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Hi Everyone –

How can Christmas be two days away already???  *boggle*  I just got my Christmas cards sent, and I haven’t even started wrapping gifts, but I don’t feel too stressed.  Yet! LOL

This has been an extra crazy Christmas season for me, with less money and even less time.  But no complaining from me.

This year I got to sing in two Christmas concerts with my teenage son, Reno.  This was his first time singing the Hallelujah Chorus, and not only did we get to sing it together in the same choir, but with a full brass orchestra!  Wow!

As we reached the last page, I felt overcome with emotion.  My eyes brimmed with tears as I struggled to see the director’s hands.  It felt so glorious to share this experience with my son.  I was SO proud of him for giving up many nights when he could have been playing on his X-Box to go to rehearsals and work hard learning music while he was surrounded by a bunch of adults he didn’t know. 

Pretty cool Christmas gift and it didn’t cost any money, just time.

While I’m on the subject of Christmas, I promised pictures of our little Charlie Brown tree, Josiah, all decorated…  And here he is!

Before… 

And after… 

 

Panda folded an origami paper star for the tree topper since Josiah’s little tip wasn’t strong enough for a real tree topper, but doesn’t he look happy! LOL 

I don’t have a picture of us all around the Christmas tree, but I did get a picture of Reno beside the tree the night of his High School Choir concert.

 

Panda also kept us busy skating a beautiful solo in the Christmas Ice show…  She designed her costume and made it herself! 🙂   

Meanwhile, I’ve been busy counting down the 12 Days of Christmas movies on my Facebook writer page…  Swing by for some festive fun!   http://facebook.com/LisaKesslerWriter 

Instead of Ten Drummers Drumming, I had Elf up today!

The voting is still open for the Writing with the Stars contest, so please swing by and give Moonlight your Vote!  You can also leave a comment on the site too… 

Thanks for all your support!!!  I’ll let you know if Moonlight makes it to the next round…  *fingers crossed*

Ok, on to the fiction! 🙂   Every year I post The Third King on my last blog before Christmas.  This short story is dear to my heart.  It started with a simple what if…

What if vampires really were real?  Which gave way to; would they have been a part of historical events without humans ever knowing?  Would God know?

I hope you enjoy my vampire Christmas story…

 

The Third King – Lisa Kessler

     The sand blew against their veiled faces, stinging their eyes as the caravan trudged countless miles through the desert. The three kings, mounted atop camels, rode on through the darkness, guided only by the light of a single bright star in the night sky.

He had become one of them, a mysterious, learned Magus, one of Persia’s elite Magi Kings. He rode among them, veiled; not to protect his face from the blowing sand, but to hide his hardened, immortal skin from the eyes of the mortals around him.

The tall dark man that the mortals called Balthasar, could sense the growing dissension within the caravan. From atop his camel, he could hear their hushed whispers.  They believed their Kings had gone mad.  No wise man would wander the barren desert, following a star, just to see a newborn baby.  There had been moments during their journey when their quest did seem like madness, but they were committed.  They had come too far to turn back now.

The previous night, the Magi had stood before King Herod and told him of the star that had brought them to his kingdom.  They had traveled from Persia to see the ancient prophecy fulfilled, and asked the monarch where the baby lay so that they might see this “King of Kings”. Herod explained that the prophecy foretold that the child would be born in the town of Bethlehem.  Herod had not yet found the child, and he urged the three Magi Kings to search diligently for the infant.  Upon finding the babe, he asked that the Magi Kings send word to him so that he too might pay homage to this “chosen one”.

Balthasar stared at Herod with immortal eyes that had witnessed centuries of treachery.  He blinked slowly and opened his mind, allowing the thoughts of the mortals to reach him.  It was plain to see the mortal king seated before him was plotting to slaughter this child whose destiny to overthrow Herod’s reign was foretold by the prophets.

