CHAPTER 24
URI CELESTE
They worked fast. Locket, Marble, Flintstone, Acorn, Cup. Five heartbeats. Five clicks that dropped but…
Nothing happened !
Mist hung between the roots that held their breath. The Glade was listening. Somewhere past the treeline, a twig snapped. A pig scout, maybe. Too close.
The sixth slot yawned empty. Dapper’s paw shot for a low branch, claws itching to yank the nearest fruit.
“Wait!”
Goldwynn’s voice wasn’t a shout. It was a plucked bowstring, thin and sharp. “Easy does it ! Let me see...”
The knoll wafted up old fear. The rising moon bled through the horizon in thin, cold ribbons, turning every leaf into a silver blade.
Blaire’s parting words gnawed at her. Your cup brimmeth over…
Was she talking about Tasha’s cup?
Goldwynn took the milk cup out of the slot. Inside, the glaze was a clear sky, webbed with hairline spirals. Seven dots. Pitted randomly afar.
Were those stars in a constellation?
She tipped her chin up.
For the first time in days, the clouds had rend open. Above Mistwood, the sky was a black velvet streaking purple at the edges.
And there just above the steepled treetops, seven stars burned. A constellation she’d never seen in her lifetime, wheeling slow, matching the cup’s swirls dot for dot.
The Uri Celeste ! After 700 years ! Just like great grandma Goldilocks had passed down in the family legends.
She looked down again. North-East on the cup’s lip, a perfect full moon was etched in the glazed cup. The milk cup was cool to the touch in her hands.The spirals were lifeless.
Hadn't Blaire cryptically mentioned a right moment?
No moon in the sky yet. Just that alien constellation, watching.
Blaire’s words swam up through her head. Your cup brimmeth over. The cipher…is in your hands.
It was ‘The Cup’.
“Knights, we wait until the moon rises and is just North-East of the constellation right above us. It has to align perfectly with the spiraling galaxy in the cup.”
Blaire’s cipher clicked home. All of it.
The Knights gasped and Papa Koala thumped her on the back.
“Goldwynn, what marvelous deducing! Indeed ! It only works at the right moment.”
When the moon finally swam upwards and breached the treetops, it did not rise. It arrived!
A gigantic bone white lantern swollen with seven centuries of waiting. It slid into place, North-East of the stars, and the alignment locked in!
Uri Celeste was only waiting for reinforcement.
The seven stars ignited in celebration to welcome the moon. Lines of silver fire lanced between them. The constellation whole across the velvet black was a septagon crown. A verdict written in starfire for 700 years. Mistwood held its breath. Every leaf, every swathe of grass, every bird went still. The air had frozen.
Moonbeam enhanced by the power of Uri fell in a single, silent shaft and speared the glade. It struck off the cup.
The glazed spirals were awake. They spun until the cup was a wheel of living galaxy in Goldwynn’s hands. The full moon etched in it blazed to life, matching its brother in the sky, dot for dot, light for light.
“NOW!” We only have one shot at this!
The cup was again placed in the slot and this time, the apple tree burgeoned in all its glory throwing emerald lights off its leaves.
In the depths of Mistwood , the Guardians of the Glade saw it. A hundred helms lifted. A hundred blades stopped mid- polish.Scout archer guardians on the ridge forgot to breathe. Papa Koala’s scouts dropped to their knees without command, paws pressed to the earth, because the ground was a thrum older than orders. Older than oaths.
“Uri Celeste! Where the sky remembers the roots !”
The tree on the knoll shuddered. Apples trembled on their stems. One, impossibly high snapped soundlessly.
It didn’t fall. It glided down, slow and certain swirling in the silver-blue light and set itself snug in the sixth slot.
The Gold veins in the arched roots flared and cracked open. Inside, on a cradle of woven roots, lay...The Locke Jewel !
In that exact moment miles south, the night tore into shreds.
Not a wolf. Not the wind.
Boar!
The bellow was a denial of a 700 year old prophecy coming true. He knew. Ruin and doomsday was his.
The constellation didn’t twinkle. It assembled in formation ready for war against the Beast. Seven spangled points of cold judgment, parading across the velvet purple like a jury of the cosmos. The verdict awaited the gavel.
Uri Celeste had come to collect !
To Be Continued....
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