Shadows of the Moon - 6. Chapter 6

Shadow of the Moon

Black Days

The next morning, Reggi ate a quick meal before hurrying upstairs to pack a suitcase and grab his dark suit. He was wearing his Navy-Blue suit, so he had two. He had generously loaned three of his suits to Alex, Omar, and Kareem. As he glanced at Kareem, he noticed that the suit was a bit tight on him, but he reassured himself that soon they would all have their own perfectly tailored suits. The thought of his friends looking sharp and distinguished brought a smile to his face.

Once ready, they all made their way down to the coach, waiting just outside the front door. The crisp morning air was filled with anticipation as they prepared for their journey. Reggi felt a sense of pride and Companionship knowing that they would face the day ahead together, impeccably dressed, and ready for whatever adventures awaited them.

As the first rays of dawn began to pierce through the morning mist, Reggi checked his gold watch. It was just a bit after seven am, and the journey to the parents’ manor was well underway. The countryside was bathed in a soft, golden light, casting long shadows across the rolling hills and ancient trees.

Reggi, dressed impeccably in his tailored suit, put the watch back in his vest pocket and gave a nod to Alexander, who was seated beside him in the carriage. The rhythmic clatter of the horses’ hooves on the cobblestone road provided a soothing backdrop to their thoughts. They should be at the manor by eleven am.

The journey was a blend of serene landscapes and quiet companionship. They passed through quaint villages where early risers were beginning their day, and fields where farmers were already hard at work. The air was crisp and filled with the scent of blooming flowers and fresh earth. The sun was just beginning to rise, casting a golden hue over the countryside and adding a touch of magic to the already picturesque scenery.

Reggi, Alex, Omar, and Kareem shared a deep connection, one that transcended the constraints of their time. Their friendship was built on trust, shared experiences, and mutual respect. As they sat together in the coach, their silent communication spoke volumes about their unwavering support for each other.

The road ran parallel to the train track, and in the distance, the rhythmic chugging of the approaching train grew louder. The telegraph poles stood tall, their wires stretching out like a lifeline along the railroad tracks. The anticipation built as the train drew nearer, its powerful engine roaring and the wheels clattering against the rails. The sound was a constant reminder of the modern world, contrasting sharply with the timeless beauty of the natural landscape around them.

As the train finally caught up and overtook them, they could see the billowing smoke pouring from the engine, a thick, dark plume that contrasted starkly against the cloudless sky. The scent of burning coal filled the air, a pungent reminder of the industrial power driving the locomotive forward. The train’s presence was both imposing and mesmerizing, a testament to human ingenuity and the relentless march of progress. Reggi glanced at Omar and Kareem, who were seated across from him. "You two keeping up?" he asked with a smile.

As the train approached, the ground beneath them seemed to tremble with the sheer force of its movement. The powerful locomotive, a symbol of progress and industry, sped past, its whistle piercing the morning air. Reggi adjusted his stance, shielding his eyes from the sun as he watched the behemoth barrel by.

As the train finally caught up and overtook them, the ground seemed to vibrate with its passage. Billowing smoke poured from the engine, a thick, dark plume that contrasted starkly against the cloudless sky. The scent of burning coal filled the air, sharp and lingering, a pungent reminder of the industrial power that drove the locomotive forward. The train's imposing presence cast fleeting shadows over the group, its rhythmic clatter echoing through the otherwise tranquil surroundings. It was a stark display of human ingenuity and the relentless march of progress, both mesmerizing and humbling.

“Quite the machine,” Alex remarked, his voice raised over the noise. “Imagine the places it’s been, the stories it carries.”

Omar chuckled, though his gaze lingered on the train’s windows, catching fleeting glimpses of passengers. “And imagine the stories they’re wondering about us. Probably think we’re some group of wayward adventurers.”

“They wouldn’t be wrong,” Kareem added with a grin, the wind tousling his hair. “Though I doubt they’d guess just how far we’ve come—and how far we still have to go.”

The train’s final car raced past, the sound of its rumble fading into the distance. For a brief moment, the four stood in silence, absorbing the juxtaposition of the industrial marvel and their own tranquil journey.

“Well,” Reggi said, breaking the quiet with a smile, “no use wondering what they think. We’ve got our own story to write.”

