Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Beri'ah ❯ Beri'ah: Chapter 1 ( Chapter 2 )
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What happen after everything was destroyed? How did the world end up as?
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Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 06.09.2007 | Updated On: 06.22.2007 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.7K | Visits: 149 | Status: Work In Progress
What happen after everything was destroyed? How did the world end up as?
READ IT!!!
Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 06.09.2007 | Updated On: 06.22.2007 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.7K | Visits: 149 | Status: Work In Progress
Chapter 1
The person who made this story readable, Beta by: Callie Avalon
TY! TY Callie Avalon!! ^_^
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"There are no facts, only interpretations."
Quoted by: Friedrich Nietzsche
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The scorching hot Death Valley Desert lived up to its name, as a lone man walked exhaustedly across the open land. Miles of broken buildings and no signs of life was in site unless you were a plant, or a bug. With the intense sun dead over head, no one but himself would be crazy to be out here anyway.
He was tall and nicely built, like one of those professional body builders you see on the beach. Muscles ripping from everywhere as he wore all black and was dressed in baggy jeans, a sleeve less top and a heavy trench coat with some military style boots. He stood 6'6 and weighed 230, all muscle. Carrying a heavy sword with him at all the times helped in the some of his muscle development. Scars set around his body showing that his profession might be a long time traveler/hunter of some sort. He had a very square but broad face and his hair was brown and cut in a military style, with dark brown eyes. He was tanned up being out in the sun most of his days.
Passing by a ghost town that was completely ruin he decided to rest here for awhile. The loan traveler lean up against the side of a wreaked building dropping his sword in the sand next to his feet. Grabbing a canteen from he left side of his belt that also had several other survival items strapped to it, he open it up, tilt his head back and gulp down some long awaiting water in his mouth. It was refreshing, but he knew he couldn't drink too much, for he was not sure how long it would take him to get to the next town. Blocking the sun from his eye with his free hand he noticed a kettle of condors circling off to the right of where he stood. Sensing right away there must be something half dead over there he let his natural human instinct take over. He took another sip of his water and wandered over to where the condors were circling over an old ruined building. The man looked down in the rubble. At first a flash blinded him and it hurt his eye, when he blocked the shine though he realized a flesh-toned color. Bending down he began to brush aside some gravel and realize a diamond ring that was attached to a still warm hand. Realizing that this person might still be alive, he began to rip away the rubble that piled on top of the body, uncovering the body more he noticed it was a woman. She had an olive completion but it was badly damage by scratches and bruises from the pile of rubble he just removed off her body. She was covered in dust but saw she had smoky brown hair. As he brushed the dirt off of her, he can feel and see her stomach go up and down, but barely, which means she was on the verge of death. In that instant of touching her, his vision fuzzed out and started to make a "connection" as he called it.
-----------Past Memory----------------
A man and a teenage girl were staring at each other while standing in a huge room with no widows. The room was a specially made bedroom for the young women to be locked up in. She was a prisoner of war. The lone traveler was the man and he could see the young women standing before him was the same women he just saved, but now she was cleaned up and able to move. The loan traveler noticed he was in a different place and time but this wasn't new to him. He had done this many times before. Like always, when he was caught up in these connections, everything seemed familiar and real as if he done it before in a past life.
The loan traveler looked different from his clothing to his appearance. He was wearing a military uniform, but not like what the basic reader is familiar with. It seemed all too futuristic; his uniform was a tan color with a hint of gold around the outlining of the uniform, with badges decorating his chest.
"I hope you like it here," said the man with a gentile expression
"No, I don't!" the woman exclaimed.
"Do you want to sleep in a cell with all the other prisoners of war?" he asked patiently
"...." She looked away from him.
"I made this room especially for you because you are going to be with us for awhile."
"Why can’t I go home."
"Go home to what? You're uncle killed your cousin and committed suicide, your aunt wants nothing to do with you. What home do you have?" he was humored that she could ask such a question.
"She wants nothing to do with me because she doesn't want me to claim my seat as head of the Council" the girl crossed her arms and whipped her body around looking away from the man.
"You're just sixteen. What ruling would you be able to do? You will remain with us till..." He stopped before he said too much
"...?" She slowly turned around back around and gave the man a confused look.
