I then heard a big sound outside, we both did, one that made us shiver. It frightened

me deeply and as much as I wished it to be just the one scare, it was not to be.

“It has begun.” He confessed rather calmly as if he was already expecting it.

Many more terrible sounds soon followed, screams and other noises of terror just

outside that room, and as my eyes began rummaging in a most panicky manner, he

placed his hands on my cheeks and stared right at me: “It’s alright.” He reassured me

“This is intended, you understand? It is according to the plan.” He was staring at me

with deep concern, but there was no lie in his words.

“What is happening?” I reluctantly asked, “What is this place?” I felt like I was

finally able to understand myself for the most part, or at least most of my spoken

words were now sounding just like my thoughts before I voiced them. “Please?”

I insisted ...

“We don’t have much time for this,” Those hoarse words pushed through between

nervous breaths, and it seemed I could now understand them without too much

impediment “but you have just been awakened ... or born, if you will.”

“I don’t understand,” I begged for more as he turned his back to me to begin those

rushed preparations, and when I was about to insist, he spoke to me some more.

“You were born into this world - born, the word born, you already know the

meaning?”

“Yes ...”

“Yes, of course, you do.” He responded with a smile before continuing, “Either way,

you were born into it or perhaps brought here from another; not even I know for sure

which one applies more correctly. Not even after so many... Anyway, I know you are to

be charged with bearing most of this world’s responsibility.”

“Charged?” I asked.

“Yes charged, and by none other than yourself. But first, we need to get you out of

here. We must deliver you somewhere safe.” He stopped to look straight at me “I know

you have so many questions, but it is imperative that you save them for later.”

“You must put your trust in me, you understand? You must trust me and be patient.

If you spot this tale on Amazon, know that it has been stolen. Report the violation.

Time itself will tell you all that you might want to know right now and then some. Just

wait.” He turned again to resume those rushed preparations; “I take it that it will not

be long before I am the one turning to you for some answers. For now, just be patient

and do what I ask of you.”

“What am I? How can I have learned this much already, and so fast?” I stopped for

a moment, and then looked him in the eye: “And how can I know that is not normal?”

“Not a what, but a who.” He replied while turning away from me but still, likely

against his wishes, I felt that those words were brought forth in a somewhat vague and

unassertive manner.

“Who then...” I could not help but be distracted by all that was raging on just outside

that room; the several noises rampaging all around, those constant screams escorted

now by other gruesome sounds of violence. I tightly shut my eyes for a moment, in

the hopes that somehow it would all go away, and then looked at him again. I found

comfort in that even if he himself seemed desperate to finish gathering all sorts of

things from those silvered tables, he too seemed afraid. “Who then?” I was so hoping

he would cave, if just for a moment, but no such luck.

So, I just sat there, completely free from any physical bonds but with my feelings

still tying me to that bed. I remained still, watching him pack those last things with

great haste: all sorts of papers and the tools to inscribe on them, some food, and a few

other utensils too that I could not yet recognize.

I felt so inclined to ask him again, but before I managed to assemble the required

words, I got hit in the head, something fierce!

A presentiment, a quick vision of a clap of thunder cutting through heavy rain and,

amidst it all, some sort of airship struggling through it. Could that have been just a

random trick of my imagination or the thunderclap of catastrophe? What was that?

It felt so...

A premonition perhaps, or a distorted perception of my unknown present?

Surprised I looked at him only for my doubts to be met with a wry grin.