Abyrdeen’S Dream: A Novel Series, Dawn of a Legacy

By CKF MACPHADYEN

This is the first of three books spanning almost a century and a legacy for the Lochbuie Clan. This story is about a young lady who is amidst this prominent family and its extensive history and its ongoing saga with secret corruption, violence, and intense challenges throughout its legacy. This young lass started to achieve celebrated status as a writer, and she became widely appreciated and drastically feared with her strengths and unique writing style. Anger and pure doubt were heightened whether the descending chain of events surrounding her family would hinder her and destroy her hopes for true success, as well as restoring her family name to its rightful place and stature.

Throughout this series, her very inner strengths, courage, and her bloody own soul, along with those who were the closest to her, would be threatened with challenging twists and turns, truly testing her and her kinfolk of their respect and honor for her family name and rightful position within society. Regardless of what scandal and corrosive or destructive activities her forefathers engaged with, she must come to terms with her mystic discoveries of her brothers violent yet imminent demise at the hands of her own malicious, manipulative family members, which may have included her own father. This strong yet vivacious writing heroine must come to bloody grips with the sudden onset of discovering about her fathers ruthless yet destructive terminal illness, which would take him from her early on within her life and career. Her fathers illness would compound her determination for answers and solutions to her family crisis and take her father from her amidst her incline of her writing successes. The young lass must realize and accept she is the last and only untainted member of this pronounced yet corrupt family and kin who would rightfully return and restore all her family name and legacy to its rightful place and proper status in Victorian society.

This three-book series will reveal how much violence and evilness that the Lochbuie clan faces amidst their association with the Irish army (which would go on and become the IRA) and all of this organizations secrecy. Much of this fascist organizations activity has caused so much violence, death, and frightful tension among so many in the region. So much had been magnified between England and Ireland. This is also an in-depth look at what, where, how, and why the IRA was so effective in influencing Scotland, not just England and Ireland. These three books, through this story, will show the very high price paid and consequences dealt for being associated with this fascist group. The Lochbuie kinfolk, as powerful, rich, and influential within society as they were, stood to lose greatly and cause further corrosive destruction toward Scotland as well as themselves for their association with the IRA. Ms. Abyrdeen Cathryn Lochbuie would soon find out and learn the harsh lesson on just how deeply her family were involved with this fascist group, also how important her position really was as an aspiring and respected writer, as well as a woman who defied what Victorian society had set forth for women of her era, and what all this truly meant for her. Whether or not society would fully receive and accept and uphold to her wishes for true success or would society shun her down completely. Would Abyrdeen Cathryn Lochbuie truly defy the true test of time?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Apr 29, 2015
• ISBN: 9781503530911

CKF MACPHADYEN

These books have taken almost fifteen years to write and finally complete as well as putting this trilogy together. This specific book is the first of this series. There have been so much painstaking challenges, time, and dire determination put into this book and its series for which it belongs to. I would like to dedicate these books and the strong message these books bring toward the many new writers and aspiring authors who really want to see their own projects become a reality. I do encourage many of you to take these books and really sink your teeth into the storylines, and you will get to truly know who I really am and who, what, and where my inspiration came from for these books. I do want to extend and take this time to thank my family and all the special people who were with me throughout this long journey. You all know who you are for you were all with me through thick and thin and the many challenges I faced in this book’s completion to its rightful perfection as well as the series this book belongs to. I truly extend my deepest thank-you and my appreciation and gratitude for all your support, patience, and genuine faith with me when there were so many times when it did get crazy. This book and the series it belongs to are for you to enjoy and to reap goodness with. Thank you very much indeed for everything. Your loving, respectful, and thankful author.

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Copyright © 2015 by CKF MACPHADYEN.

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CONTENTS

Dedication

Acknowledgements

1) Beginnings

2) Mystical Encounters

3) Unwanted Advances

4) A Romantic Bliss

5) Forbidden Secrets

6) Rude Awakening, An Irish Army-Lochbuie Alliance

7) Forbidden Secrecy

8) Dirty Laundry

9) For Evil’s Sake

10) Farewell! Farewell!

11) Estranged Mystic Encounters

12) Tainted Confessions

13) Fatal Deception

14) Twisted, Snearing Suspicions

15) Desperate Pursuit

16) Abyrdeen’s Dream / Dawn Of A Legacy

DEDICATION

I would like to take this moment to dedicate and to indeed acknowledge my deep appreciation and respect to the many people who have come and gone throughout my life and throughout the course of this book and its series for which it belongs. I want to thank you so very much for your strength and support, faith and patience with me.