Reggi turned his head toward Omar and Kareem, who were seated across from him on the soft grass near the trail. "You two keeping up?" he asked with a grin, brushing soot off the sleeve of his jacket.

Omar smirked, resting an elbow on his knee. "Keeping up with what, exactly? The train, or you trying to act like you're not impressed?"

Kareem chuckled, glancing at the dissipating smoke in the distance. "I'm with Omar on this one. Admit it, Reggi—it’s got you in awe, too."

Reggi shrugged with an air of mock indifference, though a playful glint sparked in his eyes. "Sure, it’s impressive. But me? I’m more interested in this ride and the company." He raised an eyebrow and gestured toward the meadow and lake behind them.

"Smooth," Omar replied, shaking his head. "But you’re not fooling anyone. You were just staring at that thing like it was a dragon out of a storybook."

"Hey," Reggi shot back, laughing now, "dragons are overrated. Give me a good steam engine any day."

The laughter among the group was light, blending effortlessly with the fading noise of the train. For a moment, the marvel of the locomotive seemed to amplify their own sense of adventure, tying the ancient rhythm of nature with the pulse of modern industry.

Omar grinned, adjusting his hat. "We're good, Reggi. Just enjoying the view."

Kareem nodded in agreement. "It's a beautiful morning for a ride."

Alex chimed in, "Can't argue with that. Nothing like a peaceful journey to start the day."

Jim, sitting beside Kareem as they drove the team, gave a nod of approval. "It's moments like these that remind us why we do what we do." Jim said

Reggi and Alex exchanged a brief, knowing glance, acknowledging the fleeting nature of the train's presence in their otherwise peaceful ride.

The journey continued through rolling hills and lush meadows, each turn revealing new vistas and opportunities for quiet reflection. The bond between Reggi, Alex, Omar, Kareem, and Jim grew stronger with each passing mile, their friendship a constant source of strength and comfort in an ever-changing world. The day unfolded with a sense of purpose and serenity, leaving them with memories that would last a lifetime.

Reggi spoke “Down the road a bit we will pass Thorne Station and then not far to go.”

As the journey neared its end, the road took them past the bustling train station. The station was alive with activity, passengers hurrying to catch their trains, porters loading luggage, and the ever-present sound of whistles and engines. The scent of coal and steam lingered in the air, mingling with the crisp morning breeze.

Reggi and Alexander watched as the train they had seen earlier came to a halt, its passengers disembarking and the new one's boarding. The scene was a vivid reminder of the world beyond their serene journey, a world of movement and change.

Leaving the station behind, the road wound through a picturesque landscape, the trees arching overhead to form a natural canopy. The air was fresh with the scent of pine and wildflowers, creating a serene atmosphere. Birds flitted from branch to branch, their songs adding a melodious backdrop to the journey.

The manor was now in sight, its grand silhouette standing proudly at the end of the road. The building exuded an air of timeless elegance, a testament to the history and tradition it represented. The final stretch was a gentle incline, the horses’ hooves echoing softly on the gravel path, creating a rhythmic and soothing sound.

As they approached the manor, the grandeur of the estate became more apparent. The gardens were a riot of color, with flowers in full bloom and neatly trimmed hedges lining the driveway. Vibrant roses, delicate lilies, and clusters of lavender filled the air with their fragrant perfume. Butterflies danced among the blossoms, adding a touch of whimsy to the scene.

The manor itself was an imposing structure, its stone walls and tall windows reflecting the morning light. The sunlight played on the glass panes, creating a dazzling display of light and shadow. The ivy-clad walls added a touch of rustic charm to the otherwise stately building. Tall oak doors stood at the entrance, their polished wood gleaming in the sunlight.

A fountain, situated in the center of the circular driveway, sent sparkling water into the air, creating a soothing and inviting ambiance. The sound of the water mingled with the gentle rustle of leaves and the distant call of birds, adding to the tranquil setting.

The travelers could feel the history of the manor as they drew closer, a sense of stepping back in time to an era of refinement and grace. Every detail, from the meticulously manicured lawns to the ornate carvings on the facade, spoke of the care and dedication that had gone into maintaining the estate.

Reaching the entrance, the travelers dismounted, their eyes taking in the splendor of their surroundings. They couldn't help but feel a sense of awe and admiration for the majestic manor and its breathtaking grounds.

