Kane locked the door and removed the wrapped warm stone. It was blue. He looked into the mirror and watched his reflected face as a blue-tinged fog appeared. Kane’s eyes turned bright sapphire blue and the visage looking back at him became the familiar weathered Holthar whose glowing blue eyes sent out direct rays into his.
Holthar spoke first. “Morgan Kane you have done well in bringing the enemies of the world’s continued existence to the surface. You have done so as The Chosen Templar.” Holthar’s voice was low and penetrating. It completely blocked the drone of the jet’s engines.
“Holthar, the enemies you speak of want to destroy me and Martha Sorel.” Kane held on to the edges of the small stainless sink as the plane rolled through slight turbulence.
“You have made the correct decisions as The Chosen Templar and you will continue to do so. The enemies from Iran target you only to prevent their goal for mass destruction.”
Kane held on tight through the pitch and roll, still fixed on Hothar’s image and communicating on the blue light wavelength. “There were times Kane could not become the Templar. When that happened I felt a portent of doom and impending failure.”
“The highest power in what you refer to as the universe has been watching over you. When your persona reappeared it was just not the right time for The Chosen Templar to remain. All events were designed to move you closer to the enemy.”
“So Kane is supposed to confront the jihadist faction in Iran? How will I know when to call on the powers of Stonehenge?”
“Look to the skies and you will know. The force of the Temple at the Henge will always be with you when you need it.” Holthar’s form became hazy and the intense blue white light eye contact began to ebb.
Kane watched as his own face reappeared and his eyes became normal. He was suddenly aware of pounding at the bathroom door.
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