The ritual was over. Kyler was starting to stir as the mage stepped back setting down his staff. The mage smiled as Kyler slowly got up. The young warrior moaned as her head rolled to the side as she slowly opened her eyes. The mage said, “Welcome back, Kyler.” “What happened?” “You died.” She blinked a few times but didn’t try to move as her head spun. “I died.” “Yes, my lady. You died. We brought you back. You are alive.” “Alive. You should have let me stay dead.” “Why? We need you.” The mage bowed his head watching her from the corner of his eye. “No, we are all dead.” She slowly got up the look in her eye dead. The mage’s mouth opened but he stepped back as her magic gathered with a blast aimed at him.
I stopped and stared at him. The man in the car shot me a charming smile as he gave me a slow blink. I glanced around. He was the only car on the road and I was the only person. I knew I should run. Every fiber in my being told me I needed to run instead I said, “No thank you.” He smiled again, “Are you sure? It is pretty chilly out here.” I pressed my lips together, “No thank you, again. I am just fine.” It was chilly but I ran. Finally I ran. The man let out a grunt as I took off running. My legs carried me as I took off down the street his car following me. I found a one way street and he kept after me. Half way down it I turned and went the other way turning down as many random streets as I could. Then I hid. Who knew what this man wanted and I was only a lonesome girl walking home from work.
I stared at my reflection in the mirror. Everyone had said that they didn’t remember. No one did. No one remembered me. Still, I turned from the mirror and turned to my family. They stared at me. They didn’t believe me. My father sighed as he said, “I am sorry, ma’am.” “But father.” I reached out to him but he backed away. The look on his face tore through me. It hurt. My heart hurt. I pressed my lips together as I looked at my mother. Mother said, “Honey, let’s go.” “Wait, wait.” I put my hands up getting in their way. “What?” It was stone cold. “Listen, listen. When my sister was born. She wasn’t breathing. It took a lot to get her going. Who would know that?” Their eyes narrowed on me. “Mom, you had 3 miscarriages before you had Marta.” I looked them in their eyes. Mother’s eyes darkened. “I had 4.” I blanked. She meant me. One of them was me. I pressed my lips together. “One made it all the way.” “No.” She pushed me away and I fell on the ground. My blood ran cold as I watched them walk away. What was I going to do? I had nothing.
The crooked tree of my dreams is real. Yet no one believes me. Every night I wake there. I can’t seem to get away from. Tonight I lie in my bed my partner watching me to make sure I stay put. I fall sleep into a dark slumber and all is peaceful Yet when I awake next I am by the crooked tree my partner is no where in sight. “Why shall I wake by the crooked tree?” I ponder over and over. Thus I begin my long path back home my feet bare and without socks. From around me I hear voices calling out to me. “Luna! Luna!” Over and over. They want me to go to them. Deeper in the woods but I know better I shall not go. On this evening on my trek home I see a young whom I’ve never seen before. Her feet are bare and her hair is a mess. She is in her pjs and she looks sleepy. I walk to her and ask, “Sweetie, are you lost?” The little girl looks at me and says, “Every night I wake up under the same crooked tree.” I blink jerking back. That voice. It’s mine. It is mine from when I was a child at least. I remember like it were yesterday. Had someone asked me that? I do not know. The child turns away and says, “I must go home.” “I must go home too for I wake by the same crooked tree every night.” She nods and walks off. Her last words still on the wind, “Never walk into the woods.” I swallow hard before I return to my path home. At home I find my partner sleep and I wake him. He jerks and I say, “I was by the same tree again.” “Go to sleep.” I nod But was it all a dream for I must never go into those cursed woods.
Boom boom boom Fire up high Climbing the walls Raining down Against one another Side to side Once upon a time But now Opposite we stand Boom boom boom Once together Now separate On the path we walked And with a choice at hand Fire raining down Boom boom boom We face off Once together Now only in fire And thundering sound Do we stand
I put my heart forward All these words Just at the tip of a tongue Right there Right now Yet how tied Yep feel in the air Around me Tied to me Oh so close. If only If only Yet nothing to be Nothing to say So what can I do As the twists of magic Lie in the air So close So strong When is time When is it that I can do As I only float on And say With nothing else To do
This isn’t going to make sense but I am you and you are me. We stand in danger. A move that you may not yet understand. However both you and I are in trouble and I need your help and you need mine. I have found the tech in order to cross time and space. And as a fellow scientist you must be there soon. If not you have the mind to do so. I have added the blue prints to do so. I am sure you of all people can understand. Put it together and keep it hidden. When the times comes we will find each other. But for now I need this of you. Knowing myself I know you can keep away. Everything is nearly identical in what has happened but now the tech is different equal the playing ground. For both of our worlds. It is the only way to save us. This not just from I to myself but from many other us. Get the answers. Do it and you’ll see where the rest of us have failed.
To myself.
