A letter from the heart written by Chuy Lago, a character from the novel
THE SPEAR OF DESTINY
by
Trey Garrison
Tracy
Marlow Wittington, PA
c/o
Pegasus Hospital
Airstrip
One
Dearest
Tracy,
I am sitting here cooling my heels, literally, at Ciampino Aerodrome in Rome,
awaiting some kind of special package from the Prometheus Society that Lysander
assures me is essential to the success of this operation we’ve hired onto. I
say literally not to be your pet peeve but because I’m writing this while
sitting in a folding lounger on the starboard wing, with a fan blowing my bare
feet.
Fox is taking most of this in stride. I mean, for a man who says he doesn’t
want anything to do with the occult or with government related missions, he
seems to find himself in a whole mess of them. This one is a particularly
sticky wicket – that artifact the Huns are after apparently is supposed to have
the power to create an invincible army. Needless to say, the Prometheus Society
isn’t too keen on old Uncle Adolf having that kind of power. Bad enough the
monstrosities and abominations his occult scientists have already created.
How Fox is dealing with Terah is another matter. It’s clear as the Northern
Lights that he is still in love with her, but that silly, macho Texas pride of
his won’t allow him to admit it, and I think he’s at least a little afraid
she’ll break his heart again. I can’t read women anyway but Terah is a cypher
beyond words – I don’t know whether she’s using him for the mission or whether
there’s still something there. I’d like to protect him but you know that’s nigh
on impossible.
I’ve packed my usual gear for this mission – holy water, blessed powders,
silver daggers, wooden stakes – but we don’t exactly know what we’re going up
against here. All indicators are pointing us towards Carpathia, which despite
the claims of that Dutch doctor and his English writer friend, Stoker, is still
home to You-Know-Nosferat-Who.
I’m especially bothered by the fact this artifact is so closely connected to
the One whom is our Salvation. It makes little sense to me. Sure, no one can
know the effect on a spear tip washed in the Blood of the Lamb, but His is a
legacy of love, forgiveness and life everlasting, not death, decay and darkness.
I suppose though it’s like a firearm, or a lawyer for that matter. It’s not
intrinsically good or evil. It’s how it’s used that determines its moral value.
It’s not the gun, it’s the person pulling the trigger. The same, I suppose,
holds true for the Spear of Destiny, though one wonders to what good use could
this kind of power could be put.
