Shadows of the Moon - 1. Chapter 1

Shadows of the Moon

Liverpool

The RMS Royal Empress, a first-class passenger ship of 1850, was a marvel of its time. This steam-driven paddle wheeler, boasting advanced engineering, symbolized the dawn of a new age in maritime travel.

The RMS Royal Empress was an impressive vessel. At over 200 feet in length, the ship had a broad beam that provided stability and ample space for luxurious accommodations. The hull was constructed from robust timber and reinforced with iron frames, ensuring the ship could withstand the turbulent seas of the Atlantic. The ship’s most defining feature was its large paddle wheels, positioned on either side of the hull. These wheels, powered by an innovative steam engine, were marvels of engineering. They measured approximately 30 feet in diameter and were equipped with meticulously crafted paddles designed to maximize efficiency. The steam engine, located midship, was a work of industrial art. It featured an array of gleaming brass pipes and pistons, all meticulously maintained by a dedicated crew of engineers.

The first-class passenger areas on the RMS Royal Empress were the epitome of luxury. The grand saloon, located towards the stern, was a spacious hall adorned with polished mahogany paneling, velvet draperies, and crystal chandeliers. Plush armchairs and settees offered passengers a comfortable place to relax and socialize. The walls were adorned with fine artworks and ornate mirrors, creating an atmosphere of opulence and refinement.

The staterooms were equally luxurious, each equipped with a comfortable bed, a writing desk, and a private washbasin. The bedding was made of the finest linens, and the decor featured rich fabrics and intricate woodwork. Each room had a large window, offering passengers stunning views of the sea.

Meals on the RMS Royal Empress were a grand affair. The dining room featured long tables covered with crisp white linens and set with fine China and silverware. Passengers enjoyed gourmet meals prepared by a team of skilled chefs, with fresh seafood, roasted meats, and an array of delicious desserts. Wine and spirits flowed freely, and the service was impeccable.

For entertainment, the ship offered a library stocked with a variety of books and periodicals, a music room with a grand piano, and even a small theater for live performances. Passengers could also stroll along the promenade deck, taking in the fresh sea air and the beautiful views.

A typical voyage on the RMS Royal Empress would take passengers from the bustling port of Liverpool to the vibrant city of Alexandra. The journey, which took about two weeks, was an adventure. Passengers experienced the thrill of crossing the vast Mediterranean, facing the challenges of unpredictable weather, and marveling at the power and grace of their steam-driven ship.

The crew of the RMS Royal Empress, a skilled and dedicated group of sailors and engineers, worked tirelessly to ensure the safety and comfort of their passengers. The captain, a seasoned mariner, navigated the ship through treacherous waters with confidence and skill.

The RMS Royal Empress played a significant role in the history of maritime travel. It represented a shift from traditional sailing ships to steam-powered vessels, paving the way for faster and more reliable ocean crossings. Its legacy lived on in the many ships that followed, each building on the innovations and successes of this remarkable vessel.

It had been a perfect trip for everyone but Omar.

As the RMS Royal Empress glided into the Royal Albert Dock in Liverpool, Reggie, Alex, Omar, and Kareem stood on the deck, taking in the bustling scene. The air was alive with the cries of seagulls and the distant hum of the city. Omar, in particular, felt a wave of relief wash over him. The relentless rocking of the ship had worn him down, and he was eager to set foot on solid ground again. The others shared his sentiment, each looking forward to the adventures that awaited them in Liverpool. The ship’s ropes were secured, and the gangway was lowered, signaling the end of their maritime journey and the beginning of a new chapter.

As the RMS Royal Empress docked, the porters swiftly moved into action, expertly handling the passengers’ luggage. Reggie, Alex, Omar, and Kareem watched as their bags were carefully transferred to the dock. The porters, dressed in neat uniforms, worked with practiced efficiency, ensuring nothing was left behind. Reggi checked his gold watch it had belonged to his grandfather. It was Ten o’clock the Empire Bank would be open by the time they got there.

