My chest fills with the thin mountain air of Tibet and my orange robe sways gently in the afternoon breeze. I have been here for eight months already and my past is finally fading into insignificance. I was older coming into this meditative life, all of twenty years. Most of the monks come as children.

It is quiet in the gardens as most of the others are resting in their quarters having been up since four this morning for prayers. I cannot sleep preferring to study the Buddhist texts under a tree. I have so much to learn. I still receive the odd thwack between the shoulder blades for yawning during morning prayers.

My mind wanders and I close my eyes to regain the sense of peace I had moments before. It eludes me and I put the heavy book down on the cool grass and lean against the trunk of the tree. Bells tinkle in the breeze and the smell of apple blossom suffuses the air.

I remember the day I arrived at the ornate doors of the monastery. The deep rumble of monks chanting evening prayers seemed to swirl in the valley. I was exhausted, dehydrated and near death. I fell down at the foot of the door weakly hammering the heavy wood. The chanting was without pause but someone lifted me up. I remember drifting in and out of consciousness as a cool hand mopped my brow or coaxed warm soup between my lips. Later I heard that it was many days that my sickness lasted. They asked no questions and I gave no explanations.

It is as though no time has passed and I am plunged back into that time.

My parents were simple farmers in the mountains. I had loftier ideals and left for the city to seek adventure and wealth. I met a man called Hassid with stubble on his chin and a shifty eye but I noticed only the coins he held out so willingly. If I had known accepting his money would lead me down a path so dark and painful, I would have turned away to look no more on his face. But I did not. He took me to a man he called Hakima, whose mouth held much cruelty and his eyes knowledge of evil that up to that point I had no inkling.

“You are now mine.” He said handing me a wad of more money than I had ever seen. I ignored the uneasiness in my body.

It was not even a day before I was ordered to deliver and pick up packages all over town. I did not open them preferring not to know what they contained. It was through Hassid that I took my orders.

“You go to Hakima now.” He said one morning and his mouth was sulky.

“I don’t want to.” I said, afraid.

“You go now or you go nowhere ever again.” He said ominously.

Hakima was like a tiger circling me. I held my breath as he prodded my chest with his finger.

“I am happy with your work but it is now time to prove your loyalty to me. You will go with Sadat and follow his instructions.” He held out a handgun. I shied away but he took a step towards me. I took the pistol from his hand although I trembled.

Sadat was a big man with a shaved head and I followed him without speaking. He walked fast and purposefully up and down deserted alleyways. I followed tripping to keep up with him. He stopped and took out a pistol tucked into his belt. The gun Hakima had given me was still clasped in my hand.

A fat man with sparse strands of hair plastered wetly over his scalp was standing smoking a cigar and talking to three men listening with furrowed brows.

“This comes compliments from Hakima!” Shouted Sadat and his gun exploded and the man fell to the ground. I dropped the gun and ran. I ran for days without food, drinking from stagnant puddles and finally dropped at the doors of the Monastery.

The bells ring out the start of evening prayers bringing me back to this place. I pick up the manuscript and walk back inside. The Monastery is my sanctuary. I have been called to this life of quiet contemplation and I will live out my days here.

Nolavia’s Shadow Chapter Sixteen


 As we strolled back home a shower of stars swept across the darkness. A blood red moon rose from the horizon and hovered over Nolavia like a fiery sentinel. Davalast gripped my hand tighter and we ran into the town square. Everyone was outdoors staring in wonder at the sky.

“This isn’t good” Muttered Davalast as we joined the crowd.

“It’s great. Maybe Mundanim is tired of keeping us in the dark.” Said Assennav. He shook his head.

“You don’t understand. It is 11.30 in the morning. If he had revealed the sun I wouldn’t be so worried. How has he managed to switch them? Anaira said he was only obscuring them but now I’m not so sure.” I squeezed his hand reassuringly.

“Perhaps we are mistaken. It’s been so long…” Davalast interrupted.

“No I’ve kept a constant record. There is no mistake.” If what Davalast said was true then it was worrying. Could Mundanim really switch night and day? I looked around for Anaira but couldn’t see her anywhere. I felt a bit disorientated too. I could hardly believe it was only 11.30am when so much had happened in so little time. I needed to speak to Ruatnac and tell him of my conversation with my father but first I would feel a lot safe knowing Anaira’s whereabouts. Nobody seemed to know or care where she was. They were all mesmerised by the moon’s welcome presence and turned away from Davalast’s bad-omen speech too. The constant darkness had taken its toll and they wanted to believe it was over. I was longing to believe as well but I knew too much to allow myself that delusion.

