Oasis Path©(English Version)BOOK 1 OASIS SAGA

Part 34.

Slowly, I opened my eyes, still tightly clinging to the reassuring hands of my parents. The glow of the sun greeted me, though its radiance suggested twilight looming on the periphery. The wait became unbearable; my insides protested, and without warning, they began expelling their discontent in the form of vomit. With skill, my mother released her grip to coil one hand around my waist, while the other shielded my forehead, preventing a potential encounter with the ground.

The dizzying nausea persisted, and my heaves showed no mercy. The sensation of fainting threatened to take over if the tide of nausea didn’t relent. My father’s warm voice resonated, seeking to reassure me amid my turmoil.

“Amelie, we’ve reached safety. Try to regain your composure, please!” he implored.

Gradually, a hesitant improvement took hold of me. The heaving subsided, and my breathing returned to its usual rhythm. My mother, gently releasing her firm grip, chose to soothe my back with comforting taps.

“Where are we?” I managed to inquire.

“We’re in a secure shelter,” affirmed my father, helping me to stand. “We need to move a little further. Are you feeling better?”

“Yes, Dad.”

“That’s my brave girl! The most fearless of all!” he exclaimed with a hint of melancholy in his tone.

I decided then to explore the surroundings. We were in the midst of a meadow, and my gaze caught sight of a sort of cabin intertwined with surrounding bushes. In the distance, a natural landscape unfolded, and I gradually turned my attention to the impressive scene revealing itself behind me.

I turned to gaze at the city in the distance. Its imposing buildings stood majestic, merging human architecture with the surrounding nature in a harmonious and perplexing way. Now, the vision Alex had shared with me came to life before my eyes, and I felt immersed in a world that transcended what I had imagined.

Despite my internal amazement, I chose to conceal my emotions and avoid any questions. I didn’t feel prepared to face the impending truth and preferred to remain in ignorance.

“Mom, Dad,” I expressed, taking both their hands. “I won’t ask anything right now, and I won’t despair to know the details. We’ll do whatever is necessary. When you think it’s the right time, please explain everything to me.”

“My beautiful girl! You’re so mature!” exclaimed my mother with tears in her eyes. “We’re aware that nothing that’s happening has been easy for you. Nevertheless, you’ve shown exceptional maturity and followed our instructions without questioning.”

“I just want it to end, Mom. I feel like I’m about to fall apart,” I said, breaking into tears.

My parents surrounded me with comforting hugs as my father announced that we should enter the cabin looming before us. With each step, gravity seemed to intensify, and I fought against the fatigue threatening to close my eyes, keeping my gaze fixed on the structure rising as our refuge.

Suddenly, a strange transformation seized my dress, and with astonishment, I watched as the appearances of my parents metamorphosed as if part of an enchanted spell.

At that moment, my emotional state oscillated between fear and surprise as I struggled to understand or let myself be carried away by the magic unfolding around me.

“Don’t be frightened, Amelie. It’s normal for this to happen when changing dimensions,” explained my mother. “We’ll explain it in detail later.”

I chose silence, simply waiting for the opportune moment, if such a thing existed, for my parents to reveal the mysteries surrounding everything that was happening.

Upon entering the cabin, we found an uninhabited yet elegantly furnished space. Urgently, my mother led me to a sofa just in front, urging me to sit while gently taking my shoulders.

Her gaze seemed to reflect confusion, as if reality itself had blurred before her eyes. I, too, felt the strangeness as I observed their transformations. My mother’s dark, curly hair now flowed in gentle coppery waves, giving her a renewed youth and eyes full of vitality. Her clothing had undergone a radical change, abandoning the long dress and boots for snug pants and a blouse that exposed her arms, featuring a V-neck.

I sought my father’s gaze, and like my mother, he had undergone a surprising metamorphosis. Shorter hair and the disappearance of his characteristic beard revealed a renewed image. His clothing had also changed, adopting a lighter style tailored to this new reality. The feeling of strangeness overwhelmed me as I observed my parents transformed so unusually.

My attire had undergone an astonishing transformation, finding myself in pants similar to my mother’s and a tank top that snugly embraced my figure. When I looked at my reflection in a large mirror hanging on the wall, I noticed that my hair was no longer the same; it now appeared slightly dark, shorter, with bangs framing my gaze in a novel way.

Surprise reflected in all three of us, each grappling with their own metamorphosis. In an attempt to dispel the uncomfortable silence, my father broke the ice.

“Well, I think you both look much more beautiful than before,” he said, trying to lighten the atmosphere. “Feeling better, Amelie?”

“Yes, Dad, I’m feeling fine now,” I replied, still assimilating the magnitude of the changes surrounding us.

“Then, I think we can continue our journey in a few minutes,” my mother proposed, getting up as she explored every corner of the place. “It must be around here.”

“Dear, look in the vase,” my father instructed my mother. “That’s where they should be.”

I waited patiently, surprised by my own serenity amid the confusion unfolding around me.

“Here they are!” exclaimed my mother, lighting up her face as she showed unusual keys. “The car must be nearby. Let’s go!”

Without hesitation, almost automatically, I followed my parents through the room until we reached a garage where a modern silver car rested.

We quickly entered the car; my mother took the driver’s seat, my father beside her, and I settled in the back seat. I watched in awe as my mother skillfully maneuvered the vehicle, and a wave of anxious questions surged through my mind. However, I chose to lower my gaze, intertwine my hands to gather strength, and wait for my parents to give some indication.

My mind remained empty for a while. Without thinking about anything, without dwelling on details, without uttering a word. I made an effort to clear my mind, allowing time to flow.

At some point, I noticed the moisture on my face. I had been crying unconsciously, immersed in my own thoughts and emotions.

“Darling?” my mother’s voice made me lift my gaze, and I quickly wiped away the tears. “Let’s get out of the car.”

To my surprise, we were inside a garage, the car parked, and darkness enveloping us. Suddenly, the room lit up with artificial light, and I saw my father near a door.

“Well, we’re here. Let’s go in! Let’s get comfortable,” suggested my mother, taking one of my hands.

I sensed that it wasn’t yet time for explanations, so I followed my parents in silence. We entered another room, and I immediately noticed that we were in a kitchen. However, it was an unusual kitchen, very different from any I had seen before. My father indicated for me to take a seat in one of the chairs in the center of the room, while my mother handed me a bottle of water.

“Have some water,” my mother asked sweetly. “I’m going to prepare some dinner, and we’ll explain everything right away. Okay?”

“Yes, Mom,” I replied, opening the water bottle, “but please don’t take too long. I need to know what’s happening.”

“My girl!” my mother tried to say.

“Let’s just tell her now!” interrupted my father. “Her head must be a mess right now. We shouldn’t prolong this situation any further.”

Then, all the fog that had clouded the last hours of my existence began to dissipate.