This dedication is also for those who sincerely have a God-given goal, dream, or ambitious endeavor for which they want to pursue. If you really have these goals and dreams ready to be conquered in your life, let me be a mentor and a positive inspiration for you to never allow any losing or negative influences say to you or make you say no or you cannot, because you certainly can achieve and rise and succeed and obtain the true happiness and rightful place in society that you do deserve.

Do not accept defeat! Do not allow any losing factors or negative people to stop or discourage you from your true greatest potential. Winners will always succeed and prevail where losers procrastinate and lose.

ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

These books have taken almost fifteen years to write and finally complete as well as putting this trilogy together. This specific book is the first of this series.

There has been so much painstaking challenges, time, and dire determination put into this book and its series for which it belongs to.

I would like to dedicate these books and the strong message these books bring toward the many new writers and aspiring authors who really want to see their own projects become a reality. I do encourage many of you to take these books and really sink your teeth into the storylines and you will get to truly know who I really am and who, what, and where my inspiration came from for these books.

I do want to extend and take this time to thank my family and all of the special people who were with me throughout this long journey. You all know who you are, for you were all with me through thick and thin and the many challenges I faced in this book’s completion to its rightful perfection as well as the series this book belongs to.

I truly extend my deepest thank-you and my appreciation and gratitude for all of your support, patience, and genuine faith with me when there were so many times when it did get crazy. This book and the series it belongs to are for you to enjoy and to reap goodness with. Thank you very much indeed for everything.

Your loving, respectful, and thankful author.

1) BEGINNINGS

Her deep, driven passion and burning aggressions for full respect and world acclaim as an aspiring female writer was all this young lass could think about, making it as a writer amidst Victorian society played heavy upon her mind and soul. She had an explosive, ambitious personality as well as a very loving, gentle, and softness to her presence.

Anyone who came into contact with this lovely lass would experience serious bouts of confusion, doubt, and real apprehension upon who the real Miss Abyrdeen Lochbuie truly was. She was sensual, curvaceous, and extremely exotic and gorgeous with her waist-length black locks as deep as the night’s sky with bits of savoy curls, her deep sea green eyes were as piercing and striking as the violent ocean slapping furiously against Scotland’s jagged shores. Abyrdeen had such a radiance and exotic appeal about her speech and how she carried herself. She also had toughness and a very persuasive stubbornness that both played heavily in her favor as well as against her. Miss Lochbuie indeed carried pronounced traits of her powerful family.

Abyrdeen had always been dipping herself and nosing into areas of life that brought on deep despair and challenges as well as genuine greatness and acclaim to herself. Her driving perseverance and deep thirst for society recognition as well as family acceptance posed major obstacles and hurdles to her endeavors.

Abyrdeen had her older brother who was seven years her senior who had a razor-sharp mind and a true drive and passion for success and support for his kinfolk regardless of the consequences he would face and uphold to. He would show pronounced bits or rebellious behavior and erratic carrying on toward anyone who even dared to threaten him, his family, or his bloody kinfolk. That indeed included the bloody English for which Ian Stuart hated with deep aggressions.

About to take a law degree and practice law in Edinburgh shortly, Ian Stuart posed a genuine major threat and obstacle thorn and dire concern for his family. Ian Stuart was also top priority for his family regarding his successes within his rightful legal profession. His family had sent Ian to one of the finest preparatory schools for men in Belfast, Northern Ireland. Belfast was a thriving yet very troubled and overly fast-growing city. Belfast was one of Ireland’s main sea ports and arteries to the world through its pronounced ports. St Patrick’s Preparatory School, Belfast, was where Ian had been proudly sent. Moderate in height and muscular built amidst a slender yet enticing frame that made up this young lad’s good looks, his early salt and pepper and brown locks finished him off prominently.

Ian Stuart was an extremist and a right-wing activist much like his family. He was always fascinated with the current violence and tension that was building up aggressively around much of Britain and Ireland. Ian Stuart would become entangled with individuals who were in some way or somehow connected and involved with this new right-wing fascist group named The Irishmen’s Army. This group had many divisions flourishing and developing all over Ireland and many parts of Britain. Ian was always living his life fatalistically and on the cutting edge of Victorian society.

Ian Stuart’s kind, gentle submissive character amidst rebellion and pronounced hatred for the English would make anyone coming into direct contact with him take serious thoughts before dealing with him, asking themselves, ‘Could this young man really be capable of violence and murderous corruption?’ Ian Stuart was a true bloody Scotsman right down to his bloody bones; he had such deep love and appreciation for his country and his kinfolk. Anything was possible with passion this thick.