"Well, I will summon you for dinner. You will come join me for dinner wont you?" He changed the subject
"...No."
He laughs briefly and continues,"That's fine with me. I know you will have to eat sometime."
The man exits thought the door and locks it from the outside. The girl rushed after him and tried to grab the door before it closed, but she was unsuccessful; his strength way surpassed her own and the knob was ripped from her hands soon as she grabbed it.
-------------End of past memory------------------------
The man came to his senses; his vision adjusted back to his familiar surroundings before it went fuzzy. "What was that!? Could she be one of us? Did I connect with her? ...I better keep her alive and bring her to the island." He picked her limp body into his arms. She didn't weigh much to him, something like 118 or a little more and not to tall from what he could see, if he could take a guess maybe 5'3 or so. He walked back to where his sword laid. Lying her back down on the flat ground, he took out a handkerchief that he kept on him and poured some water from his canteen bottle on it. With a damp hankie he wiped her face and also opened up her shirt a little exposing her chest to put the nice cold wet cloth on her chest. He took his sword and placed it in the holder on his back and picked up the young lady once again in his arms. "I need to find a place to shelter her from the harsh desert sun and the cold night." With more weight to bear, he crosses along the desert once again praying he will find one of the villages or any type of shelter soon. The women in his arms was barley alive, and he felt bad that all he could think about was to be able to connect with her more so he could figure out why him and some fellow acquaintance keep having wired "recalled" memory's from there so called former lives.
As night fell, it was by a stroke of luck that he found an old abandoned gas station out in the middle of nowhere. Maybe when the country was plentiful and undestroyed it was a nicely run business full of life, but it was a dead empty place full of oil and the typical food that a gas station would have. The gas station consist only of three small rooms, one room was the main area where customers came in and did their business, another is a unisex restroom, and the third was the stock room to the business. The storage room and the main room were big enough to hold about five grown people each. The restroom was only big enough for one person, and that was after you claw between the sink and the wall to get to the toilet only an inch away. The lone wander put the unconscious women in the storage room. As the sun was setting the temperature in the desert got colder, so he took off his heavy jacket and placed it on her like a blanket. He found some throw pillows you put in you're car and placed it under her head to make her more comfortable. The small window did not let enough moonlight to shine in and light up the room. So he lit some candles and placed them around the room to give the place some more light and hopefully the lit candles along with their body heat would make it warmer in this part of the small building. He sat in there with her and would stay awake till she regains consciousness.
All through the night he lightly snaked on the chips and what was ever still eatable. Some time during the night he heard a noise from out side, the loan traveler decided to sneak out there, hiding in what shadows he could while holding his sword at his side. Something was making a loud shifting noise from a distance, as if it were across what street use to be there. He saw something moving behind an abandon torn down car. He kept himself calm and composed as he squinted his eyes waiting patiently for whatever was to come.
The women lying down inside the gas station started to shift around and make noises like any one who didn't want to wake up in the morning would. She opened her eyes and flung herself to sit up as if she was coming out of a bad dream. Gasping for every breath as if someone scared her, she looked around the small dimly lit room. Feeling like this was all a dream she rubbed her eyes and looked around again to see she was still where she was. The women looked down on her lap and saw heavy coat that probably was covering her and from what she could tell she was lying on the ground. Someone must have been taking care of her while she was unconscious.
The man outside watched for awhile. To his surprise, when the shadow figure hopped out of it's hiding place, it was a jackrabbit. He laughed to himself. "You sure gave me a scare. For being so small you sure make a lot of noise." Still laughing at the situation the man got back up and went back inside. When he returned inside, he saw the woman just sitting there, rubbing her head looking down at her lap.
"You woke up faster than I thought you would."
"..." She looked up and was scared by his sudden presence.
"Its ok I didn't and wont hurt you. I found you unconscious and close to death. You ok?"
"Ye-s, yes I am.... You took care of me while I was out?" her voice was so soft the loan wander could barely hear her so he moved closer to her, but not to close for her to feel unconformable. Now that she knew he was here, her eyes were glued on him.
"You were close to death, barley breathing and you're heart beat was faint. You were in bad shape when I found you."
