VALIANT : The Thunders … The Watcher’s Classified Files … Ghosts …
Knock, knock, tick tock
*SONG* I’m with You by Avril Lavigne
The Circle of Light…
In the chair again. ‘I thought this part
Was over?’ I wondered, but before a thought
Could grip my mind…it began…
Before me, at the farthest reaches of the light
I could see the platforms, the faces of Brishan
And BR’Riel and the aquatic humanoid, fixated
Upon me…Stone-faced, their eyes intense and
So heavy…What was this?
Then Varence appeared, he strolled from the
Shadows to the very center of the circle of light
As if it were the simplest of things to do
Then he stopped and stared at me with that
Smile of his; it was unnerving. He folded his
Arms over his chest then nodded to Ceres.
Again, there she was sitting to my right…
Beautiful, elegant…yet somehow magically
Indestructible. She smiled at me plainly.
“Do not worry, just write as you
Normally do…everything will be fine.”
Those were luminous words! “Do not worry?”
I asked. This didn’t sound good at all.
Brishan nodded to Varence. “Ask him.”
“Ask me what?”
Varence’s expression was restless,
“And?” I asked.
“I told you in the weeks ahead,” Varence
Explained, “That your writings were going
To take their toll…That they would be
The hardest you have had to do so far.”
“Yeah.” I said, with a tone that insisted
He explain everything without more delays.
“There is something we need you to do.”
He said carefully.
“Yeah?” I moaned…
“We need to review some of the subjects
Experiences from the mission.” He finally
Said. “From your mind.”
“You keep referring to them as subjects,” I
Said as coldly as I could. “They were not that
“The assembly needs this.” Ceres reluctantly agreed.
“And they need to hear it from your point of view,
Not Varence’s wordy, mechanical, riddle some
“Thank you.” He sneered.
“Is this your way of punishing me again?”
I asked. “Why?”
“There are details paramount to the current—“
“Just stop tip-toeing around it.” I said.
“You’re going to do it anyway, so don’t
Play it as some kind request.”
Brishan broke the discord with his
Serious tone. “I apologize but we requested
This…Now please if you would…”
Varence locked eyes with mine and
September 10th 2001…
There was no choice…
Kathy…She was twenty four, still living at home
With her folks…still waiting for her life to take
On some magical path, for the dreams that resounded
Through her thoughts, days and nights to manifest
Into some kind of real form…
She had gotten up as usual, dressed to go to work
At Friendly’s…Her parents had already left for work…
The morning was heavy and grey…typical…
But the haunting feelings from the night before
Were especially strong…Something disturbing was
In the air, it made her feel sick and anxious.
She fought everything that morning, her routine,
Everything was off. But she couldn’t put her finger
Somehow through a blind, numbly driven sense of
What to do she went through the motions, got
Dressed, scarfed down a raw Pop-tart for breakfast,
Grabbed her purse and keys and headed for her
Car in the garage. The old blue compact Chevy
Sedan never appeared more ominous…She got in
The car, put the keys in the ignition and froze.
Life twisted and turned by some hazy vision…
The morning was not the morning, nothing was real.
Then suddenly smoke began rising from the hood
Of the car filling the garage…More and more
Of the thick vaporous puffs began to fill
The garage. What was happening?
She hadn’t turned the ignition yet? Smoke?
But the smells, the sounds…everywhere.
She was in the garage but wasn’t.
Smoke and more smoke. What was happening?
The sights and sounds, from something beyond.
She heard screams, explosions…The sense of
Intense panic. She could swear she saw people
Racing around the car through the smoke in
The garage. What was happening?
She closed her eyes and could only hear screams,
Rumbling…but it wasn’t thunder…
The smoke, it was everywhere now. She couldn’t
See. Her heart raced, she was terrified…
What on Earth was happening?
Had she lost her mind? Nothing like this had
Ever happened before.
She kept seeing people race by, the most frightened
Looks on their faces. She pinched her eyes shut
And prayed…What was this? Make it stop.