Mr MacIntyre William Lochbuie, along with his gracious and beautiful wife, Catherine, had a well-celebrated life. Both were well respected and liked with a pronounced prominence in both business and private life. Both had widespread accomplishments and influential reputation all over Britain and parts of Europe during the nineteenth century. Their well-established business empire, Lochbuie & Company! Lochbuie Manufacturers and Shipping! Their businesses made fine and generous contribution and philanthropic presence to much of Victorian society.

They also supported much of the advancement and strength of the Irish Army.

Catherine Lynn was a radiantly vivacious and appreciated lady of honor and grace. This power couple had 2 fine sons, Edward Iain and Duncan Richard. Edward Iain, sadly to say, did not live very long; he was born in the 1830s and he did not have very good health from the start as he did not get to see his ninth birthday. Edward, who was four years older than Duncan, succumbed to acute Influenza and saw his early demise shortly after his eighth birthday. Duncan Richard was surprisingly much healthier and stronger, survived his brother, and became the sole heir with his family estate. Both were very close to their mother Catherine as well as both of their parents.

Duncan soon grew up strong and good looking and married his longtime love Georgyna Gertrude Lochbuie. His parents could not have been more proud about their union. Catherine always gave her sons the strength, the tools, and the courage to go on to become great and influential men. MacIntyre had his own reasons and motives for his only surviving son. Duncan’s pronounced marriage to one of the powerful shipping families along with his own prominence would assure MacIntyre a strong and solid future of continued wealth, success, and powerful dominance in Victorian European society.

In the bloody shadow of his powerful father, Duncan posed as a disappointment of insecurity and self-doubt. Duncan did lack self-confidence and had low self-esteem oddly to say, due to his father’s smothering iron grip firmly upon him. Duncan was a man of great physical as well as intellectual brilliance and stature. His six-foot-plus frame and his firm, tough body matching his rugged chiseled good looks would confuse anyone of his so-called weak character.

Duncan and his bride had two beautiful children of their own as well, Ian Stuart and his younger sister, Abyrdeen Catherine. Fortunately both children were very healthy and did not have any problems with ever acquiring any bouts of the epidemic influenza viruses which had been running ramped.

Both children were surprisingly much healthier and really never had any challenges with the influenza virus or any other ailments of their day. MacIntyre’s manipulative and dictatorial behavior proved a major challenge for Duncan. Duncan’s new family and his grandfather’s actions and heavy corruptive activity with the Irish Army caused Duncan to lose control and flip out and snap at people many times. His wife, Georgyna, and his children received many of his harsh blows and angry outbursts as he tried to juggle and balance his increased pressures and challenges. All of this made Duncan yearn more and more for his mother Catherine’s loving and reassuring love and support. He always had his mother to calm him down and console him whenever life was too much for him and things were getting crazy. Duncan realized for the first time that his mother was no longer there to comfort him and give him the loving support he so desperately needed and was craving for. Duncan started to change markedly and indefinitely for the worse, as his insecurities brought on by his father’s smothering control caused him deep depression and put him into what seemed like a downward and chaotic state, which brought on a fiery, angry, and ferocious aggression out of him.

Catherine Lochbuie had passed away early and suddenly after what seemed to be a long bout struggle with influenza. Her resistance to the influenza virus had never really developed properly. Throughout her life, Catherine was never a very healthy person. She almost died from her own bout with infantile influenza when she was a young girl. She surprisingly recovered by pure miracle, yet never really developed full resistance against the illness. Catherine’s prominent life was full of honor, appreciation, and zest for her family and life itself; she would keep her suffering to herself until she could no longer. Catherine’s early demise was a rude awakening and shattering end to this very gracious and gentle spirit.

Years later, Duncan plunged himself into any kind of corrosive, rebellious, and corruptive behavior to keep his power-hungry and bloodthirsty father away from him. He even became deeply involved and entangled in much of his father’s corruption to keep the peace. When MacIntyre finally passed on years later also from early demise, Duncan found himself right back where he started and up to his ears in scandalous and corrosive activity. It did not seem to matter what he tried to do to get out of his mess, he would find himself falling back down. He risked his own bloody guilty neck if he even tried to go to the authorities himself about his father’s actions. Duncan was required to adhere to most of his father’s rebellion and crooked ways and action, which stirred up many violent, bloody conflicts and bombing between the Irish Army and the bloody English who had been dominating much of Northern Ireland and parts of Scotland.

