Red thru Black

The first words of his father’s journal came across, as if they meant, as spoken, and not read. They were as follows; “Amos, to your sister, I hold the most of heralded of not ions, for I know her value. I am sorry son, for I cannot be with you on your journey. Nevertheless, you must find her, and join her. Encased in this work, Son is everything you need to find her.” Amos Ellis Jr sat contemplating his life. He contemplated the lying by parents that were supposed to be his. However, he had his father’s journal that somehow mysteriously fell into his lap. With it depicted his true heritage. He had a name to depend upon. John Howard was apparently his real father’s deepest friend. His father had kept the secret for so long, even unto death. Amos knew nothing of it until he looked into the heart of his father’s journal. John revealed Amos’ truth to him later on when Amos finally grew the courage to seek him out. That was when Amos learned of “The Killian Dawn”. It was a book, John told Amos he needed to get his hands on. He said it was of the utmost importance to his and a lot of other’s cause. It was then that Amos discovered his true calling, but only glimpsed by him at that moment. John, however, could only tell him so much. He told Amos that he would have to discover the rest. However, he did mention that his truth surpassed his supposed Dawn Keeper side. Amos thought about what he did to the Ellis’, not his brother, but not because he did not want to. He just did not have the opportunity. He thought about how Mick had evaded him. Moreover, now, Amos had to leave. He knew Mick was aware of what he had done. Regretfully, Amos realized he should have started his killing off with Mick instead of the mother, then the father. In the midst of that moment, Amos could not help but consider what his father wrote. He thought about those words. “Evil is that which is designed by the act of not taking responsibility, when what should be done, is not. That leaves the moment and future up to chance. Whether Treader or Dawn Keeper, it did not matter, what should be done has not been.” Amos thought about those final words his real father wrote. Then, what came next really struck him to the point of confusion. “This is all knowledge owed to the great Sacrealle.” Now, who was Sacrealle, Amos pondered. After giving it much deliberation, he finally had to stop wondering. His father never went into anything much about Sacrealle in the previous parts of the journal. There was, as well much, left to ponder about whom Sacrealle actually is. However, with what his father wrote, he implied that Amos knew or would eventually. Amos considered that, but not at long lengths. The time had come for him to do what he needed to do. He also left to find her, his sister, as his father had told him to do. Then, he discovered his journey continued further than he had anticipated. A more youthful Mick Ellis stood on the porch of his father’s friend, Denton Bean. It was morning, early, and a bit cooler than earlier days. He guessed autumn was on its way. Mick was unkempt, as he stood on the porch. His hair was dirty. He dirtied himself from lying in dirt at times, spending his nights in the woods away from the last place his father called home. He stood there at Denton’s place anticipating what he knew he had to do. He had the picture his father gave him. He had her name, but that was all he had. In the end, as his father said, his heart would lead him where he needed to be to find her. As he stood, seemingly a solid man from the youth he knew of himself, Denton, a mild mannered, shrouded keeper, approached Mick from behind. He noticed his unkempt form. He reaffixed his long, dark hair, as he spoke sullenly. Denton had some kind of Indian blood in him. However, his skin was lighter than his heritage indicated. “I’m sorry to hear about your father, Mick, but you know that is what we Dawn Keepers go through.” Denton, still very young in contrast to Mick’s father, stood a man yet. Denton was older than Mick, but more by Dawn Keeper knowledge than by age. Actually, Denton and Harvey Ellis technically, for their roles, as Dawn Keepers were the opposite. Denton was older than Harvey was for his knowledge in the ways of the Dawn Keepers. At least he thought he was older for it. In contrast to Denton, the Ellis family had a secret he did not know about. In that moment, Denton had a secret that he shared briefly with Mick. He spoke with his usual low, deep tone. “Mick, there is something I need to share with you.” Mick turned slowly to face Denton. He peered at him through the despondency of losing both his mother and father, in what felt to him, was at the same time. He seemed distracted, but Denton understood. Mick spoke. “I’m sorry Denton; my attention is not what it usually is.” Denton understood him easily. The battle with Treaders was a costly one. “Mick, I have come to hold a book. I hear even Julius Caesar himself once held it. Further, I do not even know why I am telling you this because it has been a directive never to share its presence with anyone. However, with what has happened to your father, I think there might be some knowledge of its existence, and its presence in my house. It concerns me, as I think that is why what happened to your father, cost him what it did.” Mick eyed Denton, as he spoke.