I left the crowd and walked into my house startled when something flashed across my vision and disappeared. Was it the illusive Silky? I sniffed the air and smelt the distinctive sulphuric smell of a grosslin. I shivered with revulsion. Grosslins are disgusting creatures that lurk about in alleyways eating decaying matter. Having one in the house was sickening. I hated to admit it but I’ve been terrified of them ever since one got into my crib when I was a toddler. I was loath to attempt catching the thing.

“You’re back?” Anaira said coldly crossing the room towards me.

“Oh hello Anaira I was looking for you.” I said ignoring her tone. “Did you see that revolting grosslin? It scuttled under the sofa. Help me get it out of the house.” Anaira pointed her finger at the couch.

“Eradicate!” She said and the couch leapt aside and the grosslin inflated like a balloon and burst, splattering against the side of the retreating sofa. I looked up at Anaira in horror. The couch shook itself and bits of grosslin flew against the wall.

“Stop!” I yelled. “Clean up this minute.” A cloth and dustpan sailed out of the cupboard and wiped and cleaned until there were no more signs of carnage.

“You said get rid of it.” Anaira said with a smile. I shook my head and walked down to my laboratory.

“Where have you been?” She said complaint in her husky voice. I ignored her question.

“What do you make of this new turn of events?” I said lighting numerous candles with an irritated flick of my wrist.

“Mundanim raising the bar as usual.” She said. “You will struggle to bring him down.” Her dismissive attitude annoyed me. I’ve been bending over backwards to see things from her side but she did nothing to make it possible.

“I see you’ve dropped the ‘we’ already Anaira. Does this mean you are no longer our ally?” I was angry and wanted to lash out at her. I restrained myself but could not stop the violet sparks escaping from my eyes. They looked like fireflies briefly before fading. Anaira couldn’t help but notice.

“I’ve upset you? I am sorry I must have misunderstood. I thought you wanted the grosslin gone…?”

“It has nothing to do with the grosslin and you know it. Are you working with Mundanim?” We glared at each other for moments. The violet sparks circled my head again popping like soap bubbles. I hated losing control but Anaira was pushing all my buttons. She finally broke away from my gaze and flopped down on the sofa.

“You know I’d never do that? You don’t include me in anything. You go off with Davalast and I’m left here all alone most of the time. I keep hoping you will notice me but you never do. “ Her eyes shimmered in the candlelight. I sat down next to her and she turned to face me. “I need you to want me.” She said flinging her arms around my neck and burst into noisy sobs.

A series of sharp explosions came from outside and we ran up the stairs in time to see the moon explode with a bang that rattled the windows and shook the walls. Sparks flew across the sky once more before we were plunged into darkness. A theatrical laugh reminiscent of the wicked witch of the west rang out ricocheting off the buildings. Mundanim was definitely upping the ante and it seemed he was attempting a sense of humour, albeit it maniacal.









Nolavia’s Shadow Chapter Fifteen


 I opened my eyes and stared out of the window realising suddenly that it had been daylight all this time. I had been so distracted by the situation I hadn’t even noticed. I leapt up from the armchair and rushed to the window. The leaves swayed in the wind and the rays of light shining through the foliage created a prism of pinks and purples.

“It is light here. How can that be? We have had nothing but darkness on Nolavia for weeks. They said the Mainland was also blacked out.” I said.

“We are not on the same timeline Esereht. When you go back to Nolavia it will still be dark.”

“We are on a different timeline?” I said slowly as if that would make the words make sense. My father nodded. “So if I say I want to go to a specific date would I go there?” He nodded again. “Even if it hasn’t happened yet?”

“Darling it is all happening simultaneously. The past, the future, now, this moment, it is all happening at the same time. What you change now changes the past and the future. But beware making changes in the past for the ripple effects can lead to disastrous events. People disappear in the blink of an eye because someone wants to make a fortune on the stock exchange…“

“What? Really?” I said aghast. “That doesn’t bear thinking about.”

“No you right it doesn’t but it happens all the same.”

“ Dad, I’d better get back to Nolavia. Davalast will be worried about me.”

“It has only been a few minutes my dear.” My father smiled.

“No way we’ve been here for hours.” I protested. He shook his head. “Does being on a different timeline change the way time passes in another?”

“Yes. When you return to Nolavia and your timeline only a few minutes will have passed.” He said with a wry smile. “It will be useful for us when we wish to spend time together without eliciting any questions or suspicions. I do want to spend time with you Esereht. I have missed you more than you can ever know.”

