? Why did you..." And he raised his head to look around.
And there it was. He slid off Chaucer in awe, staring at the beautiful conifer before him. Six feet tall, covered in snow. He hooked his fingers into his belt and circled it, examining it from all angles.
"Chaucer, you are entirely correct. This tree will be perfect." He returned to Chaucer and pulled an axe from the saddlebag.
Circling the tree again, he bgan to chip away at the edges. It began to tilt, and Ezra smiled and gave it one final whack.
The next second, there was a blast of wind – and Ezra found himself running, yelling-- with the tree coming right at him.
It impacted him on the shoulder and side of his face – the main top of the tree – and sent him tumbling to the ground. Fortunately, he didn't end up underneath the tree, just knocked flat by it.
He lay prone in the snow for a moment, before he sat up, shaking his ringing head. He looked at the tree and hissed, "Monstrosity." He picked up his hat and beat it against his thigh, knocking the snow off, before jamming it on his head.
He grasped the end of the trunk and pulled. Slowly, it began to move, and he pulled it out of the woods and over to Chaucer. Securing it with a tight travois, he mounted the horse and pointed him back toward town.
As his headache increased, he found himself swearing as the snow started to fall again. "Oh, come ON," he moaned.
Town was close. Very close. But it seemed far away... blurry. By the time Chaucer had taken ten more steps, the night had gone blacker than anything he'd ever seen before. He looked down at Chaucer – and couldn't even see him.
"Oh my G-d," he breathed. "No. Not this....anything but this..."
It pierced the darkness after a moment – a bright light, illuminating the night enough for him to make out the outline of the town. Strangely, he couldn't see Chaucer. But he urged the horse forward, following the light.
He saw three forms racing toward him as he entered the town, heard Nathan and Josiah and Buck's familiar voices.
Then the darkness swallowed all light and sound and awareness.
When he woke, it was still to the suffocating darkness. He gasped and tried to sit up.
"Easy," Nathan's voice said, and his hands touched his shoulders. "It's all right. It won't last."
"What is this?" he gasped. "Why can't I--"
"You were knocked in the head by a branch. It rattled your brains some. You'll be okay soon as you rest. Your sight should start comin' back real soon. And no 'if it don't's. You gotta believe it will."
He took a deep breath and nodded. Nathan went on to tell about the tree, how it was perfect and everyone loved it.
And as he spoke, light began to penetrate the blackness again. And Ezra smiled as he realised Nathan was right. He was, indeed, going to be okay.
And as Ezra slept the sleep of the peaceful that night – five days before Christmas – a star shone over the clinic. The star guided his body home, and now his personal stars – his family – would bring him all the way.
A journey he wasn't even fully aware he was on.
END
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