Lydia Deetz and the orb of storms (completed 13/13)

Shining in the storm

Dedicado a Winona Laura Horowitz

Winona Ryder como Lydia Deetz

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LYDIA DEETZ AND THE ORB OF STORMS

Capítulo 1: Shining in the storm

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An old 1915 Ford model car was on the dirt road, the dust it raised was not very noticeable in the distance because of the late night when neither the moon nor the stars were visible because of the overcast sky.

The car stopped in front of an old cabin that seemed to crumble, in front of it, a very old man was waiting for them, he was a Native American.

The driver got out of the vehicle to open the rear door. An elegant woman in a dark garment came out of the mobility, her clothes matched the darkness of the night, only the small bundle she wore was out of tune with her appearance as it was covered by a white cloth.

"Mrs. Theda Bara, I'm glad you arrived safely," said the old man respectfully. Please come into my humble home.

"I'm sorry, Grey Raven, but I don't have much time. I think I've been exposed and I shouldn't stand still to throw off my pursuers, here, I trust you can hide this better than I did."

The man received the wrapped bundle from the woman and revealed its contents: it was an orb, which emitted a glow that illuminated the place in a subtle way, but enough to illuminate the cabin and the surroundings.

"May the god and the goddess protect us if the orb falls into the wrong hands," said the snow-white woman.

Inside the cabin, a little girl looked at the scene with a look of curiosity and wonder.

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Sixty years later....

The cemetery looked grim that afternoon as it was about to be struck by a storm as the wind swayed the branches of a dead tree with a shape that looked like an outer face of dreadful characteristics.

No one in their right mind would decide to be in the cemetery at that moment, but the figure of a young teenage girl was not only visible in the place, but she was right in front of the tree without showing any sign of fear.

A strange sound caused the young woman to turn her face to a gravestone in the cemetery. She approached cautiously as the strange sound seemed to intensify, it seemed as if a corpse wanted to leave the ground to feed on the flesh of the living.

The young woman extended her arm to touch the tombstone, the distant thunder was already heard in the distance, the tension in the atmosphere was palpable.

"Pickaboo!" A black cat jumped over the tombstone, his yellow eyes, as beautiful as two polished pieces of amber, stared at the girl.

"Percy, very funny. You're a naughty kitty."

"Did I scare you, Lydia?" said the talking cat.

"I think it takes a lot more than that to scare me. After all, I am Gothic."

The young woman in the dark garb extended her arms and the cat leapt towards them, however, instead of being held by her mistress's arms, the little animal transformed into a catboy, who in turn extended his arms. So the two hugged each other and, after a brief kiss, rushed home before the storm hit.

Lydia's house was on the top of a high hill overlooking the outskirts of Winter River, the village where she and her father lived, along with her stepmother. The first drops of rain were already falling on the young pair as the thunder made the windows of the Victorian-style house vibrate.

The sky was so overcast with dark clouds, it seemed much later than it really was. Lydia pressed the light switch and the spotlights at the entrance illuminated the place, but only for a brief moment.

"Charles, one of the fuses blew," said Delia, Lydia's stepmother.

The man went to check the fuses, but after a while he returned with the news that it was not a fuse problem, but that the power grid had apparently been interrupted by the storm.

"Are you sure, Charles?"

"It must be, I don't see any light in the houses in the village."

"I'll go get the candles," Lydia offered, and along with Percy, they went to get these along with some candlesticks.

The house was lit by candles and both Lydia and Percy spent a pleasant evening watching as the storm seemed to unleash a flood as the strong wind howled like hungry wolves and the lightning drew dark shadows on the buildings of the village.

"Lydia, what's that?" Percy asked, pointing to a strange glow in the distance.

"I don't know, it seems to be something of a magical nature. It's a long way from town, past Peaceful Pines."

"I'm curious, I'd like to investigate."

"We will, but first let the storm pass. And judging by the state of the sky, I think we'll have to wait until tomorrow."

Both saw the strange glow in the distance again, which seemed to come and go as the storm passed.

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Lydia got out of Miss Shannon's girls' school, took her bike and pedaled out of Peaceful Pines, the upper class part of town. At one of the crossroads, Percy, who also carried a bicycle, was waiting for her.

"Why didn't you take the tandem from the beginning? That would be better than carrying two bikes."

"Yes, but it would have been suspicious to go to school with a tandem."

"Shall we go then?"

"Yes, I did some research at the school, and I found out that outside Peaceful Pines, there is an old Indian cemetery."

"Really?"

"Yes, apparently this whole area was occupied by Native Americans before. These were then taken to indigenous reservations, but until the beginning of the century the cemetery was still used by the original inhabitants of the place."

Both of them were pedaling away from the village, had to enter a wooded area, and when they wondered if they were lost or not, they found a clearing in which they found the old cemetery abandoned.

Apparently the last storm had caused a landslide, which had interrupted the normal course of one of the rivers near the town, it continued its march and reached the cemetery, causing great damage and exposing the tombs.

"I don't see any skeletons, Lydia."

"In the mid-1950s they took all the remains to the Indian reservation. What's here are just symbolic graves."

The two of them began to search the place and it was Percy who found the source of the strange glow, it was an orb, like a kind of crystal ball that at the time seemed to have a slight glow of its own from within. The object called the two youths to unveil its mystery.

CONTINUARÁ...

Fanfic translated from Spanish to English with DeppL and myself, forgive grammar and punctuation errors, thank you.