“Oh Dad I have missed you too.” I ran to him and he enveloped me in his arms. We stayed entwined for a long time. His jacket smelt of cinnamon and tobacco. I looked up into his face. “Do you still smoke?” I said incredulously. He grinned.

“Unfortunately, yes.” I wasn’t going to tell him but I loved the smell. It reminded me of a time when we were a family and I was safe. Well, I had felt safe then even if it was only an illusion.

I teleported back to my dark laboratory just as Davalast walked in. The note was still on the table.

“What did he say?” Said Davalast, his face radiant from the beam of light from his forehead.

“Did you see the note?” Davalast looked confused. I handed it to him. He read it and looked up.

“So when are you going?” He asked.

“I’ve already been. You are not going to believe what happened. Let’s go for a walk down to the river. We need to create a frequency disturbance so nobody can intercept our conversation.” Davalast’s frown deepened but he said nothing. We left the house holding illuminated hands. The humming static around us was distracting at first but we soon became used to it.

The air smelled stale from the constant fires. Nolavians were used to at least two hundred sunny days a year. This constant gloom was making them depressed. The magical community suggested cosy fires to lift their spirits. I’m not sure it was working. The darkness seemed to prevent the Island’s natural breathing. Davalast said nothing as I told him of the meeting with my father.

“It all sounds like a Science Fiction movie.” He said. I grinned.

“That’s just what I said.”

“What are the implications of this grid that you are encoded with? If they killed your mother because of her knowledge won’t they target you?” Davalast stopped and turned to face me. I looked back at him saying nothing but he understood. His face crumpled and he pulled me against him.

I was calmer now. Telling this man whom I loved so much seemed to settle something in me. It is as though I accepted my destiny somehow. I didn’t have any new answers and I still didn’t understand the grid but I knew that I would soon. After all it existed inside of me. I wondered if the lionesses and The Voice that spoke to me in the garden were part of this new knowledge?

Anaira and her association with Mundanim was the most pressing concern. My stomach gave a strange little flip when I remembered I could talk to my father about it. It felt good to know that he was available and we would meet again soon. I now had two extraordinary men in my life. I grabbed Davalast around the waist and squeezed him hard.

“What’s that for?” He said laughing.

“Have I told you that I love you?” I said.

“Not nearly often enough.” He said leaning down to kiss me.



Nolavia’s Shadow Chapter Fourteen


The dishes had cleaned and packed themselves away and we both stared obsessively at the fire. My head ached from the overload of new information. My childhood memories were not real and were only perceptions. Nothing I remembered was true. Could it really be that my father had always loved me and his distant ways were to protect me? Had sinister faceless corporations killed my mother and was Anaira innocent?

“What was Anaira’s role in all of this?” I said.

“We allowed the world to believe she killed Siralie because she believed she had. It deflected attention from the real killers but it was safer. They had always been mortal enemies but Anaira was no match for your mother. She could have rebounded Anaira’s magic in her sleep. Siralie was attacked from many vantage points and by massive strikes. She had been caught unawares because Anaira appeared to be alone. A secret investigation showed us that they were hiding on the fifth dimension. Many of them! It was unbearably ironic you see, they used her own work against her. If she had not been distracted she would have picked it up, she was the most intuitive…” My father’s voice cracked and I gazed in disbelief at him. I had never seen him emotional. Ever.

“Did Anaira distract her? I keep going over what I remember but nothing makes sense.” I said.

“She was worried about you Esereht. She wanted to protect you.” His voice trembled and he gripped his hands together so hard he looked as though he were praying. Had I caused my mother’s death? If she weren’t so intent on protecting me would she have noticed the forces hiding in the shadows? I needed to push those thoughts away for now. It was too much to handle on top of everything else.

“What did you mean the fifth dimension? It’s cited in Mum’s notebooks too.” I said. I needed time to relate differently to my father and comforting him was still inconceivable. He cleared his throat and rubbed his eyes as though he were weary rather than sad.

“Our life’s work has been to prove that the world exists on multiple dimensions and anyone can access these at any time. Your mother discovered a grid that connects these dimensions. It is rather like the streets of New York. They cross or run parallel in a type of grid.” He said in answer to my frown. “But instead of taking you to another street it takes you into the past or the future or… and this is when it gets complicated, other worlds entirely where life is very different.” He said.

“It all sounds like a science fiction movie to be honest.” I said with a shrug.