Balthasar felt his ancient pulse quicken. Mighty King Herod feared a newborn infant.  Could it be that this child they had crossed the desert to find was truly the son of God?  Was he witnessing an act of a supreme being, of the Creator himself? Balthasar had to know…

They left Herod’s kingdom, and he rode on in silence, listening to the undercurrent of gossip among the caravan with inhuman ears.  Men had been disappearing along their journey from Persia to Herod’s throne, and finally, to Bethlehem. It was assumed that the missing men had abandoned the mission across the desert and fled back to Persia, but had they been able to see beneath the sand, they would have found many bloodless bodies along their route. Balthasar’s immortality came at a very high price.

It didn’t matter.  He had no need for grooms and servants and cooks, and, in fact, had no real need for his camel, although riding did help him to hide his pronounced limp. He shifted his body slightly, finding the camel saddle to be extremely uncomfortable.

“Do you require another pillow, my master, Balthasar?” An attentive young servant called up to him.

He waved the boy off, refusing his offer; as he instinctively reached down to touch his lower leg. Feeling the cool porcelain limb was still in its proper place, the King urged his camel onward. The excitement was building within him with each passing hour. He was nearing the end of this journey, nearing the fulfillment of perhaps the greatest prophecy ever foretold. If the Jewish prophets were correct, then he was about to look into the eyes of God incarnate!

 How he wished he could share this moment with his maker.  She had an inquiring mind, and spent centuries in search of philosophical truths.  He knew she would have been eager to join him in this quest.  With the rise of the Jews in Egypt, he and his maker had spent countless hours debating the reality of a single God.  They had stood and watched the gods of the Egyptians, the Greeks, and the Romans fall, and yet they still had never found answers.  She could debate nightly until the sun rose.

Oh how he missed hearing her ideas on philosophy and religion, but that was lifetimes ago…

As the Kings traveled on through the night, his mind drifted back to his mortal days in Egypt. As a young man, he had been a soldier for his Pharaoh until the battle, which cost him his lower leg.  He survived his wounds, but over the years he lost the inner-struggle with bitterness.  Angry and disgusted with his deformity, he became a sharp-tongued servant, traded from household to household until the day he saw her. Her hair was as dark as coal with warm brown eyes that masked her intelligence behind their sultry, mysterious beauty.

He had never met a woman like her before. Maybe he never would again.  Her knowledge of politics and philosophy intrigued him, and after speaking with her for only a few brief minutes, he had known that he would be her loyal servant until his death.

He fulfilled that oath, managing her household until he became deathly ill.  He never dreamed that she would repay him with eternal life.  But then he hadn’t known that his Mistress was a vampire.     He still missed her, and thought of her often, but it was impossible for him to return.  She already had a mate, and he loved her far too much to spend eternity watching her love another man.

He was known as Bomani when he left Egypt to travel the world. He journeyed far north, until he reached the distant land of Persia, where he began training as a Magus. He spent countless hours night after night voraciously reading, learning and teaching others until his reputation gained him favor with a wealthy Lord in the desert land. The Lord had been unsuccessful in conquering nearby nomadic tribes and begged for Bomani’s assistance. Using his strategic plans, the Lord was able to reclaim his lands from the nomads, and upon their victory, he gratefully bestowed upon Bomani a new Persian name. He granted him a noble title meaning, War Advisor.  Bomani became, Balthasar.

Upon the monarch’s death, he bequeathed the rule of his small kingdom to the much-admired magus, Balthasar. Soon, Balthasar became a benevolent ruler who was adored by all who lived within his reign. Always careful to keep his face veiled, no mortal ever laid eyes on his ageless flesh.

     Many years had passed before the news reached his region that Moses had led the Jews to freedom from slavery in Egypt. Bomani was pleased. Having been a servant during his mortal life, he too, believed that every man should be free, but the thought of the cosmos being created by a single omnipotent God, as the Jews claimed, seemed preposterous to him at the time.  In his opinion, the world was too complex to be the work of one single being.     Over the centuries, there were many Jewish prophets who foretold of a coming Messiah, and although Bomani, or Balthasar as he was known in Persia, did not practice this religion, the Magi in his country always strived to gain knowledge of the spiritual as well as the physical world, so as the prophecies of the different religions reached his kingdom, Balthasar kept record of them.

