Time again for Friday Flash Fics This week I was inspired to re-visit a previous Flash Fiction piece from December of 2017, Waiting On A Friend. In it, Elliot, an ancient and alien creature, was bestowed upon Stanford’s great, great, grandfather and grandmother, Albert and Bergjlot Heasley, from his wife’s magical Norwegian family. Elliot was gifted at their wedding as a protector to Asgard Manor, their estate in upstate NY that Stanford inherited. Elliot could take any shape his masters wished, and for the last few generations that shape was in the form of a silver-grey Siamese/Tabby-point housecat. Though Elliot could never die, he did grow old and in the first story lost not only his mind, but his ability to remain in the shape of the housecat. The creatures Elliot morphed into were sometimes dangerous, and though Stanford and his lover Jeffery were both powerful warlocks, they were out of their league to find a solution. I pick up the story at the arrival of Valia, Berglijot’s great grand-daughter from Iceland who alone had the skill, magic and ancient herbs to help Elliot regain his control.
By the time Stanford contacted Valia, she was already fully prepared. Several months
before Elliot’s condition started declining, she started getting visions.
Having no siblings, she was the sole magical benefactor for her generation, and had
been a powerful vÖlva- a female shamen, with the ability to see many possible future
paths, as well as other gifts.
Also strong was her own connection to Elliot, an ancient magical creature; he was
also her mentor who helped raise her at Asgard Manor before she moved abroad.
Even across such a great distance, Valia felt Elliot’s concern, prompting her to travel to
Honningsvag, the northernmost village in Norway and the only place where the
magical herb grew in stubs protruding out from the base of certain trees.
The powerful herb could even be found in the middle of Winter,
if one knew where to look.
Valia knew exactly where to look and wasted no time, for she felt Elliot’s mind start to
slip long before his first uncontrolled shape shift.
* * *
Stanford made his way around the perimeter of Asgard Manor, for the third
time that afternoon.
“Stanford, please tell me you aren’t worrying.” Jeffery whispered after the first time
Stanford returned from his security check. The Heasley lineage used their
magic only for good and were generally regarded by other magical elder families as
healers and philanthropists. While Stanford wanted to firmly believe no one would
attempt to take advantage of their protector’s weakened state, he couldn’t say for sure
that no one wouldn’t be tempted.
“Jeff, no I’m not! Honest.”
Stanford nodded in Elliot’s direction. Jeffery, remembering Elliot’s frenzied dreamscape,
hugged an apology into Stanford who relaxed slightly into Jeffery’s solid frame. Warmth
shot out of Jeffery’s hands and spread up Stanford’s spine, radiating across his tense
My God, even his hugs are healing.
* * *
“Is everything prepared, grandson?”
Standford smiled. Hearing Valia’s voice be so calm was the exact comfort he needed.
The last time he saw her was right after his parents both died in a plane crash. That was
over five years ago. Having her teach him so many of their magical ways sometimes
overwrote his image in his mind of her as a grandmother, powerful as she was. Her voice
now soothed him in a way only a grandmother’s could.
“Yes, everything you’ve requested is setup in the alter room downstairs. Valia… Elliot, I
can’t hear him anymore!” Stanford choked on worry and held back his tears.
“Shh, I know! Nor can I, dear one! Still, I promise you he’s going to be just fine, do you
hear me? Now I’ll see you both tomorrow night. It’ll be so good to see you again!”
He could hear her smile at him through the phone. More comfort. Stanford sighed,
trusting and believing that his grandmother was right and that Elliot would be, in her
words, just fine.
After Elliot came home morphed as a mountain lion that morning, covered in blood, they
both bathed Elliot and then all three slept while Jeffery administered
reiki -to help Elliot keep his housecat shape intact. During their nap, Elliot used the
energetic bond through Jeffery’s reiki to share his fears with them both of what attacks
could befall Asgard Manor without the full focus of it’s protector. Normally, Elliot and
Stanford communicated directly to each other, telepathically. Since Elliot’s morphing
began, Stanford hadn’t been able to hear his friend and magical mentor at
The visions Elliot shared in dreamscape were paranoid. As he desperately clung
to his role as protector, his mind was flooded with snippits of battles
from other lands and other times-some images were of entirely different worlds
altogether. Still, mixed in were some sensations- energetic attacks
from unseen foes; foes that were quite modern and felt real in the here and now to
Jeffery and Stanford. No amount of caution could be too great.
