Equifinality (Bare Bones)

Birthday: Earlier in the Day

                                                                                            Mama

I've been dreadin' this day since Ethan was eleven years old. Today is Ethan's eighteenth birthday. On Ethan's Eleventh I met Ethan's Great Grandmother, Alana. She was Ethan's Father's Grandmother. Up to that point, every one had told me that when Ethan was three, Emrick left and never came back. No one had seen or heard from him since. When I meet Alana, I found out the truth. Emrick did not just run away from his family. He was forced to go home, unable to ever return. 

There family was from a long line unearthly beings. For starters one Alana's gift was she is transcendental. She could project her sprit in body form anywhere in this world, as well her world. Which is the same as this world but a different reality. I have known about this for seven year and it's still hard for me to wrap my head around this. I remember that night as if it was just yesterday. 

The night air was cool and the fog was rolling in slowly over the hills in front of the house. I loved setting on the porch swing late in the evenings after everyone was already in bed. It was the only time that I could enjoy a stiff whiskey with out Ethan being around. I didn't like to drink around Ethan due to the fact that every time Chris would be drinking he would find a reason to beat on Ethan.  It had been a long day with Ethan's eleventh birthday party and dinner together for fourteen kids. It was not my ideal of a good time. It warmed my heart and broke it at the same time when Ethan told me it was the best birthday he had ever had. He also told me the last time that he had a birthday cake was when he was six. How could his mother have been such a horrible person to Ethan. Rachael did not deserve the right to be called a mother. He was so happy when I told him that the adaption was final and on his birthday of all days. He said nothing would ever top this birthday. We held each other as happy tears ran down both of our faces. It was so strange. We where standing outside when we where crying and holding each other. When we let go of each other, there was beautiful multi color flowers that seemed to be growing all around us. I swear they stopped growing when I wiped the tears from Ethan's face. I must have forgotten that I had planted the flowers there. 

The fog was really starting to come in now. I couldn't even see the road in front of the house anymore. All of a sudden there was a strange feeling that over came me. I had goose bumps up and down both of my arms. As I looked harder into the fog, I could see what looked like a dark figure in the shape a person walking up towards the porch where I was still sitting on the swing. Fear flowed over me like a river rushing over a water fall. The figure got merely feet away from the porch when I decided it was a great time take my butt in the house and yell for Carl, but before I could get the words out of my mouth, the sweetest voice I had ever heard stopped me in my tracks.

"Be calm, child," cooed the voice as she waved her hand palm out, across her body. 

I stopped almost automatically. I realized, suddenly, I felt at peace with this stranger standing in front of me. 

She pulled back the hood from her cloak to reveal a beautiful fair skinned older women. She pulled her cloak off and draped it over her left arm. Her flowing white hair, which was in a gorgeous braid, hung down past her knees. Her eye where an elegant sky blue, that seemed as if they could see into my soul. She was wearing a long black dress that appeared to be gliding across my aging porch. She had a  kindhearted smile that oddly put me at ease. 

"Beth, lets sit and talk for awhile. I can imagine you will have a vast amount of questions, my dear." She walked with me and set down on the porch swing beside me.

"First of all my name is Alana and I'm Ethan's Great grandmother by way of his father." I couldn't stop looking in her eyes, they where almost hypnotizing.