The Beacon by Ashley Dotson

Author:Ashley Dotson [Dotson, Ashley]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Amazon
Published: 2013-04-16T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 15

Promise and prophecy

He wrapped a blanket around my shoulders and pulled me back against his chest. We were sitting on an Adirondack chair on his back porch. It wasn’t cold, but I liked the comfy feeling of being wrapped in Orrin and the blanket. He was sure I would leave him after I knew the truth. I worried what could be so terrible about this man. I wanted to know about myself, my history and prophecy, but I didn’t know if I was ready for what would follow after I knew it all. I promised myself to listen.

I promise I won’t leave you.

“I was born in 1502, near Edinburgh Scotland….”

“Oh my God! 1502? Scotland,” I gasped, “That’s so exciting. I knew you were old, but really! That’s incredible!”

He smiled and hugged me tightly, “If you want to hear this you need to be quiet. Save all your exasperating comments until I am finished. Hopefully you’ll still want to talk to me, that is.”

“Yes, sir,” I sulked.

I promise.

“People believed differently than they do now. I was an only child and I had a normal childhood for that time period. I was raised only by my mother. She let me, and the rest of the village, believe my father had died before I was born. The village would have shunned her otherwise. Life was harder then, we depended heavily on the charity of others. My mother did all manner of jobs to support us. It was my job to tend the garden and take care of the few chickens we had.”

“I had a few friends, did normal things a boy would do,” He smiled remembering back. “I remember breaking my leg when I was small, I was maybe eleven. I fell off the roof of our house. I had gone up there while chasing butterflies. I liked exploring, and my mother never let me go up there. She said it was dangerous, and apparently she was right.” He laughed, “The bone cut through the skin, a terrible injury for that time. I don’t remember the pain much. My only thought was how much trouble I was going to get into when my mother found out.” He laughed, “I threw up when I could finally bring myself to look at it. I had to drag myself into my house and wait for my mother to return home. I still remember trying to clean it and bandage it myself. At that time injuries like that could kill a person. It took two days to get a doctor to see me, and doctors weren’t what they are now.

“My mother nor anyone else in the village knew about setting my leg. Someone had sent in the priest, not knowing what else to do until doctor arrived. And of course, when he did finally make his way to our house my leg had set itself and already healed.”

“That’s how you found about your birthright?” I asked.

“Hush. Yes. My mother said it was a miracle brought on by all her prayers, said it was God’s providence that I be spared.

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