Reggi felt a sense of homecoming as they drew closer. The familiar sight of the family crest above the entrance, the welcoming warmth of the manor, and the knowledge that they were about to be reunited with loved ones filled him with quiet joy. With Alexander by his side, he knew that whatever awaited them, they would face it together.

Elizabeth Thorne, a lovely woman in her early 60s, wore a dark blue dress that complemented her string of pearls. Her hair was neatly styled in a bun, but her face showed signs of worry, with dark bags under her eyes hinting at sleepless nights.

She was accompanied by her butler and footmen, who efficiently unloaded the baggage as Jim directed them. Elizabeth hurried towards her son, Reginald, and taking his hands in hers, she kissed them gently. “Darling, it is so good to see you. I have missed you,” she said, her voice filled with emotion.

“And I have missed you as well,” Reginald replied, kissing her on the cheek.

Turning to his friends, Reginald introduced them, “I would like you to meet my good friends: this is Alexander Blackwell, and these two are Omar and Kareem Hassan.”

“It’s very nice to meet you all,” Elizabeth said warmly. “I am sorry, but I must steal Reginald away. James will see to all your needs.” With that, she led Reginald into the manor and into the living room, where they sat down on a love seat.

The housekeeper, looking visibly upset, entered the room, and set a tray on a low table in front of them. “Thank you very much, Mary,” Elizabeth said. Mary curtsied and left the room.

Elizabeth poured tea into the cups; her hands steady despite the turmoil in her eyes. She took a sip, then set her cup down. “Reginald, I am so sorry, but I have some very bad news.” Tears began to stream down her face, and she dabbed at them with her handkerchief. She took a moment to compose herself before continuing.

The room was filled with an oppressive silence, broken only by the sound of Elizabeth's sobs. The heavy drapes muffled the outside world, creating a cocoon of grief around them. Elizabeth’s voice trembled as she recounted the tragic events. “Your father, as you know, was ever the hunter. He loved it. He had gone boar hunting with the hunt master and two other men. They came upon a boar, and it charged the horse your father was on. The horse threw him, and then the boar gored him. Now he is dying.” She could no longer contain herself and broke down in sobs, tears flowing freely.

Reginald was in complete shock. He held his mother tightly, struggling to process the devastating news. “Oh my God, Mother, oh my God!” he exclaimed, tears streaming down his face. The weight of the moment pressed heavily on them both, their grief intertwining as they clung to each other for comfort. At last, they had cried out all the tears that they could.

The room felt colder, the once warm and inviting manor now a place of sorrow. Reginald gently helped Elizabeth to a chair, her frail frame shaking with each sob. He knelt beside her, his own tears still flowing. "We need to be strong, Mother," he whispered, his voice cracking with emotion. "Father would want us to be strong."

Elizabeth nodded weakly, her eyes red and swollen. "I know, Reginald. But it's so hard. He was everything to me, to us."

Reginald took her hand, squeezing it gently. "We'll get through this, Mother. We must. For him."

Their conversation was interrupted by the sound of footsteps approaching. The door creaked open, and Alexander, Omar, and Kareem entered, their faces etched with concern. Alexander spoke first, his voice soft and reassuring. "We heard the news. We're so sorry."

Omar stepped forward, placing a comforting hand on Reginald's shoulder. "We're here for you, Reggi. Whatever you need."

Kareem nodded in agreement; his eyes filled with sympathy. "We'll get through this together."

Reginald took a deep breath, feeling the weight of their support. "Thank you, all of you. Your presence means a lot."

Elizabeth looked up, her eyes meeting those of her son's friends. "Thank you for being here," she said, her voice still trembling but filled with gratitude. "We need all the support we can get."

The group stood together, united in their shared grief and determination. The manor, once a place of joy and laughter, now felt heavy with loss. But in that moment, surrounded by loved ones, there was a glimmer of hope. They would face the future together, drawing strength from each other and the memories of the man they had loved so dearly.

The sense of homecoming, mingled with the sorrow of loss, marked a turning point in their lives. The manor, with its rich history and cherished memories, stood as a reminder of the resilience and love that bound them together. As they faced the days ahead, they knew that their bond, forged through shared experiences and unwavering support, would see them through the darkest of times.

