Test #5 – The “LOST” Brother Wilfrid Story
The Book Without Words leaves a lot to the reader’s imagination. Here’s where you get to use yours to fill in a blank. You’ve been asked to write a short narrative, a story. Your story should be between 500 and 750 words. Anywhere you can, I want you to incorporate the five senses (to Show not Tell, more examples, and more examples -LoginID:student1000/Password:student).
Refer to any one (or more) of these rubrics to self-assess your story when you think it’s done: Rubric 1, Rubric 2, Rubric 3.
You must be able to show me
- (1) a rough draft that you wrote,
- (2) the fact that someone (other than yourself) proofread it
- (3) a final draft (posted below)
What does every short fiction story have?
- A plot (help on plot 1, help on plot 2, help on plot 3)
- Exposition
- Rising Action
- Climax
- Resolution
- conflict(s)
- setting(s) [help with setting 1, help with setting 2],
- Mood is delivered through the Setting
- character(s)[help with characters 1, help with characters 2]
- Tone is delivered through the Characters
In class you were asked to:
Re-read the monk’s tale (in Chapter 3 Section 16) about The Book Without Words and how the book came to be in Thorston’s possession.
Where do you think Brother Wilfrid spent the intervening years? Imagine.
- Imagine . . . how he must have searched for Thorston,
- Imagine . . . where he must have gone and
- Imagine . . . what he must have had to endure.
Post your story below . . .
You do not have to post comments/discussion on this one.
THIS ASSIGNMENT IS CLOSED. IF YOU HAVE NOT POSTED THIS ON TIME, BUT WOULDLIKE TO SHARE YOUR WORK WITH THE CLASS ANYHOW, POST IT TO THE STUDY HALL.
Mr. Moshe
P. 2
Story
The Book Without Words Test.
Master Thorston knocked Brother Wilfrid to the ground. He then took the book from his crasp and fled, leaving Brother Wilfrid lying on the floor feeling dead. Brother Wilfrid called to Saint Elfleda. “Saint Efleda,” he cried,” help me retrieve the book.” The stench of goat filled his nostrils. Afterwards, Saint Elfleda helped him to do so. He stood up and brushed himself off with the dirt and grass that left an imprint upon his clothes. Then, he turned around and walked along, beginning his life long journey to get The Book Without Words back.
Brother wilfrid had a long journey to find Thorston. He saw many things that no other eye has ever seen. Saint Elfleda has helped him along the journey to get the book out of Thorston’s grasp. She knows who the book’s rightful owner is. As Brother Wilfrid sets out on his journey, he is always accompanied by her. He always remembered the stench of goat that he smelt, the last second he saw Thorston. He followed that scent while being steered in the right direction until he finally found him.
Throughout his journey traveled through Northumbria, he tasted many delectable dishes. Some are a one in a life time chance meal, where you could get no where else. He went city to city to seek Thorston out, until he came upon a cozy town named Fullworth. Every city he went to was more and more different than the next. Each had different kinds of people and was fixed a different way. He traveled through forest after forest and was questioned by many people in towns due to looking quite abnormal. He didn’t fit in with the small beautiful towns, so he stood out upon the rest.
Being by himself for so long seeking the book, he had to endure a lot. He heard a lot of talk behind his back as he passed people along street after street. He had to tolerate not doing anything to these people who keep looking strangely at him.Also, when he walked into sotes, he would feel like all eyes were on him. As he approached Fullworth, he touched everything for a sense that Thorston was there. Along with smelling the goat stench, he finally found him, and got the book back with a struggle. He basically had to endure a life time’s worth to get that book back into safe hands.
When Brother Wilfrid finally got the book and Master Thorston was of no worry, he thanked Saint Elfleda for accompanying him on this long and tough journey. She then dissapeared into the cathedral church. Brother Wilfrid found a tree and slid down to the floor to think over what had just occured. He pondered about if he just dreamt up everything that was freshly in his head. He couldn’t seem to get through his head that his search was finally ended and he had the book. “What to do with it to keep in from causing more people trouble though,” he said silently. Then he got a jolt reaction of what he should do. He realized that he needs to get rid of the book, because it is too dangerous for all of mankind.
He sifted through the sand by the shore until he thought that the hole was deep enough to withold the book in it’s depths. He then placed the book in it’s burial hole, hoping that it will be forever forgotten. He had a lot of doubt that whoever had been involved in all of this could never forget what stress and remorse the book brought upon many. Yet, as everyone’s life progresses and becomes much better, than it was, with the book in their life, they become happier and feel that they are finally and truly free. He felt the sand beneath his fingers as he covered the book, finally, forever.
Brother Wilfreds Lost Story:
Soon after Thorston left, Wilfred had awaken with a large headache. He immediately noticed that Thorston, nor the book, was in sight. He punched the ground with remorse, wishing he had seen it coming. He got, picked up his things, and left for town. He entered the town and started for his house down the street from a large church and a few other older looking buildings. They seemed fairly well built with worn out bricks and wood that seemed a little rotted in some places. As he entered his house, he noticed a woman sitting at a round table in the middle of the room. She had blond hair with blue eyes that looked as if they were sapphires. She had a long, white gown that stretched to the floor as well. It took him a moment to for him to realize that it was Saint Elfleda, the woman who gave him, “The Book without Words”.
“I see he has taken the book, has he not?” she asked.
“I am sorry. I did not foresee him striking me over the head and stealing the book. I know it is my duty as it’s keeper to retrieve the book and keep it away from people who choose to use it for devious purposes,” said Wilfred in a tone that scared even him self.
“I will try my best to help you with what ever I can.”
“I shall become a monk, as this will allow me to explore and learn more than I normally could.”
“Very well then; you may become a monk by going to a temple not to deep into the forest near the outskirt of the city.”
“Then I shall pack some of my belongings and go there tomorrow.”
The spirit nodded her head and disappeared. He went into the next room, which was his bedroom, where a bed lies in the corner with a nightstand next to it against the wall. The next morning; he got up and looked around for a large piece of cloth to put his things in. He then packed a few loafs of bread, a long, brown robe, and a small pot made out of clay so that he could use it to get water out of the well that was in the forest. He then took this things wrapped up in the cloth and headed for the city entrance. As he passed the church, he saw the woman’s spirit have a smile on her face looking at him. He gave a slight smile back and muttered silently to himself, “And now, the journey begins.”
While he became a monk he faced many hardships. He had to face the fact that everyday he studied to become a monk, the closer Thorston came to being immortal. Also, he would have to do many tasks that lead him to be worn out by the end of the day. Eventually, he became a monk and traveled around the country. He would sometimes face the dangers of the wilderness as he was traveling, or he would be in danger by people that have been corrupted. For many years did he search. He would check with people who would herd goats to see if any had gone missing. He would go around to any apothecary shops he could find to see if any odd items had been bought recently. Eventually, these all led him back to where he had started; Fulworth, Northumbria. He sought out Thorston in this city for many more years to come. He would catch hints of goat reek, only to be misled by a stray goat herder. He would sometimes lose himself in the middle of his investigations, only to be put back together by Saint Elfeda’s words. Luckily though, one day, he smelled the stench of a goat from a house that no one really seemed to notice, nor did the reeve know about. It was then that he knew that his search was over and it was only a matter of time before he could finally put the matter of the book to rest.
Seventy-three years ago, a young boy name Thorston stole a book from me that I’m supposed to protect from evildoers. Now, I have found him and got the book back so now I could rest. My journey to find him was not easy. Let’s take a look on my journey to find Thorston. I was weary and I wanted to take a break, but I couldn’t because Thorston had stolen the book from me 61 years ago. I was looking high and low in Fulworth, Northumbria. The town was worn down, some walls of the town were destroyed, fog flowed everywhere, it reeked of goat and oranges. The town was quiet as a mouse and the only thing you could hear was the cathedral bells. The mist came on my old weary skin and gave it moisture. This journey to find the book was a living nightmare. Day and night I had been walking the streets to find him. I vigorously searched for him. I took little breaks and I started again, but I still couldn’t find him. My body had suffered severe weather and being beaten to death because people don’t like the way I looked or for my money. The only thing that was keeping me alive is Saint Elfleda who wants the book back. “Umph” I ran into somebody but they did not help me. The ground was hard and cold. I just want to take a breather, but I could not as long as Thorston has that book I can not rest.
THE UNTOLD STORY OF BROTHER WILFRED
I must retrieve The Book Without Words or Thorston will surely die a putrid, gut wrenching, blood sucking death. He does not know the evils of the stones. He just doesn’t know, he just
doesn’t know. I must gather my strength and find him and the book
before it is to late. I must find him and destroy that book, I must find him.
It has been twenty years since I last saw Thorston. I have been looking non stop, day in and day out for him. I only hope that Thorston has not learned the secret of the stones yet. If he learns that powerful magic, he will need to take two lives, that of a young girl and that of a raven. I have been in such excruciating pain along the way. I have broken my foot three times, just walking. I have passed out countless times and woke to buzzards flying over me, ready to devour my poor, old ,decrepit body. I once went without food for one seemingly endless week and without water for three long and hot days. My mouth was as dry as desert sand in the middle of the summer and my throat as raw as a freshly scraped knee. I must go on…..I have a lot more searching to do. I have to find him, I have to find him.
It has now been forty years to the day (someone told me todays date), since Thorston stole the book from me. I am getting old for this, but thankfully I have been getting some of my strength from Saint Elflede. I have needed a cane to walk for the past 15 years. I could barely bend my left leg and now my right leg is starting to throb, like a heart that has been broken, because a snake bit me. The poison will not kill me but it will cause be incredible pain as I continue to search, to search. I do not know how much longer I can last. I think I am around 55-60 years of age, too old.
It has now been 60 years since Thorston stole that book from me. I have finally settled in a town called Fulworth where Saint Elflede told me I would find Thorston. I have found out where he lives. I have talked to his servant, Sybil, who says he is 73 and has made the stones. According to her, he has already swallowed one and is getting younger. It may be too late.
Three weeks later. Well, I finally caught up with Thorston and he was only one stone away from being reborn. He was very young, only about 13 when I saw him. I was able to grab the last stone from him and swallow it myself. All of a sudden Thorston started to aging rapidly and he was transformed into a pile of flesh and bone.
I returned to the same Island where Thorston first got the book and I burned the book deep in the sand so no one would ever get that book again. Now, I will go with Saint Elflede into the North Sea so I can finally rest in peace.
woopsies,
i accidently copied the rough draft version and submitted it. (:
Here is the proofread version:
The “LOST” Brother Wilfrid
As I walked in deserts, islands, forests, rainforests, and almost every city in the world, looking for thorstan. I wanted, NEEDED that book back. It was cold, lonely and, dark. Nothing was moving except me, as I sauntered down the street , thinking to myself there are only a few cities in this whole world that thorstan could be in and if I don’t find him in those cities I am truly doomed. I saw a small, short, lonely, raggedy clothed child. It looked like he hadn’t had something to eat for about three days. I asked him his name. In a shy timid voice that I could barely hear, he said “Alfric.” He was extremely afraid of me and when he finally got the courage to look up at me, I gazed at his big bright emerald eyes; they lit up the whole street. I couldn’t believe this kid’s green eyes. I couldn’t believe of all these kids in this world I ran into this one. I knew he was sent to me for a reason. I got Alfric to talk to me and he kind of befriended me. He was a gift I wasn’t going to waste or let go.
“Alfric have you had anything to eat in a while?” I asked. “No, and I am starving, I haven’t eaten’ in three or four days.” he replied. I handed him some food, and he acted like it was a whole feast. He was a little orphan child and I felt badly for him. Alfric and I sat down on the side of the curb and talked for a little while. I asked him some questions about the city. He said it was called Fulworth and the city reeve was Master Bashcroft. I asked him if he knew about someone named thorstan that lived in this city. He said the name sounded familiar but he didn’t remember where he heard it. From that answer I knew I was on the right track (GO ME!). I asked him a few questions about himself. His parents both died and he had been an orphan ever since, he normally eats only once a week, but this week was really hard to get food and he was grateful he had found me. I felt bad for the little boy. Him and I got up and started walking down the street. We were walking on Clutter Buck Lane and we saw this old worn out looking house, with a young girl and a raven on her shoulder. With them there was an old looking man. He had reminded me of Thorstan but it wasn’t him. He could not have been that old already. The young boy, Alfric and I kept on walking and as we passed I wondered who that old man was. About a week later I still had Alfric as my little follower and I had found out who that old man was; he was Thorstan. He had come here a little after the last time I saw him. I knew this was my chance to get the book back, but I needed help from Alfric and Saint Elfeleda.
THE END.
Part One
Betrayed by a green eyed orphaned boy seeking immortality, Brother Wilfrid knew he had to retrieve the stolen book. He figured the boy would be easy to find and his quest would be short. How very wrong he was; nothing could’ve prepared him for the dangers that lie ahead.
It was a cold and damp in the early hours of morning as Brother Wilfrid began his quest. While he trecked through the heavily wooded area, he spotted a gang of grungy looking thieves. They were wearing tattered and stained clothing.
Quietly he tried to sneak away, but they had seen him. The biggest of the lot quickly snatched him up. Frightened, Wilfrid back, but the five enormously muscular men easily overpowered him. They rummaged through the monk’s recently blood spattered robe, till they had taken everything but the robe.