“Yes, I know it does. The Organisation has been discrediting our work for many years and because it’s difficult to understand it is very easy to do. But they know it exists. They use it all the time for their own profit. They are determined to keep the rest of the world in ignorance. They have no compunction Esereht. They will kill to keep their secrets and have done so on numerous occasions.” He leant his head back against the chair and closed his eyes. I stared at his pale face trying to understand my conflicting emotions and thoughts.

“Ruatnac said I was the only one who could change things. What did he mean? I don’t even understand these grids. Surely you would be the person they need.” I said. He opened his eyes and they seemed to glow with the same intensity as the fire. I shivered with apprehension.

“No, Esereht it has to be you.” He said and his voice sounded so sad I felt tears prick the corner of my eyes. “You see this grid is imprinted in your DNA. It is as much a part of you as your body. Actually it is more so because on the sixth dimension your body is no longer important and is left behind when you enter it. You can take up it again if you so desire. They are engaging with more espionage on the sixth level now…”

“Stop! This is all too much. I don’t know what you are talking about? I’ve worked hard on this body and am quite partial to it. I have no intention of letting it go!” I shouted.

“I’m sorry darling.” He said.

“Why is it imprinted on my DNA? Is it only me?” I watched my father’s discomfort imploring him with my eyes to deny it. He shifted in his chair crossing and uncrossing his legs until finally he stood and walked over to the window.

“When you were born your mother attached her knowledge onto your chromosomes. It was her gift to you my darling. She was giving you her life’s work. You may not understand the work but it is innate in you. You don’t have to understand it to find your way into the grid. You will feel your way in. Your challenge will be to allow yourself to do so.” He said. I was quiet for a moment.

“But won’t they want to kill me to prevent that?” I said.

“Yes.” He said so softly I thought I imagined it.

“Did Mum know she was giving me a death sentence?” He shook his head vigorously walking back to face me.

“No, no she would never have done it if she knew. She intended only good…” His voice faded. It was my turn now to lean back against the chair and close my eyes.





Nolavia’s Shadow Chapter Thirteen


I stood at a clearing in a forest overlooking a dilapidated log cabin on stilts. A strange humming started up as though angry bees surrounded me but I could see none.

“You remembered.” Said my father. I swung around to face him. He looked tired and thinner but my heart leapt momentarily in recognition. He did not come closer so I remained where I was too.

“What is the humming sound?” I said.

“It throws off the frequency so nobody can eavesdrop or teleport to this location. I had to wait until you got here but you were quick, thank you.” I nodded and followed him inside. It was surprisingly comfortable. A fire burned in the grate and he had candles flickering all about. The aroma of lamb curry wafted from a pot in the kitchen. There was no stove, which is often the case in magical homes.

“Smells delicious.” I said. “I haven’t had a good curry in years.”

“Let’s hope it’s good. It’s your mother’s recipe.” He said sitting in a comfortable looking armchair and gesturing for me to sit in the other. I did. He crossed one lanky leg over the other and cleared his throat. “Esereht you must wonder why I’ve been so silent for so many years?”

“Fifty. It’s been fifty years Dad but you really left years before that.” He looked away briefly, shook his head and turned back to me. His brown eyes looked steadily into mine.

“Fifty years. I am sorry Esereht but it was for your safety that I stayed out of your life.”

“My safety?” I spluttered.

“Yes the people who killed your mother were intent on killing you too.” He said clasping his hands tightly around his knees.

“That’s ridiculous! Anaira killed my mother. I saw her do it and she knows exactly where I am!” I said as though spitting sparks.

“It was not Anaira who killed your mother although we let her take the blame. It was safer that way. The people who assassinated your mother are infinitely more dangerous and powerful. We had to make it seem like you had limited magic and were no threat to their ends. I pretended to be an academic hopelessly ill equipped to be a father let alone capable of overthrowing them. I left for the Mainland when your magic started to surface properly. I didn’t want the spotlight to focus on you and I was still under surveillance. If they thought you had your mother’s power they would have murdered you too.” I listened dumb-founded. Everything I had believed my whole life was a lie.

“You stayed away to protect me?” I said my voice breaking.

“Oh darling there would have been nothing else that would have kept me away.” He stood and took an uncertain step towards me.

“I thought you didn’t like me.” I said tears starting to slip down my cheeks. He knelt in front of me and took my hands in his. I threw my arms around him and wept wetly into his neck.

When I was sufficiently back in control we ate bowls of lamb curry, which was even more scrumptious than the aroma. I placed the empty bowl down on the coffee table and picked up my glass of red wine. I sipped slowly allowing the subtle flavours of blackcurrant and dark chocolate to coat the inside of my mouth.