"What happen? All I remember was going to work and all of a sudden the city was getting bombed and people were dying everywhere."
"Yup, that’s what happened."
"So.... it wasn't a dream? Someone really did attack America?" she was still shock by the whole situation.
"Yea, but the thing is, there is no America anymore, our governments are gone. All the other countries are that way; many world leaders were hunted down and assassinated. Good news is, a new government is developing on the West Coast, but people have their doubts about this new government working." He inched closer to her sensing she was become more comfortable with him.
"No government.... Nothing.... How do people survive?" She looked down at her lap shaking her head. She was still hoping this was all just a bad nightmare and she was going to wake up any second.
"It's fend for yourself now, and I must say I'm glad to have found you when I did before the others got to you."
"Other's? What do you mean?" she looked up at him with a wired look.
"Its a difficult situation to discuss and understand at this time, besides you just got up and should not hear all this stuff yet. Just calm down, eat something and I'll explain it all later when the time is right."
"So can I at least have the name of the man who saved me?" She smiled at him
"Oh, how rude of me. My name is Allundra." he moved closer and bent down extending his hand to the young women.
"My name is Madeline." She said as she shook his hand.
"Nice to meet you Madeline. Are you hungry? I know it’s not the best selection in the world for someone who just woke up, but it is food."
"What do we have here to eat? I am a little hungry." she was reminded as her stomach growled.
"Mainly chips and snacks for anyone with the munchies, but there is no five course dinner around."
Madeline laughed, " Are there any sour cream chips?"
Allundra got up and looked over at the chips. "Just in luck, there's a lot here."
"Good that’s my favorite kind. I'll have that please."
Allundra tossed her some chips and he added, "You thirsty too?"
"If there is Dr. Pepper I'll have that also."
Allundra went to the refrigerator, "Well its warm. I hope you don't mind?"
"Psh, it’s better than nothing."
"You got that right." He took out the Dr. Pepper and a Pepsi for himself. "You should eat up and sleep some more to gain some energy. I'm not going to move us from here till I know you can move on you're own fine. Who knows how long you been under."
Madeline ate her chips and drank her soda.
As soon as they finished eating Madeline tried to get up off the ground but her legs collapse under her and she fell. Allundra got up and went to her side helping her up and she leaned on him like a crutch. At that moment another memory came to him, and this time Madeline would see the same thing as he touched her.
------------Flashback---------------
There they were again, but this time they were in a huge city that was being destroyed by whatever was attacking it. Fire engulfed most of the town and bombs were being dropped off in the distance. The sky raining of bullets from attack plains targeting there enemy's. It was this world's Armageddon. Allundra was that military man and Madeline was that sixteen-year-old girl. Through all the burning rubble he stood a good distance away watching her. She ran around frantically trying to hide from what military soldiers were chasing after her. In her hands she gripped a hand of what seemed to be another child arm. Her fingers were clutched on to the hand still even after she knew the body was not there anymore. As soon as he could the military general walked up to her, grabbed her on her shoulder. The little girl turned around in shocked.
-------------------End of flash back----------------
Just at that moment the vision left and there regular vision and looked at each other.
"What was that!?" She yelled. Madeline could not figure out what just happen. She wanted to rip from Allundra's hands but she did not want to fall. "I just saw something familiar. It... all felt...real..."
"That was called a connection. It’s a long difficult story." Allundra sighed and looked away from her and out the window.
"Connection?" she was confused buy what he meant, to her he sounded like a crazy person you'd see in the ghetto on crack.
"Look I need to get you back on you're feet. I'll explain that in time also. There have been a lot of changes in this world, and it will be a culture shock to you if I explain it all right now, especially after you just woke up. If you want to learn more about what you just saw I suggest you come with me, but first things first we need to get you walking."
Madeline was very curious at what she just saw but before anything she needed to walk first. She understood that this would be the first important thing she needs to do more then anything and agreed to ask him more questions about what she just saw later. They walked across the room as she was shaking and moving in a crooked line like a drunk trying to take the straight-line test. She would accidentally at times step on Allundra's foot, but the man was good about it and even offered some words of encouragement. Madeline was stubborn and did not want to give up, she was determine to stay at it till she can walk on her own. It started to become like riding a bike once you learn you never forget. Her muscles were weak but over a few hours at trying she was able to walk on her own.