Moments later, the monk had begun to regain consciousness. The sickening taste of blood in his mouth made him gag. As he attempted to get up, a sharp, stinging pain shot up his left arm. He immediately knew that it broke in the struggle. Ready to give up, he had lain back down to rest and took a nap.
He woke with a start. He had a dream about all the harm young Thorston could instill upon the world. With the book and his green eyes he could do just about anything he wanted to. For you see, the book contains magic, magic that only those who possess green eyes can see. Brother Wilfrid realized that he couldn’t give up, “The Book Without Words” needed to be returned. He struggled to his feet and set out on his mission once more.
Part Two
Many years had past, and Brother Wilfrid had still not found Thorston. He was more determined than ever; his time was running out. He was the only person that could safely return the book.
Brother Wilfrid had come across the wonderful land of North Umbria. St. Elfleda had shown him the way there, so he knew Thorston had to there.
As he entered the village of Fulworth, the scent of baked potatoes and beef wafted through is nostrils. It was then that he realized he hadn’t eaten in days and was starving. He was instantly drawn to the source of the delicious food. The source happened to be the home of Master Ambrose Bashcroft. Brother Wilfrid eagerly knocked on the door while his mouth was watering uncontrollably. Bashcroft open the door and was surprisingly generous to the monk.
After leaving Bashcroft’s, he passed by the apothecary, where he overheard a girl requesting some rather bizarre items.
“The life stones”, he thought. “Thorston lives here”
Brother Wilfrid hung around the shop everyday waiting for the girl to come back. Then, one day she did. This time she was asking about a green-eyed child. Her master was apparently. Thorston must’ve swallowed the first stone. That means the girl is in great danger. He has to save her life.
The first thing he needed to do was find a green-eyed child and have them get the book to bring to him. This shouldn’t be too hard, seeing as children are easily manipulated. However there seemed to be no children with green eyes. All he could find were brown or blue eyed children. His hopes in finding one were slowly fading.
One afternoon, Brother Wilfrid came across a homeless boy in an alleyway. The poor boy looked famished, as if he hadn’t eaten in days. The monk offered him some food that he still had from Bashcroft. The boy looked up with his brilliant green eyes shining in the mid-day sun.
Test #5 Essay
“He stole it! He stole it! The book with out words is gone!” As he quickly eye balled the room searching for the book with out words he wondered, “Who could have stolen the book?” In a moment an image entered his mind. A very lanky boy with a 5’o clock shadow. The one who wanted the book the most. The one person who was greedy enough to steal the book from me. The thirteen year old boy thorston.
It was foggy morning in Fulworth. A monk named Brother Wilfred woke up furiously. He knew he had to get that book back in his hands. From that very day on he swore that he would find Thorston and the book with out words, even if it took years to do so. Brother Wilfred lived in 20 bedroom mansion. If he can recall his house was featured on MTV Cribs. There was a certain room with ten plasma screen TVs. In the room he could watch Thorston’s every move. He formulated a plan to catch Thorston.
Plan after plan failed over and over again. Thorston, now with the book with out words, was too powerful. Every mission was destroyed with one of the spells from the book with out words. Brother Wilfred could not do anything about that. He thought he should give up, but instead he kept on going.
For about 20 years every thing went down hill. He was a suspect for the city revee. He almost got arrested for a crime he never committed. He thought his life would end sooner or later. On a very strange day he met a short blonde girl name Sybil. By the look of her soft pail face she looked thirteen. He asked her, “I know your master Is Thorston. Do you know where the book with out words is?” “Sybil replied, “Yes I do”. Brother Wilfred knew that from then on things would go the way he wanted. As the chilly breeze blew, the sun shined brightly, yearning for a new day.
Victoria K.
P3. (:
1/18/08
As I walked in deserts, islands, forests, rainforests, and almost every city in the world, looking for thorstan. I wanted, NEEDED that book back. It was cold, lonely and, dark. Nothing was moving except me, as I sauntered down the street , thinking to myself there are only a few cities in this whole world that thorstan could be in and if I don’t find him in those cities I am truly doomed. I saw a small, short, lonely, raggedy clothed child. It looked like he hasn’t had something to eat about three days. I asked him his name. In a shy timid voice that I could barely hear, he said “Alfric.” He was extremely afraid of me and when he finally got the courage to look up at me, they were so bright; they lit up the whole street, big bright emerald green eyes. I couldn’t believe this kids green eyes. I couldn’t believe in this world of all these kids I ran into this one. I knew I was he was sent to me for a reason. I got Alfric to talking to me and kind of befriend me. Because a gift like this I wasn’t going to waste or let go or be so afraid of me he wouldn’t come anywhere with me.
“Alfric have you had anything to eat in a while?” I asked. “No, but I am starving, I haven’t eaten’ in three or four days.” He replied. I handed him some food, and he acted like it was a whole feast. He was a little orphan child and I felt bad for him. Alfric and I sat down on the side of the curb and talked for a little. I asked him some questions about the city. He said, it was called Fulworth and the city reeve was Master Bashcroft. I asked him if he knew about someone named thorstan that lived in this city. He said the name sounded familiar but he doesn’t remember where he heard it. From that answer I knew I was on the right track (GO ME!). I asked him a few questions about himself, his parents both died and he has been an orphan ever since, it normally eats only once a week, but this week was really hard to get food and he was grateful he had found me. I felt bad for the little boy. Him and I got up and started walking down the street. We were walking on Clutter buck lane and we saw this old worn out looking house, with a young girl and a raven on her shoulder. Also outside with them was an old looking man. He had reminded me of Thorstan but it wasn’t him. He could not have been that old already. The young boy, Alfric and I kept on walking past. I wondered who that old man was. About a week later I still had Alfric as my little follower and I had found out who that old man was; he was Thorstan. He had come here a little after the last time I saw him. I knew this was my chance to get the book back, but I need help from Alfric and Saint Elfeleda.
THE END
The “LOST” Brother Wilfrid Story
“As I said before”, continued Wilfrid, “Thorston tried to suffocate me and then he stole the Book.” Sybil nodded. “Well, after three days and nights I woke up. I knew Thorston would be far away in those three days but I had a guess where he went: Italy. He had often talked of its beauty and sunshine. He also fantasized about living there. Being the most logical place, I set out to Italy.”
Here, Wilfrid paused for breath because all this talking was obviously wearing him out. Sybil thought it a bit strange that he was talking to her but she kept listening anyway.
“Well, it took about one year to get to Italy because I had to walk the whole way and sometimes I needed a boat. It was better than how Thorston described it. I was immediately overwhelmed by the smell of fruit stalls, the sight of hundreds of people milling around, the sound of water sloshing against the buildings and the taste of the sea that hung in the air. When I finally stopped marveling at everything, I asked some people if they had seen Thorston. Some said they had but he was seen four months before. Obviously, Thorston could now read the Book and he had found a speed spell. That was how he got to Italy so quickly.”
“Evidently, he got wind of my search and fled. It took another seventy or so years searching the rest of Europe. The reason for taking so long was that I had to go over the whole continent with a fine-toothed comb. I kept having to avoid Viking attacks, climb mountains and go without food for days. I never had much money but I ran out before I even left Italy. Many villages I came to were destroyed by Vikings. Some men were hanging around to rebuild the towns as their own and kill anything that moved.” “How horrible!” exclaimed Sybil. “Since Vikings never come to Fulworth, I never knew how terrible they were, but what you just said makes them seem more like demons and less like simple raiders!”
“Yes,” replied Brother Wilfrid, “they are really terrible. But on with what I was saying.I found many false leads on Thorston because I didn’t knw what he looked like any more. Finally, I came to Northumbria. A few months later (being the small region it is) I came here to Fulworth. Many peple I met had heard of a man named Thorston. He must have thought I was dead by then. When I saw you buying those ingredients at the apothecary, I decided to follow you. Sure enough this is where Thorston lives. I’m so sorry if I frightened you.”
“No problem,” replied Sybil, “You frightened me at first but now I understand why you are here.”
“Thank you for your time,” said Brother Wilfrid as he walked away.
As I fell, he tore the book without words from my grasp, took back his tonic, and ran off through the forest. I lay dying on the thick forest floor, the stench of goat in my nostrils ‘Saint Elfleda’, I cried, help me retrieve the book. I just laid there wondering what I am going to do know. The forest was dark and cold so I decided to go and set out a plan to catch him tomorrow morning. So I went home, got a piece of paper and a pen and I started to write out the plan that I was going to use to get the book back. I went bed and started to think. I would go back to the place I saw him first, maybe I will see him there. I got up and got dressed and left to find Thorsten. I finally reached and he was not there, I did not know what to do I just stood their in silence not knowing were to go from there. I tolled myself that if I kept on walking I might see him, so that is what I did. No luck. I just decided to go home and look at that plan. Plan A was to go in the forest and to see if I could find his foot prints or stepped on grass to tell if he was their. So that Is what I did, I went out and did just that.
I could smell the scent of goat although the forest. I saw no foot prints, and no sign of Thorsten. I just kept on walking to see if it would lead me to the end of the forest. At the end there was just an old house which has been vacant for some while. So I said to myself that no one can live in that house so I turned toward the church. Once I passed the church I knew were I was going, so I just went home. When I got home I saw a rave at my doorstep he asked me if I could show him the way to the church. I was so shocked to hear a raven talk. So as soon as I snapped out of it I followed the talking raven to the church but before I left I asked him why did he have to go to the church he told me to mind my own business, so I just left .The weirdest thing was that the raven he smelt like a goat. When I went back home I felt this wired feeling. So I went back to the church and waited for the raven to lave and follow him.
The raven stayed in the church for more than three hours so i just stood and waited. When the raven decided to come out of the church he walked I though that birds flow but this one could not .As we walked the bird would look back now and again, then I kept on walking, I remember walking this way before, and it was the same house I passed and said that it was vacant. The bird went into that same house, I went in the house after him and I saw Thorsten with the book. I pulled the book from his hand and I ran has fast as I could out of the house. I thought if I ran in the forest he would not find me. As I ran and looked behind me he was right there following me. In the process of running away I got lost but the good thing was that Thorsten was not chasing me anymore. After wondering for another half an hour I eventually fond my way out of the forest, what a relive.
The Magical Adventures of Brother Wilfrid
(Part 1)
The nightmare of those horrible Viking raiders is over, but a new nightmare has arisen. Brother Wilfrid ponders on how he could have been beaten by a child. He limps in pain towards the woods with the smell of goat circulating through his nose. He turns around slowly to see saint Elfleda’s kingdom destroyed. The chill of cold icy wind and the smell of decaying bodies overpowered the smell of putrid goat. He turns around leaving his home in search of Thorston. As he stumbles deeper into the green, damp forest, he hears the leaves blowing through the wind, somehow forming a whirlwind of green and orange. Suddenly a skeletal like creature composed of leaves formed right before brother Wilfrids eyes. Frightened, he sprints out of the way clearing the first strike of the forest creature. He falls near a small luminescent orb seeming to contain flames bursting with rainbow colors. He grabs the orb hoping for a positive effect to get him out of this pinch. The leaves, forming a fist comes flying at him. The end seeming to have arrived was delayed, as the monk was able to roll over in quick haste to avoid the strike. Brother Wilfrid seeming out of breath awakened enough energy within to rise off of the damp earth.
…The monk realizes some thing; the liquid within the grass was gasoline. He stands up and runs towards the beast, gripping the orb and thrusting it at the creature. The creature also mimicked his actions, but only with its fist. The two charged at each other yelling there battle cry’s. BOOM!!!!!!!!! The orb and the creature collided causing a colossal explosion, destroying the forest almost to the point of being barren. There lye brother Wilfrid, still and breathless in a pile of what used to be the creature. A leaf began to flutter slowly around the monk, eventually reincarnating the creature. As it forms it seems to be basing off of the body of brother Wilfrid. As it began to let out a returning scream a fireball swarmed from the sky and hit the beast, destroying it again. This time the leaves were scorched showing no chance of it returning. The monk’s body floated up for a short time then plummets to the earth, making a loud nose causing the birds to flock away. Something else falls from the sky but this time it was a purple orb that seemed to pass through the monks chest. The monk gasped as if grasping for breath. He sits upon the ground and looks around, paranoid, looking for the creature. Spotting nothing, the monk takes a deep breath and stands up. Surprisingly the monk was healed and feeling stronger than ever. He turns to the lookup at the sky, and spots a figure of ….
The sky seemed to flash, temporarily blinding the monk. As he begins to regain his vision, he sees a spirit of what used to be saint Elfleda. She walks slowly to the monk seeming to float, and placed her hand upon his head. The monk gained memory of what she wanted to say. She had given him power surpassing any other power imagined. The monk sat and thought.” Is this fate that I met that boy and that he stole the book? Was I meant to fight that beast? Is this Destiny?”
To be continued……………
(I’m not writing more for this. I’m just writing more for myself.)
Brother Wilfrid started looking around seeing all that was left. The church was in crumbly, pieces. He smelt the stench of something dead and nasty. Brother Wilfrid cried out in despair. He had lost everything he had once known. All except for one person, Saint Elfleda, whom Brother Wilfrid had called upon to get back the Book Without Words from the evil, keniving little boy named Thorston.
“I can’t believe I have been outsmarted by a 13 year old boy.” stated Brother Wilfrid as he walked through an alley that was cold, dark, and damp. “I have to find him before he does anything wrong with the book. Who knows what type of evil he can do with that book?” said Brother Wilfrid, “He can make fool’s gold or maybe even try to make himself immortal.” Trying to his was out of the alley that smelt like a dead and decaying human body, he came across something. It was a raven. When Brother Wilfrid reached down to pick it up, it pecked his hand and started to talk.