Valia’s instructions were very clear, and Stanford and Jeffrey followed them to the letter.
Stanford’s driver was not to bring her up to the main house. She didn’t want her
psychic presence so close to trigger a random shift since Stanford and Jeffery had Elliot
calmed down. She would rest for a few hours in the guest house, shielding her presence
as best she could until the ritual could be performed. She would then walk the perimeter
once beforehand, magically securing it as to ensure no invisible creatures had followed
her onto the property.
Jeffery was to remain with Elliot upstairs until signaled to bring him to the alter in the
basement just after 3am. There were no windows in the basement, no exterior access
doors, except for the secret passageways that responded to the Masters and former
Masters of Asgard Manor. When Stanford was a young warlock he asked his
grandmother why the alter room was so secluded, and why any electric light source
was forbidden from being used in there.
“Oh Dear one, try not to think of this place as a room in a basement of a house! Instead,
visualize the endless flow of the magical realm of creation itself! Like the center of a
seed, this place must always remain secure in the darkness. Though we need light to see
our way to do rituals, it is in the darkness that the magic takes root and is
given room to flourish.”
Valia met with Stanford in the guesthouse to explain the meaning behind
what she was going to do, so there would be no confusion during the performance of the
ritual. At 1am, Stanford helped his grandmother set everything up. Hot water filled
the ritual pool in the shape of a diamond in front of the alter. Valia added oils and herbs
and spoke words in tongues no other human had ever heard- and Stanford was expected
to recall and imbue his memory with these accents of his ancestors.
All of the Heasley’s magical foundation was bonded in the element of water. Stanford
watched as Valia painted her left hand in a brown salve-a color and texture that
resembled moist, dark earth. She drew a circle around her elbow with the same salve,
reading from a book of spells and speaking more of their magnificent ancient words
aloud. At 2:45am Valia lowered herself in her magical gowns into the pool in front of the
As she settled in, the crystals around her neck and the water started glowing a deep
amber. More ancient words conjured a grounding spell,
and soon her hand was glowering. Valia was careful to keep her painted elbow
in constant contact with the top of the herb infused pool to control the flames that
slowly erupted from between her fingers.
Stanford knew the salve Valia put on kept her skin from burning, and now-
it was time.
Jeffery swift and calm, placed Elliot off center on the alter in front of the pool. With
her other dry hand, Valia placed a pile of dried herbs into her flaming palm- acting as
a human, magically charged piece of charcoal. She spoke the ancient words, connecting
all elements; through earth, and water, from fire and air. Valia then, with the force of
her own breath, blew the smoke over Elliot. As he breathed the magical vapors into his
lungs- Elliot’s eyes blazed with electric-orange and silver-blue tiny balls of fire,
expanding slightly before directing the blue flames inside, rendering his skin and fur
momentarily white and translucent.
Valia caught her breath and then exhaled, as both Elliot’s expanding blue flames and her
burning fist extinguished themselves, simultaneously.
Stanford and Jeffery were amazed they smelled no charred fur or flesh- just the lingering
scent of the magical herb that registered more like a blue lavender form of sage.
Blue flames suspended in mid-air lit themselves up all around the alter instantly, as Elliot
purred and flicked his tail back and forth playfully. A sense of calm befell the
entire room. Jeffery, Stanford and Valia now heard Elliot clearly in all their minds:
My family, my master, and my friend! Through your powers and your gifts of light and
love, my strength and soul can be recharged and restored! Our magic is forever bonded. I
am in your debt and appreciate all your love.
Valia sensed Stanford’s desire to run and throw his arms around Elliot. He was warned
against such action. They had merely relit a spark; the real magic that needed to
continue would do so inside Elliot, in the dark. She cleared her
throat, beckoning for his assistance out of the pool. As Jeffery and Stanford helped Valia
into the anti-chamber to get changed, the blue flames surrounding Elliot vanished. The
echo of Elliot’s purring was all the comfort Stanford needed, as he quietly closed the door
and let Elliot steep in his own magical self.