Reginald’s voice trembled as he spoke, “I must see him, Mother… I do not know what I shall do… I would never have…”

They stood and held each other tightly. His mother, trying to be strong, said, “We must be strong, as hard as it is. Your father would have wanted that.”

“Of course, you are right, Mother. I must see him, please.”

With that, she took him by the hand and led him to the bedroom. As they entered, they saw two doctors standing by, looking grim. The room was filled with a heavy silence, broken only by the faint ticking of a clock. The curtains were drawn, casting a somber light over the scene.

Elizabeth introduced the doctors to Reginald, her voice steady despite the emotion in her eyes. “This is Dr. John Strom.” Reginald shook his hand, feeling the firm grip of a man who had seen much in his profession. “And this is Dr. John Steele.” He shook his hand as well, noting the solemn expressions on both doctors' faces.

Dr. Strom spoke first, his voice calm and measured. “Reginald, your father has been through a traumatic ordeal. We are doing everything we can to keep him comfortable.”

Dr. Steele added, “We’ll be here with him, monitoring his condition closely. If there's anything you need or any questions you have, please don't hesitate to ask.”

Reginald nodded, his mind racing with the gravity of the situation. He turned to his mother, who stood by his side, her strength evident despite her weariness. “Thank you, doctors,” he managed to say, his voice thick with emotion.

Reginald, his voice filled with concern, asked the doctors, “How is my father doing? Is he in pain?”

Dr. Strom replied, “There is no hope. It is only a matter of time before he passes away. We have him on opiates to ease his pain.” The doctor looked sad, sharing in their sorrow.

Reginald felt a wave of grief wash over him. He held his mother’s hand tightly, drawing strength from her presence as they faced this heartbreaking moment together.

Reginald walked over to the bed where his father lay, his heart heavy with sorrow. Taking his father’s hand, he fell to his knees and prayed as he had never prayed before. His whispered words were filled with desperation and hope, seeking a miracle in this darkest hour.

In his anguish, Reginald called upon Khonsu, the ancient Egyptian god of the moon and time, pleading for his father’s life. As if in response, a calm, ethereal voice filled the room that he could only hear, resonating with ancient wisdom. “In the face of death, there is nothing I can do,” Khonsu spoke gently. “It is part of life, and it leads to the afterlife where he will live again, as it should be.”

Reginald felt a profound sense of peace wash over him, mingling with his grief. He understood that his father’s journey was not ending but transforming into something eternal. Holding his father’s hand, he found solace in the belief that they would be reunited in the afterlife, where love and life continue beyond the mortal realm.

Reginald could hear his mother sobbing softly in the background, her grief echoing his own. He stayed by his father’s side for over an hour, holding his hand and whispering prayers. The room was filled with a heavy silence, broken only by the occasional sound of his mother’s tears.

Finally, his mother came over and gently placed her hand on his shoulder. “Are you all right, my sweet one?” she asked, her voice trembling with concern.

Reginald answered honestly, “No, Mother, I am not, and I may never be again.” He would have cried if he had any tears left, but he felt utterly drained, as he stood together in their shared sorrow, finding a small measure of comfort in each other’s presence. The weight of their loss was immense, but in that moment, they knew they were not alone.

Reginald left the room without a word, his eyes blank and filled with unbelievable sadness. The butler, James, was waiting just outside, his expression one of quiet concern.

“James, could you have tea served in the dining room and ask my friends to join me there, please?” Reginald requested, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Yes, Master Thorne, I shall,” James replied with a respectful nod.

Reginald made his way to the dining room, each step feeling heavier than the last. He took a seat at the long table, laying his head down on his arms, and waited. The weight of his grief pressed down on him, making it hard to think or feel anything but the overwhelming sadness.

Shortly, the footmen arrived with the tea. Reginald thanked them quietly and sent them away, preferring to be alone with his thoughts for a moment longer. The familiar ritual of tea provided a small comfort, a semblance of normalcy in a world that had suddenly become so uncertain. He waited for his friends, hoping their presence might offer some solace in this dark time.

At last, the three friends showed up and they were shocked at what they saw. Alex sat down in the chair next to Reginald and took his hand and kissed him. That made Reggi looked at Alex with a sad smile. And Alex was shocked yet again.