Le Medallion de la maison de la Salle

Le Me'dallion De La Maison La Salle

By Boo Parker-John

Narrative by Eglantine-Madeleine Le Fort: (Storm to her friends and inner circle).

Folklore had taught me many things and that in the main, all things are true. The monster's in the fairytales are real, they live still and the ones to be feard the most second by 1 are the 'Beast's' they sensory hunting and intuitive abilities ensures they prey never escape, seldom live but are never granted life to tell the tale.

We had learned learned though, that the greatest monster - which had decieved, lied and and wiped out and maimed for eternity, the whole human race... was man.

Post 'vaccination' was sold as a eutopia of safety, freedom and identity, it had delivered however, was mutuation, suffering, abandonment and death. We had learned, as every exploring petulant child does, all that glitters is truly, not Gold.

Relying on 'Pure Bloods' the ones amongst humanity who had not been vaccinated or were born as was should be - to parents of none vaccinated bloodlin union's too - they were sort after, prized and pursued for marriage, child bearing & trophies for the ones who could pay any and the highest price - The Concept of 'pure' love could now be bought by the highest bidder or, richest billionaire's of which - The french dynasty of: The Le Salle's were one of the riches & most powerful, in this collapsing natural world - where your blood was the greatest asset.

Packing my usual kit - I was aware I needed to buy more brushes as the last one's remaining were badly worn, scuffed and grubby both handle and bristles, my last contract taking a great and pricey toll on my tools s the Antiquity (Priceless Painting Restoration) had taken it's monies worth from the task.

I was hoping this year would be different that - I would only have to take on perhaps two work contracts to provide enough to carry me through the next year - but it seemed the current offer - was not to be refused, the 'client' had requested me.. (it troubles me when this happens) as the expectaion is even higher - The title of 'one of the world's greates Art and Antiquity Restorer's does not sit well either with or on me, any kind of attention and focus makes my intenst introvert nature, take a lifetime to recover from.

I could at least take peace of mind knowing the 'client' had agreed to all my pre-requisites of secluded, working space, privacy and an open expenditure tab - for materials and project support.

So with suitcase, work case and Client details - I took one last look around my home - my sancturay the space where I could shut out the world and live as I chose, with books, words and the Planet's and listen to their truth and wisdom.

Indeed, I would miss it as I always do - I was informed by my agent that the 'Client' had afforded me all and more that I have asked for - private apartments in the furthest aspect of the house - himself priding and understanding the disregard for small talk and all round human connection - puzzled yes by this statement - but to wit I gave it not much attention - and so I set off.

The car (and chauffer) were waiting for me at the station, naturally, the very basic and limited research that I had managed to do on the train - Wifi notwithstanding, was very little other than that they were one of the World's richest families, were exclusivley private, the eldest son (and head of the family) Bastien Beaufordt Le Salle - was infamous for being fierce, steely, devoid of emotion (so Harpers descrioption) and the most elusive and eligable bactchelor on the planet (his younger brother) a hot second, and doing his best to single handidly become ' personally acquanited' with two thirds of the women on the planet.

He was succeeding so Im told and the press and social media did little to disptue this, as the both of them were utterly, drop dead handsome, charming and almost 'carved from the clay of the God's' Vogue's descripton.

Unabashed, I greeted the chauffer - who's warm and kind nature was there to sense, it was obvious too, he had worked for the family for a good deal of year's his face was the same as my grandfather's etched in my memory - one of kindness, wisdom and knowledge, an almost 'knowing' that my time in this beauiful part of the work - on the Cornish Coastlne was going to be one to challenge me to my core. It was too late now, I could not back out and ask Bea (my agent) to re-book the Client and send someone else?!! I was aware in the back of the blacked out - long wheel base Bentley, that I was twiddling my mother's necklace (I always did this when I was nervous or anxious) it as a heart shaped locket with a delicate emeral stone set in the gold - 2 small baguette diamonds adorned the hidden clasp and opening to the untrained eye - it would appear merely as a necklace, albeit a beauful one - but only the wearer would know of the love's secret captured and held within.

