Azimuth: The Lost Stars And Gods

Chapter 11

Claire pov

Dear Claire, I know you have heard of stories about me and your mother. I know you may have answers on what you're, and why you're here. Unimaginable things will happen, your strengths will be challenged. The most important part, always recognize who your true friends and family are. Your mother was a seamstress and I, run my own business. It is a business I hope to share with you, once we come into contact. I reside in the city of Times Square. That is where you will find me. It will not be that simple though. You will have to dig deep, and challenge yourself even harder. I believe you can do it and I believe in you.

I woke up, my eyes darting towards the sun, outside the blinds. It was ten in the morning, the color of the sky, bright blue. The sun sparkled as I got up and closed the blinds. I've never had this dream before, I thought as I rubbed my eyes. I haven't opened the letter in the shoebox yet, so why did it come in my dream? It was making me more and more intrigued by what was actually written as I stared down the shoebox. "Okay, wouldn't hurt to just open it I guess."

I crawled over to the edge, opening the shoe box. I unfolded the letter, undoing the divisions of the way it was folded. I gasped. The letter was written... the same exact way... it was portrayed in my dreams. But how?! My hands was shaky, I gulped. "What the hell..?" I said to myself shaking my head. This couldn't be real? The letter came into my dreams, like everything else mysterious about my life did. It was always so fantasy like, but it was never a sheer prediction. My body turned ice cold. This shit was just too weird to imagine in my head. I looked over the piece of paper, flailing it around with one hand. I even flipped it over a couple of times and it still was the exact same format, writing style....and words. So he did write this?

I got up and walked over to the desk, next to the black television set on my right. I flipped on the lamp switch and started to analyze the letter.
It was just, so lackluster.

For someone who was supposed to be my father, I was expecting more out of this. At least some type of explanation of everything. It was mere confusion. The man wrote everything I was told by Shane. Maybe Shane wrote this? But why would he do this? There was no gain or motive behind pretending to be my father. Or I thought? Maybe he did this to make me feel like I wasn't crazy and that I actually mattered? It was more convincing it was Shane, than my actual father. But I know Shane well enough to know it wasn't him. But who else would do this? Who else would do this for my better good?

There was just so many red flags about this letter. Why did it not explain the passing of my mother? She died in a fire I was told, but there wasn't anything about it in the articles. The only thing I know was that I was shortly conceived, and her passing happened afterwards. Why was the letter so short and vague? Why didn't he explain in detail his actual residence? This was a weird way to reach out. If he wanted me to find him, it was a weird way to indicate. All he's wrote was he resided in Times Square but nothing else specific.

There was no way I would find him, unless he was a celebrity? There was nothing about if I had other family, if he had brothers or sisters. If my mom had brothers or sisters. There was nothing about me on that paper... And there was barely anything about him. What was the point of putting me through this weird rollercoaster of emotions? Was he trying to put me through a test? See if I can decipher the mystery of the letter? There had to be more than just this, and I wanted to find out. I wasn't superstitious but these annoying, reoccurring dreams, must of been coming for a reason. Maybe there was something on this letter I had to unlock, a clue that I was missing... I looked over it repeatedly, flipping it. Nothing behind the paper.

I rubbed my temple in confusion. I was hoping at least an explanation on the chocker my father gifted me. There was nothing on that either. It was then I noticed the gem embroidered on the chocker started to aluminate. It's shiny blue aura, enveloping over the gold stitched sequins. I felt and seen it glowing behind the black, blank screen reflection of the television set. I whirled around in my chair, watching the glow. Just open it, I kept telling myself. The worst that can really happen, it's secretly a bomb that'll blow up this entire motel complex. I was watching way too many 007 films.

I got up slowly, making my way to the box. I carefully stretched out my arms, as the blue light eliminated towards me. I couldn't resist the inviting aura as I opened the box. My body then flew into a right warp. I screamed as I was rushed through a blue and white tunnel. My body levitating as I was pushed through what seemed to be a different dimension. It all happened so fast, I was unsure what I saw. I was transported, within seconds and now I was somewhere unfamiliar. It was then I fell onto my bottom and I screeched in pain. I looked up and I wasn't in a , rusty motel room anymore..."Where the fuck am I?!" I bellowed into the wind.