"Wow, you recover fast, but we should stay here a few more days so I know you'll be fine on the journey. I can't find it but there should be a village close by here."
"NO," Said Madeline, "I want to know what we saw a bit ago. What’s this connection? Why did it feel so real like we warped somewhere?"
"I don't really know for sure myself. Its blurry...it’s like putting together a puzzle. You need all the pieces first before you can see the whole picture. There are six other people that our just like us. We touch each other and sometimes at random we experience...well.... what you and I just did. The others though, we all live on this island with a few other people, it's one of the safes areas in the world."
"So you mean there are others I can "connect" with?"
"Yea, from what we can understand, these visions we see are memories of a past life. It only happens at random times when we touch each other and that is why we call it connecting. But the visions we obtain are only memory that happen between the ones who are touching at the time. Anyway, as I said, this all to much for me to explain so if you want to know more come with me."
"Than you must take me to this island." Madeline demanded.
" I had a feeling you would say that, but what about you're husband?"
"My husband?"
"That is a wedding ring on you're finger is it not?" he looked down at her hand.
Madeline looked down at her hand also. With her other hand she touched her engagement ring.
"I can believe I forgot about him. He's my fiancé and if anything he might be dead if things happen the way you said it happen."
"Could be.... but he could be alive? Do you not want to even try to find him?"
"No....I need to know what I just experience. I am VERY disturbed by it." she was staring at her ring
"So am I...Well than, you must rest. If you want to leave tomorrow I want to make sure you can make the journey to the closest town. From there we'll rent a car to get to the docks faster."
"Rent a car? You mean transportation still exist" She looked back up at Allundra.
"Not really. There are very few vehicles that work and even less gas to spare for those vehicles. It's expensive to rent a car but we'll put it on the island's tab if anything."
"I don't want you or the island to pay just to get me there on my account"
"Trust me someone like you is worth the expense. We need to leave this continent fast."
"Why?"
"Because you're a women."
"What’s that suppose to mean?"
"We just need to get there as fast as we could. Now why don't you rest up and go to sleep."
Madeline was tired to pursue the matter any more so she got back to where her covers were and feel asleep right away. Allundra slept in the doorway so he could hear and feel whoever entered the room Madeline was in.
To Be Continued...
The person who made this story readable, Beta by: Callie Avalon
TY! TY Callie Avalon!! ^_^
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"There are no facts, only interpretations."
Quoted by: Friedrich Nietzsche
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The scorching hot Death Valley Desert lived up to its name, as a lone man walked exhaustedly across the open land. Miles of broken buildings and no signs of life was in site unless you were a plant, or a bug. With the intense sun dead over head, no one but himself would be crazy to be out here anyway.
He was tall and nicely built, like one of those professional body builders you see on the beach. Muscles ripping from everywhere as he wore all black and was dressed in baggy jeans, a sleeve less top and a heavy trench coat with some military style boots. He stood 6'6 and weighed 230, all muscle. Carrying a heavy sword with him at all the times helped in the some of his muscle development. Scars set around his body showing that his profession might be a long time traveler/hunter of some sort. He had a very square but broad face and his hair was brown and cut in a military style, with dark brown eyes. He was tanned up being out in the sun most of his days.
Passing by a ghost town that was completely ruin he decided to rest here for awhile. The loan traveler lean up against the side of a wreaked building dropping his sword in the sand next to his feet. Grabbing a canteen from he left side of his belt that also had several other survival items strapped to it, he open it up, tilt his head back and gulp down some long awaiting water in his mouth. It was refreshing, but he knew he couldn't drink too much, for he was not sure how long it would take him to get to the next town. Blocking the sun from his eye with his free hand he noticed a kettle of condors circling off to the right of where he stood. Sensing right away there must be something half dead over there he let his natural human instinct take over. He took another sip of his water and wandered over to where the condors were circling over an old ruined building. The man looked down in the rubble. At first a flash blinded him and it hurt his eye, when he blocked the shine though he realized a flesh-toned color. Bending down he began to brush aside some gravel and realize a diamond ring that was attached to a still warm hand. Realizing that this person might still be alive, he began to rip away the rubble that piled on top of the body, uncovering the body more he noticed it was a woman. She had an olive completion but it was badly damage by scratches and bruises from the pile of rubble he just removed off her body. She was covered in dust but saw she had smoky brown hair. As he brushed the dirt off of her, he can feel and see her stomach go up and down, but barely, which means she was on the verge of death. In that instant of touching her, his vision fuzzed out and started to make a "connection" as he called it.