“What type of wizardry is this?” snapped Brother Wilfrid. The raven replied. “I am Odo, some 13 year old boy passed by and did something and now I can talk.” Brother Wilrid with joy in his face jumped up and started to dance around. Brother Wilfrid then asked “Did you see which way he went?” Odo replied, “He went down the alley and around the corner.”Brother Wilfrid then thankfully thanked Odo and rushed off to find Thorston. Little did Brother Wilfrid know that Odo had lied and was helping Thorston hide. Thorston had gone in the opposite direction.
Baffled, Brother Wilfrid decided to stop chasing Thorston for a while.
~20 YEARS LATER~
“I should not have trusted that stupid black bird,” said Brother Wilfrid,” I should have learned not to talk to talking animals since that first incident.” The incident Brother Wilfrid is talking about is a run in with a talking squirrel. He was talking to the squirrel and then out of nowhere come all these squirrels that beat him up. Apparently the talking squirrel was a distraction for the ambush. Now, enough about the squirrel attack lets get back to the real story.
While walking Brother Wilfrid smelt something. The smell was damp and it reeked of goat. The Brother Wilfrid suddenly realized and exclaimed “THORSTON! I have found you at last!” He then follows the scent but it only takes him to a butcher selling fresh goat meat. Feeling disgusted Brother Wilfird started to think, “Maybe if I just wait another 58 years. Maybe, just maybe I could catch him.”
~58 YEARS LATER~
Brother Wilfrid, has yet again, resumed his search for Thorston. He soon thinks he is catching up with Thorston. Brother Wilfird starts to smell a familiar scent. The same dreaded smell that nearly killed him. The stench of who he was looking for. The odor of a goat was in the air, the stench of Thorston. When he looked he saw the ordinary except for one thing. There was a 13 year old girl with a bird perched on her shoulder. Brother Wilfrid recognized this bird as the raven, Odo. He then followed to where they were going. Brother Wilfrid then came upon the house that 13 year old girl and Odo were saying in on Clutterbuck Lane. It was a dark and scary place. It reeked more of goat then any other place he had been. Brother Wilfird in excitement then exclaims “I have found you my dear Thorston. I will get back the book if it is the last thing I do.”
Throston had greedily snatched the one thing Brother Wilfred had sworn to protect, The Book Without Words. He was gone, free to do the one thing they wished would not be done, use the evils of the Book. Both furious and frightend, Wilfred had awoken in the hospitality of Saint Elfleda entirely cognizant of the fact that he had to retrieve the Book. Where to start? How far could the boy get? How long would it take for havoc to erupt? He pondered over and over. He would spend his entire life searching for that book if he had to. If death was armed and ready, he would fight it. This child would not be a liability when it came to protecting that Book.
He had propogated a plan that seemed most reasonable and tactful. He would, on horseback, foot or mule, whatever it took and ride to every city and town if he had to, and search every home he came to pass. Most importantly, he would keep a keen eye for peculiar happenings.
Wilfred decided he would take off the moment he had gained full strength. He did not plan to leave his home for good, but would return every so often for supplies and adequate rest. He did so for months and months. Growing impaitent, he quickend his search. He tried. Then failed. Again and again. Worry and panic burned his soul, what if the boy had learned the magic? He became desperate, and questioned everyone, everywhere. Momentarily, he would halt when he came across a green-eyed child, but nothing at all seemed to help. No rumors of gold-making were anywhere near where Wilfred traveled.
Years flew by, Wilfred shuddered at every uneasy step, he could not give up, this task was his and his only. He would hurt that filthy child or should he say man. He would inflict the pain Throston had rendered. Wilfred could not even begin to expect that he had failed because his search was only beginning. As the memory of the day when this madness begun was almost unreal and all hope was lost, Wilfred was growing old, Elfleda, dangerously impaitent, Throston was rotton, sacrificing the lives of his servent Sybil and goat/raven Odo. His frantic pursue had led him to the town and thats where relieve had rushed through him like water to a famish cow.
He had found them! He had found them! He never thought the day would come, Sybil must learn of Thorston’s treacheries before it’s too late. She did and earned his trust. He ridded the childish form of Throston and carried out promises. The Book Without Words, his life, would be buried and to never be found again. Those who can’t control it’s power shall never have to. Now, he can rest, knowing his life-long task is forever completed……hopefully.
Period 2
Brother Wilfred Alone.
It felt as if the clouds were dumping loads of rain upon us, while the sound of thunder echoed in Brother Wilfreds ears. Sitting on the side of a curb he started wonder; “why did I let Thorston get that book, how could I just let him take it from me.” Many mind boggling questions filled his head. Then, Soon after the questions stoped, worries of what might become filled his head.
“I have to find him and take the book back.” Said a determined Bro. Wilfred. “If it’s the last thing I do.
With that began a long and hard journey. One in which will never be forgotton.
Seventy three years later. The monk had grown old and was just about ready to give up his search for Thorston and the book. Knowing full and well that the book was in the wrong hands. Meaning that in the way Thorston wanted to use the book, some one or people may die. While thinking of this Bro. Wilfred was walking down a long dirt road, with sharp and jagged rocks pointing out. When he came up to an old wilted sign. Once close enough he was able to read the words;
Fulworth, Northumbria. A small town in which we believe in “Dura Lex, Sed Lex. The law is hard but it is the law. Since the reeve is the law, it there for fallows that he must be hard.
“I never thought to check here.” Said a rather Dumb Founded Bro. Wilfred. “So if he wasnt anywhere else then I Know he’s here.”
After saying that he went to go find a place to stay. After about thirty minutes he managed to find an old abandoned dirty church, in which he continued his search.
Everybody knows how Thorston stole the book without words but I am going to tell you what Brother Wilfred did to get it back. Brother Wilfred was looking everywhere to find Thorston he looked in Fulworth he looked out of Fulworth. He was searching far and wide. While he was trying to find Thorston he was also thinking on how to get the book back as well. Brother Wilfred never gave up he dedicated his whole life trying to find the book without words. He looked everywhere in London. If you saw him it looks like he has not been clean in years,he is wearing tatered clothes,there is food in his hair, and he has bruises all over his body. He stinks like an old dead body if a skunk came near it would run away. He thinks that he always hears Thorston because he always hears somebody saying “I never want to die never never never”. Brother Wilfred always looks pshcotic. He touches everything he sees like that is going to help him find Thorston. he touches plants, the ground, and everybody he sees. He eats like he has never eaten before. He eats plants, sand, and even old bread. That is why nobody wants to be near him he is just a sick and disgusting old monk. He endured all of this just to get the book without words back and away from Thorston. He even sleeps outside on the ground he uses a rock as a pillow and lots of leaves as a blanket. The worsy part is that Thorston stole the book without words at the age of thirteen and now they are both very old that means that Brother Wilfred has been sleeping outside for so many years. This tells me that Brother Wilfred puts the book without words before anything else. For example he will never take a bath or do anything other than sleep, eat, and of course breath until he gets that book back. He is truly dedicated I have never known anyone that dedicated to something that they would put their own lives at risk.
Brother Wilfred tried every single day to look for Thorston in Northumbria. Firest he investigated in the the apothecarry shop. He also knew some alchemy items could be bought there. He asked the aporthcarry if she had seen an alchemist with green eyes with the name of Thorston. The shop owner rejected. He later leaves and happens to find a certain sulfuric powder. He follows the path and finds a crusty old house. He goes in and happens to find Thorston. Thorston notices Wilfred and uses a binding spell. Wilfred struggles and tries to break free and fails. Thorston then uses a sleeping spell. After waking up , Wilfred happens to find himself in a hole. Wilfred uses a grapple rope hidden in his pocket to reach up to the top. Wilfred then goes back to the house and uses a trapping / binding spell in order to catch Thorston. Thorston is later in the trap. Wilfred however dosent see the book without words. Frustrated, he looks through the whole house and later finds a girl as young as 13 and a raven sleeping. He gets out of the house and notices that this is just the beginning.
Brother Wilfrid decided to pay a visit to the church. It had been about a week since Thorston had stolen the Book Without Words from him. This whole week, Wilfrid had wandered the cold, deserted streets alone, wondering what he was going to do. Even if he found Thorston, what could he do to convince him to give the book back? It didn’t matter; it was his duty to serve Saint Elfleda, and that is exactly what he would do. Once at the church, he approached the altar, and then bowed his head. “I have to find that book,” he muttered to himself. “I swear, by Saint Elfeda, I will find that book, even if I must travel to every town in Northumbria to do so”
Every day after that, he completed a daily routine. First, he would pray to Saint Elfleda, ask for her help, and then search the streets of whichever town he had traveled to. The problem was, though, wherever Brother Wilfrid traveled to, he could never find any leads as to where Thorston could be. Saint Elfleda would sometimes roam with him, but even she could not figure out where Thorston was. All that changed one fateful morning.
Brother Wlifrid awoke bright and early. It had been years since he had seen Thorston. It was time to start his daily search. Wilfrid trudged along the muddy, stinky streets of a small, yet popular town on the edge of a larger, less popular one, Fulworth, Northumbria. He found his way to the decrepit, hundred year old church on the border between the two towns. There, he stood in front of a large painting and asked for the help of Saint Elfleda, whom was the one painted. The Saint’s arm reached out and she began to speak. “He’s not here; Fulworth is where you should look. Look for a girl, a raven, and soon, two boys,” she said. So, after searching other various towns, Wilfrid set off to Fulworth.
What he saw surprised him. The town was large, but almost bare. Cracked cobblestone streets, a few peasants, scattered shops, and dirt, lots of dirt, was all he could see, no matter which way he turned. Wilfrid began to wander along the crooked streets. Eventually, he saw a shop that caught his eye. He decided to take a look inside. The shop was filled with odd ingredients, ingredients that someone like Thorston would use. He approached the slender, middle-aged woman at the counter. “I am Mistress Weebly, the town apothecary. Who are you? You don’t look familiar, and there aren’t many people in Fulworth. Are you a traveler?” she said, her face kind, yet not completely interested. “Yes, I am Brother Wlifrid. I serve Saint Elfleda and have come here in search of a man named Thorston,” he replied. “Doesn’t ring a bell,” she stated blankly. “Well, thank you,” said Wilfrid. Then, he left.
On his way out, Brother Wilfrid saw a young girl, garbed in rags. A small, jet-black raven was perched on her shoulder. He decided to follow them. Wilfrid kept his distance. Eventually, they turned onto a dusty, dirt road marked “Clutterbuck Lane”. The road wound for about a mile before Wilfrid was able to make out an aged, stone abode. The girl and the raven entered. There was something weird here. Brother Wilfrid took a sniff. Goat reek.
“THORSTON!, come back, you know not the evil The Book contains.”I yelled weeping between every word.”Saint Elfleda give me the strengnth.”I moved my hand up to my head and felt dry blood upon my head.A cold rain was falling, I saw a faint area of yellow in the distance, I got up and peered into the distance it was them the same men from the boat.”Hey, you”, they yelled at me. I got up and ran deepeer into the forest.There I came upon a deserted shack and lived there for 30 years until….
One day, I went out to hunt food and came upon a place.A village, perhaps. I went to one of the natives, he was heading towards the church.”Where am I”, I asked him.”You are in Fulworth, Northumbria. I stopped in my tracks. This is where Thorston told me he lived 30 years ago.
And so the search began.
TO BE CONTINUED……..
The LOST brother Wilfred story
“Year 1031,” a man began, “it’s been so long since Thorston took the book from me.With Saint Elfleda’s guidance, i will able to track Thorston down anywhere at anytime.Being a step closer meant more had to be done. To search in a large, cluttered city with a lot of people was a extrenuous task.“I must find him!” , yearned Brother Wilfird.“I must find that devilish boy,” Brother Wilfrid stated repeatedly to Saint Elfleda. “He has my book and it is my responsibility.” After long searchs he finally came apon Thorston’s workshop. Then someone saw him throught the window. A girl it seemed to be. So he fall in to the shadows.”I found him Brother”, Wilfered said as he was walking a way. Every night he would look at the window and every night he would see the girl. Brother Wilfrid remembered the exact words Thorston had once said when he was a thirteen year old boy.Can the book’s magic tell me how to live forever?” One day he knoked on the door. The girl awnsered the door. ” Hello im Brother wilfred”,he said “,m Sybil”, Sybil said.
Nicholas A,
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The “LOST” Brother Wilfrid Story.
“Where do I even begin?” Brother Wilfrid muttered to himself. Bamboozled by the events that must have went on, he began to ponder the whereabouts of his new foe, Thorston. “How? How in the world am I supposed to find where he fled to?” At that moment, Brother Wilfird knew that this was going to be a very long and unimaginable journey.
He could not seem to remember where he was, or anything for that matter. All he was sure of was that there was an evil man out there with the sacred Book Without Words. His first thought, was that Thorston was probably going to find a green-eyed child to read the passages in the book. He started to mentally piece together the puzzle, “Aha! He is going to Northumbria!”
Frantically, Brother Wilfrid began to gallop towards the setting sun with the knowledge that Northumbria was to the west. A bit short of breath, he took a fall, unaware of what caused it. He looked down and noticed that he had tripped over a ragged article of clothing. Eyes bulging, he examined the clothing and came to the conclusion that, “This was the exact tunic that Thorston used against me in order to retrieve the book!”
