The Wick Twins - A mothers Sacrifice
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It was a cool afternoon in February 2005 in the hilly country area of Sancia, in a small village called Banzini, which survived on trading platinum and gold by selling and making special items that could only be found in Sancia. They still had not embraced technology and modern-day customs, as the rest of the world had. They also still did not accept witches or warlocks, as they still held true to their old ways of burning all workers of witchcraft.
“Now, children, listen to what I’m about to say to ye,” Mrs. Wick said, a strong tall medium-build woman with tired, gentle grey eyes and the voice of an angel.
“Yes, Mama,” replied identical twin siblings Ivor and Joy Wick.
“Now I need ye to take care of each other. There are people who do not understand ye and may try to harm de both of thee,” she said as she gathered their belongings in a grey leather bag.
“Why, Mama?” Ivor asked, trying to understand why his mother had a worried expression on her face. He never liked seeing his mother sad and always tried to brighten her day by singing or going for long walks in the woods with her. Dad would visit there as no one knew or would understand who his father was or what he was.
“People always try to destroy what deys don’t understand just because ye are different from dem,” she said as she packed another bag with food for them.
“Is it wrong, what we did, Mama?” seven-year-old Joy asked as she lifted her favourite book to pack in her bag.
“No, daughter. But people may try to kill both of ya, thinking ye are witches,” Mrs. Wick said.
“But we are not,” Ivor said, trying to understand what he did wrong.
“I know, my love. Deys do not know ye powers are from on high. Now I know ye are scared, but I believe ye father will look after thee,” she said.
“But, Mama, where will we go?” Ivor asked, trying not to sound like a baby.
“The woods and the fruit of the land will be ye home for now until ye father guide thee to thy destiny,” Mrs. Wick said.
“What destiny, Mama?” Joy asked as she grabbed her favourite doll to pack.
“My child, I can only advise ye that ye tell no one who ye parents are as dey may try to kill de both of thee,” Mrs. Wick warned.
“But, Mama, what will happen to you?” Ivor asked, holding his mother’s hand.
“Don’t worry about ye old mother. Your father will come for me when the time is right, but ye both have a long life and journey ahead and need to fulfil the prophecy long foretold to my tribe,” Mrs. Wick said.
“What prophecy, Mama?” Joy asked.
“I can’t tell ye now, time is too short. Ye both need to leave now. Remember, ye father will always be there to watch over thee. I have already packed ye bags. Now, remember ye training dat ye father taught thee about the woods and how to survive off all the earth brings forth,” Mrs. Wick advised.
“Mama, no!” Ivor cried as he hugged his mother.
“Hurry now. Leave by the secret passage in the cellar. And remember, Mama love de both of thee always.”
“Mama, please come with us. We can be together. Father will come for us,” Ivor pleaded.
“I have to stay here to keep ye, enemies, at bay. Dey will think ye are on one of your long hunting trips as always and will wait for ye to return before dey try to kill ye. Now, my babies, kiss Mama and say yer good-byes. Do nat return here as I won’t be here,” Mrs. Wick said as she wiped the tears that began to stream down her face.
As Ivor and Joy hugged and kissed their mother goodbye, they cried and took up their bags with a heavy heart and escaped through the cellar’s secret passage.
As they walked through the tunnel that led to Mystic Woods, they heard their mother scream out in agony. As they turned to run to their mother, the cellar door was slam shut, and they couldn’t open it again. They tried with all their might, but it seemed another force was holding it close on the other side. Then they heard a voice screamed, “Run!”
The twins jumped and started running as fast as they could then stopped a short distance then ran again as they started to hear voices calling out their names. They stopped at a river to catch their breaths.
“I am scared,” Ivor said as he washed his face in the river.
“It’s all your fault we are in this mess. You should have left her alone,” Joy said angrily.
“Why is it my fault? If you hadn’t told me your dream, maybe I wouldn’t have gone there in the first place!” Ivor shouted.
“I didn’t know it was going to happen for real. I get plenty of dreams, and nothing about them changes any event,” Joy said as she too began to wash her face to cool down.
“Are you saying if someone is in need of our help, we should do nothing?” Ivor questioned.
“No! But you could have done it without the crowd watching,” Joy replied, drying her face with her rag.
“I couldn’t help it. She fell right in front of us. Was I to just walk by and act as if she was a dead dog?” Ivor said, looking at his sister.
“No, Ivor. It’s just that—”
“What is your point then? How was I to move her body and heal her in private when a crowd engulfed us? You do remember we are just seven, right?” Ivor responded.
“It’s okay. What’s done is done. I don’t know how we are going to survive on our own,” Joy said as she checked the contents of their bags.
“I will look after us,” Ivor said, patting his sister on the shoulder.
“Really, you? Oh, boy, this is going to be a long and bumpy journey,” Joy quipped.
“Let’s pick up the pace. I think I can hear them searching for us,” Ivor ordered.
Kaaaaboooommmmmm!
“Did you hear that?” Joy asked.
“I think the question is, who didn’t hear it?” Ivor said as he climbed the tree to see which direction the smoke would appear.
“Ahhhh,” Joy screamed as she held her head and dropped to her knees.
Climbing down to check on his sister, Ivor asked, “What is it, Joy? Are you hurt? Is it Mother? Was that our home?”
