Episode one continued from previous posting 
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A church building in North East England
Colonel Samuel Peters gathered his thoughts as he sat on the front pew in the old church building staring at the stained glass window above the altar as various members of the extended Green family left the church building at the end of the memorial service for Jenny Green.
A man of the colonel’s age came and sat beside him, “Thank you for that eulogy for our Jenny Colonel” he told the colonel
“It was the least I could do sir” Samuel replied in a subdued voice, then he added, “You raised a fine daughter sir”
The man looked at the ground, “Catharine and I did our best like any parent does” he replied wistfully
“I had a daughter once myself” Samuel replied
“Had?” queried Jenny’s father
“She along with her mother in the late nineties were killed by a DUI” Samuel answered
“I’m sorry” Jenny’s father responded, then he asked, “How old was she”
“Ten” Samuel replied
“That’s has to be worse Colonel” Jenny’s father answered and shook his head, “At least our Jenny had a chance to grow up and do something with her life”
“That she did sir” Samuel replied, “I just wish we had been able to find her body”
“I know” her father replied, “Catharine and I do understand, that was a very powerful lorry bomb to take out a building like that, there were bound to be only body parts left after that”
“That’s very understanding of you sir” Samuel replied
With that Jenny’s father made his excuses and left the colonel sitting in the church, staring at the stain glass, remembering his wife and daughter.
“Sir” came a female voice he did not recognise.
Samuel stood up and turned around and there standing in the aisle in bare feet and wrapped in nothing but a very light white hooded dress was what appeared to be a young teenage girl.
“May I help you mam?” The colonel asked
“They’re not dead sir” the young teenager said in a strange European accent that sounded almost like the elvish that was spoken on the Mystical Realms.
“Sorry?” Samuel said, confused. Something about this teenager seemed odd.
“Your friends for whom you are grieving” the teenager persisted, “They are not dead”
Samuel thought for a moment, this teenager must be referring to his former right hand man, Marine Commander Mark Johnston, and Jenny Green, whose eulogy he had given. Samuel shook his head, “I was there, and I saw it happen”
“Sir” the teenager insisted, “I do not know what you thought you saw, but they are not dead, their threads are not cut”
A chill went down the colonel’s back, this teenager was not who she seemed. “What do you mean their threads are not cut? Who are you?” he demanded
“I am one of three sisters, sir” the teenager replied, “We normally would deal with the lives and deaths of all, but for the last several years we have been living in exile here on the orders of that tyrant, the Lord Low Troll”
The Lord Low Troll?
Samuel then remembered, the Lord Low Troll was the father of the Clan Chief of the Manjura, the troll clan that now guarded the dimension jump orbs that facilitated travel between Earth and the Mystical Realms. The Lord Low Troll had been considered a vain tyrant ruling the Mystical Realms with a rod of iron, nothing like his son, but he had been dead for over two years, one of the first victims of the troll and orc civil war
“Sir” the teenager pressed, “We are in danger, and possibly all of you”
“I don’t understand” Samuel told her, “Why are you still here?”
“I came to you to get help sir, I tried to contact Mr Andrews with whom we were involved a number of years ago, but I was told he and his family were visiting his sister and their children in a place called New Zealand. It was suggested I seek you out instead sir. Please sir, someone is after us, and they have one of my sisters but not the eldest who we believe they really want”
The colonel shook his head, she had obviously misunderstood his question, “Sorry mam, but I meant that since the Lord Low Troll is dead, why have you not returned to the Mystical Realms.”
The teenager shook her head, “I did not know he was dead sir, but even so, his son the Prince Low Troll will probably still be in charge and enforcing our warrant of exile, I understood he shared his father’s belief that there should be no interference with the people of your world”
Samuel rolled his eyes up for a moment and sighed, “The Prince Low Troll gave up that title over a year ago, and he goes by the title of Clan Chief of the Manjura now. He has no power like his father did, you could all probably return. I could even arrange to get in touch with him and if required get you some kind of pardon to get your exile rescinded”
“That would be most gracious of you sir” The teenager replied, “But one of my sisters has been taken, by humans I believe and we do not know where she is being held. We were told that your former place called the Facility used to do such things, and if it was your people, please we were not causing any trouble sir, we were only doing the job we were assigned at our beginning”
At this the teenager got down on her knees and pleaded, “If it was your organisation sir we will do anything. I will even share my physical body with you for your pleasure if that is what you desire” she then offered, and then crossed her arms started to lift up the thin dress she was wearing, revealing she had nothing on underneath.