     Decades later, he awoke to find the night sky aglow as the heaven’s parted to welcome a single star’s beam of light. The light shone directly onto him, casting his silhouette over the desert sands. He stood in awe of the strange light, finally wondering if this was the sign from Jehovah as the Jewish prophets had foretold.      Quickly the Magi came together to discuss this blazing sign that glowed above them. Determined to understand the star’s true meaning, Melchior, Caspar and Balthasar vowed to follow the star’s light.  Within hours, they had the caravan loaded and set out on their journey to seek out ‘the one born to be King’.     Many weeks had passed since they left Persia, and tonight their journey would reach its end. Balthasar could see that the star’s light had stopped ahead of them, shining down on the rooftop of a small house in the town of Bethlehem. As the neared the house, Balthasar’s brow furrowed.  The star shone not on a home, but a small barn for farm animals. 

Could this truly be the birthplace of a mighty king?

The night was too quiet, almost deafening in its silence.  Event he wind no longer moaned around them.  The Magi dismounted their camels, and looked at one another without speaking a word, sensing the sound could break the spell.  Balthasar could feel magic surround him as he collected his gift for the child, and silently he wondered how he would know if this was truly the “Christ Child” that filled so many of the Hebrew prophecies. Servants quickly surrounded him, draping royal robes over his windblown linens. Finally, two more servants approached the dark veiled King as he knelt to receive his crown. After placing it on his head, the servants bowed, whispering praises to their ruler as they retreated back to the caravan.

Balthasar gazed down at his appearance. It still stunned him to see his royal turnout. He had been, Bomani, a slave for most of his mortal life, and at times he still felt like that servant of long ago, not the Magi King of this night.

He took a deep breath, and, clutching his gift of gold, he approached Melchior and Caspar. He didn’t know them well, but he knew that they were very committed and learned Magi Kings.  They too longed to know if this was indeed the Son of God.

The three Kings nodded to one another and slowly entered the stable. Nothing could have prepared Balthasar for the scene he found. He could sense a tangible love filling the stall, touching and surrounding all who entered. The animals were alert, but stood eerily still and silent as Balthasar quietly gazed at the mother of this infant king.

He looked into her mind and found that her name was Mary. Her face radiated a pure beauty unlike anything he had ever seen. Her long dark hair was pulled back and she looked up toward her husband with deep adoration.  Peace and contentment embraced her, and the longer Balthasar stood before her, the more her mind opened to him.  His hands trembled when he realized that although she had given birth to a son, Mary had never laid with her husband, or any mortal man. The woman seated before him, the mother of this Chosen One, was a virgin.

It was impossible, and yet…

Balthasar forced his eyes from her face, and turned his silent attention toward her husband, Joseph. He was a tall man with dark brown curled locks of hair. His hands were hardened from years of hard labor. The Magi King easily read from his mind that he was a carpenter, and although all of his family and acquaintances insisted that Mary had disgraced him, this humble man bravely upheld her honor and stood beside her. He believed he had seen an Angel of God who proclaimed that he would name his wife’s son, Jesus…

“An Angel of God…” The thought echoed through Balthasar’s mind.

Gradually he let his vampiric eyes fall onto the baby lying in the manger. This was not an ordinary child. This baby did not cry, and Balthasar could see wisdom in the child’s eyes.  And there was something else.  A light emanated from this infant; an aura of light so pure that could penetrate into even the darkest of souls.

“It was this child,” His mind whispered.  The magic, the love, the peace he has felt when he entered the stable was all here in the babe lying before him.  The emotions pouring over and through him had been coming from the child!

He stared at the baby and suddenly felt the hair on the back of his neck begin to rise. When the child met his eyes he heard a voice speak directly into his mind.

Balthasar.

He fell to his knees and bowed his head, hiding the deep red blood tears that were falling from his eyes. He was unworthy to see such a miracle! Without a word, Balthasar offered up his gift of gold, an eternal metal symbolizing the eternal king. He felt Mary lift the weight from his hands, as he remained at the manger with his head bowed.

He chanted a silent prayer until he heard the voice in his mind once more.

You have been brought here by God to save his only son.  You are a most worthy servant, Balthasar, for as you are now a king, you were once a slave. In my Father’s kingdom the meek shall inherit the earth, and the servant shall be served.

