Derrick’s Dishonesty Brings Forth Laya’s Wrath and Lesson a Short Story from The Blended Lives Chronicles #Anger, #DisAbility, #Emotions, #MentalIllness

Derrick’s Dishonesty Brings Forth Laya’s Wrath and Lesson a Short Story from The Blended Lives Chronicles #Anger, #DisAbility, #Emotions, #MentalIllness

Hello, everyone. I hope this post finds you well.

Earlier today, in a momentary reaction to something which brought forth a brief and painful sadness, I was inspired to write the following short story.

We open with Randle Jennings commander of the Order of the Night conducting a meeting. He has come to possess a brief snippet of Laya’s journal, and though he understands the deeper meaning it holds, he decides it’s time to facilitate a situation where Derrick is forced to face the whole of his and Laya’s past once and for all.

Randle knows, it is Laya’s deepest desire to have Derrick answer her questions in full. He realizes if he does not, it could undo everything which has gone before and literally change history in time.

Laya knows, she must not only unearth all Derrick’s secrets, but that she also must teach him and others when her emotional reactions are normal and when they and Derrick must be concerned.

And so, begins the first lesson. Let us join them to see what might take place.

Derrick’s Dishonesty Brings Forth Laya’s Wrath and Lesson

‘A Short Story from The Blended Lives Chronicles Series

Saturn’s Day, May 11, 2062

Moon Phase Waxing Crescent

Atmospheric Condition Magnetic Storm

Randle stood at the end of the table, communicator in his hand. The members surrounded him on all sides. Waiting with some anxiety for his word.

“Derrick.” He snapped. “Have you read this journal entry Laya wrote?”

“No.” Derrick snapped back in a crisp tone. “I do not intrude on her privacy. And you should not either.”

“Normally I would not. But the reports Wolverine and Teresa write are disturbing to the point of need to know. Please, Derrick? Read this for Laya’s sake. This plan you’ve created. It’s incorrect. She is your mate. This must not stand.”

Derrick took the communicator from his leader’s trembling hands. He’d not seen Randle tremble over anything since Wolverine’s parents had died. Seeing it now gave him pause. He felt afraid. This was something he didn’t feel often. Had he known his leader’s true feelings and thoughts at that moment, he too would’ve trembled.

Derrick stood, then as he began to take in her words he sat, his face paling with every word read.

From the Journal of the High Priestess Lady Laya MoonWalker

She sat at her desk; face buried in her robe. Her shoulders trembled with sobs as she whispered in desperation, “Is it too much to want to be held and loved by someone strong and capable. Someone who knows how to be a companion. A friend. Not someone who immediately wants to leap in bed. Just someone who would understand. Someone with whom I could create, then cultivate a loving forever relationship with. I thought that had happened here.

I ruin it every time I’m around such a person. I can’t even manage a regular acquaintance, or friendship. I’m broken. I drive those away. The good ones, the smart ones, those who can, have, and do, go anywhere, and do anything they set their heart on. If life should toss them a curve ball, they’re the kind who have the wit and resources with which to rebuild.

Those are the kinds I will never be allowed to have. Some would say this is defeating behavior. I know it’s true. I’m used up. Done. My day has passed, and now all I have are my words, and nowhere appropriate to put them. I write them,” she cries. “I write, blog, publish, speak, beg, scream, just want someone to allow all of me.

Be yourself.” She laughs. “Ha! Be yourself? I, me, be myself? Nobody, least of all me, wants me to be myself.

Her shoulders shake now. Tears flow down. Her robe is wet. She does not care. The burden is too much to continue to carry. She must release it. She knows she must go forward. Forward for her dog, her people, her mate, wherever he is. Where did he go? Why? Why did he go? Why did he leave me here in this dreadful place alone?

She thinks and quickly dismisses all these thoughts.

She knows she must be strong.

“Oh! Goddess! From where am I to receive strength? I can read the teachings. I can speak with the other priestesses, but I cannot find the peace I seek. Where oh mother? Please Oh Mother! Guide me forward. Forward into your capable embrace. Forward into his unconditional loving embrace. Bring me to the one I love. The one I am to love. Blessid Be. Blessid Be Oh Mother.”

“Do you see now why I’m concerned?” Randle asked in a gentler tone.

“Yes.” Derrick answered, dread filling his heart.

“The most disturbing part of that is how she flashes from first to third person. She is definitely struggling. But Randle, for this plan to work, she must appear completely heartbroken. If I alert her to my whereabouts and wellbeing, she will not carry that off. Laya is,”

“More capable than you give her credit for.” Laya demanded as she shifted into the room. “How dare you!”

