The Cabin Part 3

 The snap of the fingers didn’t have the safe effect as Gray Beard’s, leaving him with

a serious sense of bewilderment. The elder man smirked and smiled to himself, knowing that

he wasn’t quite there yet, but appreciated the enthusiasm. After all, he was just a kid in this realm.

Daniel returned back to his stool in the corner, just as he was before the church transformation. Joey

wondered where the others were aware of the change of venue. He assumed they had not. Well, 

aside from Gray Beard and maybe Gertrude. Daniel looked as perplexed as before. It was becoming

for more clear that he was a chosen one, for lack of a better term, to the landscape shifts.

“You’re getting ahead of yourself, kiddo.”

The way he addressed Joey made Daniels perk up, recalling all of the times he used that 

nickname for him over the years. He attempted to rise up from the chair and make a stink about

it, but was thrown towards the wall in front of the bar stool he sat in moments ago. Nothing could

describe it besides an energy force, blasted forward by a mere wave of his right hand. The action 

induced a fit of rage from Joey, prompting him to charge Gray Beard and into the fall left wall of the

cabin, opposite of Gertrude. Regardless, she stayed exactly where she was sat, cat in her lap.

“Don’t you ever in your life! Touch him again!” Joey had never been more serious in his 

short life. He gripped his disheveled robe and shoved him against wall, resulting Gertrude to spring

into action much more quickly than a woman of her age would be physically able to. This made 

brothers to look at each in disbelief. Gray’s reaction was very similar as he had never been physically

attacked in his 300 year existence. Gertrude giggled knowing one day this would come to pass. The

cat began to put more loudly. 

“Never thought it had in you. So you have two options here, Joseph. I can either explained

everything to you. The choice is yours.”

“First of all, my name is NOT Joseph! Futhermore!” just as he could continue further, Dan 

stepped in.

“Joey! You need to listen to him. You know how you trust me? For about the next minute and a half, I need you to listen to him.”

Begrudgingly. Joey, as always, followed his lead.” 

“I apologize, Mr. Gray Beard, man.” In normal circumstances, the ancient man would have 

shared it with him, best he took it a slight. “Apologize accepted. Now, choose please.” Joey looked

to his sibling for guidance, but all he got in return.

“Well Gandfalf, my brother always tells me I should show and not prove. So my choice 

is to be shown rather told.” “Very well then!: shouted Gray Beard, “follow me!” Another snap of the 

fingers brought them to ancient ruins. Like something you find waking up at 4AM on Youtube 

started still rolling. Gray Beard escorted everybody including Gertrude into a hidden room within

the cavern. They all entered one by one, besides Gertrude who was several steps behind. The trek

to the destination was lined with druids holding four feet burning thick logs, all dressed in black

garb. Eventually reaching the entrance, Gray Beard gave the green light for him to open the door.

As the door creeped open, what was inside started him, causing him to take a speck

and eventually bumping into Gray Beard. Apologizing and eventually forgiven, the two now 

walked in lock stop to the center of the room. Within it was giant crytal orb, more close to the

shape of a ball but the size of a marble, Joey lead the way towards it, but this time he progress

was not stunted by any adult in the room. It was only when he reached for it to get a closer

look that he told to stop, 

“That orb is more powerful than you can grasp, Joseph. It’s abilities can change the fabric

of time and spice, and you know are now ready to learn about it.”

“I’m not even ten years old, and my name is not Joseph. It’s Joey!”

With a chuckle, Grey Beard agreed and followed up with, “you’re wise beyond your years. 

Which was way you chosen long before you were born. You have a greater purpose. So I ask this

one time, “ the ask proposition rubbed Joey the wrong way.  

“Isn’t this whole thing about no questions. Do you want to choose for me?”

“The rules have changed, but I’ll elaborate.” 

All of a sudden, the pinata he was dragging around earlier approved on the very same table 

the fruit was being cut apart on it earlier. “You have a choice in all things in life, but this may be the

most part of your life. Choose between the two, The durian or the pinata.”

“Do I get to know what means what?”

“You do not. If you are the one, you’ll make the right move.”

Joey contemplated a moment and reached for the pinata. As soon as he touched it, he was

flooded with past memories, bad ones. Ranging from ruined birthday parties, including todays and y

years past.  He then grasped the fruit and caught flashes of paradise, a life he had always dreamed of.

Luxury, never needed a dollar lent to him ever again. Beautiful women he’d only seen in his 

dreams,private jets and a life he could only describe as heaven. Instinctively, he grabbed the fruit.

“There’s only one final step, Joseph. 

Snap your fingers.

He once again did as he was told, but this time the room did not shift. The cabin remaining in 

tact, the fireplace still burning. As he panned the room he realized the major differences. There was 

no Gray Beard. There was no rocking chair, there was no cat, there was no Gertrude. As he scanned 

the room, the only thing remaining was a hand written note from Gray Beard that simply read.

“Thank you for freeing our souls, it is now your responsibility. I apologize for going about it this 

way,  and I’m sorry it was you, but we know it’s in good hands. 

Best regards, Daniel”