He knew he was on the right path and that made an uncontrollable burst of joy spread throughout his body. He wiped off the leaves, dirt, and whatever else was on him from his sudden downfall. As old as he was, Brother Wilfrid was determined to get back what was rightfully his. That was why he shakily got up and began to run once again.
As dusk began to creep over the tree infested forest, Brother Wilfrid looked around to see if there were any type of shelter-like areas. He laid down on the muddy ground by a tall oak and felt ashamed. “How could I have let this happen?” he asked. “He wants immortality, and in order to get it, he has to take the life of someone else. I will not, under any circumstances, let that happen.”
That is when Brother Wilfrid promised himself that, indeed, he wouldn’t let that happen. “I will go to any length, and I will search my whole life if I have to. He will be found, and he will be stopped.” After he was through talking to himself, he fell into a deep sleep, ready for the mysteries ahead of him.
During the time I was searching for Thorston I traveled far and met many people. But before I could start searching I had to escape the island. I was forced to hide and wait until the Viking raiders were done ripping through the island and return to there ships. I waited in the brush. They ran right past me many times but never spotted me through the thick trees and shrubs. By the time of dusk they had not yet retreated, they carried on through the night. I am not sure exactly when they left because my eye lids grew heavy and drifted into sleep. It was past dawn when I woke up, the sun was already high in the sky. I managed to find a flotable boat and began my journey off the island.
It didn’t take very long to reach land and I immediately began asking questions “have you see a boy with green eyes and a large book passing by, he reeks of goat” by the answer was always “no”. I traveled all through the lands and across waters. I knew the longer it took me to find him the harder it would become, eventually I couldn’t ask simple questions anymore. He would age and not be a boy anymore, he would also get farther away and I was not sure if I was even going in the right direction. I never stopped looking and it was very tiring. It was getting harder to travel. Saint Elfleda reminded me it was my duty to get the book back. Time passed and I also grew older. This was not how I had intended to live my life, chasing a boy, I had expected to get married and have a family.
I only had one lead through out my searchers. It was a year after Thorston had escaped me. Thorston was only human and would still have to sleep and eat. An elderly woman heard my calls, she owned a little fruit stand where she claimed Throrston had bought from her. She knew where he was sleeping too, in an alley about half a mile away. I wasn’t sure if it was really Thorston but I had to try. I ran as fast as I could but when I arrived nobody was there. I waited all day for him to return, but when it reached dark and he still had not arrived I decided that he must have moved on.
After that I never met anybody who had seen or heard of him. It was as if he disappeared off the face of the earth, like he never existed at all. I began to lose hope that he would use the magic before I could find him. Saint Elfleda encouraged me to keep searching but despite her words I doubted ever finding him. For all I knew he have died. I eventually ended up back in Fulworth still searching, hopelessly as it seemed. I was growing very old and was not sure how much longer I would live. If I died it would be all over and Throston would win, but I was strong and Saint Elfleda protected me. As you know I eventually stopped Thorston with the help of Sybil, Odo, and Alfric. Now I can rest in peace.
The LOST brother Wilfred story
“Year 1031,” a man began, “it’s been so long since Thorston took the book from me.With Saint Elfleda’s guidance, i will able to track Thorston down anywhere at anytime.Being a step closer meant more had to be done. To search in a large, cluttered city with a lot of people was a extrenuous task.“I must find him!” , yearned Brother Wilfird.
Brother Wilfrid had been lying on the thick forest floor listening to the young boy run off with his book.
“The book!” he cried. “He took it! Oh Saint Elfeelda, help me get it back.” his eyes slowly began to close.
Suddenly, a bright light flashed before him. His eyes opened wide as Saint Elfelda stood before him. Elfelda was covered in pale from head to toe. Her feet weren’t touching the ground fore she was floating.
“You seek the Book Without Words, am I correct?” she asked him.
Wilfrid scrambled to his feet. At first, he was speechless. When he found his voice he replied, “That’s correct. It was stolen from me by a boy. About thirt-teen I suppose.”
“A mere boy took the book from you?” Elfelda asked with a raised eyebrow. Wilfrid’s face grew red as he nodded. “I see. I will help you Brother Wilfrid as long as you continue to protect the book and not use it.”
“I promise!” he replied instantly.
“Very well then, we shall track him down. Which way did he go?” asked Elfelda. Wilfrid pointed to the right and the started off. They had followed what they believed were Thorston’s footprints. They led to a clearing and then a fog had rolled in. The fog was thick, and they were unable to see where the tracks continued. “This is where I leave you. You must search now on your own. Once you get the book, call my name threee times and I shall return.” said Saint Elfelda.
Shocked, Wilfrid asked, “W-why? Do you really think I can find this boy on my own?” Elfelda nodded and faded away. “No Elfelda, don’t go!!” cried Wilfrid. It was no use. No matter how much he cried or pleaded, Elfelda would not return. That is, until many, many years later when Wilfrid found Thorston.
On a cold winter day, Brother Wilfrid had been roaming around a dark street in Fulworth, Northumbria. He had come there in search of Thorston, the boy who had many years ago stole the Book Without Words. Wilfrid had seen flyers around town offering a large sum of money to anyone who could track down an alchemist that was believed to live there. Wilfrid knew the book contained alchemy so he prayed this alchemist would be Thorston.
Wilfrid first spotted Thorston walking out of an apothecary’s shop, muttering, “That woman, she’s on to me. I must find another way to buy the ingidients I require.” Wilfrid then followed Thorston, hoping to find out where he lived so he could come up with a plan. Unfortunately, Thorston had not returned home, but to an auction where he had purchased a young girl as a servant. The girl looked about thirt-teen, the age Thorston was when he stole the book.
Wilfrid then recalled Thorston saying he wished never to die. Right then and there, it hit him. Thorston was going to use the book and the girl to gain immortality!! Wilfrid had to do something fast, or it would be too late.
To be contiuned……………..
As Brother Wilfred struggled to sit in an upright position, he could still see Thorston in the distance carrying The Book Without Words and Brother Wilfred was now filled with hatred and regret. Brother Wilfred rested a bit longer on the ground until his body stopped aching and then, exerting a lot of energy, he stood up. “What will I do now?” Brother Wilfred said aloud to himself and he trudged along the pathway. As he looked at the ground in despair, he spotted a small piece of crumbled up paper and picked it up. He wondered whose it could be and decided it was just a piece of garbage so he left it. But then a thought hit him. What if it was Thorston and it fell out of his pocket when they had the altercation. Brother Wilfred quickly scooped it up and opened it. He could see there was writing on it but he did not understand what was written on it, so he said “I must find one who can read.” With a confidence boost that he might find out where Thorston was going, he hastily roamed around for any person in sight but he could find no one. He told himself he would not rest until he could find a person that could read so he continued on.
Brother Wilfred walked for days on end until he found a young boy plowing a garden and ran up to him. “Excuse me my good fellow,” Brother Wilfred said in a cheerful tone, “Can you read?” The lad turned around and Brother Wilfred could tell he was about a couple years older than him because of his lanky and sturdy frame. “Yes, quite a bit actually” the lad said. Brother Wilfred quickly replied “Can you read this to me” and held out the wrinkled piece of paper that he had plucked out of his pocket. The boy looked at Brother Wilfred and then squinting at the torn up piece of paper said “Fulworth, Northumbria.” Brother Wilfred thanked the boy and carried along. Now knowing what the paper said he figured that is where Thorston went and he now had to find where Fulworth was. He asked anyone he met about Fulworth, but no one responded with the answer he was looking for. One day, Brother Wilfred met an old and wise guru that had white, wispy hair and a beard that reached all the way to his knees. He asked this wise guru about Fulworth and the guru said he knows where it was. He told Brother Wilfred to go west until he saw a huge bridge with statues on the other side that were life size warriors and those statues would lead him to Fulworth. Brother Wilfred thanked the guru and continued west telling himself that he will search till the event of his demise.
Seventy-Three of restless nights and boundless pathways past and still Brother Wilfred had not even spotted a sign of this place named Fulworth but this unexplainable hunger made his legs manuver. Brother Wilfred still had the everlasting craving for the Book Without Words through all of these years full of mixed emotions because he knew he had to get it before anyone else did. Brother Wilfred now looked like a walking skeleton with his bones exposed through what was left of his skin and he had very few teeth left. You could smell the stench and rot of his mouth a foot away but Brother Wilfred didn’t care about that. All he wanted was The Book Without Words and he would have no ambition to live anymore because he had suffered enough. On a stormy day, Brother Wilfred spotted lines of statues and put his fist in the air and exclaimed “Alas we meet again my friend” and sprinted on to Fulworth. He could feel every part of his body rejuvenated as he could smell the reek of goat flowing through his nostrils that he has smelled seventy-three years ago. He cackled and reminisced of all the time he had spent chasing after Thorston and all the hardship he went through and he knew he would get revenge. Brother Wilfred was not in control of his actions anymore as he could feel a force overshadowing his mind and telling him that he will go to the end of the earth to get the only thing he had ever desired, the only reasons he continued to live all these years. The Book Without Words.
After summoning enough strength to wake up out of his agonizing pain and get the smell of goat out of his nose. Brother Wilfrid turned and saw that the Viking raiders were still on a bloody rampage. Brother Wilfrid could hear the screams and yells of the other monks as they were being killed where they once stood. Overcomed by such grief, he knelt down in the grass that was being covered by a mist of blood Brother Wilfred prayed to Saint Elfleda , begging that she would spare his life so that he may retrieve the book again someday. When he sat up he saw that there was several Thorston shaped footprints in the grass. These footprints lead into the dark and twisted branches of the forest. Brother Wilfrid Screamed “praise Saint Elfleda!!”. Having just enough strength to stand up ,he set off to hunt down and the book. As he spent some hours navigating through the dense and dank roots and branches of the forest, he started to hear someone mumbling. Listening to the mumbling very closely he understood what was being said. It was a spell from the book without words. Brother Wilfrid said “that has to be Thorston and he can’t be that far from hear.” As he walked deeper into forest following the different spells, Brother Wilfrid started to notice something about the surrounding trees. The trees around him started to look healthier than the other ones. He said to himself ” it must be the work of magic.” When he looked behind one of the trees he saw Thorston sitting on the ground reading the book. When he saw that Thorston had only read two pages of the book, Brother Wilfred said quietly “this must be the work of Saint Elfleda. Praise her!” When Brother Wilfrid was just about to jump on Thorston he mistakenly stepped on a fallen tree branch. Thorston immediately heard this and turned around to see Thorston. When Brother Wilfrid and Thorstons eyes locked onto each other, he gave a devilish grin and said a spell from the book that instantly transported him away somewhere in the world. A blinding swirl of green light spun around Thorston. After the dazzling performance of light the only that stood in Thorton’s spot was ashes.
After spending nearly 45 years looking for Thorston his search had finally come to an end. His endless searching had lead him to the town of Fulworth, Northumbria. He learned of this location after overhearing a talking raven who was once a goat. Brother Wilfrid heard this bird talking to himself in a forest that wasn’t to far away from his location in Northumbria. As Brother WIlfrid was limping down the dirty and muddy streets of Fulworth, he passed the shop of an apothecary. He heard and saw the apothecary talking to a 13 year old slave girl. The apothecary said “lizard’s tails, unicorn’s hair, and 12 white spider eyes, I don’t know what you’re master would want with these ingredients like these? “ Sybil said “ Master Thorston told me that it was something important to him.” The second that Brother Wilfrid heard this he knew this was another miracle from Saint Elfleda herself. This was his last chance to get the book from Thorston once and for all. Brother Wilfrid said to himself “now I shall make Saint Elfleda proud of me. So now full of hope and strength he set of to defeat Thorston and get the Book without Words once and for all.
As I lay dying on the thick forest floor the smell of goat in my nostrils. I thought to myself I have to get the Book without Words or else evil will come. So I got up and started to look around for Thorston I look everywhere up in the trees in the caves and caves behind the waterfalls. Everywhere. So I thought to myself the beach! So I ran as fast as I can I felt the bugs hitting my face as ran to the beach and when I got there I saw thorston running up to a ship full of Vikings. I did the same thing I ran to the ship right next to it that looked empty but, when I got on there was 2 people on it and they saw me grabbed me and put me below the deck. When all of the Vikings got on the ship they put on deck pulled out a whip and whipped me across my back the crackle of the whipped sounded like 1000 hogs squealing right in your ear. The pain I felt was excruciating it felt like a thousand knives stabbing me all at once. When they finished they threw me in a corner and poured all of their liquor on my back so I can feel the burning sensation. Then a year later my back healed and we stopped in what looks like Switzerland most likely for another raid. When everyone got off of the ship I snuck off and went to my old friends house we met at the monastery so I remembered were he told me he lives and from where I was it would take me about 1 week to get there. So I started off walking there in the blazing sun on the very very hard rocks which were also hot was killing my feet. I was so hungry after about an hour so I started looking for food and I found a rat so snatched it up and cracked its neck and put it in my mouth. It tasted so good, the feel of warm blood going down my throat the way it just dropped into my stomach. It was good. Then about a week later I found the house it was empty I felt really depressed. So I went inside when I looked around it was very dark and it smelled very bad so I started to look around for a map but I couldn’t resist looking for what ever that awful smell was so I looked around and it was a pair of old dirty socks. Right next to those socks was the map to
Northumbria. So I slept over in his house and I started off in the morning to find Thorston because I know that the book will only work in Northumbria. so I started go back to the docks as it says on the map that northumbria is more than 2000 miles away from here so I figure that will be a long boat ride. So I headed of for the docks and my sore dirt covered feet were all hurt again. After the second day I started to get hungry and I looked down so a roach and bit it. It was so crunchy and juicy but it was good. About a week later I got to the docks and stole some old mans boat I headed off to Northumbria. After about 2 months on the sea catching fish and drinking some weird water I found an island so I went towards the island and when I got there I saw something sticking out from the sand it was a tunic and it smelled just like goat and I immediately thought Thorston. So I liked around the island nothing at all I found nothing so I went back on the boat and went to Northumbria. After about 4 years on the sea I got to Northumbria and I went to town and I saw Thorston buying milk and I said to myself “after all the time on sea the beatings I got all the roaches and rats I ate was all worth this moment I’m going to get that book back.”
