The Prophecy (The Guardians) (3 page)

“So what can I help with?” Rachel called out after him.

“Oh, ummm…. Well—” Gabe stammered, unsure how to respond.
 
He really just wanted her to stay out of his way.
 
“I don’t know exactly.
 
I suppose just make yourself at home.
 
I have work to do.”

“What are you doing?” Rachel asked eagerly.

“Excuse me?” Gabe couldn’t help sounding agitated.

“Sorry, I don’t mean to be rude, but ever since I met Uri, I get a little freaked out being alone.
 
Seems like when I am alone, things try to kill me.”

“Funny, things always tried to kill me when I was with Uri.” Gabe added.

“Are you doing anything I can help with?” Rachel asked with a half-smile and raised eye brow.

“Oh, well I’m working in the garden this morning.
 
I suppose you can come help.
 
Just weeding and watering, nothing glamorous.” Gabe replied, continuing to walk towards the day’s work that awaited him.
 
He viewed Rachel as a delicate flower, certain that an hour under the hot sun would result in her wilting, running off to seek refuge in the shade of the cabin.

He was wrong.
 
Much to his surprise, Rachel jumped in head first.
 
They barely spoke besides the general niceties they would exchange about the serene location or beautiful weather.
 
As long as she remained silent for the most part, Gabe was actually grateful for the helping hand.

Rachel made several trips to the stream to collect water, one of Gabe’s least favorite chores.
 
During her return trip with the buckets she noticed an odd shaped half tree.
 
Eager for a break, she set the water down and went to investigate.
 
Much to her delight, Rachel discovered a treat she had not expected.
 
Carved into the front of the withered and dead tree stump was a woman’s face.
 
The detail was enchanting and Rachel lost track of time as she studied the piece.
 
The eyes were large and open, looking up to the sky, the lips full, and the face round.
 
Locks of hair were carved with such intricacy they looked as though they might be real.

It wasn’t long before Gabe noticed Rachel had gone missing.
 
Remembering his promise to Uri to look after the girl, he set off searching for her.
 
“Rachel.”
 
He called out coming over the hill side, annoyed she had interrupted his busy day of chores.

Hearing her host beckoning her, Rachel stood.
 
Waving her arms wildly, she cried out, “Over here, look what I found.”

Gabe already knew what she had discovered though.
 
He had carved the sculpture of Sophie soon after arriving to the valley.
 
He knew if Rachel searched hard enough, she would find similar carvings of Uri, Dina, Raimie, Haim, and even Michael.

Loneliness had consumed Gabe a long time ago, the carvings were an effort to remember a life lost.
 
Some days were so hard for him that he would even talk to the carvings.
 
He didn’t want to explain all of this, or his possible insanity to Rachel, so he simply turned and walked back to the garden without a word.

Several minutes later, Rachel came running over the hillside after him, “Gabe, did you hear me?
 
Gabe?”
 
He still said nothing, just continued walking until he reached his tools, and began digging up a particularly large and nasty deep rooted weed.

Rachel reached Gabe’s side, and slightly out of breath blurted, “Couldn’t you hear me?”

Gabe just shook his head hoping she would give up.

“Just over the hill there is this fantastic carving of a young girl in a tree.
 
You have to see it.” Rachel explained.

“I know.” Gabe replied flatly, continuing with his work.

“You’ve seen it?
 
It’s amazing, isn’t it?
 
Do you know where it came from?”
 
Rachel asked, wondering why this man was being so mysterious.
 
Gabe still said nothing and continued working diligently.

Rachel reached out and grabbing Gabe’s hands, stopped his work.
 
Her touch made his heart flutter.
 
He assumed it was simply the lack of human contact in recent years.
 
“Gabe, is everything ok?”

“Fine, just a lot to do.
 
I need to get back to work.” Gabe replied.
 
“Now please, let me be!”

As if a light went off in her head Rachel asked, “You did the carving, didn’t you?”

Gabe still could not form a verbal response and simply nodded his head yes.

“Who was she?” Rachel asked calmly.

Gabe hesitated; he did not want to share his story with this girl.
 
He did not know her, and he certainly did not want to get to know her.
 
He just wanted to do his work until Uri returned, and then she would be out of his life forever.

“I’m sorry, is this upsetting to you?” Rachel inquired seeing Gabe’s discomfort.

“No, of course not, why would it upset me?” Gabe snapped instinctively.
 
Gabe couldn’t admit, even to himself, that any part of his history at Rampart still bothered him.

“I don’t know, but you seemed to get pretty tense when I asked about the carving.
 
It’s no big deal.
 
You don’t have to talk about it.
 
I just thought it was pretty amazing, that’s all.”
 
Rachel replied, walking past him and picking up the bucket she had set down earlier.
 
Pouring the water into the larger container, she turned to walk back to the stream.

“It’s none of your business.
 
Perhaps as a guest you should learn to respect people’s privacy.”
 
Gabe took a deep breath, studying the clumps of dirt around his feet.
 
He wanted to tell Rachel that she wasn’t welcome, that her presence was just an annoyance.
 
Though, no matter how much he wanted to tell her that, he did not.

Rachel yelled over her shoulder as she continued to walk away, “Fine, you don’t have to worry about me getting in your way.
 
So sorry!”

Rachel’s tone made it evident to Gabe that his response had outraged her.
 
Looking back to the earth and continuing his work, he was determined not to chase after her.
 
She was a guest in his home.
 
He was not about to feel bad about correcting her for snooping.
 