The roaring grew, the rumbling like thunder…
The thunders…but not from the sky, it was as
Though it came from everywhere, everything
Seemed to shake…Then it felt like the whole
Garage was about to collapse right on
Top of her car. In a frenzy of fear she managed
To pull herself together…jump out of the car
And bolt out of the garage…She raced to
The house, the back porch step thinking she had
To call for help, 911, her parents, someone…Then froze.
There was silence…morning sounds…birds, the
She turned back to look at the garage. There was her
Car, the driver’s side door wide open. But the garage
Was completely normal? Where was the smoke?
The people? She blinked like crazy, her heart
Racing…What happened? What happened?
Had she lost her mind?
Her mind raced, thoughts spinning, spitting out
Words and phrases as she scowled at the scene.
Was it a dream? Had she lost her mind? Why
Had that happened? Something was going on. Something
Was very wrong. She imagined it? Was it imagination
Or something else? It made no sense! No sense at
All! The car was fine. The garage was fine. There
Were no people running around.
She took a step towards the garage, then another
And another, then froze and took a deep breath.
Think now! Why? What was going on? It
Had to mean something. Was it a vision, some
Kind of premonition? She had never had such
An experience before…so intense, vivid, real.
Then as if struck by a magical wall, the
Wind blew through her and she heard them…
The whispers of many voices on the wind calling
Her name… “Kathy, Kathy, Kathy…Wake up.
They’re talking to you.” But who?
Emotions pitched and frothed inside her, calling
Out to her senses, her sight and feelings. Feel it,
Don’t think, doubt or wonder, just feel it. Listen,
Don’t speak, feel.
And she did by her spirit’s command, gave in to
The feelings and not logical thinking to gain the
Path to understand what it was.
Time to stop the nonsense, to break—if only for
A little while the daily programming of what was,
To see what will be.
That’s how it comes, through shocked senses
Massively before it happens for real…The shock
And the pain are the triggers for the psychic
Eyes of the mind…Some know this, others
Pretend or mimic…But for those with the
Curse to feel it, it is absolutely terrifying.
The higher forces speak and the spirit feels it,
There’s no denying it. The more you fight it the
Worse it gets. Without notice, by the whim of
How fate seems it so you are drawn in and cannot
To explain it to anyone, why then they call you
Crazy…But when the manifestation occurs and
The proof becomes reality…you scare those around
You to death!
She knew something was wrong and it scared her.
It scared her so bad, she couldn’t go to work.
She couldn’t call anyone to explain, they would
Think she was completely nuts!
But something was coming, something was about
To happen…and soon, very soon.
Her mind became crazed. “Knock, knock” would
He write one day… “Knock, knock, tick tock…”
Who are you, what are you? This voice in my
Mind telling me things…” She hovered,
Swaying back and forth in the mind holding her
Arms…She was freezing and it wasn’t even cold!
Kathy turned away from the garage and
Walked down the driveway in a daze. She was
Freaked out! And the words in her head just
Rumbled nonsense. “Knock, knock…tick tock…
Who am I? What is this? Who are you? Voices,
Eyes, ears and minds are listening to me
Somehow, some way…on a piece of paper! On
A computer screen! But not now, then…
Then…When? The future?” My God she
Felt totally crazy.
She reached the end of her driveway and
Turned…left or was it right? Down the
Sidewalk…walking, walking blind…Her eyes
Studying the neighborhood houses. Everything
Looked so completely normal. The few people
That were home, the cars in the driveway, the
Cars drove by. No one acted strange,
No one sensed anything unusual.
Still the voices filled her head as the wind
Blew and the trees rose above her like
Silent sentinels of time…immune to
Human rites of passage. “Knock, knock,
Tick tock…The Bell Tolls…The Thunders…
The Voices of the Stars…The Watchers…
Someone could hear everything she was
Thinking! People were reading her thoughts!”
She felt betrayed, a pawn to some big
Scheme, a character on a giant board game?
“They hear me! Someone is writing this all
Down and reading it, they think I’m nuts!”