TO BE CONTINUED …
Matt W
Test#5 Contiuned
“Brother Wilfred,” she spoke with a tune of a fine harp,” I will give you what you wish and I will help you. I will guide you along your great journey. If you ever need me just pray.” She gracefully walked over to his shriveled, knealing figure. She placed her elegant plam upon his sweaty brow. She uttered words no one could hear. Immediately, Brother Wilfred felt his muscles fill with energy, his wounds healed, his five senses suddenly far superior than before. He opened his eyes and the glorious saint was gone.
Brother Wilfred stood upon his newly energized feet. He smelled the brisk, cool air of the sea,a faint smell of ash coming from his decimated home, and the strong odor of goat reek of Thorston trailing off twards the North. He felt the smooth, washed sand beneath his bare feet. He heard the cries of the gulls and the monotonous crash of the waves upon the shore. He was renewed.Brother Wilfred began walking twards the north with a quickened pace, in search of the goat reek of Thorston. Days ticked by lick seconds. Brother Wilfred traveled all over NorthUmbria. He walked over pastured countrysides, climbed the tallest mountain peaks, scrambled up every canyon side, just to find Thorston and the precious Book Without Words. Years flew by like eagles upon thw inds and Brother Wilfred never gave up his search. His senses never dulled, his body never quit. His whole being was absolutely reslient in order to complete his objective. There were times where Brother wilfred could sense he was on Thorstons conieving heels. Brother Wilfred was so close sometimes he could feel the pages of the book between his weathered fingertips. Everytime Brother Wilfed came close though, the trail would vanish. Eighty years had passed. Brother Wilfred had tracked Thorston all the way to the town of Fulworth, in a dingy, dilapitated old house on the edge of Clutterbuck Lane. Finally, Brother Wilfred’s chance to redeem himself had arisen.
year 1038
Mustering adequate strength to ascend out of his excruciating pain, the smell of goat to present in his nose. Brother Wilfred hearing the screams of terror of the monks , turned and saw the Viking raiders running amuck on the Island killing monks of where they stand. Overwhelmed with such devastation , Brother Wilfred to cover beneath the mist. As he crawled through the grass his mind was at wits end finding the Book without Words hopefully in time before thorston would be able to do his unearthly desire to be forever young. Also, To return the book to Saint Efleda. As the crawling continued Brother Wilfrid begging for Saint Elflead’s help. So that Saint Eflead may spare his life in order to find the book. Brother Wilfrid had stumble across a small cave that was shielded from massacre he soon drifted of to sleep. Outside thorston was lurking about with the book in his hands. Thorston had stopped to a nearby tree for rest as he sat under the damp, frigid branches of the Weeping Willow Tree . He commence to look through book at first he was confused at the blank pages but when he turned to this one page it became clear he commence to read it .As he read his eyes were glued with fascination it showed the components for being forever young. As timed passed it became morning had come Brother Wilfrid had awoke and commence his journey to find Thorston. He began to walk when he spotted footprints made by one person Thorston. He saw a depression under the Weeping Willow Tree then immediately came to mind that he had one of his worries come to life THORSTON had began to read the book and the buckle that keep the book close was on the ground. Brother Wilfrid now knew that he had no time to waste, luckily there was a path of footprints leading to Fulworth where the foot prints stopped. On a cold winters morning, when a fog, thick as pea soup seeped into the ancient town of Fulworth. Brother Wilfrid commence his search through Fulworth looking for any evidence of thortson. By noon, Brother Wilfrid had enter through the neglected corner of town, at the bottom of Clutterbuck Lane, with its grubby cartilages and virulent well, against the town’s crumbling walls, stood a dilapidated two-story stone house. The first-level windows were blocked up with stone. A single second-floor window was curtained. Brother Wilfrid had a keen interest in this house. So he made camp behind the high toped hedges. Night was approaching but Brother Wilfrid was determined to stay to keep watch of the house. Brother Wilfrid was startled by a sudden rustle of leaves he looked back only to find Master Ambrose Bashcroft, the city reeve. Bashcroft asked why Brother Wilfrid was there camp out behind green hedges, watching the house. Brother Wifrid had a problem if he told Bashcroft of his presence he might get arrested or worse. The city reeve gave his slogan to Brother Wilfrid Dura lex, Sed lex, “the law is hard but it is the law”. He also told Brother Wilfrid of signs of alchemy around Fulworth he mentioned that alchemy is illegal in Fulworth. Brother Wilfrid was in a tight spot when suddenly a girl darted from the house Bascroft went a darted right after her. Brother Wilfrid overcome joyfulness packed up his things and went off . In the back his mind Brother Wifrid had conjured a plan he would find the girl that ran abruptly out of the house. The next morning Brother Wilfrid walking towards River Scrogg, the poorest part of Fulworth spots a girl around 13-years-old walking hastily down the street brother Wilfrid goes to the girl to talk to her . He Introduces himself and she does the same .Her name is Sybil she says she is the servant of Thorston, he is a old man always in his room working on the spell that came from the book he had. Brother Wilfrid he is surprised with the news as they began to talk Wilfrid begins to ask her some questions about her master one of the questions involved her master and a book he uses.
She told Wifrid of the Book without Words. Wilfrid to her of Master Thorston as he told her eyes began to get bigger with every word she was speech less after his last word. But Wilfrid had a proposition for. As their talk from before she had told him of why she had ran out of the house her master had swallowed a stone and he fell dead she was overwhelmed of what happen and had to go clear her mind . Brother Wifrid would only want the remaining stones and the book. Sybil thought for moment would she really want to help this stranger . She agreed so that very night they both went to the house Sybil went upstairs to get the book and stones when to her surprised her master had came back to life now their plan had changed. She quietly went down stairs only to be summoned by her master. Wilfrid waited and nothing changed wilfrid waited to the next day to see Sybil. The next day Wilfrid spotted Sybil she told that Master Thorston had come back to life but much younger. Brother Wilfrid had to work on a new plan ,”we wait until the third day to make our move,” stated Brother Wilfrid.
Third day had arrived by then Master Thorston had eaten another two stones he is younger and more stronger as told by Sybil. By this time in order for him to become prenatally young is for him to eat the last stone The Time Stone. This night he’ll be dead again that is when we’ll strike. So they both go to Master Thurston’s house they go up the stairs and Sybil doesn’t see the stone on his work table she searches for it and it is in his purse she reaches in it and pulls out the stone from his purse. She quickly grabs the book and runs down the stairs with brother Wilfred and they both go outside. Brother wilfrid with the face of satisfaction is given the book and stones by Sybil when a moments notice Bashcroft , he orders for the book and stone to be given to him so as they give the book and stones to him they sight thorston coming from the front door very much young he wants the book and stones. Thorston raises his arm and Bashcroft is wiped from his feet a hundred feet away. Brother Wilfrid and Sybil step away slowly as each step Thorston get angrier but his appreance get more uglier and weaker. They both see that thorston is no longer able to support himself in a matter of seconds Thorston drops to the ground the air around them gets more chilly .Thorston’s skin becomes ,ore loose and has a greenish decomposed color , his hair turning black to gray in a matter of seconds. He yells he needs the time stone Brother Wilfrid and Sybil only stand there watching Thorston only turn to decomposed flesh. The day after it is quiet Wilfrid and Sybil go to the graveyard where they meet Saint Efleda she is content that the book has been returned she gives Sybil eternal wealth for her help. Saint Efleda and Brother wilfrid got to the old monastery to buries the stone and the book for no one else to find.
It was in the year of our lord, 986, on a winter’s night as cold as the Arctic itself, a fog, thick as wool and as dank as a dead man’s hand, settled in to the ancient town of Fulworth, Northumbria. Voluminous, freezing, icy drops of water poured down from the heavens as the temperature dropped to a severity of coldness. A young monk by the name of Brother Wilfrid was lying unconscious on the cold, wet ground by which the earth around him started to sink. As he arose, dazzled and confused, he quickly noticed the earth below starting to cave in. He instantaneously spoke ancient words of the Latin language and he levitated off the ground to the top of a tree. Wilfrid now educed what had happened earlier. That foolish young rascal Thorston had stolen The Book Without Words for his own selfish means. “I won’t rest until I get the book back,” said Brother Wilfrid, “even if it means spending the rest of my life looking for it. And so his journey began. Brother Wilfrid was ready the next morning having rested overnight at the sister monastery of The All Saints Church which had been where Wilfrid ran from and had undergone a brutal demolishing from the Viking warriors. Wilfrid gathered his belongings to take with him. In his possessions he had: a small leather book which spells he kept in from which he acquired from The Book Without Words, a pure silver cross wrapped in animal skin, ingredients for more complex spells the monk could conjure up, and a few provisions. Wilfrid decided to take the Trail of fallen Men since it was the only way out of Fulworth. The Trail of fallen Men was a narrow strip of land with cemeteries strategically place on either side and the field was anhydrous to the point where no living organism or plant could survive in this barren wasteland. It was called the Trail of fallen Men because a countless number of people tried to cross, but never made it. No man could survive this lifeless landscape without much needed food, water, and your sanity. As Wilfrid began to promenade through the trail, he started to hear noises coming from either side of the cemeteries. It’s probably just the wind he said to himself. But it wasn’t. When he looked around there were rows and rows of spirits and ghosts watching him pass by. They were saluting him for reasons unknown. Then all of a sudden a huge dragon rose from under the trail. It was Tiberius, the three headed dragon. The huge dragon swooped its claw at Brother Wilfrid and it missed him by an inch. Brother Wilfrid started shooting electrical bolts from his hands but it made Tiberius angrier. Then all three heads came down at once trying to gobble up the monk. But Wilfrid was staying strong. He kept ducking and jumping over the heads but one came from behind and swallowed Wilfrid. There was a large rumbling in the belly of the beast and the whole dragon exploded in to pieces. The ghosts all cheered and they returned to their graves. Brother Wilfrid continued his journey. Two months later, Brother Wilfrid reached the end of the trail and into the city of Raxenberg. It was there Wilfrid was beat down and imprisoned in the city by the order of Master Thorston for 35 years. His mouth was taped so he could not speak any spells to free himself.
It was the year 1021 on a summer’s night so blazing hot that the rain drops evaporated with anything it came on. Brother Wilfrid broke out the jail and is on the run now. The ghosts and spirits are helping him by killing anyone who tries to go through the Trail of fallen Men. For the next 20 years he goes into hiding so the local authorities don’t catch him. After everything settles down, Brother Wilfrid opens up a church. Then one evening he smells ingredients that are used for the stones of life and a stench of goat. “I have found Thorston last!” screamed Brother Wilfrid. He then goes to the house the next day and spots a girl. The girl sees him and comes with a bird. They say their names are Sybil and Odo. The monk explains how their master stole the book from him and he must get it along with the stones. And so Brother Wilfrid found the book at last and balance is restored between good and evil.
Brother Wilfred spent years and years broading over The Book Without Words. He remembered the stench of goat when the book was stolen from him. The name sudenly came to him. Thorston he mutter to himself, the boy’s name was Thorston.He knew the book’s magic was evil, and Thorston wanted to use it to become immortal. Wilfred knew he had to get it back. Brother wilfred started in the east and decided to work his way toward the west of Northumbria. Brother wilfred searched all over the east of Northumbria. He endured humid and frigid climates searching over rugged landscapes. Before he knew it, he was cover with bruises and scrapes.He met a band of robbers, but by Saint Elfleda’s power he was able to escape from the evil robbers. After a few months, his clothes were run down to rags, and his skin was black with dirt and grime. During the nights, strange growls and hisses came from every direction. His condition worsened everyday, but all that was on his mind was the book and the goat boy, Thorston. He entered the west of Northumbria. He had heard strange myths of this side, but they were nothing compared to what he encountered. he saw a cyclops as big as three of him plus, but thankfully he was well hidden. Brother wilfred also met up with some elves. They were very kind and gave him a good filling meal. He stayed with them for a week(thankfully they gave him some new clothes) and then he set off once again. He met up with a gremlin named Golfin. Golfin seemed nic enough, but in reality he was a cannibal, who was waiting to eat Wilfred the first chance he got! Thankfully the evil gremlin fell off a cliff and died.
He started traveling back to Fulworth, near the heart of Northumbria. for a year everything was peaceful. then, he met up with this girl. She looked about thirteen. she said she knew who Thorston was, and where to find him. She did not trust wilfred however.He thought he was finally going to get what was his back. He finally knew where thorston was.
