The Prophecy (The Guardians)

Chapter THIRTEEN



Rachel awoke, the sunlight peeking through the cracks of the cabin wall. Sitting up slowly she realized she was alone. As she thought of Gabe and wondered where he could be, she couldn’t help but smile. She envisioned his strong jaw, brilliant blue eyes, the way his lip curled slightly when he smiled. Rachel wasn’t looking for love, but she had found life always seemed to work that way.

Gabe had been a mystery for her at first, she remembered the night she first arrived he hadn’t even seemed to notice her and then the attention seemed to shift into a mere annoyance. It was obvious to her from the get go that Gabe was the guarded type. When he yelled at her in the mines and basically abandoned her to fend for herself, she hated him. She was prepared to write him off as a complete and total waste of a human being at that point.

She shuttered as a memory washed over her; that night months ago, when the sirens blared and his bludgeoned, unrecognizable body came crawling into camp. She had come so close to not even meeting the real Gabe Harwood. He could make her laugh until her sides ached. He could tell stories that would make her toes curl. Then there was his kiss, a spark when their lips first touched, which gave way to a softness that made her mind go numb, only to be awakened with the sharp passion of his tongue. Rachel grabbed the edge of the table, her legs weak from the memory of the moment.

Even though Rachel was an outgoing and positive person, the type of individual people were drawn to, she was guarded when it came to love. After her mom died she went into overdrive family mode. She wanted to be everything her brother needed her to be. Somehow, if she could help him to hurt a little less it would somehow lessen her own pain. The few dates she did manage to find time for always seemed to be doomed from the start. Perhaps it was the men she was choosing to go out with; she already knew it wouldn’t work when she picked them. Is Gabe the same way? Is it going to be over before it even begins? She wondered.

She had never grown close to someone so quickly and Rachel worried she might in fact be repeating her same destructive relationship patterns. Perhaps not though, she hoped instead it was due to their almost petri dish like environment. All day, morning until night, it was just the two of them. They were the only source of conversation for each other, the only human contact period. It seemed reasonable to Rachel that the focused exposure had a way of speeding up the process of getting to know one another.

Rachel didn’t want to think about it anymore, after all, Gabe may have already changed his mind about her. She pulled the cabin door open, squinting as she peered out, her eyes taking time to adjust to the light. Glancing from side to side she saw no sign of Gabe. Rachel walked back into the cabin and pushed the door closed behind her. She assumed Gabe must be gathering water or be involved in some other various chore; after all, he rarely wanted to sit idle.

Rachel recalled the kiss once again; frustrated she could not shake it from her thoughts. She didn’t want Gabe feeling like he had to return her interest, she also did not want him to think she was not interested in return. How could she relay so much depth and complexity of emotion to him?

Breakfast, she decided. She would make the best breakfast she could with what she had on hand. Rachel set out like a woman on a mission. Pulling the harvest baskets from under the make shift prep counter, she did a quick inventory to determine what she could prepare.

A bag of flour and sugar sat nearby, but Rachel noticed they were both running low. She wondered when Gabe would journey to the village he had been telling her about to restock. She hoped she would be able to accompany him, but knowing Gabe, she doubted he would think it was safe enough.

Turning and searching the baskets, Rachel pulled out a plump, large potato. She searched the nearby counter where she found only two eggs. Grabbing an apple, she placed both the apple and potato near the eggs. The feast came together in her mind. She would prepare country hash browns with an omelet that was grilled with roasted tomatoes and spinach. Finishing off her feast would be a little pan seared bread with a homemade apple butter spread across it. Her mouth was watering just thinking about it.

To begin, Rachel would need to gather more eggs from the hen house, some spinach and a ripe, off the vine tomato from the garden. Rachel could barely contain her excitement. She was confident Gabe would be surprised by the elaborate meal. Her only concern was she had no idea where he was or when he would be back; she hoped she could complete the dish before he returned.

Rachel ran from the cabin, gathering her natural, home grown, supplies as quickly as her feet would carry her. Her heart began to race, her smile continuous as she worked. Rachel hadn’t seen any sign of Gabe outside and now even more determined to finish the meal before he returned, she took off towards the cabin in a sprint. Without slowing, the eggs bouncing around in her skirt that she had folded in half and was using like a basket, she burst through the door. What Rachel did not know was that Gabe had already returned while she was preparing her ingredients. As she entered the close quarters, without warning, she smacked right into Gabe, the eggs crushing in her skirt from the pressure of their bodies colliding.

“Oh no!” Rachel screeched, almost crying as she pulled the gooey fabric away from her body.

“Oh my God, Rachel, are you alright?” Gabe gasped.

“No, I’m not alright. Damn it! I was going to prepare this fantastic breakfast for you and now it’s ruined. Look at me, I’m a mess. It’s all ruined.” Rachel rambled staring at the disaster, nearly trembling in frustration.

In an instant Gabe burst out in a thunderous laugh. Rachel stared at him, her mouth hanging open wide in disbelief that he was laughing at her blunder.

“Why are you laughing? Everything is ruined!” Rachel cried.

“Come here,” Gabe said pulling Rachel close to him by her wrists. She dropped the skirt and the mess flopped to the floor onto their feet. She still was struggling to find the humor in the situation.

