Trials: Part One

Missed Origins or has it just been a minute?

Here’s a recap of what’s happened so far

Jude sat in his living room, staring blankly at his laptop. He’d already gotten his tax documents, so he wanted to knock them out while he had free time. There was no telling what would pop up if he put this off. The problem was, he’d rather be doing anything else. He leaned back into the couch and sighed.

He popped back into reality, as he noticed Paul sitting in a chair next to him. He seemed to be staring at Jude, waiting for him to acknowledge him.

“You need something?”

“Yeah, actually. I wanna go on a trip.”

Jude nodded in mild surprise. It was a little sudden, but this sounded like something Paul would suggest. Jude shut his laptop halfway, and put it on the coffee table. “Alright, when and where?”

“As soon as possible and Turkey. Istanbul in particular.”

“Any particular reason for that destination?”

“I had a vision that I was in a monastery. A woman was walking around me, and I was sitting on the floor. Now, I was watching this third person, and then the woman turned to me and told me to come. I saw a word, ‘Hodegon’. I asked Jean about it, thinking he’d just google it for me, and he told me that he knew of a place called Hodegon. He said it was a monastery famous for curing blind people like a thousand years ago.”

Jude nodded. He’d been expecting something about this unusual, but he was still unprepared. “So do you think this woman is going to fix your sight?”

“I mean, I guess I don’t know, but I think that’s the clear implication.”

“The doctors said that was impossible. Don’t you think that sounds a little farfetched?”

“Jude, you’re a literal super hero, and I get magic visions of the future. Are you going to try to tell me that healing monks is still farfetched?”

“I suppose that’s fair, but still…” Jude shook his head. He’d been dealing with stuff like this, but magic monks sounded too out there. It could easily be some kind of trap. “I just don’t know.”

“Jude. I don’t know if you’ve noticed this, but I don’t like being blind. I’ve gotten used to it; I’ve come to terms with it, but I hate it.” Paul started, Jude tried to interrupt, but Paul kept on going. “I came to terms with it because it was a fact, and there was nothing I could do about it. If there’s even a snowball’s chance in hell that some magic monks in Turkey can give me my sight back, you couldn’t stop me if you tried.” Paul slammed his fist on the table.

Jude was silent for a moment, and nodded his head. There was no talking Paul out of this. He was going to go, with or without his approval. “I’m not going to try to stop you.” Jude spoke calmly. “But let’s slow down and consider details.”

“Sorry…” Paul slumped back in his chair. “I just finally have a ray of hope.”

“So let’s get a plan together, yeah?”

“Alright, yeah. Let’s get planning.”

Paul stood in Anastasia’s doorway. The smell of nail polish filled the air, and some soft guitar cover played in the background.

“Oh! Hey Paul!” There was a click, and the music cut out. “Do you need something?”

“Yeah, actually…” He walked into the room, and narrowly avoided stubbing his toe. “Do you have a second to talk?”

“Yeah, sure!” She jumped up, and guided him to a chair. “What’s up?”

“So, I’m going to be going away soon. To Turkey.” He hesitated. “There’s a monastery, and I think I might be able to get my sight back.”

Anastasia was silent for a moment. “Wow.” Her voice carried a tone of disappointment, but she quickly added on, “I mean, that’s great. You could get your sight back!”

“Hey, you kinda sounded disappointed there for a second, what’s the problem?”

“Oh… It’s just that…” Anastasia paused a moment and sighed. “Well, that means you’re leaving for a while.”

“I see. In that case I think you might actually be happy with what I came to ask.”

“Yeah what’s that?”

“I wanted to ask… If you would come with me?”

Anastasia choked for a moment in surprise. “You want me to come to Turkey with you?”

“Yeah, I mean, it would work. I can’t very well go on my own, and it would be a great chance to get away from it all, and take a break.”

“I don’t know…” She hesitated, “That sounds expensive.”

“I could pay for it all. I’ve saved up a good bit of money. My expenses are pretty low.”

She went silent again. “What about Vanessa? What would she think?”

“I don’t care what Vanessa thinks. I don’t think she gets to say what I can’t do.” He shook his head. “That’s kinda one of the things I want to get away from.”

“You’re sure? I mean, just with the money, and Vanessa, and everything else…”

“I’m more sure of this than I have been of anything in a while.” He sighed. He’d expected her to be more on board with this. “But if you don’t wanna go-”

“No, no, no! I want to go!” She wrapped her arms around him. “I just get weird about people giving me things…”

“Don’t worry about it.” Paul laughed. “Besides, while I’d have to go with someone. Jude doesn’t think it’s the best time for him to leave and I’m not going with Vanessa, so that just left you and Jean. While I like Jean, I think it would be kinda weird to go on vacation with him.”

Anastasia broke out laughing. “Are you sure? It might’ve turned into a spy movie or something. Some kind of heist of the century.”

Paul looked seriously off into the distance. “It’s the perfect crime! They’d never suspect the blind guy!”

Next Part ⇒

Here it is, everyone! I have uploaded an edited version of part one, and since there’s no “new” story, I’ve decided to also upload part two today!

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