-----------Past Memory----------------
A man and a teenage girl were staring at each other while standing in a huge room with no widows. The room was a specially made bedroom for the young women to be locked up in. She was a prisoner of war. The lone traveler was the man and he could see the young women standing before him was the same women he just saved, but now she was cleaned up and able to move. The loan traveler noticed he was in a different place and time but this wasn't new to him. He had done this many times before. Like always, when he was caught up in these connections, everything seemed familiar and real as if he done it before in a past life.
The loan traveler looked different from his clothing to his appearance. He was wearing a military uniform, but not like what the basic reader is familiar with. It seemed all too futuristic; his uniform was a tan color with a hint of gold around the outlining of the uniform, with badges decorating his chest.
"I hope you like it here," said the man with a gentile expression
"No, I don't!" the woman exclaimed.
"Do you want to sleep in a cell with all the other prisoners of war?" he asked patiently
"...." She looked away from him.
"I made this room especially for you because you are going to be with us for awhile."
"Why can’t I go home."
"Go home to what? You're uncle killed your cousin and committed suicide, your aunt wants nothing to do with you. What home do you have?" he was humored that she could ask such a question.
"She wants nothing to do with me because she doesn't want me to claim my seat as head of the Council" the girl crossed her arms and whipped her body around looking away from the man.
"You're just sixteen. What ruling would you be able to do? You will remain with us till..." He stopped before he said too much
"...?" She slowly turned around back around and gave the man a confused look.
"Well, I will summon you for dinner. You will come join me for dinner wont you?" He changed the subject
"...No."
He laughs briefly and continues,"That's fine with me. I know you will have to eat sometime."
The man exits thought the door and locks it from the outside. The girl rushed after him and tried to grab the door before it closed, but she was unsuccessful; his strength way surpassed her own and the knob was ripped from her hands soon as she grabbed it.
-------------End of past memory------------------------
The man came to his senses; his vision adjusted back to his familiar surroundings before it went fuzzy. "What was that!? Could she be one of us? Did I connect with her? ...I better keep her alive and bring her to the island." He picked her limp body into his arms. She didn't weigh much to him, something like 118 or a little more and not to tall from what he could see, if he could take a guess maybe 5'3 or so. He walked back to where his sword laid. Lying her back down on the flat ground, he took out a handkerchief that he kept on him and poured some water from his canteen bottle on it. With a damp hankie he wiped her face and also opened up her shirt a little exposing her chest to put the nice cold wet cloth on her chest. He took his sword and placed it in the holder on his back and picked up the young lady once again in his arms. "I need to find a place to shelter her from the harsh desert sun and the cold night." With more weight to bear, he crosses along the desert once again praying he will find one of the villages or any type of shelter soon. The women in his arms was barley alive, and he felt bad that all he could think about was to be able to connect with her more so he could figure out why him and some fellow acquaintance keep having wired "recalled" memory's from there so called former lives.
As night fell, it was by a stroke of luck that he found an old abandoned gas station out in the middle of nowhere. Maybe when the country was plentiful and undestroyed it was a nicely run business full of life, but it was a dead empty place full of oil and the typical food that a gas station would have. The gas station consist only of three small rooms, one room was the main area where customers came in and did their business, another is a unisex restroom, and the third was the stock room to the business. The storage room and the main room were big enough to hold about five grown people each. The restroom was only big enough for one person, and that was after you claw between the sink and the wall to get to the toilet only an inch away. The lone wander put the unconscious women in the storage room. As the sun was setting the temperature in the desert got colder, so he took off his heavy jacket and placed it on her like a blanket. He found some throw pillows you put in you're car and placed it under her head to make her more comfortable. The small window did not let enough moonlight to shine in and light up the room. So he lit some candles and placed them around the room to give the place some more light and hopefully the lit candles along with their body heat would make it warmer in this part of the small building. He sat in there with her and would stay awake till she regains consciousness.