Thunder rattled the windows with her fury, but for once, Randle only stood by watching with a look of calm interest on his face.

Derrick turned to her, opened his mouth to speak and found he could not.

“You will listen to me Derrick Gibbous. You will answer my questions, and you will, as I have stated before, do it in my place of choosing and on my terms. We have reached that place and terms. I have chosen.

Thunder crashed violently across the sky. Jagged flashes of angry red lightning flash before and after every crash.

For a moment no one spoke then Randle said, “All in favor of a questioning of Derrick Gibbous second in command of the Order and mate to Laya MoonWalker Gibbous?”

“I!” roard the members, in answer to their leader’s question.

All opposed?

Silence met his question with a finality like no stone wall could provide.

“Derrick Gibbous, second in command of the Order I Randle Jennings your commander and blood father remand you into the custody of High Priestess Lady Laya Moonwalker Gibbous for questioning both privately and publicly according to her choosing and method.”

Terrance Clevenger stood, “Permission to speak?”

“Granted.” Randle replied.

“I believe he should be released from his gag and allowed to answer under his own power to the charge.”

“So granted.” Randle said. “Laya, remove the flow of air.”

Laya did so, and after a few deep breaths to calm his voice Derrick said, “I accept your demand and decree. I ask you forgive me and my shortcomings.”

Laying a loving hand on his arm Laya stated, “Your honesty is required once and for all. Nothing else will stand. Our responsibility as a couple is deep and treacherous; we must stand true. Do you agree?”

“Yes. I will answer all you ask without need of force.”

Laya turned to her guard. “Take him to my personal chamber under my art room please? Ward the door and always keep one guard on that door and do not underestimate Mister Gibbous no matter what he says about his agreement. Do as I say or face my wrath. Now, be gone with you. I will be there shortly. All of you thought I was falling apart because I sat at my desk and had a moment of exhausted weakness. Not one of you can stand before me and say you have not had such moments. Every time someone with mental illness has an emotional reaction does not mean they’re having a mental episode. In my heart, I know what I believe negatively about myself is not necessarily true. But once my disappointment in myself is voiced I can then release it, work on the parts I feel worthy of change for my own good and leave the rest as they are or dismiss them all together. I wrote in pros and poetry. Something you wouldn’t necessarily understand. You, you of the Order, you’ve some magik, but you do not have my kind of magik. Leave off what you cannot understand. Next time, seek the council of Mother Crone. Do not mistake me or my authority.”

Who are these people? Who are Derrick, Laya, Randle, Terrance Clevenger, Wolverine and Teresa? Who is Mother Crone? What is the Order of the Night?

Find the answers to these and more questions below.

Please note, the above writing has not yet appeared in The Blended Lives Chronicles series.

The cover is a deep, candy apple red, with the title, The Blended Lives Chronicles: Sides of the Order at the top in white text. At the bottom is the author’s name, Patty L. Fletcher, also typed in white. Above the author’s name and below the title of the book is a white skeleton key, taking up about 3/4 of the cover space.

Lady Laya MoonWalker is a well respected author and magazine owner and a high priestess in the magickal community. After a drawn-out battle with the forces of dark magik, she has come into her own. She lives and works on Planet Korponious, where she is the owner and creator of an Interplanetary Magazine called “Blended Lives Chronicles.” Her mission is to blend the lines of race, creed, and disability that separate so many and to elevate the recognition of the training and ability of Service Animals of all kinds to a new level. She has just been accepted into the Blended Lives Federation and now hopes to continue her work in a way like nothing known to her before.

Laya has created a lot of wreckage along the way through her dark journey into the light, and now she wishes to set this to right. She has just received her best break ever. Frank Prince, the CEO of The Blended Lives Learning Center, has invited her to the Celtic New Year Convention and Witches Ball as a reporter to write a story on the progress of The Blended Lives Planetary Federation. She will be their guest speaker at the opening ceremonies

When Laya arrives at the Celtic Convention, she finds herself face to face with an old and dear friend, Blended Lives Learning Center Instructor and member of the Order of the Night, Derrick Gibbous. As they begin to connect, causing old sparks to reignite, they are tossed into a nasty battle from which not everyone will escape. People are not as they seem, and not everyone supports the side for which they appear to work.

As their love for one another grows, so does the battle. Despite everything, Laya and Derrick are determined to see their work to unite beings of all kinds succeed.

About the Author

Patty L. Fletcher lives in Kingsport Tennessee where she works full time as a Writer with the goal of bridging the great chasm which separates the disAbled from the non-disAbled. She is Also a Social Media Marketing Assistant.

Patty has written and published several works of fiction and nonfiction. She has been featured in several anthologies and created and published The Writer’s Grapevine Magazine.

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