She kept walking and walking. Where?
Who cares? She was crazy, right? Does
It matter? “Someone is writing this all down
And I look completely nuts! I’m walking
Down the street, I see the cars, my neighbors.
Look there’s Mr. Jones. Mr. Jones is home
Today…again…Probably spending the whole
Afternoon on his computer again looking at
Porn…HA! Write that down whoever you are.
Mr. Jones is looking at porn all day…And he
Thinks no one knows…He’s out of work,
Supposed to be job hunting but no he’s
Looking at porn…Mr. Jones. Mr. Jones how’s
That porn hunt working out for you for
Work, sir? Oh my God they will think I’ve
Lost my mind! Who is writing this down?”
Kathy kept walking and walking, trying not
To think. “Whose reading my mind? Are
They watching me too? I’m wearing my Friendly’s
Uniform for work, is that hot for you? Yeah,
I’m losing it.”
She kept walking and walking, just holding
Her arms. Until finally she came across the
Small park by the pond at the end of
Her street. “Perfect! Swing sets! I’ll just
Go sit there and swing and swing and talk
To you, whoever you are…I ate a Pop-tart
For breakfast this morning. Are you excited?
What is so fascinating about me that you
Have to write down what I’m thinking? I’m
No one special. I’m hallucinating. My garage
Just filled up with imaginary smoke. It’s
September 10, 2001…Does that mean
Anything special to you?”
Kathy walked over to the swing sets in the
Park and grabbed a comfortable seat and
Started to swing. “Did you write that
Down too? Yes, I’m 24 years old and I’m
In the park on a swing set…swinging…so
What? Knock, knock, tick tock…What
The hell is that, a board game? What does
She kept swinging and swinging and talking
To herself. Her senses lost to the ether…to
Time…dancing to the command of… “I know
You, I know you…Those dreams. I hear
You now. But it’s not you, not now…You’re
In another time? Can you talk to me? Can
You hear me? Will we ever meet? I’ve been
Waiting to meet you, talk to you. Why are
You writing this down? Whose reading it,
It feels like a lot of people? Why? What
Does it mean? Please tell me.”
She just kept swinging…watching the ducks
And geese and swans on the lake…The pigeons
That flew by… “You like the birds…Birdman.
What is important about September 10th
2001? Why won’t you tell me?”
“All those people reading…the eyes and ears…
The doughnut guy…All those coffees…computer
Screens…print outs…The girl making notes. You,
Reading this over dinner? Other countries? MY
God, why are so many people reading this? Who
Are you? Tell me!”
The hours just kept passing by as if by only
A few minutes…more rambling.
“How’s that tuna sandwich? Ice cream again?
What is it, hot there or something?”
She just kept swinging. “I can’t feel myself there.
I’m not where you are…What time is it? What’s
The date? Talk to me.”
Then morning became afternoon, and soon afternoon
Became evening. She had spent the whole day swinging
In the park! Only stopped a couple of times to
Use the public restroom and grab a generous
Drink at the fountain. “My God, you wrote
That down too, didn’t you? Yes, I had to
Use the bathroom. I’m sorry.”
The swings…She just kept swinging…fighting
To think words so they would not be written
Down. Then…suddenly Sean, her long time
High school boyfriend was there…walking up
To her…Pale and concerned looking.
“Kathy?” He asked carefully…walking up to her
Still in his mechanic’s uniform. “Everyone is
Looking for you…is everything OK?”
She slowed down to stop swinging. “Sean?”
He came up to her. “What are you doing here
In the park? Are you alright?”
She started to cry. “No, Sean…I’m not alright.
Something is coming and I have no idea what
It is or what to do.”
Time split…back again to the Circle of Light.
“What was that?” I asked.
Varence stood calm and well composed. “Kathy,
One of the subjects.” He winced, re-collected his words.
“I mean, one of your group…You have her memories.”
Suddenly the notebook seemed like something more,
A tool, a telecommunications device with pen
And paper. I could not think, only write. “What?”