MacIntyre had other ideas of what he really wanted from the darn bloody English. MacIntyre wanted more monetary power and manipulative control over the many established shipping and import/export businesses that were flourishing well throughout Britain and Northern Ireland. With his son and his many comrades close by his side, MacIntyre quickly secured and achieved important stature and influential power through propaganda and heavy tension that was stirring up amidst the Irish Army’s marked strength and support. Shortly, without much warning and sudden rude awakening to his family, MacIntyre’s early demise allowed Duncan to inherit his father’s entire estate, including millions of pounds’ worth of property, money, and assets and the marked responsibilities and increased mass wealth that his father’s estate had accumulated.

There were many investments in addition, which also became the full responsibility of Duncan. Somehow, MacIntyre had a special bond and strong relationship for both Abyrdeen and her mother, Georgyna. With both Catherine and Georgyna gone, Abyrdeen would be next in line to inherit the family wealth. MacIntyre had plans and fine property in place for his grandson Ian Stuart as well.

MacIntyre had appointed Duncan as the family executor in order to keep all of his estate affairs in proper order. Along with his own problems and responsibilities, things became quite overwhelming for him. Suddenly, Duncan lost his own wife early to the epidemic bouts of influenza, at least that is what appears to have taken her life. Georgyna’s early demise much like Catherine’s as well as his father passing early as he did, all of this was a continued yet sudden bout of bad luck or an evil curse that could not have come at the worse time for Duncan. He was convinced more and more that there was indeed a bloody family curse that has seemed to be descending down hard upon him and his family.

Abyrdeen was just a young wee girl when all of these family tragedies occurred. Ian Stuart was away at school as he received word about his mother’s untimely and early passing. With the blackness descending and hovering over both of them, this was only the beginning of their roller-coaster ride to bloody hell.

Ian Stuart and Abyrdeen had been very close to their mother, Georgyna. She was another gentle, genuine, and gracious lady of prominence much like her mother-in-law, Catherine. She was very strong-willed and had a definite mind of her own. Coming from her own family prominence and privilege, she was a true lady of substance and brilliance.

She was one of the biased and overprotective and overly outspoken characters anyone would want to meet. Much like Catherine before her, Georgyna had much in common as far as presence and wit and genuine gracious charm were concerned. Georgyna died early and suddenly from what appeared to be acute influenza; this continued tragedy sparked deep anger, bitterness, and outrage from both of her children. It certainly affected Abyrdeen much more deeply, as she was outraged and furious at her mother for leaving them so soon.

On the downside of Georgyna’s early demise, Duncan Richard Lochbuie, Abyrdeen’s estranged father, was spending more and more time out of the house and away from the family when they direly needed him the most. Duncan really could never take any kind of negativity or loss well. He would just keep on tending to his father’s business affairs and responsibilities, and he increased his activity and rebellious behavior with the Irish Army. Abyrdeen’s brother, Ian Stuart, who had returned home for his mother’s funeral was abruptly collected and sent back to Northern Ireland to resume his studies at his father’s strict orders at the immediate close of his mother’s funeral. Ian Stuart was absolutely furious and taken aback with his father’s obnoxious behavior, especially during this very trying time for Ian Stuart’s family.

Duncan was too nervous and fearful of his own guilt to allow Ian or anyone else to stay around home any longer than necessary. He became extremely paranoid and needed his son’s sharp and winning legal brilliance close at hand for the future handling of the family business affairs, as well as for any further conflicts and challenges with the English authorities. Much of the English authorities had been stirring much tension and agitation over assumed allegations of Irish Army violence and fighting episodes around both London and Belfast.

Ian Stuart was hopefully banking on fulfilling his family decisions and his own dreams of practicing law. Success in both Edinburgh and London were of upmost importance for Ian Stuart. He wanted to get into Parliament and get on right with Parliament in London so he could keep his close and watchful eye on the bloody English and keep their darn bloodthirsty hands off the Scottish people. Much to his darn misfortune, Ian Stuart would never live to see that happen.

More than eight months of solid conflicts, fighting, and rebellious unrest between the English and the Irish Army sprung up almost everywhere. Weeks after Ian Stuart’s return back to school, he and one of his mates Neil Young enlisted as reserves with the Fighting Irish Youth Group, they were the only Scots who joined, oddly to say. The Irish Army had other ideas of how it wanted to show these lads just how bloody welcome they truly were, the Irish Army showed false support and fed deeply on these lads’ naiveté and vulnerability and gained full trust of both of these lads. The Irish Army showed its own secret motives of major gain, control, and better occupation of Scotland through their Scottish guinea pigs.

While attending various Irish Army activities and rallies, Ian Stuart’s sharpness and his ability for probing detailed information from key figures of authority, had uncovered and revealed some rather terrible truths behind much of the violence, corruption, and mass murderous tension. Ian Stuart seemed to have some vital incriminating knowledge of whom and where the deadly violence was coming from and being fed too. All Ian Stuart really needed was a sure confirmation on his discoveries.