Samuel shook his head again, this teenage being was so desperate, she was even offering
sexual favours. Gently Samuel took hold of her arms to stop her pulling her dress off and pulled the teenager to her feet, “You don’t need to share your body with me or anyone else” he told her quietly then went on, “and as for taking people like you, we don’t do that any more that happened under a former management. Besides, the Facility is no longer there, it was destroyed by the cult of the Magnus Timor using a lorry bomb”
The teenager put her hand to her mouth in horror, “I am deeply sorry, my elder sister did say she had been given a large assignment and my other sister the one who has been taken was upset about what was to be. They do not tell me everything”
Samuel frowned, “We were told it was the work of the Magnus Timor cult, which thankfully has been eradicated since I took that S O B down”
The teenager looked down at the floor of the church, “They probably were sir. We do not cause these things as far as I know, although some blame us, we just chart them and apportion out paths as we are ordered”
Samuel was beginning to get curious about this visitor “So which spirit are you? And are you a major or a minor one?” he asked her gently
The teenager looked up at him with tears in her eyes, “Please sir, we are neither spirits of vice or virtue sir” she replied, “Our job is to measure out the span and chart the life path of mortals such as your self, and other beings on our world, right until the end of their allotted span. We never asked for this job sir, we were ordered to do it”
“So someone has kidnapped your sister” Samuel asked
“Yes sir”
“I assume you have been living here in human form”
“Yes sir, we have been living here as your kind and when we can, tending to our duties, hoping one day we could go home”
“So” Samuel asked, “any chance this could not be related at all to your work. Could this be a matter for the local police?”
“No sir, the way that my sister was taken using a crystal imprisoning rod means they were after us for who we are” The teenager replied
“Imprisoning rod?” Samuel said in astonishment, “But those are used by elves to capture malignant spirits of vice”
“I know sir” answered the teenager, “But this one was being used by a human, and he was trying to take me, when my sister got in the way of the beam to protect me” At this the teenager looked at the floor, “I suppose it is my fault our middle sister is gone”
“Middle sister?” Samuel repeated out loud, “I seem to remember that designation being used of an infamous major spirit of vice.”
“That was the Spirit of Lust sir, and she we know of” the teenager responded with desperation in her voice and looking back up at Samuel, “My middle sister had a run in with her many years ago, she tried to arrange for the new born twins of her friend to be carried to this world and safety from her, but only one could be delivered to the humans in time by the fairies”
Samuel shook his head in recognition, “You’re talking about the former spirits of Fancying and Fidelity” he said then started to say, “which makes you” but he was interrupted
“Yes sir, but why do you say former? They are not dead, their threads are uncut”
“Because” explained Samuel, “They gave up spirit-hood and became normal humans”
“Well sir, they are in grave danger too from these men who have taken my middle sister, for one of those twins may still have the knowledge to track me and my remaining sister down”
“And?” Samuel asked
“And sir” if they capture my elder sister, then whoever is after us will have the power of death over every human on Earth and every being on the Mystical Realms”
“We better go” Samuel told her then added, “I was supposed to fly back to DC tomorrow, but as soon as we get back to my hotel, I will let them know of a side trip to Ireland, and then I better get in contact with the G2 over there”
“Thank you sir” The teenager replied, “And then I will need to contact my remaining sister”
“That would be a plan” Samuel concurred, “Maybe we can get you both a protection detail, and G2 could confirm that you will be free to return to the Mystical Realms”
The teenager just nodded and followed the colonel as they both left the church building. The sun was beginning to set, as they stood out side. Samuel pulled out his cell phone to call a taxi to the hotel and then took off his jacket and insisted that the teenager put it on, as she was shivering on the steps of the church building.
The colonel seemed oblivious to the gun sight of a rifle being targeted at his head.
To be continued