After Thorsten had stolen The Book Without Words, Brother Wilfrid returned to the monastery to find the Viking Raiders gone. He pulled open the heavy oak door leading to the chapel and slowly walked in. In the center of the monastery there was a giant white-marbled statue of Saint Elfleda. The regal woman seemed to stare at the damage the Vikings had inflicted upon her chapel.
Wilfrid walked slowly up to the huge statue and knelt, bowing his head. “Please, Saint Elfleda, forgive me, for I have failed you”. He spoke out loud, his voice echoed off of the high ceilinged room. There Brother Wilfrid knelt, for nearly an hour, deep in prayer.
Suddenly, a ghostly figure of Saint Elfleda emanated from the statue. Her entire figure was luminescent and slightly transparent. She wore a flowing white gown, her bare feet hovering three feet off the ground. She looked down at young Brother Wilfrid and smiled.
“Do not be sorry yet, Brother Wilfrid”, the woman spoke. “An error doesn’t become a mistake until you refuse to fix it”. Brother Wilfrid looked up and considered the saint’s wise words. “But my Saint, what would you have me do? Thorsten is probably miles and miles away. I doubt that I’d be able to find him now,” Wilfrid explained. Once again the saint smiled. “Where there’s a will, there’s a way…” she said. With that said, she glided back into her statue.
Brother Wilfrid got up and nodded. “I understand now. I shall not disappoint you,” he said. He turned and walked confidently out of the chapel and towards the beach. He knew what to do.
Just as Wilfrid had expected, in all their haste, the Vikings left one ship behind. Wilfrid climbed aboard the Viking ship. It looked like an antique. The wood was beginning to rot away, and there were holes in the hull from countless skirmishes and raids. It was built to hold about thirty men. There were fifteen seats lining both, the port and starboard sides of the boat, each seat with its own oar. This meant it would take thirty men to get the boat off the beach and moving on the open sea. This would be a problem for Wilfrid, because he was a scrawny child, and the only inhabitant left alive on the island.
So Wilfrid sat, stumped by this new difficulty. After a while, Saint Elfleda’s words echoed through his head; “Where there’s a will, there’s a way…” Wilfrid got up and walked the length of the boat, only to trip and fall flat on his face. As he got back onto his feet, he turned and looked at what had tripped him. What he saw would solve all of his problems.
It had been a white canvas sail that his legs had gotten caught up in. Wilfrid smiled in spite of himself and hoisted the heavy mast into place on the deck. Immediately the wind picked up and pushed the sail. The boat was now in the water, on open seas. Wilfird sighed in relief and sat down to look at the island he was leaving behind. Before long, that island was no more than a black dot on the horizon. Then he dozed off.
**LATER**
Wilfrid made port in a town called Fulworth. It was a small, dingy town. The air was stale and smelt like rancid ale and goat’s reek. It was truly a town worthy of Thorsten. The streets were littered with dung and scraps of garbage, and the buildings looked as if a touch would sent them collapsing upon themselves.
So Wilfrid strolled down the streets, searching desperately to find Thorsten. As Wilfrid turned down an alleyway, he caught a glimpse of Thorsten, clutching The Book Without Words. Thorsten slid behind a door, into an abandoned house. Wilfrid ran up to the door, tried to pry the door open with all his strength. It was all to no avail. All the windows to the house were boarded, and there were no other doors.
Wilfrid found the nearest church, and entered it. The church was empty except for another monk, who ran out of a side door as Wilfrid entered. Wilfrid sat down on a pew and bowed his head.
The ghostly figure of Saint Elfleda floated forth and looked down at Wilfrid. “Do not be discouraged, Wilfrid. You have found Thorsten. All we have to do now is wait for the opportune moment. When the time is right, we will get the book back.” She said. Wilrid looked up and nodded.
The “Lost” Brother Wilfrid story.
“A boy by the name of Thorstan, later on called your Master Thorstan, wasn’t a very fair man, Sybil”, said Brother Wilfrid. “He stole something from me and since then things haven’t been the same. Well what happened?” Asked Sybil. “I took you here down by the graveyard so I would be able to tell you everything, down to the last detail. So get comfortable. Well one afternoon, I saw your Master Thorstan down at the well getting some water. His face and body was covered with dirt, like he hadn’t taken a shower in weeks. His hair was uncombed, his clothes were all wrinkled and torn up. And the smell of him was worse than a garbage dump. I had felt bad for the poor kid, he looked about thirteen, a real young fellow. So I thought I would go over and keep him some company. We greeted each other with nice hello’s, and talked about each other to one another. And of course, I had to of had the book with me. What book?” Asked Sybil. “The Book Without Words of course! Anyways, I don’t know what I was thinking that day, telling a complete stranger all about the Book Without Words. I told him almost every detail, but one, one that I wish I could take back was It desires green eyes and earthly desire in order to be able to read this book. Thorstan was asking question after question, and I was giving answer after answer. If only I had known he was a backstabbing, dirty, rotten, Thirteen year old boy who only though of himself. I hadn’t noticed his green eyes, I wish I would have and I might of still had the book today. His eyes had lit up, and I could tell all he wanted was his dirty hands on the book. I told him I had to go, and without letting him reply I ran as fast as I could into the forest. I saw Saint Elfleda later on that evening and told her to keep an eye out for Thorstan because I didn’t trust him one bit! A couple of weeks later there had been a terrible storm in the Town of Fulworth that was very severe and many residents weren’t able to make it. Mainly the Monk’s of Saint Elfleda’s. After the storm had passed I went for a little walk to see all the damage the storm had caused. There were trees and leaves scattered all throughout Fulworth, so bad you could hardly see the ground. Some people’s homes got destroyed during the storm from all the flooding. People were out searching for all there belonging’s that had been taken away during the storm. And of course out of all the people living in Fulworth, I had to run into your Master Thorstan. I could tell by the intense look in his eyes, he wasn’t going to let me escape this time. The way he was looking at me, was the way a Lion looks at it’s prey right before they eat it. I started shaking and I was trying to think of something I could do to distract him so I could get a clean get away. All I could think of was to run, so that’s what I did. He was too fast for me and when he caught up he started beating the living daylights out of me. I was too focused on not letting go of the book, that I could hardly feel the pain. All I was worried about was that book. Thorstan was getting really mad now that I still refused to give up the book. At this point, he threw me to the ground and wrapped me tightly in a cloth to the point where I could hardly breathe. I became unconscious and when I awoke, the book was nowhere to be seen. I was furious! I’m sure people could see steam coming out of my ears from a mile away. I looked everywhere for the book. Left, right, high and low, but it was no use. It was no where to be found. And till this day I haven’t seen your Master since.”
“I must find that devilish boy,” Brother Wilfrid stated repeatedly to Saint Elfleda. “He has my book and it is my responsibility.”
~50 Years Later~
Brother Wilfrid was still in Fulworth. Still as healthy and as hungry for the Book Without Words, as ever. He decided that today was going to be the day he would get his book back. He headed into the city in search for Thorston. He had never really gotten over the day of the theft. He finally reached Thorstons house. He knocked on the door three lengthy times. A girl names Sybil answered it. Wilfrid immediately jumped to start talking. “I need to speak to Thorston,” Wilfrid rambled. “He’s not available right now,” Sybil mumbled. SLAM! The door was shut. He was feeling weaker and weaker as the day passed. How could he stand to live without his most prized possession for any longer? “Can the book’s magic tell me how to live forever?” Brother Wilfrid remembered the exact words Thorston had once said when he was a thirteen year old boy. Instantly, it hit Brother Wilfrid. Thorston WAS available but he couldn’t answer the door because he was too busy yearning to learn the secret to immortality! The world paused right in front of him. Wilfrid couldn’t believe that Thorston was actually going to figure out the secret to live forever! The four stones and the multiple deaths… Wilfrid was almost scared of the outcome. He got up from a bench he had rested on. Running towards Thorston’s castle, he was grunting words to himself. “I’ll get him. He won’t live forever.” Those were some words passersby could hear. He finally reached the misty house with vines growing up the sides. He knocked on the door but this time it was more of a bang, rather than a soft tap. Sybil opened it rather quickly. “I need to see Thorston NOW!” he belted out. “I’m sorry, Sir but, he’s dead,” she’s replied in a soft whisper. “Dead? How can he just die? He has my Book Without Words!” he shouted. “I’m sorry. Did you say the Book Without Words?” Sybil asked gently. He answered, “Why yes, of course.” She jumped. “I know where that book is! Thorston keeps it in a locked chest in the basement. Would you like me to fetch it for you? You don’t seem very content without it,” she said. “Yes, please,” he simply begged. Sybil raced up the stairs and Brother realized that she had a black crow perched on her on her shoulder. When Sybil and Odo reached the chest, Sybil set Odo down let him concentrate. “Ofan, Ofan,” Odo said. Almost a second after, the lock on the chest melted right into water! Sybil snatched the book and ran downstairs clutching it tightly. She handed it to Brother Wilfrid. He thanked her respectively and they both lived happily after.
“I must find him!” , yearned Brother Wilfird. Brother Wilfrid has had a very important iten stolen from him, The Book Without Words. Brother Wilfird has searched for years to find the theif, Thorston. Walking through the streets of Fuworth, Wilfrid gazed upon every living creature that passed by him. Using his keen ears, he listened to many people’s voices, to see if he could hear Thorston’s mischievious voice. Not one person looked or sounded like Thorston. There was one thirteen year old that resembled how Thorston looked when he was thirteen, but Brother Wilfrid knew it could not be him. When thirteen year old Thorston passed by Wilfrid, Wilfrid could taste the the trouble the little boy was going to get in. The young boy observed Wilfrid, and quickly ran away. Wilfrid got tired of searching. Months after months passed, still no sign of Thorston.
Brother Wilfrid was getting very impatient. He had to know if the book was okay! Brother Wilfrid tried to remember exactly what happened the day of the theft. He remembered Thorston saying, “Brother Wilfrid, can the book’s magic tell me how to live forever?” and “Please, my desire is never to die.” Wilfrid abruptly stood up. The thirteen year old that he saw WAS Thorston! Thorston used the book to become younger, AND IT WORKED! Brother Wilfrid felt so blank. He caould not believe it! Thorston was young! Thorston was thirteen years old! Brother Wilfrid really did not know what to do. He kept asking himself what to do. Brother Wilfrid suddenly grabbed his coat, and surged out the door, he went to the exact spot where he spotted thirteen year old Thorston. He asked some shopkeepers if they’ve seen any young suspicious green-eyed child. Basically all of them responded by saying, “No, sorry.” Wilfrid got frustrated, he asked one last shopkeeper. She said no at first, then all of a sudden it dawned on her that she did see a young green-eyed child! “He went that way, straight into the forest!”, she said ending up with no breathe left. Brother Wilfrid was in such a rush, he forgot to say thank you. He pushed every tree branch that was in his way. “Almost there!” Brother Wilfrid shouted. Thorston was resting his head on a rock, and quickly woke up, as soon as he heard Wilfrid’s voice. Thorston knew he was searching for the Book Without Words. With rage, Thorston stood up, and was about to run, but then he felt a hand on his shoulder. He nervously tilted his head, it was WILFRID! “Give me the book, you theif!” “Its safe! Okay?” “What language do you want me to speak? GIVE ME THE BOOK!” Thorston dropped the book, and ran away, just like old times.. Brother Wilfrid looked up into the sky, and said with content, “Thanks Saint Elfleda.”
Brother Wilfred is constantly reminded of the Book Without Words. After Thorstan left him in the dust, he has been spending his life looking to get it back. As you can see, searching for Thorstan was a hard and exhausting job. He searched for many many years until with the help of Saint Elfleda he landed in Northumbria; the city where the sun never shines. Being a step closer meant more more had to be done. To search in a large, cluttered city with a lot of people was a extrenuous task. Asking people who knew nothing of him was no help. On his own, stuck, homeless, and cold, he ran into Saint Elfleda once more. She allowed him be a monk again. But one day was different. He noticed this shy, 13-year old girl with an expession so serious it was unnatural walking by to the apothecary’s. He then remembered that to make the immortal stones certain ingrediants were needed; including a 13-year old’s life. So he quietly followed along the old, dusty road behind her. As he was walking he saw that a bird was traveling along with her quietly sitting on her shoulder. As he walked towards the apothecary shop owned by Mistress Weebly. Closely behind the girl he stopped. He patiently waited behind a building. As the girl walked in, he heard her softly talking and aslo Mistress Weebly’s uneasy voice. She too knew of Alchemy. As she walked out he noticed the city reeve walking in. He decided to stay and listen. He heard indistinct yelling and he saw two gaurds in red suits walking and then taking postion each on one side of Mistress Weebly’s door. The one thing he heard was; “i’m placing you under house arrest.” Brother Wilfred decided to continue his search and started walking along the old, dusty road once more. Dark was approaching in a couple of hours and the wind grew stronger. But suddenly, a familiar scent was bourne on the wind. A stench of goat seemed painfully familiar. As his memory slowly reconized the scent, his face grew long and sullen. Filling with hatred once more, his motivation suddenly increased. He continued walking with such determination that his footsteps echoed down the alleys. The scent grew stronger. The wind seemed to be speaking to him; telling him where Thorstan was. Time seemed to be standing still because as much as he walked he didn’t seem to move. Well as a matter of fact he was. He had been traveling in circle; halucinating due to hunger. he decided since he knew the area where the house was at, he would go eat. He returned to the church telling Saint Elfleda everything. As he relived the tale he grew more and more excited. The next day was a day of victory! As he walked outside, the chill of the wind grew over him. He knew the wind’s words. He walked directly where he was the day before. Then he saw it. Thorstans home. He was filled with such anxiety, that the smell of Thorstan overtook him. “Now that I’ve found you” he said “What to do next?”
