Reflections of the Past, Shadows of the Future Part 3

Posted on 26 May 2014 @ 11:45pm by Commander Allyndra illm Warraquim

1,204 words; about a 6 minute read

Allyndra knew that they would be going into the mines tomorrow. The underground of the Warraquim achieves was one thing but mines were to her mind like caves. It reminded her of her first and last experience with a cave. She did not want to go there so instead she pulled the old Akkadian volume and found where she had left off. A bit of lore out the past and one that for some reason she wanted to share, well at least in her private log.

"Computer please opens Shadows of the Past, Reflections of the Future"

Allyndra began to read from the log.

[Recording]


"I remember leaning over this woman that had emerged from the strange object. She was not dead as indicated from the slow rise and fall of her chest and I continued to try to rouse her.

The object was fiercely hot and the groans and hisses if anything had gotten worse rather than better indicating that I should make haste. As if to punctuate the need, the heat, which instead of dissipating had actually grown worse, and I would swear that the object was actually glowing brighter.

That is when for some reason unfathomable to me that the first hint that whatever this object and woman was of no possible Earthly origin. The sweat that had pooled on my brow was now running in rivulets down my face and had soaked my shirt, however the woman whose features I now noted seemed to be untouched by the heat. Not a drop of perspiration touched her brow or anywhere else for that matter and though I was quite familiar with heat stroke this was not the same sign that I was familiar with.

Again, I tried to rouse my unearthly visitor but to avail. The object continued to glow brighter and brighter and finally I determined to move her away from the object. Thus I removed my jacket and formed a sort of sling or sled in order to move her away. As I lifted her came my next shock. Though she was tall for a woman and in fact must be an inch or so above mine own height, her weight was far below what I would have expected.

Sliding her away from the object which I determined must be a craft of some sort I was again lucky indeed for as I reached my nearly forgotten bicycle the craft became so bright that it was unendurable to the eyes and I had to shield them from the brilliance.

For several seconds it seemed that brilliance continued, even through my closed eyes I could perceive the bones in the hand that shielded as well and then with barely a slight whoosh as if a breath of wind had sprung up the light vanished.
Removing my hand and opening my eyes, where the strange craft had rested there was nothing left but scarred Earth. The only remaining object to attest that it had ever been there was the woman resting on my coat.
I finally realized that the object and the odd brilliant light would soon attract attention and though awkward I managed to get the woman situated on my bicycle and preceded with haste back to my lodgings.

As I made my way into Working, the town was rousing as the light of dawn was starting on the Eastern horizon. Luckily only but a few drunkards had seen the light on the hills and most had put it off as to an excess of drink.
Finally I got my strange visitor to my lodgings and placed her on the bed. A quick examination of her again revealed a nice slow and steady rise of chest. At this point I checked her pulse and again to my astonishment the pulse was odd indeed.
It was at this point I got my first good look at her. The hair lay tightly bound in a braid and pitch black as night but shot through and through with brilliant green that almost looked like metal though from a touch I determined it was not.

Though propriety would normally have not had me touch her further, no doctor could be called and I placed my ear to her chest. The heartbeat that presented sounded normal enough but echoed in the back seemed to be another set of drubs.
I knew I lacked a medical education but had sufficient knowledge to check for a concussion by looking at the pupils. Fetching the candle I lit it though morning was making the room quite bright and gently lifted on eyelid. I nearly dropped my night candle as instead of an eye as I expected, instead was revealed something that glittered like some beautiful jewel being cut into a thousand facets. There was no pupil, not corona, no white, but a uniform green colour of the most intense emerald green.

If there had been any doubt before of my visitor's unearthly nature, it was now in complete evidence.

M y mind whirled as that final realization hit me. A being from another world! Scientists around the world would be amazed and I could see my fame and fortune rising as the discoverer of this most amazing phenomenon. The vision lasted but a moment as next vision would be of a being subjected to all manner of medical experiments and interrogations. It was then that my mind was made up to keep this discovery to myself if at all possible. I then turned my attention to making sure she was as comfortable as possible.
Her garment, if one could call it that was strange indeed seemingly composed of some sort of grayish material but now in the light of day, as I moved her it seemed to scintillate with a cascade of colour.

I was at a loss to do but figured that she would be more comfortable without the garment on and between soft sheets even though it would quite improper of me to undress a strange woman. A tab presented itself and I was pleased to see that as one pulled it, it revealed underneath a flawless and smooth skin. I tried to avert my eyes as much as possible and though I am sure she could not hear me, nor likely even understand my words I apologized for gazing on her revealed form. As I lifted her and pulled the garment from her shoulders, my next discovery was made. A set of wings being revealed that resembled nothing more then gigantic wings of a dragonfly.

It was this revelation as I finished undressing her and tucking into my bed to hopefully wake that I named her Titania from Shakespeare's play for the Queen of the Fairies. Finishing this task suddenly it seemed as if all my energy that had been pent up from the adventure suddenly vanished and into the worn and shabby clothe chair in the corner."

"Stop recording!"

[Recording stopped]

"File log."

[Log filed]

Allyndra closed the old book and smiled. The next part picked up with awaking of some long distant ancestor. She could only surmise what each must have thought one of the other but then that was for another log.

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