I needed to find a quiet place, where I could just focus on myself, my thoughts, and process what was going on. Why did I have blank space in my mind? Why he was familiar? I'd just met him. And the rest. But deep, deep inside I had a feeling that he was very important to me. How did I quickly know what to do, what powers did I have?
Mystery... hoping I'll solve it.
There was an empty "house" or can I say: sandcastle? It looked like it. I sat on the ground and started thinking. Placing together these few facts that I know right now. Trying to understand what my brain was implying to me. We woke up on Domo, our ship.
Olympia. Arishem. Ajak. Home. God. Leader.
And everything that was and will be happening is connected to this.
"Find the truth Namya."
I heard a voice, a female one. Strange, a little bit distorted. Knew my name.
"Don't freak out Namya", I tried to calm myself. What truth? I closed my eyes, tried to remember what was before the sleep. I couldn't be born on the Domo, at the moment we woke up. Everything can be explained, right? "Who was she?".
I didn't process the fact I was being observed. It could have been around 20 minutes when I saw him.
"Druig, what are you doing here?" he was focused on me, on my face, my movements.
"You left", he started. I was trying to understand his feelings. Why? Why him? Why not Sersi? Or Makkari? Why was Druig looking for me? And noticed I wasn't with them? Why did he pay attention to what am I doing?
"Needed space", I said staring through his eye, "Felt a bit uncomfortable."
"If I could, I would control your mind to forget about it", a little smile was seen on his face, "Maybe you would have felt better."
I wanted to understand this situation. I felt like... "I trust you", words came out of my mouth. Something new was hitting my brain, some kind of memory, me and him. Standing at the cliff, watching the ocean of clouds. Then, he grabbed my hand, gently squeezed it. That wasn't Earth nor Olympia. There wasn't any civilization, wasn't any Eternals. Just us.
"We know what's gonna happen", he spoke, turning to me. Then he went for the hug, and we stayed like this for a long time. Wanted to be like that forever. And then, it's started to fade.
"Namya?", he reached for me. I wasn't able to stand on my feet, almost like I was gonna pass out. Will these memories just come out from nowhere? At any moment?
── ᴘʀᴇꜱᴇɴᴛ ᴅᴀʏ ʟᴏɴᴅᴏɴ
Earthquake in London, that was a new one. With Timmy, we were able to somehow clean the mess that was created, collect the books from the floor, swept broken teacups. We had only stacked the books on the shelves, without organising them. What strange was, I found a note, which flew out of The Great Gatsby.
"Find the truth..."
Once again, those words. Has been haunting me since I took a step on the Earth. Will I ever be able to find the truth? And know any detail how can I find it?
"I think we've done everything we could today", Timmy said. "See you at 7?" he was putting on his beanie.
"Yes, I'll bring that whiskey. Even for me", I laughed. His friend is only a beer guy. Bummer. I need to find someone who'll be drinking with me. When my co-worker left, I checked if anything was left to do and then closed the library. It was nearly 4 pm. The sky began to darken and there was still time till this birthday party, so I went for some scavenger hunt. Last week I did a deep research about lost paintings during World War II, and what Nazis has stolen. Some Russian mafia, here in London has claimed that they are the owners of Portrait of a Young Man by Raphael. There is hardly believe that this painting is not yet destroyed. After all, it has been over 80 years since it disappeared. It is priceless. It will be fun, playing with fire. And Russians. We love Russians.
I needed a plan, how to enter their residency. Because it was huge. Like, enormous. Everywhere were cameras, motion detectors. I am flexible, but this is a whole new level. Don't know if my powers will be helpful. I went on the roof of the near house. I was cautious, I didn't want to be detected by them, knowing I am on their tail. Small steps with this one. Very small. There weren't any trees that I could climb on. Only grass. Open space in the garden, where everything is visible. No thief will cross. Yet.
"Shit, almost 7", I looked at my watch. Smoothly I existed the roof. I needed to mark on the map at home some cameras that I remembered the positions of. Maybe in one week, I will be able to do the job. Or two?
I ran to my home; twenty minutes of running, almost forgot how exhausting that was. I took a quick shower and changed to more party clothes; a skirt that screams "I am a slut" and a jumper "Nerd". Choose your fighter. Done a little bit of makeup and finished exactly with the doorbell.
"Wow, almost didn't recognize you", Timmy said and came to my hall. Five minutes later we were on the streets, walking to the pub, where his friends have celebrated their birthday.
"So, who is this Dale Whitman?"
"Dane."
"Sorry, trouble with names", I laughed. He told me about their times at university, studying history. I didn't know that about Tim, he only talked about his English major and love for literature. He also was very excited about meeting Dane's new girlfriend.
"And we're here", Timmy opened a door and we went to the pub. A strong feeling awoke in me. I started looking through the place to see what caused this spontaneous moment. And then I saw her. Five hundred years passed and she still radiates kindness.
"Sersi?"
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