“Is Mundanim one of these people?” I said. My father nodded gravely.

“Mundanim has long been part of the organisation. He has guessed at your power. Many of us have been trying to muddy the waters but I fear he has seen through our attempts. If you had not contacted me I would have initiated contact. I had to be sure he did not intercept our communications though. Ruatnac told me of your conversation so I was prepared.” My father flicked his wrist and the curry bowls disappeared to be replaced by an extravagant dessert of Pavlova and a medley of raspberries, blueberries and passion fruit.

I groaned and patted my full stomach. This was the most I’d eaten in weeks. I tasted the meringue and cream. It was delicious and I had a few more mouthfuls before I put down my spoon.

“Enough no more. I think I shall pop. Are these people responsible for the recent discord under the sea?” I said. He nodded putting his bowl down and wiping cream from his mouth with his handkerchief.

“They want war and discord. It keeps their coffers overflowing. The more distrust between peoples and creatures the more their power is cemented. Nolavia is just a small Island. It has strategic importance but their power spans the Universe not just Earth. That is why I left you there. Esereht the scope of their evil is beyond your imaginings. They have permeated my nightmares long before your mother died. I tried to protect her but we both knew our purpose here on Earth was to mitigate them. We could not stop in spite of the sacrifices. I could not bear the thought that it would include you so I left.” We sat in silence watching the flames in the fireplace. I felt such turmoil of emotions. On the one hand I was happier than I had been in years but on the other I felt about to enter a battle of immense proportions.


Nolavia’s Shadow Chapter Twelve


Davalast found me clutching the piece of paper a few minutes afterwards. He sat beside me on the floor and cradled me to him.

“I am sorry I’m such a baby.” I said. He laughed.

“I like that you are not always in control. You are a powerful witch my love and I worried that you wouldn’t need me. I get to feel strong and powerful when you occasionally let go.” I handed him the note from my mother. He read it to himself but the words were indelibly printed on my heart.


My dearest little one, Esereht


If you are reading this then I am no longer with you. I had prayed for a long life to impart all you mean to me but it was not to be. When I found out that you were to come forth as my own little daughter in this life I was so honoured, so joyful and so blessed. You are my shining legacy to the world. Nothing that I have ever done is as magnificent as you. You will face many hardships and challenges and I fear some before you may feel ready. But you are ready my darling. You see you were born ready to lead the world into a whole new way. Where there is hatred, you will demonstrate love, and where there is discord you will show peace.


My dearest child, do not fear that you will be overwhelmed by the world around you. Daddy and I have seen the Goddess code within you and it is all-powerful. Trust yourself and don’t forget to ask for help. I have left you my body of work, which I hope will make it easier for you. The creatures both large and small await your bidding. They too know of your great wisdom and power.


I remain always Your Loving Mother



“It is a beautiful letter.” Davalast said handing it back to me. I folded it and placed it next to my heart.

“I hope you had nothing planned for the day because we have much to do. I will explain everything but first I need to speak to my father.” Davalast frowned. “I know it is the last thing I ever expected myself to say it either.” I said with a mirthless laugh. “Please could you organise Assennav to make food for us and to make sure we are not disturbed. Anaira must under no circumstances know what we are doing.” Davalast patted me on the leg, nodded and walked up the stairs. I got up from the floor, touched the letter at my breast and reached for the notebooks.

I placed them on my lap as I sat in my leather chair at my desk. I closed my eyes and tried to push away my anger and hurt. I thought of my father. I visualised his narrow face and the grey streaks in his dark hair. I remembered a time I had long forgotten when I had called him daddy and he had thrown me chortling into the air. He would catch me in his arms and swing me round and round until we would both fall into a heap on the floor. He would blow kisses on my tummy and I would laugh and laugh as though this time would never end. It feels as distant as another lifetime. I had tried to make excuses for him for years but he stopped playing and loving me ages before my mother died so that wasn’t the reason.

“Dad?” I said tentatively. I heard static like a radio being tuned then nothing. I tried again. The connection fizzed and hissed for moments before I heard his voice over the static.


“Yes Dad it’s me.” I said.

“How are you?” He said formally and I felt my gall rise immediately.

“Aren’t you happy to hear from me?” I snapped. The fizzing intensified. “What is that infernal noise?” I yelled.

“It is to protect this conversation from prying ears.” He said.

“I thought telepathy was naturally private?”