MacIntyre along with his comrades which included his own son and Doctor Derek Cameron, were the perpetrators and culprits behind much of the agitation and violence. Much to his disappointment, Ian Stuart would never ever find out his own family was involved. MacIntyre had put a permanent stop to that. No one, especially his grandchildren, would ever find out their prominent yet beloved grandfather was a murderer. Somehow Ian Stuart may have already found that out. As Ian Stuart and his mate Neil were about to confront the authorities about what they may have discovered, fierce outbreaks of fighting, violent agitation, and heavy conflict burst upon them. Both young men were purposely beaten, bound, gagged, kicked, slugged, and shot multiple times to death amidst staged yet violent confrontation between what was supposed to be the English to throw off any suspicions away from MacIntyre and his kinfolk.

Both Ian Stuart and Neil sustained and struggled fiercely amongst eighteen to forty other young condemned men who were killed amidst them to disguise their murders. Many of these young men were deeply tainted with crime and murderous violence. Along with these misfortunates, both were taken up into the hills near a town named Derrhy and their bodies were dumped and left for dead. Both young men had lost their lives at the hands of Ian’s own family for poking his nose in his grandfather’s affairs where he was indeed not welcome. Yes, the same grandfather who posed so loving and accommodating to both Ian Stuart and Abyrdeen. MacIntyre loved no one and trusted no one, and he despised anybody who tried to oppose him in any way. Anything he gave to the family or did for anyone else was all for his own selfish motives.

He did not even love or trust himself at times; he was quite paranoid of people, places, and things so it seemed to be. Innocent people and successful businesses were taken or killed off by MacIntyre for just being in the way or for resisting him in any way. There was high tension and heavy strain building at the Lochbuie estate with Abyrdeen’s mother gone and her brother away in Northern Ireland and now mysteriously killed. Duncan was increasingly in a drunken and troubled state, imposing more and more suspicions and fears on Abyrdeen. The distinct lines and sunken wrinkles were very prevalent on Duncan’s distressed face. There were sure signs of confusion, hardship, and despair afflicting him to keep Abyrdeen away from finding out about his terrible behavior and actions.

He actually allowed his father’s once-thriving shipping and import/export businesses to descend down to almost nothing due to Duncan’s weaknesses and idiocies. He spent more of his spare time feeling sorry for himself and drinking more and more heavily, which he indeed claimed he needed. Duncan was also staying away from home more and more. Duncan meddled into all types of corruption to cover up his own shortcomings. All of this was due to his bloody weakness and inadequacies about his character to stand up and face the truth and consequences for his actions. His recent realization of his terminal illness only compounded his outraged assurance of a Lochbuie curse.

Years after her mother’s early demise, Abyrdeen came to understand well about the hardships of having no mother and having the family responsibilities now firmly upon her own shoulders as well as dealing with her mother’s early death. Abyrdeen had to constantly tend to her troubled father’s needs as well and neglect her own. It was a certainly many a week’s day or a week’s end when her father was away from the house, she was left all alone in that big house to fend for herself amidst thirty-plus rooms. Truly a piece of dignity that her family still seemed to possess despite all of the turmoil surrounding them so it seemed.

This splendid Tudor and provincial mansion of fine granite and marble was built during the end of the seventeenth century; it has been a Lochbuie estate for at least that long, maybe more. Abyrdeen and Duncan had inherited the massive dwelling when their grandfather MacIntyre passed on.

This was not supposed to happen, the property was to remain in the family, yet MacIntyre wanted it all for himself only. He had in mind to use the family wealth and his property as leverage toward further takeovers of other prominent pieces of real estate to convince the English authorities that he had the power and influence over the vast amounts of land and the citizens who lived and worked upon those properties, hoping to cut further deals with the bloody English for his selfish gains.

No one, absolutely no one, would come between MacIntyre and absolute power and control. MacIntyre’s vast riches and his high society position and his dictatorial and manipulative ways ensured his security of power was indeed confirmed. MacIntyre’s sudden and early demise from a cerebral hemorrhage cut his malicious scheming short, all he tried so hard to protect for himself were now in the capable hands of his family, which he never ever wanted.

MacIntyre had been entangled in enough scandalous trouble and blood-dripping murder, he felt grossly obligated and disgusted that he would not be able to see his corruptive plans to full maturity by the time he died. Yet his angry and vicious mystic spirit would remain long after he was gone, making sure all of his unfinished business were rightfully fulfilled to MacIntyre’s twisted satisfaction. The mystic entity force would ensure MacIntyre’s promise of death, violence, and destructive evil upon anyone or anything who tried to stop or expose him. Family or no family would anyone ever be spared, if they even slightly thought about destroying him.