Once their belongings were safely on the dock, the group called for a carriage. The carriage, a handsome vehicle with polished wood and gleaming brass fittings, arrived promptly. The driver, a distinguished gentleman in a top hat, tipped his hat as he helped load their luggage.

Reggi spoke to the cabby, “Take us to the Empire Bank, please.” The cabby nodded, and the carriage set off through the bustling streets of Liverpool. The city was alive with the sounds of horse hooves clattering on cobblestones and the chatter of people going about their day. It was 10am, and the sun was high in the sky, casting a bright light over the buildings and streets.

The smell of fresh-baked bread wafted from a nearby bakery, mingling with the more pungent scents of the fish market. Street vendors called out, hawking their wares, and children played in the alleyways, their laughter ringing out above the din of the city.

As the carriage made its way through the crowded streets, Reggi couldn't help but marvel at the energy and vibrancy of the city. Liverpool was a city of contrasts, where the old world met the new. Elegant townhouses stood side by side with bustling shops and factories, and the docks were a hive of activity, with ships from all over the world unloading their cargo.

The cabby expertly navigated the narrow streets, skillfully avoiding pedestrians and other carriages. The journey was a whirlwind of sights and sounds, from the clatter of horses' hooves to the distant whistle of a steam engine.

As they approached the Empire Bank, Reggi could see the grand building looming ahead. It was an imposing structure, with tall columns and a grand entrance flanked by stone lions. The bank was a symbol of the city's prosperity and ambition, a place where fortunes were made and lost.

Reggi took a deep breath as the carriage came to a stop. This was it, the moment he had been waiting for. As they arrived at the grand facade of the Empire Bank, “Please wait here; we shall not be long!” With that, he and his companions stepped out of the carriage and walked into the imposing building. The front of the bank is designed to be both welcoming and secure. It features a grand entrance with large, sturdy doors, made of glass and metal, to convey transparency and strength. The facade is adorned with the bank’s logo and name prominently displayed, ensuring it is easily recognizable.

The architecture Include's classical elements like columns and stonework, giving it a timeless and trustworthy appearance.

Landscaping around the entrance is meticulously maintained, with neatly trimmed hedges, flower beds, and a few benches for customers to sit. The entrance area is well-lit, both for aesthetic appeal and security purposes, with strategically placed lights highlighting the building’s features.

Inside, the lobby is spacious and airy, designed to make customers feel comfortable and at ease. The decor is a blend of traditional and modern elements, presenting a professional yet approachable atmosphere.

Inside, the bank was a hive of activity. Clerks were busy at their desks, and the sound of quills scratching on parchment filled the air. Reggi led the way to a private office where they were greeted by a distinguished-looking gentleman.

“Good day, Mr. Thorne,” Mr. Jones said, rising to shake hands. “How may we be of assistance to you today?” Reggi Shook his hand.

Reginald smiled politely. “We have some important business to attend to. My friends and I need to access our accounts and make some arrangements. We wish to deposit our Bearer bonds. And Mr. Alexander Blackwell, Mr. Hassan and his brother would like to open accounts!”

Mr. Jones nodded and gestured for them to sit. “Of course, please have a seat. We shall get everything sorted promptly.” They all gave Mr. Jones four Bearer Bond worth 8 million pounds total; it looked like Mr. Jones was going to faint.

“It’s not every day we take such a large deposit”

“My friends will need checks for Mr. Alexander Blackwell and Mr. Omar Hassan and his brother Mr. Kareem Hassan, and I will need a deposit slip.” He smiled.

After a short time, Mr. Jones returned with three boxes of checks and handed them to Alex, Omar and Kareem.

As they settled into the plush chairs, Reginald couldn’t help but feel a sense of anticipation. This visit to the bank was just one step in their grand adventure, and he knew that with his friends by his side, they could face whatever challenges lay ahead.

Once the business was finished, they returned to their carriage.

“Take us to The Prince Alfred Hotel.”