Then the voice was silent. Balthasar could feel his body tremble as he rose up to look at the innocent child wrapped in swaddling clothes. The baby glowed, bathed in the warm light of the bright star that had led the Magi to his cradle; his beauty was indescribable. All of the gods that the ancient vampire had ever worshiped had hungered for riches and sacrifice. They were powerful, vengeful and vain, but this child was vulnerable, defenseless and innocent.  If the Hebrew prophecies were truly the word of God, then this was like no God Balthasar had ever known. This was a God who loved his creation so much that he chose to come down from the heavens and walk among his people as one of them.

Balthasar averted his eyes, suddenly ashamed to look upon the babe. How could he, a blood drinker and child of the night, deserve this God’s love?  Had this God of the Jews really called to him?  Could his journey across the desert be part of a divine plan?

He forced his eyes up one last time to look upon the child before rising to stand. The star had led them to meet King Herod, and then to find this baby, all in the dark of night.  The one time he was able to walk the earth…

Balthasar stood slowly, knowing now why he had been brought to this place to see this miracle.  He approached Joseph and nodded in greeting. 

“Glad tidings to you, Joseph. I have been given a sign from God that King Herod wishes to slay this child.  He fears your babe is the child the prophets foretold would grow to overpower him and take his throne. You must take Mary and the child away from this land and into Egypt. Use our gifts to finance the journey, but make haste. Herod may already be searching for you.”

He turned to face Caspar and Melchior, and the three Magi Kings slowly exited the small stable. It was decided that each would take a different route to return to their homelands so that Herod would not be able to question them on the location of the Chosen One. Balthasar watched as the caravan dispersed. He sent his grooms and servants with Melchior and Caspar. He would no longer need them.

Instead, the mysterious Magus turned and walked alone toward the south, toward his ancient home of Egypt. With each step, he removed a royal garment until he was clothed only in a slave’s white robe as he walked through the darkness. The Magus King, Balthasar, was no more.   

Bomani moved quickly as the blowing desert sands stung his uncovered face.  Finally he stopped and looked up into the night sky, weeping tears of joy for the knowledge that he was no longer alone in his endless night.  He had a purpose.

“You gave us your gift of love in darkness, that even we, who live only in the dark of night, might see your light…”

Centuries have gone by since that night, and each year a dark stranger still walks through the same sands to the place where a stable once stood. The bright light of a single star shines down, silhouetting his thin frame on the sand.  Alone and silent, he stands, looking up into the starlight, hoping that one day there will be an end to his wandering.

Waiting for the day when the child he saw so many centuries ago will finally bring his servant home.

THE END

Thank you for reading!!!  Your comments and support mean the world to me!!!

Merry Christmas!!!

Lisa

(For Marvin – All around the Christmas Tree, and Ten Drummers Drumming were both included, and the historical event was the Nativity)
  • Ken

    Merry Christmas, Lisa! I’ve always loved this story, and it’s nice to see it again!

    I’m not sure the pictures capture just how happy our tree is, though. Josiah is definitely beaming!

    Looking forward to hearing good news about “Moonlight”! Soon!!!!

    Ken

    • Thanks Ken!!! 🙂

      Since vampire Christmas stories have such a short window to be relevant, I had to share it again! LOL

      I hope to get good news about Moonlight soon too… *fingers crossed*

      Merry Christmas!!!

      Lisa

  • I love this story!

    Lisa you have a beautiful family and your tree is perfect! Aww Reno gave the best kind of gift a son can five a mom. I love those kinds of gifts best ; D

    Merry Christmas to you and your family! xo

    • Thanks Peggy!!!

      I’m glad you enjoyed the story and pictures!!! 🙂

      Merry Christmas to you and yours too! Thanks for reading and commenting…

      *HUGS*

      Lisa 🙂

  • fiddlbarb

    Such a gorgeous blog and beautiful story. Merry Christmas to you and yours! ~Barb K~

    • I’m glad you enjoyed the blog and the story Barb!!!

      I hope you have a wonderful Christmas!!!

      Thanks for reading and commenting…

      Lisa 🙂

  • Irene Melgoza

    How cute-that Charlie Brown Christmas tree. : )

    Your kids sound like they’re your pride and joy…as they should.

