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flofx"'s prompt, with information from this site.
Very likely in the "Fairy Town" setting of many of today's stories.
Possibly proof that I should stop writing before 11:30
They were building a new church, which caused quite a bit of consternation in the City.
Not for the faith, which was as welcome as any other. Not for the construction, not in itself. Buildings were sometimes built, even in the legacy parts of town.
The problem was, they were doing it, as the saying goes, right, and thus they were doing it in such a way as to worry just about everyone.
They had torn down the existing building, or what was left of it, and in tearing down the lawyer's office (they never lasted long, in the City), they had found that a church had once stood there, a church and a churchyard. And they had then found, in excavating, the cornerstones of the church in the foundation of the lawyer's office, and, in digging further, two things they hadn't wanted to find: the skeleton of a lamb, under what had once been the front step of the church, and a tome describing the blessing of the land.
There had been plans to turn the land into a museum, into a small shopping center, into a library. But the land had been blessed as long as there are feet walking on this ground, and there were still feet, so the land must remain holy.
The church-yard, the cemetery, had been moved when the church had burnt down, the skeletal remains and their stones heading down to Sacred Heart several blocks down. The human remains had been moved, but the kirkevarer, the church-warning, had not. A sensitive was hired to come find it and awaken it, while stone-masons and architects built the church.
"It must be holy," they said, one person to the next, and so all the psychic energy of a city rich with power was pressed into the work of making the building holy, making it worthy of the blessed land, making up for the decades of lawyers and hair dressers. "It must be holy" and every person who had ever called themselves Christian in the city came to the first Sunday service, dressed in their best and focused on the purest thoughts they knew.
"It must be holy," and the city, the whole city, murmured prayers over the building, over the new stone where the old kirkevarer was re-buried. And the corpse-lamb, the warning spirit, glowed over the whole block, shining brightly with their blessings.
flofx"'s prompt, with information from this site.Very likely in the "Fairy Town" setting of many of today's stories.
Possibly proof that I should stop writing before 11:30
They were building a new church, which caused quite a bit of consternation in the City.
Not for the faith, which was as welcome as any other. Not for the construction, not in itself. Buildings were sometimes built, even in the legacy parts of town.
The problem was, they were doing it, as the saying goes, right, and thus they were doing it in such a way as to worry just about everyone.
They had torn down the existing building, or what was left of it, and in tearing down the lawyer's office (they never lasted long, in the City), they had found that a church had once stood there, a church and a churchyard. And they had then found, in excavating, the cornerstones of the church in the foundation of the lawyer's office, and, in digging further, two things they hadn't wanted to find: the skeleton of a lamb, under what had once been the front step of the church, and a tome describing the blessing of the land.
There had been plans to turn the land into a museum, into a small shopping center, into a library. But the land had been blessed as long as there are feet walking on this ground, and there were still feet, so the land must remain holy.
The church-yard, the cemetery, had been moved when the church had burnt down, the skeletal remains and their stones heading down to Sacred Heart several blocks down. The human remains had been moved, but the kirkevarer, the church-warning, had not. A sensitive was hired to come find it and awaken it, while stone-masons and architects built the church.
"It must be holy," they said, one person to the next, and so all the psychic energy of a city rich with power was pressed into the work of making the building holy, making it worthy of the blessed land, making up for the decades of lawyers and hair dressers. "It must be holy" and every person who had ever called themselves Christian in the city came to the first Sunday service, dressed in their best and focused on the purest thoughts they knew.
"It must be holy," and the city, the whole city, murmured prayers over the building, over the new stone where the old kirkevarer was re-buried. And the corpse-lamb, the warning spirit, glowed over the whole block, shining brightly with their blessings.
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