The Drive to the house is immense - almost a mile long - upon approaching you can't fail to see the majesty and the size of this stately home, my heart rests a little now - knowing that I will not have to engage in too much human connection, and discussion points, the realisation of this slows my heart rate a little - it's still pounding -but no so loud, or at least I hope so!

My disdain for human small talk and interaction really took hold post the vaccination wars where families, commuities and countries - each believig they were right, took sides and stopped listening or talking with each other, being consumed by arrogance, ignorance and lack of compassion the humans had lost their humanity - it was an ugly affair and even more ugly to engage in.

Compounding this was my natural state or ineage - dubious at best, ostracising at worst - centuries had not mellowed the world's hearts in regard to my kind - empaths's seer's there are many labels - but the prejudice and fear remained - as if in tune with nature and the mother earth - we too were destined to change, mutate, but mutate with the natural law, nature - our gifts too became super power's one was to be trained by and guided by the eldest in the family - out blood was divine, were deemed, sovereign, pure and exceptionally powerful.

Strange I had felt neither or any of these growin up - have lost most of my family through naturall illness, a freak fire and bad heart's the feeling of left behind had nearly crippled me. By twenty - I was emotionally alone, there was no elder to guide or train she had died, and I now know - it would be something, I would neve recove from.

The Butler had the massive Oak door open already before I could shuffle forward on the car seat, as if by perfect timing - the Chauffer was ther to steady me and negotiate me out of the car I looked up - whilst imposing, the house was very beautiful and strangely, familiar if not, welcoming.

Ma'am the chauffer (Fredericke) directed - I smiled and followed - deep breath Storm I told myself you got this, you can do this, I proceeded up the stone steps, each one spanning 400 yards to either side, carvings, gargoyles and the most beautiful aroma everywhere of fresh, white flowers - it was almost intoxicationg, and then, the entrance to the grand hall.Grandmother, must we do this now? The deep velvet voice of her favourite grandson retorted, firm but with due respect and restraint, aware of the position this wise matriach held and hold's sway over him.

Yes, Bastein we must... the elegant elderly lady with perfect diction but notably old french accentuation replied, the in frustration lapsing into a chiding monologue in French...

'Nous devons le faire maintenant, elle est fortement reccomandee' elle est veue restaurer l'oeuvre d'art au moins pouvez-vous etre poli avec elle, accueillez-la et pour l'amour de Dieu l'effrayez pas!'

Ok, ok - I will try to be nice grand-me're!!

Good! The lady dismisses him and she rises to leave the room - with a air of authority and conquer, aware the the boy's are smiling deeply from ear to ear, they have the wicked, frivility of their mother, she misses her deeply. Two centuries has taught her that time does not heal much or, very well.

The two brothers laugh out loud and with vigour Aramande' then looked at his older brother and said, it is good to hear you laugh dear brother, it has been too long.

Just as they were to embrace both sharpley stop in their tracks, and and clutch their chest's at the same time, after a 3 second pause to regain themeselves each says to other - what the hell was that?!

Bastein replies I'm not sure.. but it is something or rather... someone... I've not 'sensed' for a very, very long time. The two of them leave the study and head toward the main house.

The Comtess Madam Le Salle - a resounding deep and autoritive voice declared, as the door's to great drawing room open with a precision entrance Jean Paul the butler clearly had vast and great expeience in opening many doors in this household and indeed for the family, on this occassion though, he seemed to beam with a little extra pride, perhaps he had not announced the lady of the house for a while? Or perhaps he had not, announced to guest's for a while, it mattered not - duty bound I felt compelld to rise and receive this regal majestic, and very elegant lady that was making her way to me across this room.

Her dress and deportment were that of centuries earlier, that quiet confidene that comes from Aristocracy and long blood lines, it was hard to age her somewhere maybe between 50 or 70 but looking at most not much past 52! Beatuiful too, her eyes were striking, and amber gold sometimes with deep hint of green, she seemed to be 'scanning'; me as her eyes took in my person and presence, it did not divert me, more over just really made me feel vetted, and for the task at hand (restoratio of Artwork) I knew I would be ok.

Welcome dear, outstretched arms beckoned me, which felt strangely warm, I accepted them and replied... Hello this was going to be an interesting contract...