    Merry Christmas!

    • My kids are definitely my joy! They’re both growing up into really cool humans! I’m very proud of them both… 🙂

      I hope you have a Marry Christmas too Irene!!! THanks for reading and commenting…

      Lisa 🙂

  • I liked the story!

    • Thanks Saint! I’m glad you enjoyed the story!!!

      Thanks for stopping by my blog… Hope to see you again sometime…

      Merry Christmas!

      Lisa 🙂

  • Wow. What a beautiful memory to have sung with your son. That’s fantastic. 🙂

    Great story, too, Lisa. You’re so talented. Crossing my fingers, too, for your Moonlight story to go the distance in the contest!!

    Merry Christmas.

    • Hi Lynn! *waving*

      I’m glad you enjoyed the story, and thanks for the good thoughts for Moonlight!!! I’m getting smoked inteh comments this round and although it’s based on votes, I hope my peeps are voting! LOL (Maybe they’re just quiet? 🙂

      Merry Christmas to you and yours!!!

      *HUGS*

      Lisa 🙂

  • Tyler

    I love the “Charlie Brown” tree. We used to always go in that direction until the kids complained it wasn’t like their friends. Happily after a couple of years we are back to a small “slightly” bent tree. Keep the faith

    • YAY!!! Everyone should make a mis-shapened tree happy at Christmas! LOL

      Thanks for reading and commenting Tyler!!! I hope you have a wonderful Christmas!!!

      Lisa 🙂

  • such a handsome young man your son is
    You named your tree? I’ve never had a Christmas tree or a Hanukkah bush, for that matter. I love Christmas trees each so different as is each family
    Have you consulted with JO on the vampire thing ??
    Good point about only one God – world is too complex
    and why not? No one says vampires are evil by nature
    intriguing twist
    Happy New Year

    • Thanks for reading and commenting Sue!!! My daughter usually names all our mis-shapened Christmas trees… After the holiday I plant them int eh backyard so we still have “Edgar” and “Jethro” and a few others with us out back… 🙂

      I’m glad you enjoyed the story!!! I hope you hae a great New Year too!!!

      Lisa 🙂

  • Sue

    I did leave a comment – it was rather long – but it disappeared
    oh – well – intriguing story with a great twist
    Happy New Year !

    • Hey Sue! *waving*

      It didn’t disappear, but it got put in hold for me to approve it for some reason…. *boggle*

      Anyway, thanks for commenting!!! Have a great holiday!!!

      Lisa 🙂

  • Beautifully told story. It’s already a classic!

    • I’m so glad you enjoyed the story Christine!!!

      THanks for reading and commenting!!! Have a very Merry Christmas!!!

      Lisa 🙂

  • Marvin Martian

    For this I would command more than ten drummers drumming!
    8 points and a Very Merry Christmas to you! 🙂

    • Yay!!! Thanks for the Christmas wishes and points Marvin!!!

      I hope you had a great martian holiday too…. 🙂

      Lisa

  • DJ Myke

    Great news about the concerts, Lisa. I think your Christmas tree is lovely. You are the only person I know that even includes vampires at Christmas. That is as all inclusive as it gets. 🙂

    • Hey DJ Myke!!! *waving*

      I hope you had a wonderful Christmas too!!! 🙂

      I’m glad you enjoyed the blog and the story! I’d welcome a vampire in at Christmas… We’re all God’s children in the end, right? LOL

      Thanks for reading and commenting!!! Hope you voted for Moonlight too… Voting closes Jan. 2nd… I’m very nervous this round! :-/

      Have a great week!

      Lisa 🙂

  • joaniethewriter

    Oh this story is mesmerizing. I did not remember all the details, but I remembered he did NOT want to let anyone know they had found the King of kings. This my dear is a Christmas classic!

    My favorite gifts from my son are the ones he puts time and effort into, not money. He sure is handsome!

    • I’m glad you enjoyed the story Joanie!!! 🙂

      Singing with Reno was definitely a wonderful gift… I’m a lucky Mom! 🙂

      Hope you had a wonderful Christmas!!! Thanks for reading and commenting…

      *HUGS*

      Lisa 🙂

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