Turning to look at her brother with tears in her eyes, she whispered, “It’s Mom. They blew up our home and tied her up and threatened to burn her if she doesn’t tell them where we are.”
“Is she dead?” Ivor asked, trying to calm his anger from rising.
“No, not yet, but she is in a lot of pain.”
“Why can’t we go back and help her?” Ivor asked, knowing it would mean death for them all.
“Ivor, you know why. If we go back and they catch us, they will kill us, and then what would Mother’s sacrifice have been for? As much as I want to go back, against a mob, what can we do?” Joy said, searching the sky for an answer.
“You can put thoughts in their head and distract them,” Ivor said as an idea came to his head.
“I am not strong enough as yet, Ivor, what if I can’t?” Joy said, covering her face with her hands.
“Try, Joy. Please, for Mom’s sake. Please try. If Mom dies and you never tried to help, you are going to be miserable for the rest of your life,” Ivor pleaded with his sister.
“Okay, but if it doesn’t work, you can’t say I didn’t try.”
Joy held her hands to her temple and searched out the targets closest to her mother. Finally, she found them. She implanted another image of their mother suddenly bursting into flames, giving them the impression that their work was done and that there was nothing more to do. While she concentrated on distracting them, she spoke with her mother telepathically. “Mom, you need to get up and run now,” Joy said, trying to cut the rope that bound her mother.
“Joy, why didn’t you hear me, child?” Mrs. Wick said weakly.
“Please, Mom. Please leave now. I can’t control this connection for long. They can’t see you. At the moment, they think you burnt up in flames before their very eyes.”
“Thank ye, my child. Ye have past de last test,” Mrs. Wick said as she closed her eyes.
“What? This was only a test?” Joy shouted.
Ivor looked at his sister as he wondered what she meant, but her eyes still looked glazed, so he knew she was still speaking with their mother.
“No, my child, but ye are now ready to fulfil thy destiny. Ye must believe in thyself, and no matter how difficult the challenge, you overcame your fear and tried to help ye mother, almost sacrificing ye freedom and life to save me. Thy father will be with thee to continue ye training,” Mrs. Sarah Wick advised her daughter.
“Mama, please, Mama, I can’t hold them anymore. They hate us, Mama. I can sense it. They only want to destroy us, and they won’t give up,” Joy continued.
“It’s okay, my love. I will see thee again in paradise.” Her mother smiled, and Joy broke the telepathic connection.
“Ivor, Mother . . . this was only a test?”
“What? What are you trying to say? What is happening with Mom? All this was just a test, for what?” Ivor asked, searching his sister’s eyes for the answer.
“They captured Mom. She says we are now ready to fulfil our destiny and that father will continue our training.”
“I can’t believe this. Ahhh! What is wrong with these people?” Ivor said as he punched a tree.
Joy tried to get the image of her mother out of her mind. She prayed that God would send his protective angels to rescue their mother. After they had walked for miles and what seemed like weeks, Ivor’s teleportation powers started peeking out. He soon teleported them farther and farther from their hometown to a neighbouring small town.
“Let’s set up camp here and build a fire. Ivor, do you remember the last story Father told us?” Joy asked as they set up for the night.
“No, not really. I think I was with Mom while you and Dad built the bonfire,” Ivor replied.
“Right, it was our father-daughter moment.” Joy smiled, remembering her father as he spent time with them in the woods or took them flying in the beautiful night sky.
“What did he say?” Ivor asked curiously, as his father normally did things with them together.
“He said he will always be there for us and that through my dreams and visions, God will guide us through our journey to realize our destiny,” Joy recounted.
“So, he is going to send you a vision every time we need to be somewhere?” Ivor asked.
“I don’t know, Ivor. I am just telling you what he said.”
“Okay. Well, he told me later that night that I was in charge and I must look after us,” Ivor said.
“Father left you in charge of me. Really, I think you dreamt that one,” she said, hitting him on his head with a pebble.
“Come on, let’s get some sleep so we can move as far away from here as possible tomorrow,” Ivor said.
Woooossshhhh.
A bright light appeared in front of them, and after the light dimmed, they saw a pair of angel wings on a man’s body. As they looked closer, they noticed that it was their father staring them in the face. Both Ivor and Joy rushed to their father and hugged him.
“Come, my children. Let me take you from this wicked place,” Mr. Wick said as he gathered his children.
“What about Mother?” Ivor asked.
“Your mother is no longer in pain. She is in heaven and awaits thee to fulfil the prophecy foretold many years ago about her tribe,” Mr. Wick said.
“I don’t understand, Father. Why us? Mother said we passed the last test,” Joy asked as she looked into her father’s eyes.
“You were both born with special abilities, which are beyond human understanding. Ye both have not reached to your full potential yet. But in a few years’ time, ye will fulfil your destiny to help save mankind from itself,” he said, picking up the children’s bags.
“Father, I have more questions with each revelation you tell us. How are we to save mankind from itself?” Ivor asked.
“Didn’t Jesus Christ die for our sins? I don’t understand,” Joy asked, looking more confused than ever.
“In due time, my children. All will be revealed in due time. Now we must leave this place, never to return,” Mr. Michael Wick said as he lifted the twins. “Now both of you hold on to me tight. We will be airborne in a few moments and will use the cloud to conceal our departure.”
“Yes, Father,” the twins answered together as they held on to him.
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