Brishan, at the forefront of the blinding lit circle
Tapped his finger on his desk. He looked displeased.
“What is the meaning of this?” He then pointed
To me, but his eyes were fixed intensely on Varence. “What
Purpose are you addressing?”
Varence only smiled, very self assured. “An event
Significant among them. A date very commonly
Known to them as September 11th.”
Brishan turned to the aquatic humanoid as a
Raucous of overlapping voices filled the arena, voices
I could not see past the circle of light. Brishan
Stared wide around acknowledging the discord.
“What is the meaning of this?”
“I am demonstrating the subjects’ precognitive
Abilities to events, significant events.” Varence
Explained. “One beyond our own which we study.”
“And this event,” Brishan replied with a raised
Brow, “This date of September 11th
Varence turned to me, appearing now more and
More as a lawyer. “Prior to this date, four days
Before…You were painting…that painting was, do
“Smoke signals.” I told him. “I painted it in
Black and white. I remember because I had
Never painted in black and white before…I don’t
Know why…I just did it…There was a figure
Making a big X…amid clouds of smoke. I
Remember it scared me. I had no idea what it
Meant…I had to do it. I don’t know why.”
Varence turned to Brishan. “Precisely.
No idea. They acted upon their internal senses.
Kathy experienced precognitive hallucinations…
Bill received through his painting…the message…
And Jennifer, the other visionary…sensed the
Event in visions and messages…which overloaded
Her senses causing her undoing.”
“What??” I asked…but they ignored me.
“Interesting.” Brishan said. “What was this event?”
“Hidden factions within their world’s powers
Were planning somewhat of a coup.” Varence
Explained. “Rogue agents with incriminating
Data were about to expose secret plans to the
World…unaware of their government’s knowledge…
It was about to be a disclosure…but die hard
Watchful forces intercepted this with a terroristic
Disguised attack on key buildings to thwart this,
Thus triggering world wide panic. Many officials
Had no idea of this, nor did the citizens…and
It became a wide-scale event of fear…mind-controlled
Groups are used this way to control the population…
Through terroristic attacks prevent
Unwanted disclosure and prevent revolts
Among secret factions.”
“They were going to disclose agendas of
Non-human contact?” Brishan asked.
“Yes.” Varence answered.
“So what happened?” Brishan asked.
“The public was terrified by the tragic events,
The destruction and deaths.” Varence explained.
“No information was disclosed. Rebel factions
Were subdued…And the current system continued
With fearful compliance. Only echoes of
Conspiracies leaked out…and those were easily
“So what was the purpose of the subjects’
Precognitive experiences?” Brishan asked.
“That 2001 was not the turning point as per
Instructed…And became a warning of intimidation.”
Varence explained. “Lives were lost. Many
Agents, of non-terrestrial forces from the
Alliance, involved in the disclosure as well as
Subjects of ours were lost in these events…”
“So the mission was re-evaluated?” Brishan asked.
“It had to be.” Varence said.
“What is he talking about?” I had to ask Ceres.
She only nodded once firmly, kindly. “Just listen
And write, you will see.”
“How many were lost?” Brishan asked pointing
“Approximately…half.” Varence answered. “Many
Sensed the loss…and soon there after took
Their own lives…resuming the trauma study of
Their own…secret factions’ experiments on these
Individuals…the trigger effect.”
“But this one was observed more closely.” Brishan
Said referring to me.
“Yes, from the start.” Varence answered.
“Though not until the angelic being visited
Him and imparted his gift was the experiment
Seen as successful.”
“Did they make contact with the Angel?” Brishan
Asked, referring to the secret factions.
“No.” Varence assured him. “They did not.
They could not; and still cannot. However
Brishan was skeptical. “Are you so sure?”
“Allow me to show you.” Varence went on…
Then turned to me, his eyes intense…his
Pupils like psychic weapons prying open my mind.