All through the night he lightly snaked on the chips and what was ever still eatable. Some time during the night he heard a noise from out side, the loan traveler decided to sneak out there, hiding in what shadows he could while holding his sword at his side. Something was making a loud shifting noise from a distance, as if it were across what street use to be there. He saw something moving behind an abandon torn down car. He kept himself calm and composed as he squinted his eyes waiting patiently for whatever was to come.
The women lying down inside the gas station started to shift around and make noises like any one who didn't want to wake up in the morning would. She opened her eyes and flung herself to sit up as if she was coming out of a bad dream. Gasping for every breath as if someone scared her, she looked around the small dimly lit room. Feeling like this was all a dream she rubbed her eyes and looked around again to see she was still where she was. The women looked down on her lap and saw heavy coat that probably was covering her and from what she could tell she was lying on the ground. Someone must have been taking care of her while she was unconscious.
The man outside watched for awhile. To his surprise, when the shadow figure hopped out of it's hiding place, it was a jackrabbit. He laughed to himself. "You sure gave me a scare. For being so small you sure make a lot of noise." Still laughing at the situation the man got back up and went back inside. When he returned inside, he saw the woman just sitting there, rubbing her head looking down at her lap.
"You woke up faster than I thought you would."
"..." She looked up and was scared by his sudden presence.
"Its ok I didn't and wont hurt you. I found you unconscious and close to death. You ok?"
"Ye-s, yes I am.... You took care of me while I was out?" her voice was so soft the loan wander could barely hear her so he moved closer to her, but not to close for her to feel unconformable. Now that she knew he was here, her eyes were glued on him.
"You were close to death, barley breathing and you're heart beat was faint. You were in bad shape when I found you."
"What happen? All I remember was going to work and all of a sudden the city was getting bombed and people were dying everywhere."
"Yup, that’s what happened."
"So.... it wasn't a dream? Someone really did attack America?" she was still shock by the whole situation.
"Yea, but the thing is, there is no America anymore, our governments are gone. All the other countries are that way; many world leaders were hunted down and assassinated. Good news is, a new government is developing on the West Coast, but people have their doubts about this new government working." He inched closer to her sensing she was become more comfortable with him.
"No government.... Nothing.... How do people survive?" She looked down at her lap shaking her head. She was still hoping this was all just a bad nightmare and she was going to wake up any second.
"It's fend for yourself now, and I must say I'm glad to have found you when I did before the others got to you."
"Other's? What do you mean?" she looked up at him with a wired look.
"Its a difficult situation to discuss and understand at this time, besides you just got up and should not hear all this stuff yet. Just calm down, eat something and I'll explain it all later when the time is right."
"So can I at least have the name of the man who saved me?" She smiled at him
"Oh, how rude of me. My name is Allundra." he moved closer and bent down extending his hand to the young women.
"My name is Madeline." She said as she shook his hand.
"Nice to meet you Madeline. Are you hungry? I know it’s not the best selection in the world for someone who just woke up, but it is food."
"What do we have here to eat? I am a little hungry." she was reminded as her stomach growled.
"Mainly chips and snacks for anyone with the munchies, but there is no five course dinner around."
Madeline laughed, " Are there any sour cream chips?"
Allundra got up and looked over at the chips. "Just in luck, there's a lot here."
"Good that’s my favorite kind. I'll have that please."
Allundra tossed her some chips and he added, "You thirsty too?"
"If there is Dr. Pepper I'll have that also."
Allundra went to the refrigerator, "Well its warm. I hope you don't mind?"
"Psh, it’s better than nothing."
"You got that right." He took out the Dr. Pepper and a Pepsi for himself. "You should eat up and sleep some more to gain some energy. I'm not going to move us from here till I know you can move on you're own fine. Who knows how long you been under."
Madeline ate her chips and drank her soda.
As soon as they finished eating Madeline tried to get up off the ground but her legs collapse under her and she fell. Allundra got up and went to her side helping her up and she leaned on him like a crutch. At that moment another memory came to him, and this time Madeline would see the same thing as he touched her.