Brother Wilfrid:LOST!
It was a cold and wet night as Brother Wilfrid lay on his back in the tree covered forest. He could hear the noise of owls “hooting” and crickets “chirping” and he also could smell the dirt ladened with moisture. As he lies there on his back he wondered about Master Thorston, The Book Without Words, and what Master Thorston would do with the book. The book contained powerful information on how to make gold. He knew he had to protect the book, but now he couldn’t because it was not in his possession.
During Brother Wilfrid’s long journey he had been through a lot of hard times to find the book. It all started on the old and dreary streets of Fulworth. Brother Wilfrid had gone through back alleys that smelled like garbage and walking though the courtyard was difficult because of all the fog. He asked, every single person he saw,” Have you heard of a man named Thorston.” He did this because he was determined to find Thorston and the book that belonged to him. All people would say, “No we don’t know him.” Brother Wilfrid would get very tired and angry but he would never give up until he had the book no matter how long the journey would be.
Then one day he decided to go to the other side of Fulworth. Which he knew was going to be hard because he had to go through more tree-covered forests and up and down steep hills. While doing this he would be striving to locate the book and fighting for his life. When he got there he went inside a store looking like a man who had just come from war and asked a woman if she had heard of a man named Thorston. He knew she did by how her face lit up with rage. She said,” Yes I know him. He is that man who has a book that makes gold and needs a green eyed child to read it.” “Yes that’s him”, replied Brother Wilfrid with excitement. The woman said furiously, “ He lives a few blocks away in a two story house next to a 200 year old graveyard that has mold growing on the head stones. The trees are very high and mid-way, fog covers the ground. The house has cobwebs covering the windows and the door is so old that when you open it a creaking sound echoes. You will know when you found it because a shiver will go down your spine. Living with him is his maid, Sybil, and two boys with green eyes, named Damian and Alfric. Damian was once my dirty, little slave.” Brother Wilfrid said to himself, “Finally I have that ugly, selfish Thorston and The Book Without Words.”
THE END…..
Brother Wilfrid spent the intervening years from the time Thorston stole the Book Without Words to the events occuring in the story, secluded and hidden among the citizens of Fullworth. He has been hiding from the evil ones that wanted the book years ago, when Thorston had stolen it. He lives in a tiny , one-room cottage among other cottages in the middle of Fullworth.
But, because he is in hiding, he must use many different disguises, the one e usully uses was a long black robe with a hood, the same he wore when he met Alfric. He uses this and his other disguises to conceal his identity and his grotesque face that makes him look like as if he was a living skeleton. Basically, everyday is the same routine ; first he goes out to shop for food, then he sets up shop, selling the many rare and expensive things he has found on his journeys, and finally at night he studies all his notes and clues and tries to track down Thorston, while trying to avoid the evil ones. One night, he picks up one of his notes with his boney hand and notices something different, it feels smooth and he starts noticing symbols appear on the borders of the sheet. It was a page from the Book Without Words.
Wilfrid is stunned and shocked. Thoughts run across his mind, he hears the screeching voices of his companions that have died because of the things they had done for the book in his mind. Little did he know, that outside his window, one of the evil ones was watching him. The evil one burst open the door and immediately a foul smell erupted into the room, that smelled like old fish and spoiled milk combined. The evil one punched Brother Wilfrid in the mouth, and he fell back on to the floor, tasting the leaking blood from his lip. Wilfrid then grabs the page from the book and sticks it in his pocket. Then Brother Wilfridopens up a drawer and pulls out a glistening, large, silver sword. Instant fear and regret crawls up into the evil one’s mind. “Leave and never come back, or I will kill you,” says Brother Wilfrid. The evil one leaves and says “you better watch your back Wilfrid”. Brother Wilfird puts away the sword and sticks his hand into his pocket, and gets out the wrinkled up page. He glances at it and the rest of the words on the page appear. “When you put fear into an enemy, you can then find a greater enemy,” was the words written on the page. Then Brother Wilfrid started to see a map form on the page showing the location of himself and the location of his greatest enemy, Thorston who has the rest of the Book Without Words.
A young monk by the name of Brother Wilfrid was entrusted with a huge responsibility, a precious book. Earlier in his years, a troubled teenage boy had stolen that powerful book from him. Previously, Brother Wilfrid had explained every concept of the book to the boy. It’s title was the Book Without Words. He mentioned that they had to keep the book away from evildoers. Confused, Thorstan, the teenage boy, opened the book and viewed that it was a loss of words. Hence, the Book Without Words. Brother Wilfrid clarified that only green eyes and an earthly desire can read the sacred book. Thorstan, with bright green eyes, suddenly felt a bit excited. Brother Wilfrid then snatched the book and closed it shut. He knew he should have kept quiet about this huge situation. Thorstan desired to live forever and he believed the Book Without Words obtained the secret to ongoing life. In Thorstan’s mind, he had to get that book. Rebellious, Thorstan knocked Brother Wilfrid down, retrieved the book, and darted across the bland courtyard. All of this because Brother Wilfrid wouldn’t let Thortsan use the book to his advantage.
Brother Wilfrid searched for many years to track Thorstan down and retrieve what used to be his. One scolding hot day, Brother Wilfrid stopped by the local market to purchase some fruits. He was a regular costumer there, so his order was automatically ready. Surprisingly, that wasn’t the case today. The employee selling the fruits looked entirely different than usual, and Brother Wilfrid’s order was nearly complete. “Excuse me sir,” Brother Wilfrid exclaimed, “why isn’t my order ready? I’m on a tight schedule. I have an important mission to accomplish today, and I need my fruit!” “I have no idea what you’re talking about, mister.” the unidentified employee replied with ravishing green eyes. “By the way, if you don’t mind me asking, what mission do you need to complete? Maybe I can help.” Brother Wilfrid felt tension between the two of them but didn’t know why. “I am trying to retrieve a precious object of mine that has been stolen twenty years ago, by a boy named…Thorstan.” The employee gasped. His proportional green eyes bulging out of their sockets. While tucking a square-shaped item under his tattered tan shirt, the employee stared into poor old Brother Wilfrid’s eyes. “Thorstan, you said?” “Yes, Thorstan. He has stolen a sacred book from me and it is a necessity that I get it back!” Brother Wilfrid yelled. Slightly embarrassed for throwing an unnecessary tantrum, he leaned forward and whispered,”I need it.” The square-shaped object was slowly sliding down the employee’s body under his withered clothing. In a matter of seconds, an old, worn out book was lying on the dirt-covered ground. The employee quickly reached for it but it was just too late. Brother Wilfrid had snatched the important document as fast as he possibly could. Standing there in shock, Brother Wilfrid once again held the Book Without Words. In knowledge that Thorstan was standing right in front of him in rage, Brother Wilfrid sprinted for his life.
The two then chased around the crowded market and into a dork a gloomy forest. Brother Wilfrid grasped the Book Without Words so tightly that his lengthy fingers were turning an apple red. Thorstan trailed behind him, fury contained in his green eyes, attempting to catch Brother Wilfrid and get the book back so he can discover the immortality secret. Old Brother Wilfrid located an immense oak tree that he could hide behind because he was just too weak to keep on sprinting. Thorstan had his luminous green eyes set on Brother Wilfrid until suddenly he disappeared. Wilfrid, lacking breath, continued clutching the Book Without Words behind the hideout tree. Thorstan had no knowledge where Brother Wilfrid was. He searched for hours in attempt to locate Brother Wilfrid, but it was extremely difficult because the night turned into a dark hazy fog. Brother Wilfrid sat behind that tree terrified for his life and the book. He then peeked out his left side to see if Thorstan was still out there looking for him. All of a sudden, Thorstan appeared at Brother Wilfrid’s right side snatched the Book Without Words, and ran North faster than ever before. Brother Wilfrid had no strength to fight back, and before he knew it, he was lying lonely in the forest. The Book Without Words belonged to the powerful Thorstan once again……
Kryssa C.
P. 2
Wilfred’s Journey
“Year 1031,” a man began, “it’s been so long since Thorston took the book from me. None of you can imagine what kind of things he could do with it!”
His audience made no response. They were all still and hard. The floor on which they laid upon was damp and rocky. The skies were pitch black and the brown walls of a cave, close to Italy, were dry.
With a sigh Brother Wilfred scolded himself. “Talking with rocks?! What are you thinking?!”
Brother Wilfred had thinning black and white hair; he had wrinkles on his face, and a beard that was the same color as his hair. He was also slender, and got skinnier every day because of his lack of money and food. Heavy purple bags hung under his glowing green eyes. His clothes blended with the Earth below his bare and dirty feet. Dry and pale skin also covered his body.
Using a rock to support weight, he lifted himself up. “I should head out before sunlight strikes.” He turned towards the rocks. “Thank you for listening, especially since no one would really hear me out.” With that he sauntered out of the topless cave and into the dark forest that lead to the next town, which lead to Fulworth Northumbria.
That journey is estimated for about three years from where he stands, but three years if you were accompanied by horse. Though there is where he could meet the sole person who could help him.
“Saint Elfleda,” he mumbled as walked through the callous forest.
He thought about how he got the idea to go to Northumbria to the saint to receive assistance from.
In Italy a thin and small girl waltzes around life less around a small altar. The altar had a single item perched on it. A picture of a beautiful woman in white staring into space. Her pale skin seemingly blended with her clothes, and her face was smooth and calm.
“Saint Elfleda,” the young girl stated with a squeaky voice, “please help our poor family.”
Wilfred tapped the girl on the shoulder. “Excuse me young girl, who is this ‘Saint Elfleda’ you speak about?”
“You have no knowledge of Saint Elfleda?” She looked in surprise and pointed to the portrait of the woman.
He simply shook his head. “Can you please inform me about her? I’m very quite interested.”
The girl nodded happily, and she told the story about the Saint.
“In Fulworth Northumbria. That’s where I can find the Saint who can help me, and maybe the green eyed menace, Thorston.”
The long journey took fifteen years to complete. It was very complicated for him since he had no horse or mule to carry him along and because of his old age he rested frequently.
The places he visited were filled with people. The towns were lovely, the walls had vines crawling up them and the windows were opened letting the cool air in. Merchants shouted for costumers, some ignored them and others paid attention to their obnoxious yearns. There he met people who could give him some food and sometimes shelter.
Though in the towns that were empty, it held great danger for Brother Wilfred. The streets and walls were dry and the plants died out because of the lack of water. It was somewhat of a desert place where the trouble makers hid. Luckily Brother Wilfred knows enough magic to protect himself from the dirty bandits that tried to kill him.
“I shall live to free the book from thy wretched owner which wields it.” Those were the words that motivated him to keep going on.
Fifteen years of hardships, crossing far and wide to find Fulworth paid off. He finally reached it just minutes away before he finally gave up. He sighed in triumph. “Thank God I had reached this place. Fifteen years…” he stared out at the distance of the small town, and spotted the cathedral ahead. “I believe that’s where the girl said I could find Saint Elfleda.” He walked slowly towards the cathedral.
There he found a much more larger painting of the mystic saint. He kneeled in front of it and begged, “Please dear Saint Elfleda, come help me on my voyage to find the book which is in the possession of Thorston. You don’t know what kind of dangers he posses just keeping that book. Please help me…”
The lovely image turned its head and began to speak, “You are Brother Wilfred correct?”
He nodded in awe.
“I have been waiting for you to come. I shall help you since you traveled for fifteen years. You shall get the book back from Thorston. The elder man who lives on Clutter buck Lane.”
He bowed, “Thank you dear Saint. You have my gratitude.”
There is where Wilfred got his companion to find Thorston and to retrieve the book to go to its rightful place, where it can harm no one.
Brother Wilfred struggled to stand up. He was covered in the brown and slimy mud. As he looked around he couldn’t Thorston anywhere. In the mud he could see the small imprints of
Thorston’s feet. Wilfred followed them , but as he saw the imprints they began to dissapear. Wilfred started to get weary as the hours passed by. As it came into the night he gazed upon a small wooden sign. With black paint it said ” Welcome to Bambura.” As he strolled into town he saw small cottages. The walls were made of steardy wood, as was the roofs. The streets had a strange aroma. It smeled like horse manuer. He saw no one in sight. He then saw a young boy and decided to approch him. He knew the child was homeless from his tattered clothing, dirty face, and lack of nutriton. ” have you seen a boy, about 13 years of age come by,” Asked Wilfred. The boy looked at Him in a stern , confused way and shook his head no. Disappointed he left Bambura to travel on to the next town. As time went on Wilfred became older and wiser. His face became wrinkled and his green eyes turned a pale green. One day as Wilfred was laying apon a rock he was awoken by a bright light. It was a beautiful luminesant glow. He knew it was Saint Elfleda. He stared at her in amazement. He knew she wanted him to follow her. As his feet draged on the floor he walked. The cool breeze rushed making the leaves on the ground swirl around like they were dancing. When Saint Elfleda slowly dissapeared he came to a town called fulworth. Saint Elfleda lead him to the monestary. Wilfred opened the doors and they screeched on the damage wooden floors. He layed upon the benches and dreamed. Saint Elfleda visited him in his dreams. She showed him the aged house on clutterbuck lane. As the sun peared through the window Wilfred awoke. He knew what to look for and he knew it was in Fulworth. He knew he could get the Book Without Words back. It is his fate.
