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The Medallion

10 Jun
The Medallion

There was something about the way he moved, like a cat. Rowan was the most incredible looking man she had ever met. With his dark hair and dark complexion he could have been an actor or model very easily. But his most unique feature was his smokey grey eyes. She had never seen eyes like that anywhere but possibly on a cat. The cat like features continued when Rowan was threatened or aroused. His head took on an almost cat-like shape and his already fit body could contort like a feline slipping through a narrow opening. He was lithe and flexible enough to extricate himself from the trickiest situations, literally and figuratively.

But that was how deviants were. Some people called them shape shifters but his whole body didn’t change, just certain traits. The ones Miranda liked the most.

Captain Warren hates all deviants and has made it a personal crusade to make things difficult for all of them but especially Rowan. What kind of narrow minded, evolutionally challenged Neanderthal was he! She thought most knuckle draggers had evolved beyond holding it against someone just because they were different.

Rowan had given Miranda a medallion when they first became a serious couple. It resembled a coin but only had an angel figure on one side and was plain on the other. She wore it all the time on a gold chain that allowed the medallion to hang between the indentation of her throat and her cleavage. She did not often wear low cut blouses so most of the time the medallion was hidden inside of whatever she was wearing. She did not realize Rowan had a similar one till she caught a glimpse of it one day around his neck.

She reaches out and touches the medallion, gently rubbing her thumb back and forth over the face of it. It appears to be the same size and thickness of hers but the figure is different. Instead of an angel there is what appears to be a demon. Slowly turning it over she confirms that like hers, his is plain on the back, no markings whatsoever.

He stands still, quiet. She looks up into his smokey grey eyes.
“What is this?” she asks quietly.
“It is a part of what once was a single medallion. Both pieces were forged together at one time.” Rowan answered just as quietly.
“So why was it separated? It would be beautiful as a two sided pendant.”
“The story is that the original one piece medallion had some sort of special powers.”
“Is it true? Does it have powers.”
“I never believed it did but lots of people did and some still do.” Rowan shrugged his shoulders.
“How did you come to have it in the first place.”
“Long story. Suffice it to say Captain Warren and I share a history with this pendant.”
“Who separated it?” Miranda was beginning to get intrigued.
“A very old woman, a friend of my mother’s for many years, since I was a young child. She was a little strange and mysterious but she and my mother were close and I trusted her with the knowledge that I had the medallion and she is the one who helped me separate it.”
“So you separated it by yourself?”
“No, not exactly. She assisted. That was part of the so-called power. Only the person who rightly possessed it could summon the power to use it or break the power by separating it. I decided to separate it and not tempt fate.”
“And you gave me the other half. Why?” This story was getting more complex by the minute but Miranda had to know the whole story.
“I knew it would be safe and I could sort of keep an eye on it. I’ve kept this half put away.”
“So what happens if both pieces are together? What “powers” does this thing supposedly have? Does it make you strong or more powerful?”
“No, nothing like that.” Rowan chuckles to himself. “The story is that it gives you the power to influence people into believing whatever you want them to believe, even if it’s not the truth. Sort of like some kind of hypnotic trance or something. If you can summon the power, you can get away with almost anything because whatever story you tell, people will believe.”

“That explains why Warren would be interested in it. A power like that used by someone like him–I don’t even want to think of the shit he could cause with that kind of power!” Miranda shuddered at the very idea. “You said you and Warren had a history with this. How does he fit into the picture?”
Rowan’s eyes narrowed and became a darker shade than Miranda had ever seen. She knew he was uncomfortable and uneasy. She didn’t like seeing him like this.

“Rowan, if you don’t want to tell me, it’s fine.” Miranda was taken aback by Rowan’s sudden change from the easy conversation they were having to now the tense wary stance he had developed. She was afraid she had asked too much.
“No, it’s ok. You have a right to know the whole story.” Rowan relaxed a bit but his eyes still held a wary look.

“Warren and my mother had an affair many years ago. The medallion had belonged to her and Warren found out about it and the story behind it. She always kept it put away and never wore it but she was looking for a particular pair of earrings one evening when he was there with her. He saw the medallion and commented on it. She told him the reason she did not wear it was because it was an antique heirloom. After he found out the story behind it, he was determined to get it from her somehow. Before she passed, she told me the whole story and entrusted the medallion to me with the promise that Warren not get his hands on it. He found out several years after her death what had happened to it and that I had it in my possession. That’s when his harassment of me started and that’s also when I looked into separating the two pieces. I had a pretty good feeling that the old woman my mom referred to as ‘Mimi’ would know something about it and what to do so I tracked her down.”

“Did Warren know about your deviant powers? I always thought that’s why he harassed you. He has caused problems for some other deviants too.”
“Yes he knows full well about my powers. My mother had the same traits as mine.”

Miranda was stunned. Rowan gave her a sideways grin and shrugged his shoulders.
“So that’s why he hates deviants so much! It goes all the way back to what he sees as a betrayal by her.” Miranda sat there amazed.
“Yes it would seem that is the basis of his hatred. He thought if he could make enough waves in the process he could make things hard on me and somehow figure out a way to get the medallion from me.” Rowan sat back and put his arm around her. “Don’t worry about him. We’ll figure out a way to bring him down together so everyone can rest easier.”

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Posted by on June 10, 2014 in Blog hops

 

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7 responses to “The Medallion

  1. LauraALord

    June 10, 2014 at 9:31 pm

    Oooo I love Rowan! I want to know more of this story. Fantastic work and thank you for linking up!

     
  2. No Blog Intended

    June 10, 2014 at 10:14 pm

    Interesting tunr you have taken here! I certainly didn’t see such a story coming – great!

     
  3. lrconsiderer

    June 10, 2014 at 10:18 pm

    WOW! Yeah I wanna know what happens next…

     
  4. Susan F.

    June 11, 2014 at 4:50 pm

    Facinating story … looking forward to the rest!

     
  5. Kristi Campbell - findingninee

    June 12, 2014 at 1:29 pm

    Incredible writing! Please tell me that you’ll continue this story. Amazing. Rowan sounds simply awesome!!

     
  6. Samara

    June 23, 2014 at 8:52 pm

    Way to keep us hanging…

     
  7. msenecal68

    June 24, 2014 at 1:00 am

    Thanks everybody! It’s a work in progress! Just look at this like a synopsis for the rest of the story!!

     

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