Reginald, exuding confidence, declared, “We’ll be staying the night at the Prince Alfred Hotel. Come morning, we’ll have breakfast there before boarding the Thorne Coach. Our journey to Thorne Manor will be a six-hour drive, during which we can relax and prepare for our arrival. Upon reaching Thorne Manor, the staff will formally welcome us. We’ll shake hands with each one and exchange greetings—it’s important to start off on the right foot as we’ll be living there and building a friendly rapport with the team.”

Settling into the plush seats of the carriage, Omar sighed with relief, glad to be on solid ground. The rhythmic clip-clop of the horses’ hooves provided a soothing contrast to the ship’s constant rocking. As they made their way through the bustling streets of Liverpool, the anticipation of a comfortable stay at the Prince Alfred filled them with excitement.

Alexander gazed out the window, taking in the sights and sounds of the busy city. The cobblestone streets were alive with activity, from street vendors hawking their wares to children playing games. The scent of freshly baked bread wafted through the air, mingling with the salty tang of the nearby sea.

Kareem, always the planner, pulled out a small notebook and began jotting down notes for their upcoming stay at Thorne Manor. “We should make sure to explore the gardens,” he mused aloud. “I’ve heard they’re quite spectacular.”

As the carriage rolled on, the group chatted animatedly about their plans, the excitement of their journey ahead palpable in the air. The Prince Alfred Hotel promised a night of comfort and luxury, a perfect prelude to travelling to Thorne Manor.

Reginald and the others stood together at the entrance of the grand hotel; their eyes wide with admiration at the opulent decor. The lobby was a masterpiece of Victorian elegance, with rich mahogany furnishings, plush velvet drapes, and a grand chandelier that sparkled like a constellation of stars.

As they approached the reception desk, a gentleman with a distinguished air and a crisp English accent greeted them. His attire was impeccable, a tailored suit that exuded both sophistication and professionalism.

“Good evening, gentlemen,” he began, his voice smooth and polished. “Welcome to our esteemed establishment. May I have your names, please?”

Reginald stepped forward with a nod. “Gentle Sir,” he replied. “We have a reservation.”

Mr. Hanson consulted his ledger, his fingers gliding over the pages with practiced ease. “Ah, yes, Mr. Thorne. We have you in one of our finest suites. I trust your journey was pleasant?”

“It was, thank you,” Omar replied, his eyes wandering to the grand chandelier that hung above them, casting a warm glow over the room.

“Splendid,” Mr. Hanson said, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. “Allow me to finalize your check-in. Your suite offers a magnificent view of the city, and I believe you will find it most comfortable.”

As he completed the formalities, he handed them their room keys with a flourish. “If there is anything you require during your stay, please do not hesitate to ask. We are here to ensure your visit is nothing short of exceptional.”

The four friends exchanged glances, each feeling a sense of anticipation for that awaited them in this grand old city. With a final nod of thanks, they made their way to the elevator,

As Reginald and the others stepped into the vintage elevator, they were greeted by a young elevator boy, no older than sixteen. His uniform was immaculate, with brass buttons that gleamed under the soft light of the chandelier above. The elevator itself was an elegant piece of history, with polished wood paneling and intricate metalwork adorning the walls. The air inside carried a faint scent of lavender, hinting at a bygone era of sophistication and refinement.

The elevator boy, with his neatly combed hair and earnest expression, stood at attention, ready to assist. His cap sat perfectly atop his head, completing the ensemble. As the doors closed with a gentle hum, the soft clinking of the chandelier's crystals added a touch of magic to the moment. The boy's polite demeanor and precise movements showed pride in his role,

“Good afternoon, sirs,” the boy said with a polite nod. “Which floor may I take you to?”

“The third floor, please.”

The boy nodded and grasped the thick rope that ran through a series of pulleys. With a practiced motion, he began to pull, and the elevator creaked to life, slowly ascending. The friends could feel the gentle sway of the elevator as it moved upwards, the sound of the rope sliding through the pulleys creating a rhythmic backdrop.