“View screen commence view.” A giant
Television-theater-like screen appeared…
His words seemed like the conductor
Silently in my head as memories
Unfolded on the screen…from my point of view…
As if the screen were my eyes…
Remember, unlock the door…reveal…see it,
Show them…beyond words and telling, feel it.
The date…The Timing, by night…from the
Depths of sleep…TAKEN…Transported…
I’m walking down a hallway, white, cold…
No signs, no comforting decorations, just
A white hall, bright lights…I was being led
By a team, soldiers in black fatigues,
Lifeless-like with no expression. Were they
Human at all? Robotic-like in movements,
Strong built men…black, white…walking beside
Me a safe distance away. They were under
Strict orders, not to touch me, never touch me.
Just bring him here. That is all.
The date, the time…It was hard to think…
I felt drugged, but it wasn’t drugs…Some
Device they had blurred, disrupted free
Thought. A truth serum device?
They led me to a room…
Trying to think! The light in my head rendered their
Technology useless! HA!
They sat me down at a table…
I looked up. Across the room was another
Fake, false—their alliance was a lie!
Then a tall, big, broad built black man
Came in…These were not the so-called men in black…
These were soldiers of the secret factions…
As I sat there, they began covering
The table with photos, still faces…pictures
Taken no doubt of the group I
Shaken, confused, struggling for breath
I kept trying to sense details of
What was going on!
Then the questions started by the black man in charge.
“Do you recognize them?” He asked sharply.
“Do any of these people
Mean anything to you? Look at them, tell me!”
On and on the unending, merciless
Questions came without end. “Do I
Know them? Who are they? How do I
Know them?” They wouldn’t
Believe me, no matter what.
But I couldn’t answer them, not one
Thing about the people, or what they
Were looking for. HA! The light would
Not let me and I couldn’t fight it.
They were getting angrier, frustrated.
Sitting there staring at me…giving me these dirty looks.
As if that made a difference.
I have no idea how long this lasted, I was in a
Fog…But they kept staring at me…as I
Studied the pictures. Honestly, there were so
Many faces of numb-looking people I couldn’t
Recognize them…Maybe they had been photographed
Under duress, half asleep, I couldn’t tell…
None looked familiar, yet they all did…
I just kept staring at the pictures, and the
Men in black fatigues stared at me. It went nowhere.
And then things took a very different tone…
Asleep, awake…I couldn’t tell, but it was clearly
An interrogation…Me staring at these pictures…
The men waiting, staring…a stand off…
There was some kind of whispering among them…
Then a door on the opposite side of the room to the
Left opened and in walked 3…reptilian humanoids
In robes…No hair, their heads looked almost like
A dull cone shape, greenish-black scaly skin…red
Snake eyes. They were all the same height, around
6 feet tall. They were expressionless, their faces were
Like that of some monster movie, sort of human
But clearly not…Far too detailed looking to be
Make-up, and all three were identical…I had the
Strong sense by their forms that they were
Female. They immediately locked eyes with me,
To intimidate me I suppose…The soldiers were
NOT shocked by them at all, but would not
Look at them; out of respect or fear, unsure.
Then one of the reptilians spoke, a raspy, almost
Hissing voice… “Leave us,” she said to the men in
Black…It was CLEAR then they were female,
I could feel it…3 female reptilians, what?
The soldiers seemed to bow their heads, look
Away and left me alone with the 3 reptilians.
I was stunned, but somehow not afraid at
All…The drugged state I was in had no
Effect on me talking and they knew it…
Oh well. I just watched as the 3 of them
Seated themselves at the table across from
Me…and stared me down intensely.
Moments passed. I could hardly believe my
Eyes, they were sitting there out in the open.
No disguises, as if it were completely normal
Staring at me, studying me. And I in turn
Was studying them.
I didn’t care what they thought or sensed
Or whatever, if anything the longer they
Watched me the sharper my senses felt, and
The more awake I became and they knew it.
Finally, the one in the center put their hands
On the table and tilted her head at me,
Her chin slightly raised. “You are not
No kidding! “Should I?” I asked.
