Chapter Six Hundred and Seventy-one - Out of the mouths of babes (part two)
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Chapter Six Hundred and Seventy-one - Out of the mouths of babes (part three)


(part three)

“I won’t tell a soul.” Sandy said with a smile.

There was no one in the world that Holmes loved more than his younger brother.

“He made a painting for dad for Christmas,” Holmes said. “It’s at Mike’s studio so dad won’t see it.”

“I might take a peek then,” Sandy said.

“You should,” Holmes said. “Dad’s going to like it so much that he’ll cry.”

Sandy couldn’t help but smile at the sweet boy.

“You were telling me something about living with your uncle,” Sandy said, after a few minutes of silence.

“Oh, I know,” Holmes said with a sigh. “I was avoiding it.”

“Well don’t,” Sandy said. “We have this private time so we can talk.”

Holmes sighed.

“He made me learn Ancient Greek, Latin, and a bunch of other languages so that I could translate these ancient texts that his freak father owned,” Holmes said.

“Why?” Sandy asked with a shrug.

“I’m not really sure,” Holmes said. “He liked to show off and quote these old texts as if he had translated them himself, but it was me.”

“Of course it was,” Sandy said with a shake of his head. “Why shouldn’t he take all the credit for your work?”

“Right,” Holmes said. “But what I wanted to say is this — you’re missing a line of that prophecy.”

“What?” Sandy asked.

“I mean, that’s what made me start listening,” Holmes said. “I heard Heather speaking Ancient Greek. I don’t think I remembered that I knew that prophecy until she spoke it. But she left out a verse.”

Still focused on the boy’s hair, Sandy didn’t respond. Hermes touched Sandy’s hand.

“Oh, sorry,” Sandy said. “I kind of wheeled out there with my anger at your stupid uncle.”

“Heh,” Holmes said. “I do that.”

“I know you do,” Sandy said. “You’re saying that you translated this prophecy and there’s a verse missing. The one they think is about Katy and Paddie?”

Holmes nodded.

“And I think it is about Katy and Paddie,” Holmes said. “And the Vanquisher is a great blade, but the Sword of Truth is truly the greatest blade ever made, at least that’s what the ancient Greeks thought. Of course, Perses had the Vanquisher made and also told the world it was destroyed. At the time of the prophecy, the Vanquisher was considered to have been destroyed in the Titan purge.”

Sandy stopped cutting and looked at Holmes in the mirror.

“I don’t know anything about what you’re saying,” Sandy said. “Would you mind if I asked Heather to help?”

Holmes thought for a moment and then shook his head.

“She might want to bring a few of her friends,” Sandy said.

“They won’t hurt me or want. . . you know,” Holmes said.

“If they do, they’ll have to deal with me,” Sandy said.

She leaned back into her best martial arts stance. She was so small and fierce that Holmes laughed. She smiled.

Denver Cereal continues tomorrow...


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