As they ascended, the boy glanced at them with a curious smile. “First time in the city?” he asked, his tone friendly.

“Yes, it is,” Alexander replied, returning the smile. The boy nodded, his eyes twinkling with a mix of pride and excitement. “You’ll find plenty to see and do. The third floor has some of the best views of the city.”

Moments later, the elevator came to a smooth stop, and the boy secured the rope. “Here we are, gentlemen. The third floor.”

Reginald handed the boy a small tip, which he accepted with a grateful smile. “Thank you, sirs. Enjoy your stay.”

With that, the friends stepped out of the elevator, ready to begin their adventure in the grand old city. The boy watched them go, a sense of satisfaction in his heart, knowing he had played a small part in their journey.

The group entered their suite and were stunned by the rich wood colors and hardwood floors. The sitting room, with its warm, inviting ambiance, was the heart of the suite. The walls were adorned with intricate wood paneling, and the floors gleamed under the soft glow of the chandelier hanging from the ceiling. Plush, velvet armchairs and a grand sofa were arranged around a polished mahogany coffee table, creating a cozy space for conversation and relaxation.

Off the sitting room, three bedrooms awaited, each with its own unique charm. The first bedroom featured a large, four-poster bed draped with luxurious, deep red curtains, and a fireplace that promised warmth on chilly nights. The second bedroom was more serene, with soft blue tones, a canopy bed, and a window seat that overlooked the bustling streets below. The third bedroom, though smaller, was no less inviting, with its quaint decor and a view of the garden outside.

The suite exuded an air of elegance and comfort, making it a perfect retreat for the weary travelers. The rich details and thoughtful design spoke of a time when craftsmanship and beauty were paramount, transporting the group to an era of refined luxury.

Once Kareem had taken his bath, the steam still lingering in the air, he felt a sense of renewal wash over him. The warm water had soothed his muscles and cleared his mind. He stepped out, wrapping himself in a soft, linen towel, and watched as Reggi, Alex, and Omar prepared for their turn.

Reggi and Alex, always playful, decided to bathe together. They splashed water at each other, their laughter echoing through the room. The scent of lavender soap filled the air, mingling with the steam to create a calming atmosphere. Omar, ever the observer, watched them with a smile before joining in. The three of them, now in the tub, took turns scrubbing each other’s backs, their camaraderie evident in their gentle teasing and shared stories.

The room was filled with the sounds of water splashing, laughter, and the occasional clink of a soap dish. It was a moment of simple joy and connection, a brief respite from the outside world. As they finished, they helped each other to dry off, their bond strengthened by this shared ritual.

Once dressed for dinner, they headed down to the hotel’s dining room. The room was a haven of elegance and refinement, designed to transport guests to a world of luxury. Grand chandeliers, adorned with sparkling crystals, hung from the high ceilings, casting a warm, inviting glow over the polished wooden tables. The tables themselves were set with pristine white linens, fine china, and gleaming silverware, adding to the sophisticated atmosphere.

Rich, deep-colored drapes framed the windows, creating an intimate and cozy ambiance, while the walls were adorned with tasteful artwork and vintage mirrors that reflected the soft light, enhancing the room's charm. The air was filled with the enticing aroma of gourmet dishes being prepared in the kitchen, mingling with the subtle scent of fresh flowers placed in elegant vases on each table.

As they made their way to a cozy corner, they noticed the soft murmur of other diners enjoying their meals, their conversations blending into a pleasant background hum. The attentive waitstaff moved gracefully between the tables, ensuring that each guest felt pampered and attended to. The atmosphere was one of relaxed sophistication, where guests could savor exquisite cuisine while enjoying the company of their companions in a beautifully serene setting.

The food was exquisite, each dish a delightful blend of flavors and textures. They savored every bite, from the rich, creamy soup to the perfectly cooked main course. The dessert, a decadent chocolate mousse, was the perfect ending to their meal. They took their time, enjoying the food and each other’s company, sharing stories and laughter.