She pointed at the pictures, as if her presence, their
Presence should affect me? “Do you recognize
Any of these people…at all?”
I just stared at her, if anything felt annoyed.
“Speak!” She ordered. The three of them seemed
To act like a team staring me down. “You
“Do I?” I asked.
“You know who they are.” She said, her voice
Was awful, like nothing I can describe. A talking
“I have no idea what you are talking about.
I don’t know these people.”
“You do know these people.” She insisted.
“I’ve never seen them before.” I was lying
Of course, I recognized a few…though they
Looked half asleep and drugged.
The reptilian woman looked at her companions
Then at me. “Why won’t you answer our
“What are you asking me for?” I said. “Don’t
“You will answer.” She said.
“I will?” I was sarcastic, feeling wide awake.
“Your drug stuff is not working.”
Oh she grew mad, the one emotion they did
Express. “Who are they to you?”
“People in pictures.” I said. I pointed to one
Picture. “I recognize that one…I went to
High school with her. She works for the Department
Of Defense. You know that.”
I swear she hissed. “And the others?”
“People you abducted off the street?” I asked
“Who are they?” She asked again, those
Red eyes were horrible!
“I don’t know.” I said. “What do you want
Me to say?”
She looked at her companions…Moments passed.
Silence. They gave me these icy looks, but somehow
It just bounced right off of me. I have no idea
Where I found the nerve, I should have been
Scared out of my mind but I wasn’t…It was
Like something inside me took over I could not
She nodded to the wall behind me…Then a
Soldier walked in…He was white in black fatigues,
Well built, buzz hair cut…No expression to his face.
She nodded at him…He withdrew his side
Arm and pointed the gun at my head and
Cocked it. “Now,” he said, “You know I can’t
Shoot you…but…I can shoot those you
Love, that you care about…while you…watch.
Don’t tell me there isn’t someone you care
About. Now tell me the information I require.
Do not play games with me.”
I felt the worst blind rage ever. I hated
Them. I hated this. But I had no voice to
“Now tell me who are these people.” The
Reptilian woman asked, ordered again.
I met her eyes ferociously. I have no idea
How I did this without shaking. But I was mad.
I did not feel like myself at all. “I told you
That I only recognize my friend from high
School…right there.” I pointed. “I cannot
Tell you more. I couldn’t if I tried.”
Suddenly her red-slit eyes seemed to light up.
At last she understood…Their interrogation
Wasn’t working…couldn’t work because
I had no control to give…They had no
Control…Whatever was in my head put
There by the Angel would not allow it, no
Matter how I felt.
She nodded, then gestured for the soldier
To put his gun down and leave the room.
She seemed impressed, as did her companions.
They watched me in unison, every gesture
And blink they seemed to share…They
Were communicating somehow but I could not
Finally, she broke the silence. “There are
Only half of them there.”
“What?” I asked.
“In the pictures.” She said. “Of your people.
There are only half of them there.”
I thought for a second. “My friend from high school
Was never there!” I insisted.
“How do you know this?” She asked,
Intrigued. “How can you be sure?”
“I never saw her there.” I told them.
“She was in your group.” The reptilian woman
Said, almost pleased that they were finally
Getting something. “She was from the beginning.”
“Well, I never saw here THERE.” I was able
To say. “If she was in the group, I can
Tell you they never picked her. She never
Went…Or at least I can say, they are not
Interested in her.”
The reptilians looked intrigued. “How do you
“I just know.” I said. “She…was NOT…there.”
“What do they want with you?” She asked.
“I don’t know.”
“Has anything changed?” The reptilian asked.
I was confused. “What do you mean?”
“Since September 11th…” She spoke very
Carefully and slowly. “Since the deaths…
There were many more of you…” She
It felt as though a wall had hit me. I was
Completely blind to it before…I believed it a
Dream…all of it…Yet somehow, somewhere
Deep inside it was more…But NOW…suddenly
Her words woke something inside me…Flashes
Filled my mind…The dreams, the group…
Wild images raced through my mind…Children
In cages…injections. Groups of people in their
Pajamas half asleep standing in crowds…
Many groups…soldiers…auditoriums…A dark
Room a circle of light…a separate group…
Familiar faces all ages…and then the deaths…
Suicides…The red light in the sky at night…
I stared at my wrists…
“We know.” She said.