“No and many would be very anxious to hear what we have to say. It would be best to meet. Lets say your third birthday destination.” He disconnected abruptly. I sat numb for a few minutes. I thought over the times we had gone away as a family and it started to filter back. We had spent my third birthday at a cottage in a thick forest. It was the year he had given me a broomstick and a wand and he and my mother had had a huge row. I left Davalast a note and prepared to teleport.

“To the cottage of my third birthday!” I said disappearing from the laboratory.









Nolavia’s Shadow Chapter Eleven



Somebody was calling out to me, a voice both urgent and timeless but I was wrestling with a swirling maelstrom of kelp that trapped me underwater. The ocean was turquoise and so clear I could see the bubbles escaping from my gaping mouth. I gasped for breath and sat up. I was in bed surrounded by the ubiquitous darkness once more. Davalast was still sleeping his breathing rhythmical and comforting. The voice called again. It was Ruatnac and he sounded out of breath.




“I’m here. I’m sorry I was fast asleep.”


“I apologise but I didn’t know where else to turn.”


“What is it?” My heart started to thrum. Ruatnac was slow and ponderous and this restrained panic did not bode well.


“The situation here is deteriorating fast. War is inevitable. Esereht you are the only one who can help us.” I squawked with disbelief and Davalast grunted, turning over. I crept out of bed and into the bathroom closing the door.
“Me? What can I do? I don’t even swim very well.” I said.


“Your mother saved countless lives during the last war. You need to find her documents. She wrote it all down. She and your father changed the course of history.”


“My father? What are you talking about?” My father never left his laboratory. He was the most selfish self-absorbed person alive. Probably still is. Not that I would know. He couldn’t even be bothered to spend a minute with me let alone talk to me.


“Esereht find your mother’s papers, please! You will understand more once you have read them. We will speak again in the morning.” He disconnected and I sat on the edge of the bath trying to make sense of everything. I knew sleep was out of the question and tip toed down to my laboratory.


When my mother died my father packed most of her effects away into a large steel safe and put it into the attic. When he left he gave me the key but I only opened it a few weeks ago to look for the scrolls. I never forgot it was up there but it had been unthinkable to rifle through her belongings. As long as they were undisturbed some part of me believed she would return. It was the only thing of my mothers that survived the fire. I now keep it in a locked cupboard I conjured specially for it in my new laboratory. There were hundreds of papers inside. Did Ruatnac expect me to read everything tonight? I reached for the keys, which I kept taped to the underside of my desk drawer and opened the safe.


Ruatnac’s voice woke me again but this time I lifted my head from my desk and peeled wrinkled parchment from my cheek.


“Good morning Ruatnac.” I said groggily.


“I cannot in good conscience call this a good morning, Esereht. Have you news for me?”


“I have been up half the night. My mother has thousands of papers. It would help if I knew what I was looking for? I did find some leather bound notebooks talking of grids and portals. Most of it is diagrams and equations but I don’t know what they mean.” I yawned.


“Your parents developed a network of grids which transcended the worlds’ restrictions of time and space. Those concepts are relatively recent anyway, only about ten thousand years really. We have unfortunately forgotten far more than we remember.” He said. I stretched and yawned again. I needed a shower to wake me up because this conversation succeeded only in confusing me further.


“Maybe I’m not the person for this mission Ruatnac. I’ve never been an intellectual. Perhaps Tolenal…”


“No! You are the only person. We trust you and perhaps that fellow of yours, Davalost…?”


“Davalast.” I said with a smile.


“Davalast yes, but only the two of you and of course your father. Study those grids Esereht they contain all the information needed for reactivation of knowledge that is within you. You were born knowing this but life on Nolavia with its history of forgetting has confused you. Those grids are a blueprint that will enable you to be many places at one time, to transcend dimensions and time restraints…but it is not for me to tell you. You need to find the connection yourself. Do you understand?” Ruatnac said.


“Not really but I promise to try. You need to give me some time to understand.”


“We have no time, besides it is in letting go of thought and allowing the grids to rearrange themselves that will unlock the secrets of your soul and its cosmic understanding. Speak to your father Esereht. He will help you understand the mission you were born to undertake. Don’t let us down we need you?” He disconnected.


Speak to my father? Is he crazy? I haven’t spoken to him for over fifty years. I looked down at the notebook lying open on my desk. My mother’s expressive but neat handwriting made the ache of loss throb once more. I picked up the book and a folded piece of paper fell to the floor. I picked it up, unfolded it and read the first line. I dropped to the floor and burst into tears.