Brother Wilfred looked up, still wheezing by fault of his attacker. The awful stench of goat still hung in the air. He prayed, almost screaming; “SAINT ELFLEDA, GIVE ME THE STRENGTH! I MUST FIND THE BOOK! YOU KNOW THE EVIL IT CONTAINS!” Then an angel appeared to him. Her shape became clearer until she appeared to be Saint Elfleda. She spoke to him; “Wilfred.” Then she repeated, “Wilfred.” “You must pay close attention.” He felt strength swell up inside him like a balloon that was about to burst. He stood up. “I am listening,” he said as he bent down on his knees, bowed is head, and clapped his hands together in prayer. “Now,” Saint Elfleda began, “ you must find the Book Without Words and the young man who stole it from you. You know as well as I that no one can be trusted with the power of the Book. Except for you, Wilfred. Do as I say. Find the man. Retrieve the Book. Bring it to the cathedral. I will await your presence. If you need help, you know what to do.” With all of that said, she faded away. Brother Wilfred stood up. “I will find the Book, no matter how long it takes.”
As determined as he was, 73 years passed, and his desperate search continued. Over the years, he became more skeleton-like every day. His ribs became more visible. His fingers more bony. And his face was a sight for sore eyes. Numerous dark circles and bags lingered under his green, bloodshot eyes. Wrinkles were on every visible part of his face. The skin looked as though someone took it off of his face, rolled it up in a ball, stepped on it, stretched it, and then put it back on, lopsided.
Despite his dead appearance, his search continued. By now he knew that Thorston still had the Book. But he could not find him. Was he still in Fulworth? Did he to Northumbria? Or is it possible that his quest for immortality failed and he died? If so, where is the Book? So many questions unanswered. They raced through his mind. He fled to the cathedral to clear his thoughts and seek Saint Elfleda’s assistance.
As he was walking, he thought about the 73 years of struggle he had to endure. The endless searches for the book. The fight to find food. Sleeping in the pews of the cathedral. Praying to Saint Elfleda so that he could do all of those things. “Once I destroy that book,” he said aloud, “it will all be worth it.”
When he reached the cathedral, he got down on his knees and prayed, “Saint Elfleda! Hear my plead! It has been too long, where is the Book? I have tried my hardest without your assistance, but I can’t do this on my own!”
The gigantic portrait of Saint Elfleda blinked. Then it turned toward Brother Wilfred. “Wilfred,” began Saint Elfleda. “The Book; it is here, in Fulworth. The man, Thorston, who took it from you years ago, he is still alive. I have seen his servant and her bird. They reside on Clutterbuck Lane. Go there and get the Book. It must be kept safe.” Brother Wilfred bowed his head and said “Thank you, Saint Elfleda. I will not let you down.” He turned and walked out of the cathedral. He started down Clutterbuck Lane, and walked until the fog made him no longer visible form any that may watch him on his noble quest to retrieve the Book Without Words. *
Test Question #5
This is right after Thorston steals the book by the way.
There, Brother Wilfred laid on the coarse, wet sand of the beach. He was alone, beaten and lost. He looked back at his home as it was being burned and pillaged, his bretheren dying. Brother Wilfred stood up but instantaneously dropped to his kness and began to release his tears and sobs. Then he began to pray. ” Saint Elfleda, give me the strength, courage and knowledge to retrieve the Book Without Words and set everything right!”
As Brother Wilfred stared at his bruised hands while they filled with tears, a faint white figured approached him on the beach. Garbed in a gorgeious, white gown was Saint Elfleda herself.
To Be continued.
Many Years have passed since Thorston took the Book withut words From Brother Wilfrid. With Saint Elfleda’s guidance, he was able to track Thorston down anywhere at anytime. He first spotted Thorston in a jungle. The jngle was full of dangerous creatures. He spotted poisonous snakes and frogs. He also glimpsed at a cheetah running by. He also heard growling coming closer to the place where he was. He saw Thorston and was about to take the book away from him when a bear attacked him. Thorston magically disappeared leaving Wilfrid helpless. Then Saint Elfleda killed the bear with her magic and cured Wilfrid. After the incident he searched for Thorston again.
To be continued….
The LOST brother Wilfred story
After Thorston finally came in contact with the book without words from Brother Wilfred, Brother Wilfred was left on the floor to die. He called upon the great St. Elfelda but she too was no where to be foun at all. Then Brother Wilfred mysteriously dissapeared. He was also no where to be found throughout the city of North Umbria. Everyone pondered about where he had gone to, but no one could come up with the conclusion. It bothered many others but as for Thorston all he worried about was getting immortalit.
When Thorston came in contact with the book without words, Brother Wilfred wasn’t aware that Thorstons presence was in the room at the time. Thorston came up behind him and snatched the book away at the same time, trying to kill him. Thorston made sure the caost was clear and he couldn’t be seen and he wasn’t. He then ran off with the book searching for only one thing…the secret of immortality. This meant everything to Thorston, he wanted to live forever.
Meanwhile, brother wilfred not aware of all the crazy comotion he was causing with the city reeve. He could see it now Master Bashcroft saying”dura lex,sed lex” to all the innocent and suspicious. Brothere wilfred pondred off to the outskirts of town of North Umbria to the deep and dark woods to see Mistress Weebly. She was an apothecary. He asked her if she’s seen Thorston about. Not looking up from her pots of potions, she said “Thorston is one of many whom Master Bashcroft is looking for, and you’re one of them, so beware. Thorston is out there but he is not here.” and with no such luck Brother Wilfred left…..
Moreover, with all the broohaha happening,Brother Wilfred needed to relax. Only he needed to endure the book back and his power. He also needed to make the words of the book invisible so thorston cant read it. Brother Wilfred had flasbacks of thorston triyng to kill him to recieve the book. He shook the horrible thoughts from his large head. He walked toward the forest and saw St. Elfleda and embraced her he was hoping she could help him. ” i can and will indeed help you brother wilfred” she said. Feeling as though he were floating on a cloud in the murky sky, he got to his knees and thanked st.elfelda. Now their quest for the book without words had just begun.
THe END!!
Once on a cold dark night a monk was walking to a church. He had looked all over town for many years trying to find ‘The Book Without Words,’ which was once his. A man named Thorston had stole this book from him a while back. And ane day brother Wilfrid smelled somthing i the air he smelled……a goat reek and Thorston’s stink then he cried and said ”Thorston is here,he is back in Clutterbuck lane. Then said ”I smell somthing else it was…..A gargoyle,chimera,fire-lizard and…..a raven. God’s mercy!” cried Wilfrid.” He is going to make the stones of life!” So then he saw a dark house ans assumed it was Thorston’s because it said ”DO NOT ENTER” Then Wilfrid walked in any ways then he had reached the front yard and saw that the front door was open.So he walked in and everything was empty:the potions and everything.But,he found a talking raven.Broher Wilfrid said ”I damand you to tell me were Thorston is!” The raven quickly replied ”He just left.” Then ” Wilfrid said ”And when will he be back?” The raven replied”Tomorrow at noo.” Very well then” said Wilfrid. ”Tell him i will be back tomorrow at noon!”
As Brother Wilfrid finally got up enough energy to stand on his own. So he started to jog towards where Thorston entered into the forest. He knew Thorston was long gone, but the least he could do is go into town. On his journey back to Fulworth he noticed a tunic that layed on the ground. Curiosity taking over him, he picked up the tunic and examined it. Wilfrid noticed that it was stinky and filthy. The stench smelt like rotton goat. That made Brother Wilfrid come to a conclusion that the tunic was dropped by Thorston when he was escaping from Wilfrid. Thorston dropped on the ground because when he was running he became weak and the tunic got heavy, so he dropped it.
Now Brother Wilfrid didn’t know exactly where Thorston was headed but he did know where he came from, the goat farm ion Fulworth. The next thing Wilfrid had to do was go and take a visit at the town’s goat farm.
” Excuse me sir, do know if a boy that goes by the name of Thorston, ever come by here,” questioned Wilfrid. The man replied,” Why yes, there has been, may I ask why?” Brother Wilfrid next said,” I’m just searching for him, that’s all.”
They next said their goodbyes and then departed.
A couple of months had past and there was still no sight of Thorston. Brother Wilfrid had veiwed almost everyone in town about Thorston. The bishop was asking Wilfrid about the book and it’s where abouts.” brother Wilfrid, where is the Book Without Words,” they would ask him. Brother Wilfrid would always have to come up with a believable excuse. He would have to lie because then they would find out the truth. He would then look foolish and irreasponsable because he let an important book get into the hands of a little boy. to be safe, he lied.
Finally, one afternoon while Brother Wilfrid was doing his weekly grocery shopping he noticed a boy looking at some produce. At fist the child didn’t seem familiar but then we Wilfrid looked closer and closer he relized it was Thoston.” Um, excuse me what is your name,” asked Brother Wilfrid.Then the boy turned around and looked straight into Wilfrid’s eyes and at that moment they both realized who each of them were.” You! Where is the book?!” angerly asked Brother Wilfrid. “Actually, today in fact, I returned the book to the bishop because I couldn’t find you,” replied Thorston calmly. A feeling of great assurance and peace came upon Brother Wilrid. He now knows that The Book Without Words is in safe hand s and nothing could go wrong. A great weight was lifted of off Wilfrid’s shoulders.
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Ten years past and by this time Brother Wilfrid had grown very old, but wiser. He still had no clue where Thorston or The Book Without Words was. He had a plan that he would find Thorston and travel to Fulworth.
The next morning he woke up and was on his voyage. Wilfrid first started to take a path that said “this way to Fulworth,” so he said, “What is the harm?” and followed the narrow path. This path lead him to a swampy forest and he wondered how in the world he arrived at this destination. Wilfrid took a few more steps and his foot hit a tunic. Wilfrid picked it up and after examining it remembered exactly what it was. When Thorston tried to get the book he had hurt Wilfrid with the tunic. He came to a conclusion that he had found Thorston.
Wilfrid put the tunic down and started to walk farther to see where he would end up. After walking a great distance, he had found a goat eating some rugged grass. Wilfrid looked up and there was a stone house, with a sign that said “Do Not Enter,” and of course he knew it had to be Thorston. He did not want to just knock on the door because he couldn’t walk up and say “I’m Brother Wilfrid, and I need the book back.” Wilfrid believes that if he did this the older Thorston would not have answered the door.
Then Wilfrid looked up to the top of the aging silver reflected house and saw a chimney. Wilfrid now knew how he was going to enter the stone-aged cottage. He was on the ground and now he needed to find some type of object to assist him onto the decrepit roof. Just before getting ready to get onto the roof he saw the dirty, musky goat. Wilfrid said to the goat “Get over here Mr. goat.”
The goat approached him, glared at him and said “You listen, if you think you’re going to climb on me, to get upon that roof, you are one insane man.”
Wilfrid replied to the goat, saying “Oh, I guess that was a bad idea.”
The dirty goat replied saying, “yes it was, but I know how you can get on top of the roof.”
“Really,” replied Wilfrid.
“Yes really, now do you want to know how to get up there?”
“Yes,” replied Wilfrid. “Do you see that ladder over there? Put it near the roof, and then climb up the ladder.”
“Thank you” replied Wilfrid.
After doing so, Wilfrid was on the roof and fell down the chimney. Wilfrid ended up at the bottom of the chimney, and the house was empty. There was a sign on the wall that read “Thorston has left for the week.” Wilfrid was doomed, he didn’t know what to do now.
The Search of the Book
Fulworth, Northumbria, a dark and foggy place with a man named Brother Wilfred in search of one thing, The Book Without Words. This man was the original keeper of the book. He is in search of this book because a man named Thorston nearly suffocated him for the book.
Brother Wilfred has been through so mush during his journey to recover The Book Without Words. It all started off at the very edge of Fulworth and then into the dark alleys that reeked of old smelly garbage and finally into the foggy streets of Fulworth. For many years all he has done is ask around to see if anyone knows the certain man by the name of Thorston. No one seems to know who he is talking about. That made him furious.
During the past couple of years Brother Wilfred has stayed mostly to one side of Fulworth. Now he has moved to the opposite side. There, there are many people who roam the streets, children, adults, and many other people of all ages, but no Thorston. Soon he spots a 13 yr. old girl who is wearing some sort of rag for clothing and a small boy about 9 with a bird on his shoulder. They looked out of the ordinary to him, so he decided to approach them. He asked them if they knew a very old man by the name of Thorston. He looked at the girl first, and she shook her head, no. Then he looked at the boy. The boy had a concerned look on his face, than said in a stuttered voice, yes.
Brother Wilfred asked for their names. Then the boy replied I’m Damian, this is Odo, and that is Sybil. Sybil smacked Damian up side the head. Brother Wilfred said no need to hurt the boy. I am just here in search of Thorston. Damian said he lived up the road. Sybil grabbed Damian and ran up the road. Brother Wilfred followed them until he came upon a courtyard with a big and scary house in the background. Brother Wilfred screamed, “I HAVE FOUND HIM AT LAST.