On the parallel, Abyrdeen’s dream to become a prominent and appreciated writer would become more and more imminently realized. She would realize herself being published and acclaimed rightfully in the pages of the Edinburgh Post and Glasgow Globe and even the London Times for her celebrated writing styles and her multi-genre short stories and full-length novels, etc. This would indeed mean dear respect, national and international acclaim, and exposure to the world for her work.

Cities like Glasgow, London, Paris, and even New York City in America would all take serious notice of her talents, allowing her to open doors for many others to seek and fulfill their goals and dreams. Abyrdeen wanted to give people their chance to realize their God-given gifts and truly succeed in their chosen career objectives.

Years later, Abyrdeen established herself as a prominent and respected writer all over Scotland. Duncan was absolutely appalled at all of the recent media attention that had been surrounding the Lochbuie estate as of recent days. Abyrdeen’s writing had for sure made her a household name and success has certainly followed her home for sure.

Duncan’s terrible murderous past and his new troubled knowledge of his terminal illness, certainly put him in no good mood for any media attention of any kind. He wasn’t going to allow the papers to get too close to him or his family at any cost. Any kind of telegram, mail, or visit to the Lochbuie estate would make Duncan paranoid and panicky over anyone finding out what a vicious person he was. With the papers and the media right on his doorstep, and under his nose literally and his daughter finding out about what truly happened to her brother Ian Stuart, which had been directly linked to him and his father, MacIntyre, would indeed be the permanent destructive end to the Lochbuie name forever, that would never ever happen.

On the damp and dismal morning, an estranged and unsigned telegram arrived from what appeared to be Northern Ireland and the city of Belfast. Abyrdeen quickly signed for it as her father oddly was indisposed at the current moment. She opened the telegram immediately to find out what or to whom it was for. No sooner as she had begun to read the telegram than Duncan strangely, yet out of nowhere, came upon her from her behind and took the telegram away from her. He did not even acknowledge her at all, he just went into the drawing room and shut the huge double doors between them and began to read.

Abyrdeen opened the drawing room doors angrily, hoping she would find out what the telegram said. Duncan changed his character and behavior oddly when it was confirmed that the staged fighting and violence amidst Ian Stuart’s murder was being carried out as planned. He was assured that any kind of leakage to the authorities about him and MacIntyre were sealed, no chance could be had for any wrongdoings or misfortune to come upon Duncan.

The telegram said terrible fighting has taken place in the busy dark streets of Belfast during the nights previous! Many casualties were possibly imminent! The fighting appeared to be fierce, violent, and swift! The so-called English and Irish confrontations seemed very agitated!

MacIntyre, with the Irish Army’s support, killed anyone who resisted him regardless of the circumstances facing him for these murders. MacIntyre heavily funded many different divisions of the Irish Army to keep them quiet. Men who were hired by MacIntyre carried out all of his orders to full completion until the very end. Duncan was one of them, who upheld all of MacIntyre’s orders, ensuring and keeping things quiet and hidden, while his malicious orders of murder and corrosive destruction were being carried out.

Duncan recognized immediately who sent the bloody telegram; he was well aware that no one must find out that his own son’s demise was directly connected to him and his father.

There would certainly be hell to pay if they were ever found out. Losing to the bloody English authorities would never ever happen at any cost. Duncan’s loss of his own son was hard enough for him to face. The telegram requested two family members to come to Belfast and identify and claim the two bodies that were found. These two family members had ten days total to reply to this telegram. If they did not respond by that time, the bodies would be released to the state to do as it will with them properly.

The telegram was the final closure for Duncan, reassuring him that his terrible secret had been sealed, at least for now. According to the extended note attached to the telegram, two bodies were found face down with several gunshot wounds and multiple contusions and massive abrasions and mutilation to the upper torso areas, and they were also badly beaten and gagged. Even with the young men’s identification gone, the Irish somehow knew who they were, and also they were both two young Scots.

Throwing off his sick and twisted satisfaction for the murders, Duncan became enraged and posed deeply disturbed and distraught by the news so his daughter would not suspect him. Duncan threw the bloody telegram at Abyrdeen, causing her to jump out of her skin a bit, for he threw the telegram into her face. ‘After you read this bloody telegram, I want you to burn it and get rid of it as soon as you can, and keep this bloody tragedy to yourself until I decide how we are to handle this mess! This will be just as much a deep shock to you as it was to me!’ Coming up to her and looking clear into her sea green eyes, he shouted, ‘Am I perfectly clear, lass!’