“Nothing is ruined. Can’t you see everything is perfect?” Gabe added pulling her into an embrace, the egg covering the front of his jeans.

“How can it be perfect, now we’re both a mess and we can’t eat any of that?” Rachel argued.

“Because my dear, you are a very lucky lady and I am going to save the day.” Gabe answered, pulling away from Rachel he walked over to a chair, ignoring the egg matter splattered across him.

“What?” Rachel asked intrigued. “What do you mean?”

“Ah, I see I’ve piqued your interest.”

Rachel was at the end of her rope, her amazing gesture had blown up in her face and she was not in the mood to be toyed with. “Come on, let’s hear it.”

Hidden in a chair tucked under the table, Gabe revealed a brown paper bag. Setting it on the table he pulled out two bundles, wrapped in wax paper. She watched as he carefully unfolded the edges to reveal what was hidden with in. Rachel gasped when she saw the pastry, they looked so delicious she imagined they could grace the cover of a Bakery Monthly magazine. She watched in amazement. “I believe these shall work great for breakfast madam. Hmm… what else do I have in here?”

Gabe reached into the bottom of the bag and pretended to root around for a moment before pulling out and revealing a deep blue, leather bound book. “I thought some reading material for after breakfast was in order.”

Rachel’s mouth fell open a little wider as she continued to watch. Gabe pulled out one book after the next, stacking them on the table.

“Oh, Gabe! How did —” Rachel grabbed a nearby rag. Wiping her hands off as best she could, she rushed over to the table and began reading the titles on the spines of the book. Mansfield Park, Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland, The Secret Garden, Journey to the Center of the Earth. Each title she read made her giddy with excitement.

“I wasn’t sure what type of stuff you like to read, so I told the guy to give me a variety.” Gabe explained, looking at Rachel with an intense anticipation.

“I don’t understand, where did you get them? How did you get them? It’s not safe is it?” Rachel rambled off the questions, never looking away from her new treasures.

“Don’t worry, I have ways to avoid being detected. People are used to me wearing a helmet when I go out.” Gabe laughed, proud of the story he had weaved for the locals, “I have them all convinced I was in this horrible fire and I was left hideously scarred.”

“Are you serious? How did you convince them of that?” Rachel asked, stopping to look up at him, momentarily more amazed by his tale.

“I use an enchantment spell; they see what I want them to see.” Gabe replied.

“I don’t think I will ever get used to all this magic stuff. Wait…” Rachel looked intensely into Gabe’s eyes, “do you ever use that stuff on me?”

“Never,” Gabe replied mischievously, a grin plastered across his face.

“I’m serious, Gabe,” Rachel barked. “If I ever catch you using your hocus-pocus crap on me we are going to have a problem. Got it?”

“Yes, yes, I promise, no magic on you. I don’t need to use my magic on you anyways; you fall so easily for my handsome ways that I don’t even have to bother.” Gabe laughed as he jested.

“Whatever you say,” Rachel gave Gabe a slight push and then devoured the corner of her pastry before plucking Mansfield Park from the pile and settling into the corner.

“You’re going to start reading now?” Gabe asked a little shocked.

Rachel could hear the disappointment in his voice, but she couldn’t deny that all she wanted to do at that exact moment was dive into the intricacies of Fanny Price’s life and the romantic entanglements happening all around her. Sheepishly, Rachel peered over the pages of the book and asked, “Do you mind?”

“I suppose not.” Gabe lied looking at his uneaten pastry.

“How about you come lay down here with me and we can read to one another?” Rachel requested.

“I don’t know,” Gabe replied, hesitating. While the idea of being close to Rachel was quite appealing to him, reading a book aloud to one another seemed more like punishment. “I don’t really think I would be very good at that.”

“Nonsense,” Rachel said patting the spot next to her on the bedding, motioning for him to join her. “I’ll start.”

Gabe looked at her long, bare legs that poked out from beneath her skirt. All he wanted to do was run his fingertips along her silhouette, exploring all her luscious curves and deep valleys along the way. If reading a book is what would make her happy, he was willing. At least somewhat.

“Can we at least read something not so—” Gabe wondered what word would be least offensive to Rachel.

“Not so what?”

“Umm, I don’t know.” Gabe struggled, unsure what words might rescue him. Thinking quickly, he grabbed another book and rushed to Rachel’s side. “How about Journey to the Center of the Earth? I have actually never read it. Would that be alright?”

“But you have read Mansfield Park?”

Gabe stammered, “Well, no— but— “

Rachel smiled; she knew exactly what Gabe was trying to say. She simply enjoyed seeing him squirm a little, but she didn’t have the heart to torment him any longer. “Sure, let’s read that one.” Setting the book aside that she held in her hands, she sat up in order to make more room for Gabe’s broad frame.

Nestling in close to Rachel, Gabe handed her the book, the pages of which were heavily worn from years of use. Rachel flipped through the first few pages before beginning, “It was on Sunday, the 24th of May, 1863, that my uncle, Professor Lidenbrock, came rushing suddenly back to his little house in the old part of Hamburg, No. 19 Konigstrasse.”