RETURN OF THE BRUJO
CHAPTER FOUR
by
BlackFury
The Dali Lama's plane landed in Paris, France and a car took
him from there to the address the Ancient had given him. The
limosine pulled up in St Adele in front of a small house. The
elderly man who came out, stared in shock as the small man climbed
out. Mathew Caine bowed low in deep respect. He then looked at his
old friend.
"I am honored. Why do you seek my presence?" The Dali Lama
smiled as they walked into the modest home. Mathew made tea and the
two men talked. Mathew's face clouded in concern when he was told of
the danger to his grandson and son. Mathew looked down, looking
within himself. Then, he looked across at his guest.
"It is time, is it not?" The Dali Lama nodded.
"Yes, my friend, it is. I know this is much to ask of you,
especially now that....." His voice trailed off. Mathew had a
serene smile on his face.
"I know, my friend, but, It will be better than sitting here,
waiting and, my grandson means everything to me. I must help him. I
only hope I can mend fences with my son before this is over." The
small, elderly man smiled at Mathew.
"I am certain that you will be able to but, there will be
time for that later, after Peter's safety is assured. I will insure
that you and your son have time to talk and wrap up things between
you. There is another who can assist and you and I must find him.
Your son Damon will also be instrumental in releasing Peter from this
Brujo, forever. He has the strength and determination necessary"
Mathew nodded silently. He knew Damon had been wrestling
with his own demons ever since the time he had tried to kill his
younger brother. However, Martin had told Mathew how Damon had begun
to reevaluate his life after that and had broken away from the Singh-
Wah. He was now in seclusion, trying to get his life back. Only the
Dali Lama knew where he was.
One hour later, both men were on the plane to go and get
Damon Caine so that the line of Caine could save the youngest and end
the Brujo's hold on him, forever.
**********************************************************************
In a small shaolin monastery high in the Spanish Alps,
Damon Caine sat in a lotus position, eyes closed as he meditated. He
was wearing a simple saffron coloured robe and didn't even notice the
cold wind blowing across him. He was still trying to figure out just
what he was supposed to do now. He still had the skills and
knowledges passed on to him by the Singh-Wah but also know that he
possessed the inherent abilities unique to the Caine line.
Then, it hit him. The Singh-Wah had known this as well, that
was why he had been kidnapped as an infant, so they told him. He
knew, deep within, that they hadn't told him the entire truth about
that but, he was sure they had lied to him. He had been suprised by
his own reaction when he had tried to kill his younger brother and
had discovered that his heart simply wasn't in it. That had confused
him, deeply and he had left the Singh-Wah soon after.
Now, his inner soul was in turmoil and he was grateful to the
Dali Lama for bringing him here, where no one knew who or what he
was. He found his gaze drawn down to his bare forearms and found
himself imagining the shaolin brands there. The thought no longer
filled him with dread, in fact, it was almost comforting to him.
The soft voice behind him did not make him jump, he simply
looked around and nearly fell over. The man standing before him was
dressed in the robes of a shaolin master. The features were those of
his father as a younger man but, this was not Mathew Caine. Then, he
spoke to Damon.
"What troubles you, my grandson?" Damon's mind screamed at
him.
"This has got to be a trick but, I wasn't even thinking about
him." Then, Damon gathered his courage in his hands and looked up.
"Is it really you, Grandfather Caine?" He asked. The man
before him smiled and bowed, giving the shaolin salute before he sat
down in front of the startled man. Kwai Chang Caine looked at his
grandchild and smiled sadly.
"Your path has been very troubled and unsure. Now, you doubt
all you have been told. You do know that if your father had known
about you, he would have come for you, no matter what the Singh-Wah
would have placed in his path. It is time that you knew the truth.
You were not abducted as an infant, my grandson. The Singh-Wah
abducted your mother and, after you were born, they killed her and
raised you. Your father thought both of you had perished and so, he
and Kwai Chang went to the temple."
Damon listened and knew, deep within, that what he heard was
true. Rage rose up within him learning about his mother and, deep
within, he felt sorrow that he had been kept from his rightful
heritage all this time. Damon felt something he hadn't felt before
and, he touched his own face to find tears on his cheeks. His
grandfather smiled sadly and laid a hand on his arm.
"Embrace the pain, make it a part of you and then, let it
go. Only then can you see clearly where your path will lead you.
Remember, you are a Caine and no one, not even the Singh-Wah, can
take that from you. You will know what to do and when to do it.
Listen to your heart, my grandson, and you will not go wrong." He
rose to his feet and , bowing again to Damon walked off.
Damon watched as, with every step, his grandfather shimmered
out of existence. Damon still could feel the tears as he cried for
what he had forever lost and he did what his grandfather told him, he
embraced the pain and suddenly, it was gone, leaving a peace Damon
had never believed existed. He drew in a deep breath and expelled it
slowly, letting that peace fill his entire being and then, in a
flash, he knew.
He rose to his feet smoothly and headed for the small room
the Master of this temple used to meet with others. Damon Caine now
knew who and what he was and he was ready to fully embrace his
heritage and whatever that entailed, not knowing that what he was
about to do would be the key to his nephew's salvation and freedom.
TBC
© 1991-2024 Fan Fiction Writers
Disclaimer: All recognizable characters, settings, places, etc. are the property of their respective owners. No money is being made from these stories. No copyright infringement is intended.
Only registered members may access the adult theme stories submitted on this website. By registering, you are stating you are of legal age to view such material.