Abyrdeen just took the telegram in silence; she was too frightened and scared to bring herself to read it. She looked at her father with scorn and suspicion as she tried to read the telegram while shaking at the same time. She could not bring herself to stop fidgeting and could not read it.

Duncan left the room, as Abyrdeen tried to run after him to get him to tell her what in the bloody hell was really going on behind the telegram, which she still could not bring herself to read. Duncan closed the huge drawing room doors between them again, as she quickly caught the doors and opened them and tried to pursue her father to get him to tell her the truth behind and about the telegram.

Duncan just lashed and lashed out at her to hide his deep guilt further. ‘Damn it, lass! You are not going to be spreading this possible filth or making a bloody scene with anyone about this terrible mess! No one in this house will ever spread this awful mess with anyone, anywhere! This is a possible family tragedy! Both of the boys’ bodies will be sent back here to us if they are even ours! The Irish authorities will soon find out that the boys they had discovered were not Ian or his friend at all and that they found two unknown young innocent Scots caught up in a terrible confrontation with the bloody English! We need not overwhelm ourselves into a frenzy over this possible terrible, terrible mess. This word of Ian Stuart being possibly involved with this mess will be hard to swallow if it is at all true!’ Duncan walked away again in frustration.

‘My god! Ian Stuart dead! Father, no! No! No!’ Abyrdeen shouted and shouted hysterically at her father; she burst into fierce tears as she hit her father wildly out of pure rage, anger, and sadness.

She was having a difficult time understanding why her father was surprisingly so cold and emotionless toward Ian Stuart’s deteriorating situation. This gave her further suspicions toward him. ‘Father, what does this bloody telegram really mean? What is this message really telling us? My brother, Ian Stuart, dead? Please do not say this is what the telegram is acknowledging?’ Abyrdeen spoke with agitated intent as she replied fiercely.

Duncan walked slowly away from her, with his glass in his hand, toward the main entrance of the house. He turned around and spoke with heightened intent. ‘I’ll be damned fool of having the two of you! It was your bloody mum’s idea of having you two as she did at the time, not mine, lass! I really wanted to work my father’s business and build them back up successfully, for her and this bloody family to be proud and happy for! I wanted a grand and brilliant, secure life and solid future for us! Tell me, was I so wrong for wanting that for us?’ Pause. ‘Yet anyway, you two came as you both did, and my bloody dreams and goals were done away with so it seemed!’ Duncan continued speaking furiously as he sighed heavily with frustration and turned around and walked out of the house.

It was a cool, damp, and misty, foggy morning. The fog was thick enough to cut with a bloody knife. Abyrdeen ran after her father in rage and dire concern with a bit of disgust at her father’s bizarre behavior. ‘Damn you! Damn you bloody bastard, come back here! You filthy rotten bastard! How could you be so cold, cynical, and selfish? My God in heaven, it was not our fault that you both brought us into the bloody world when you did! How dare you go on and blame us for something we had absolutely no control over! If the both of you were not ready! If both of your lives were not straight at the time, then it was your responsibilities to make your lives right before having us! If I had only known! Oh! Oh! If you were not my father, I really do not know what I would have done with you!’

Abyrdeen shouted and shouted at her father with pure madness and agitation amidst her Scottish-accented voice. Abyrdeen had realized her outbursts and hateful words intently, regardless of how offensive yet true those words were meant, she suddenly stopped herself from going on. She had caught up with her father as she kept on shouting out the bloody last hateful words that were on her brow. She had tried hard to put some logical reasoning and good sense into her father and get him to come back.

Duncan suddenly turned around without warning and slapped and slugged her so hard, he knocked his daughter down to the ground with his mean and heavy blows. He had continued to rage and rage on at her frightened and painful-looking face. ‘Don’t you ever let me catch you or hear you shouting and carrying on and embarrassing me or this family! Do I make myself clear?’

Duncan pulled away from her in agitated anger and madness, realizing his terrible outbursts and angry actions toward his own daughter, suddenly very sharp knife piercing fragmenting and jagging pain shot up the back of his head. Duncan was never good at dealing with tragedy or negativity well at all. He had scribbled a note and he threw it down at his daughter and left for town.

His bloody short and heavy temper, which frightened anyone who would come into contact with it, including his own self, was indeed inherited through his father. Duncan knew he really had an uphill battle in trying to control it, as it was getting increasingly worse as he aged.

