A World of Love (now published so sample only)

Chapter 3 - What is truth?

© Sandra Corton 2015

Chapter 3 - What is truth?

The walk did me good until I began to head down my own street. I could hear the raised voices from the Brown household as I got closer. They were speaking that strange language but I understood every word.

"What did you say to make her run off Zytar?" Terri shouted.

"She understands our language so lower your voice if you don't want her to know what you're saying." Ty said in a normal tone. I could hear him clearly though and they were inside their house.

"How does she understands us? Is she one of us? I know she's your Mamishxan, so has that got anything to do with it?" Terri threw the questions at Ty.

"I don't know. I wish I had the answers Terrilian. She is our Saviour though. She has all our history written out in our language. My little Jillybean thinks she's writing a novel but it's the story of our lives." He sounded both despairing and proud.

I pondered over his words and realised that I hadn't actually checked the book that I had written for language differences. I scurried into my bedroom both curious and a little anxious as their talking continued.

"She didn't believe me and I can't blame her. I used to always tell her stories of our life and then treat it as joke. I had hoped when the time came that she would have an easier time of understanding. I've done everything wrong." His seemed so bleak and I felt terrible.

"Did you tell her what we do to survive?" Terri asked nervously.

"Yes. Now she thinks I'm some sadistic alien murderer. What do I do Terrilian?"

I heard nothing more then. It was as though a phone connection had been hung up. I let it go and focused on my books instead. They were all sitting on my desk just as they had been left by Ty. That made me once again feel exposed that he had read my story.

I stared at my familiar handwriting and sighed. Surely this was written in English. I flipped through the pages seeing nothing untoward in any of the writing. I came to an index page that had unwritten space at the bottom. I wrote the word Zytar as I normally would.

I was amazed to see the oddly shaped alphabet I used. The word Zytar was there, clear as day but in a completely different language to the one I knew. I grabbed a piece of scrap paper from my desk and wrote Zytar again which came out in English. I put the two names together and the difference was immense.

In a panic, I quickly shut my book. What could this possibly mean? How was I able to write and understand a language that I had never heard of? The questions rushed around in my head, driving me crazy when no answers were forthcoming.

I stared at the Brown house for the rest of the day. Ty didn't come over but I didn't go to him either. I wanted to, I was craving those answers from my raging thoughts.

That wasn't the only reason though. I accepted deep down something that I had been pretending wasn't there for a very long time, I missed him. I had missed him every day since he went away all those years ago. I had been pushing those thoughts away for so long that the ache I had felt had become numb. What was going on with this sudden obsession that I had with him?