I could only stare back at her numb.
“You look surprised.” She was wickedly
Happy. “Yes we know your secrets…Their
“You know…about the Angel?”
“Yes.” She said like a hiss. “What did he put
“I don’t know.” I said honestly; at least for
A long drawn out pause…She seemed delighted?
Was evil and joy all they knew? She watched
Me close. “What does Jennifer’s death effect
Have on our time line?”
I swear my heart stopped beating. “What?”
“Jennifer’s death,” she said slowly. “How
Does it effect our timeline?”
“Jennifer?” My mind raced…The dreams
Weren’t dreams anymore! I started to panic.
“Jennifer…is real? The Jennifer from my
She, the three of them watched me with
Surprise…confused. The entire moment turned.
“She’s real?” I shouted, I wanted to hit
The table. “She was?” I corrected…
Consenting to the fact of what she said…
They would not answer.
“It’s all real, all of it?” I was desperate.
They only stared blankly, coldly…
“That book was based on dreams!” I told
Them. “Just dreams.” The entire world felt
Like it was made of glass and was shattering.
“How does it effect our timeline?” She asked
My insides were frozen. My mind wide awake.
Thoughts, feelings, senses collided like an
Internal war… “It isn’t good. That’s
All I can say.”
“Everything can be fixed.” She said coldly.
“You can’t FIX this.” I told her angrily.
She seemed to tense, breathe hard, then
The three of them got up and left the room,
Leaving me alone…And my entire world
Changed at that moment.
Then I was blinking. Once again sitting
In the circle of light…Brishan watching me,
Varence staring at me…and Ceres.
“This isn’t happening.” I could only
Say, write down…
Varence watched me carefully, his head half
Down… “You said that last time too.”
Brishan…The great Lion Man BR’Riel, the
Aquatic humanoid…all eyes beyond perception
Felt like a ton of weight on me… “I can’t
“You said that last time too.” Varence repeated.
Ceres grew increasingly aggravated as she
Watched them. “You know what’s going
To happen now.” She told them sternly.
“She died, she really died?” I asked them.
No one said anything.
“You keep asking me to do this,” I told
Them… “All these people…subjects? Kathy,
Bobby, that guy…Robert in Rio…Marco, Lily…
Jennifer…she killed herself.”
Varence stood straight but calm and kind.
“When she was 30…Not long after
September 11th…She lost all hope of her
Dreams…many did…It was a tidal wave
Of loss after that. No one intended for it
To progress that far…”
“But you didn’t stop it either.” I told them.
“We couldn’t.” Varence said. “You hadn’t
Opened the box yet…The bridge had not
Been made…And they were on to our
Contact with you and the others
In your group…so they began…killing
My mind exploded.
“I told you in the weeks ahead I would
Ask you things I never have before.”
Varence said. “That it would be difficult.”
Brishan looked to Ceres with heavy eyes…
Then to me… “The words you write are
Weighted now…This is, awful information
To process…For us all…But I want you
To know…And tell them in your writing,
To those that will listen…The timeline
Has begun to repair itself…some will not like
It…as the world will shake in ways it
Should have long ago…New doors will open
As a result. The loss you have experienced…
Please, I do not intent this to sound
Unkind or too harsh…but there will be
Compensation…particularly for those who
Walked this road with you…
“The world will change…Those clinging to
The old ways will suffer the most misfortune.
Embrace the present…Open the door to
Tomorrow with hope…Stop making those
Choices that bring pain…The good will come.
Ceres stood. “I think that is enough
Brishan nodded. “You all have my instructions…
If anyone should interfere in this process…
You know what to do…”
Varence nodded kindly. “Stop writing