As they lingered over their coffee, Reginald turned to Omar with a curious smile. “So, what do you think of England so far, Omar?”

Omar paused, a thoughtful expression on his face. “I am enjoying the sights,” he replied. “There are so many people! It’s quite different from what I’m used to, but in a good way. The architecture, the history… it’s all very fascinating.”

Reginald nodded, pleased with Omar’s response. “I’m glad to hear that. There’s so much more to see and experience. We’ll make sure you get the full tour.”

They continued their conversation, the evening stretching on as they enjoyed the comfortable atmosphere and the company of good friends.

Then they returned to their suite Kareem headed to his room and closed the door “Good night gentlemen”.

They climbed into bed Reggi on one side of Omar and Alex on the other.

Omar, with his rich Egyptian accent, began to speak, his voice carrying a melodic cadence that drew everyone in. “I just want to talk for a little while,” he said, his eyes softening as he spoke to the two people lying next to him. “First, I just want you two to know that I never thought I would be here like this. But I am so glad that I am. This all has been so perfect in oh so many ways.”

He paused, staring up at the ceiling as if searching for the right words. “I will admit, at first it was lust. Being so close to men so good looking, it just filled my heart with joy. But now, it is love. I just love you both so very much.”

His words hung in the air, filled with sincerity and warmth, as he expressed the depth of his feelings. The room seemed to hold its breath, captivated by the honesty and emotion in Omar’s voice.

Omar’s tears began to flow freely as he continued, “I never want to be anywhere else. Then by your side for as long as I live!”

Reginald, with a reassuring smile, responded, “I know that I can speak for Alexander, and we want you to know that we feel the same as you. We love you, and for sure it is forever.” They both leaned in and kissed Omar tenderly.

Reginald then added, “I think we should get some sleep. Tomorrow is going to be a long day. The Coach will be here early, and after we have breakfast, we will be off. Omar, you will get to see the true beauty of the English countryside.”

The room was filled with a sense of peace and anticipation for the journey ahead, as the three of them settled in for the night, their hearts intertwined with love and excitement for the future.

As they fell asleep, Reginald found himself walking through the vast, golden sands of the Egyptian desert. The air was warm, and the sky above was a deep, endless blue, stretching out infinitely. The silence was profound, broken only by the soft whisper of the wind brushing against the dunes. As he walked, the sand shifted beneath his feet, each step leaving a fleeting imprint that the wind quickly erased. Yet, he couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was watching him.

Suddenly, he noticed he was standing in the shadow of something immense. He stopped and looked up, his breath catching in his throat. Towering above him was Khonsu, the god of the moon, his presence both majestic and serene. Khonsu's silver robes seemed to shimmer with a light of their own, and his eyes, gentle yet penetrating, gazed down at Reginald with an expression of timeless wisdom.

“Reginald,” Khonsu’s voice echoed softly, yet with a resonance that seemed to fill the vast desert, “I wish to talk with you. We will have much to discuss in the days ahead. You have endeared yourself to the gods of Egypt.”

Reginald felt a strange mix of awe and humility as he stood before the deity. The god's words lingered in the air, heavy with promise and mystery. The desert around them seemed to hold its breath, as if waiting for what would come next.

With those words, Reginald woke from the dream, his heart pounding with the weight of the divine encounter. The room was still and quiet, bathed in the soft glow of moonlight filtering through the curtains. Yet the memory of Khonsu’s presence lingered, filling him with a sense of awe and anticipation for what was to come. Every detail of the dream was vivid in his mind—the warmth of the desert air, the endless blue sky, and the serene yet powerful gaze of the god of the moon. It was a moment that had etched itself into his soul, and as he lay there, Reginald knew that his journey was far from over. The divine had touched his life, and he felt a new sense of purpose and destiny unfolding before him.

Getting quietly out of bed moving like a church mouse he made his way to the bathroom and filled the bathtub with hot water. Climbed in, and just layed there and soaked. An hour later it was 6 am so he dried off and dressed. He woke the others.