Shortly after Duncan had gone into town, Abyrdeen was finally able to sustain herself again. She tried to pursue her father again, for she had realized he had already gone. She continued to shout and shout, ‘Oh! I hate you with a bloody passion! I really do hate you!’ Abyrdeen picked up the darn bloody note that was next to her, Duncan’s bloody demands to her. ‘I want you in that darn house at once and tending to your bloody duties! I do not want to hear any more gibberish nonsence out of you again! I want you to carry on normally and no more fooling or embarrassing carrying on about you! Do I make myself crystal clear? If I find out that you have defied me in any way at all! This, my dear lass, will only be the beginning of what I will really do to you and what will truly happen to you!’

She threw the note away and picked herself up and lifted her head high the best she could and pursued her day with vengeance and confidence. The lower left side of her face started to swell and become discolored from Duncan’s heavy blows. Duncan had become increasingly angry, violent, and unable to control his bloody temper as well as he was having abusive tendencies toward his own daughter or kinfolk. Abyrdeen’s mother, or anyone who he felt was just getting into his way, he would lash out and strike at them with vengeance and heightened strength.

The telegram and her father’s bizarre behavior were really eating and tearing away at Abyrdeen’s suspicions of some sort of family deep dark scandal that was rapidly descending and unraveling around her. She realized that she had to deal with some very real serious and challenging issues imminently alone. If her father caught her snooping around into forbidden family affairs, he would certainly be hurting her dearly.

Abyrdeen was deeply disturbed about her father’s obnoxious and bizarre behavior toward her brother. Finally, she had pulled herself together better and went into town to seek some logical answers to the increasing and confusing jigsaw puzzle. She also realized her writing goals were rudely interrupted and slipping away from her quickly. She was truly appalled about all of this terrible mess that was for sure unfolding around her.

She had become quite familiar with the solitary way of life, for which she had become all too familiar with as of late. Her only brother was away at school and now possibly dead, while most of her bloody family were already dead and gone. For the first time, she had really felt alone with her family situation. Somehow she was never truly allowed to have any real life or friends which she could confide with. Her life seemed to be fortified and dictated for her.

Abyrdeen went into town to seek help from Father Laurence at the St Nicholas Catholic Church in Glenloch’s city center plaza to see if he could really help her. Father Liam Laurence was a mellow, gentle, and passive caring subject of God, he dedicated himself since his teens to do God’s work. Average looking with balding, fire engine red hair, pink fair skin, and bright pine tree green eyes, certainly a specimen of his Pictish lineage bloodline.

Abyrdeen was walking quickly across town as townspeople had begun to stare and snicker and talk about her and her obscure appearance. She quickly climbed the steps of the church and ran inside. She made it quickly to the confession chambers and slammed the door behind her, causing loud ringing noises to resonate through the church piers. In a dire heightened high-pitched voice, Abyrdeen had called out to Father Laurence. ‘Father! Father Laurence! Please if you could hear me now! I need your immediate attention toward some very pressing matters regarding my father and my bloody family! Father Laurence! Please I need you now!’ Abyrdeen paused with marked agitation when she could see she was getting no responses at all from Father Laurence. Finally, in a monotone, emotionless voice, ‘Who is it that truly seeks my assistance!’

2) MYSTICAL ENCOUNTERS

Doctor Derek Cameron, physician and influenza specialist and expert, could not help but catch a glimpse of Abyrdeen Lochbuie as she made her way out of the church and she descended down the huge staircase of the church. Both of their bloody eyes met immediately with excited amazement. Both had known each other for many years. Derek and his mates from school would always sneak over to her school grounds and catch wonderful glimpses of her and her schoolmates in their schoolyards when they were just kids.

They were both amazingly and pleasantly shocked to see each other after all of those years. Why, it had been almost thirteen years of marked absence between them. As they came to each other in the town square, it was taking Abyrdeen much longer and causing her some challenges with her memory and she took some time to recognize Derek with all of the clutter and chaos in her mind and all that was surrounding her presently, along with the extensive years they had been apart. They were both tickled pink with excitement, amazement, and curious intent as they were thrilled to see each other again.

Derek’s rugged good looks and gentle charms would always enchant Abyrdeen. He was a man of mixed character; indeed he was, kind, warm, caring, and sincere, yet jealous, possessive, and very dominant and ruthless at the same time. He would make quite a scene and or a bloody fuss on what or to whom he saw as his or belonging to him. Tall, muscular, and slender built with golden, sun-kissed blond locks casting an intriguing, sensual, yet smart and spiffy look to himself. His childhood was spent on his family’s huge estate of fifteen-plus acres on the outskirts of Edinburgh in a very prominent and progressive area of Scotland named Perth in the county of Perthshire, just down the bloody way from Glenloch. A splendid white and thatched roof manor