------------Flashback---------------
There they were again, but this time they were in a huge city that was being destroyed by whatever was attacking it. Fire engulfed most of the town and bombs were being dropped off in the distance. The sky raining of bullets from attack plains targeting there enemy's. It was this world's Armageddon. Allundra was that military man and Madeline was that sixteen-year-old girl. Through all the burning rubble he stood a good distance away watching her. She ran around frantically trying to hide from what military soldiers were chasing after her. In her hands she gripped a hand of what seemed to be another child arm. Her fingers were clutched on to the hand still even after she knew the body was not there anymore. As soon as he could the military general walked up to her, grabbed her on her shoulder. The little girl turned around in shocked.
-------------------End of flash back----------------
Just at that moment the vision left and there regular vision and looked at each other.
"What was that!?" She yelled. Madeline could not figure out what just happen. She wanted to rip from Allundra's hands but she did not want to fall. "I just saw something familiar. It... all felt...real..."
"That was called a connection. It’s a long difficult story." Allundra sighed and looked away from her and out the window.
"Connection?" she was confused buy what he meant, to her he sounded like a crazy person you'd see in the ghetto on crack.
"Look I need to get you back on you're feet. I'll explain that in time also. There have been a lot of changes in this world, and it will be a culture shock to you if I explain it all right now, especially after you just woke up. If you want to learn more about what you just saw I suggest you come with me, but first things first we need to get you walking."
Madeline was very curious at what she just saw but before anything she needed to walk first. She understood that this would be the first important thing she needs to do more then anything and agreed to ask him more questions about what she just saw later. They walked across the room as she was shaking and moving in a crooked line like a drunk trying to take the straight-line test. She would accidentally at times step on Allundra's foot, but the man was good about it and even offered some words of encouragement. Madeline was stubborn and did not want to give up, she was determine to stay at it till she can walk on her own. It started to become like riding a bike once you learn you never forget. Her muscles were weak but over a few hours at trying she was able to walk on her own.
"Wow, you recover fast, but we should stay here a few more days so I know you'll be fine on the journey. I can't find it but there should be a village close by here."
"NO," Said Madeline, "I want to know what we saw a bit ago. What’s this connection? Why did it feel so real like we warped somewhere?"
"I don't really know for sure myself. Its blurry...it’s like putting together a puzzle. You need all the pieces first before you can see the whole picture. There are six other people that our just like us. We touch each other and sometimes at random we experience...well.... what you and I just did. The others though, we all live on this island with a few other people, it's one of the safes areas in the world."
"So you mean there are others I can "connect" with?"
"Yea, from what we can understand, these visions we see are memories of a past life. It only happens at random times when we touch each other and that is why we call it connecting. But the visions we obtain are only memory that happen between the ones who are touching at the time. Anyway, as I said, this all to much for me to explain so if you want to know more come with me."
"Than you must take me to this island." Madeline demanded.
" I had a feeling you would say that, but what about you're husband?"
"My husband?"
"That is a wedding ring on you're finger is it not?" he looked down at her hand.
Madeline looked down at her hand also. With her other hand she touched her engagement ring.
"I can believe I forgot about him. He's my fiancé and if anything he might be dead if things happen the way you said it happen."
"Could be.... but he could be alive? Do you not want to even try to find him?"
"No....I need to know what I just experience. I am VERY disturbed by it." she was staring at her ring
"So am I...Well than, you must rest. If you want to leave tomorrow I want to make sure you can make the journey to the closest town. From there we'll rent a car to get to the docks faster."
"Rent a car? You mean transportation still exist" She looked back up at Allundra.
"Not really. There are very few vehicles that work and even less gas to spare for those vehicles. It's expensive to rent a car but we'll put it on the island's tab if anything."
"I don't want you or the island to pay just to get me there on my account"
"Trust me someone like you is worth the expense. We need to leave this continent fast."
"Why?"
"Because you're a women."
"What’s that suppose to mean?"
"We just need to get there as fast as we could. Now why don't you rest up and go to sleep."
Madeline was tired to pursue the matter any more so she got back to where her covers were and feel asleep right away. Allundra slept in the doorway so he could hear and feel whoever entered the room Madeline was in.
To Be Continued...