It was bad enough her mere presence was putting him in danger, now she was going to pry into his personal life.
 
The thoughts racing through Gabe’s mind only served to aggravate him more.

CHAPTER THREE

Gabe wiped the sweat from his brow with his forearm.
 
He had managed to keep his thoughts on his work rather than the argument he had earlier with Rachel.
 
She had disappeared from his presence hours ago and since then, he had not seen a trace of her.
 
He smirked, pleased with himself and the fact that it took such little effort on his part to enrage the girl.
 
He saw her as silly, and insignificant.
 
Her reaction simply solidified his opinion of her.

No matter how much she irritated him though, he had agreed to watch over her until Uri’s return.
 
Reluctantly, Gabe walked to his cabin to ensure Rachel was tucked away safely inside.
 
He was not looking forward to the conversation that would inevitably ensue.
 
She would want to discuss the argument, her feelings, and how they could correct the problem with their relationship.
 
The problem was that Gabe wanted no sort of relationship with her, friendship or any other kind.
 
He simply wanted her gone.

Scooping a handful of water from the rain barrel that was positioned at the corner of the cabin, Gabe attempted to cool himself before entering the door.
 
He did not know Rachel very well, but assumed her behavior would be similar to most women he encountered.
 
As soon as he stepped foot inside she would attack, not allowing him to get in a word, at least that was what he imagined.

Gabe inhaled, his hand hovering over the door handle for a moment before reaching out and pushing it open with a huff.
 
Stepping inside, Gabe quickly glanced around, a look of surprise filling his eyes.
 
Rachel was nowhere to be found.
 
He looked under the table, the butterflies filling his stomach.
 
He had not desired to have an argument with Rachel, but this was so much worse.
 
Losing her was not an option; he could not let Uri down this way.

Confirming she was not in the cabin, Gabe raced to the door. Gripping the frame firmly as he leaned out, he shouted.
 
“Rachel!
 
Rachel!”

Waiting a moment, listening, he heard nothing.
 
Gabe’s stomach began twisting, he feared initially it was one of his auguries, but instead discounted it as nerves.
 
Clearly if something really was wrong, I would have felt it when it happened, right?
 
He tried to convince himself.

Gabe raced to the table.
 
Pushing it aside, he grabbed a small latch that was tucked away on the floor, pulling up to expose the hidden compartment.
 
Inside rested his family sword; a piece he had not laid eyes on since he had hidden it away nearly a year ago.
 
Gabe grasped it tightly in his hands as he rescued it from its dark hole.
 
The sword began to glow a brilliant blue and a warmth rushed over his body.
 
He had forgotten the feeling, the way that when he held the weapon, it felt like he was a little more complete, like a limb had been reattached.

Gabe slid the leather strap over his head, allowing the sword to come to rest on his hip.
 
He turned, and making great haste, exited the front door.
 
Looking from side to side for any sign of where Rachel may have gone, he decided on a path.
 
Without anything telling him which direction to go, Gabe trusted his instincts and took off towards the south side of the cabin.
 
He would search the woods until he reached the riverbed.
 
Rachel was not familiar with a lot of the territory in the valley, so he decided he would visit the places he knew she was familiar with.
 
He just hoped he could find her before nightfall.
 
Though the wolves did not worry him, he did not think she would have the skills to fend off the wild creatures in their own territory.

“Rachel, can you hear me?” Gabe called out as he emerged from the tree line.
 
As the water came into view, he remembered this had been the exact location Rachel had done her dance with the butterflies.
 
Now that she was missing, Gabe was regretting that he had upset her so deeply.
 
He didn’t know why he had to push everyone so far away from him; he had been like that longer than he could remember.

“Rachel!” Gabe cried angrily, consumed by aggravation about the situation.

Still, there was only silence in response.
 
Suddenly all of the disastrous possibilities began to filter through his thoughts.
 
Though his tiny valley had provided him with a shield from the demons to track him thanks to the copper in the hillsides, it posed countless other threats.
 
The rocky areas of the cliff sides were far beyond stable from all the mining that had occurred years ago.
 
They were also a minefield of rattlesnakes, ready to pounce.
 
Then there were the mines themselves, recklessly abandoned air shafts.
 
There was no way she would have ventured that far, right?
Gabe told himself.

Gabe continued to search the waterside for a few more minutes until he decided it best to put his mind at ease and search the area surrounding the abandoned copper mines.
 
He hadn’t visited the areas much.
 
When he first had arrived to the valley, he hid away some of his belongings that he had collected and brought with him from Rampart, unable to give them up and also unable to look at them every day.
 
Gabe approached the first mine.
 
Pressing against the wooden slats that covered the entrance, Gabe yelled, “Rachel?”

Listening to his echo, he waited for a response.
 
After a moment he moved on, by the time he reached the third opening he began doubting his approach.
 
Perhaps she was already back at the cabin waiting for him.
 
Gabe carefully climbed the steep hillside that led to the next mining cave.
 
He remembered when he had made this same climb a year ago; this had been where he tucked away all the treasures from his past.

Grabbing a hold of a boulder, Gabe pulled his weight up onto the flat ground outside the open cave.
 
Gabe saw the boards lying off to the side that he had pried loose when he first had discovered the place.
 
They were now weathered and heavily rotted from lying in the dirt.
 
Gabe leaned in, expecting to find nothing just as he had in the last two caves.
 
The light beamed in all around his head, he opened his mouth to shout Rachel’s name, but the word stuck in his throat.

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